A/N- Alas, how does one get one's LOTR story recognized? If I weren't me,
I'd just abandon this dear little story, contented with the fact that my
friends at school liked it. Well, I am me, so I'm gonna carry on... even if
I only get two reviews a chapter. And don't expect me to try to write
another LOTR fanfic after this one. Darn. I had some fun ideas.
Altenq- Thanks for reading it, the poor dear. My fic is so neglected. Anyway, yes... Orlando Bloom as Maria from West Side Story is all too appealing... and fitting... Ick.
I'm From Tookland- He is, though, isn't he? Hugo Weaving: an egg with eyebrows. Don't get me wrong, he's a great actor, but...
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Gimli sneaked out of the room he was sharing with his father, Glóin, to take a walk and get his thoughts in order. Arwen (back in Rivendell to visit her daddy) leaned against a tree nearby, but Gimli did not see her – love is blind, ya know.
Gimli found himself under Legolas's conveniently placed balcony. /Just my luck/ he thought. /I'm doomed to love every elf pass... and even worse, this is a he-elf! / Gimli sighed. /I'm a gaywad.../
Even as he thought the words, he heard them spoken aloud. "I'm a gaywad," moaned Legolas's voice from above.
"Oh, speak again, bright angel," Gimli whispered.
"Gimli, Gimli... Why are you a dwarf? Deny your species and... and change your name... and we'll run off and live with the Entwives! And no on will ever know!"
"Except the Entwives," Gimli said aloud.
Legolas let out a feminine little shriek. "Who's there?"
"Just Gimli."
"Gimli?" Legolas repeated, his voice still a few octaves higher than usual. "But I can't see you."
Gimli eyed the tree that grew by the side of the balcony. He leapt for the bottom branch... and missed. He jumped again – no luck. The third time, Gimli caught the branch and hung there for a second before falling again. "Um... I only came because I have to tell you... that... Ahem... I... is it true, what you just said?"
"Yes..." Legolas squeaked.
"I... I love you too, laddie."
Legolas giggled. "How much?"
"This much," Gimli exclaimed, holding his arms wide.
"I... uh... still can't see you."
"Oh. Well, a lot."
"Ooh... will you marry me?" squealed Legolas.
"Of course, my love."
"When?"
Gimli thought for a second. "Tomorrow?"
"That's good for me."
As the lovers sneaked back to their own rooms, Arwen (who also happened to be the head of the Legolas Fan Club) scratched her chin in thought. "This won't be good for the club," she muttered.
Altenq- Thanks for reading it, the poor dear. My fic is so neglected. Anyway, yes... Orlando Bloom as Maria from West Side Story is all too appealing... and fitting... Ick.
I'm From Tookland- He is, though, isn't he? Hugo Weaving: an egg with eyebrows. Don't get me wrong, he's a great actor, but...
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Gimli sneaked out of the room he was sharing with his father, Glóin, to take a walk and get his thoughts in order. Arwen (back in Rivendell to visit her daddy) leaned against a tree nearby, but Gimli did not see her – love is blind, ya know.
Gimli found himself under Legolas's conveniently placed balcony. /Just my luck/ he thought. /I'm doomed to love every elf pass... and even worse, this is a he-elf! / Gimli sighed. /I'm a gaywad.../
Even as he thought the words, he heard them spoken aloud. "I'm a gaywad," moaned Legolas's voice from above.
"Oh, speak again, bright angel," Gimli whispered.
"Gimli, Gimli... Why are you a dwarf? Deny your species and... and change your name... and we'll run off and live with the Entwives! And no on will ever know!"
"Except the Entwives," Gimli said aloud.
Legolas let out a feminine little shriek. "Who's there?"
"Just Gimli."
"Gimli?" Legolas repeated, his voice still a few octaves higher than usual. "But I can't see you."
Gimli eyed the tree that grew by the side of the balcony. He leapt for the bottom branch... and missed. He jumped again – no luck. The third time, Gimli caught the branch and hung there for a second before falling again. "Um... I only came because I have to tell you... that... Ahem... I... is it true, what you just said?"
"Yes..." Legolas squeaked.
"I... I love you too, laddie."
Legolas giggled. "How much?"
"This much," Gimli exclaimed, holding his arms wide.
"I... uh... still can't see you."
"Oh. Well, a lot."
"Ooh... will you marry me?" squealed Legolas.
"Of course, my love."
"When?"
Gimli thought for a second. "Tomorrow?"
"That's good for me."
As the lovers sneaked back to their own rooms, Arwen (who also happened to be the head of the Legolas Fan Club) scratched her chin in thought. "This won't be good for the club," she muttered.