The tomb was dark and cool. The walls were moist, and a constant sound of dripping water echoed throughout the chamber. Gimli was rather surprised that there weren't too many corpses in the room.
The readers wondered why there was a tomb for elves in Rivendell.
The Authoress sighed. "Plot convenience."
The readers nodded and (hopefully) accepted it.
Gimli remembered how he and Legolas had visited the caves beyond Helm's Deep together, and how Legolas had dragged him through Fangorn forest... Those were the days...
He immediately saw Legolas's semi-final resting-place. The elf was on one of those stone slab things where living people put dead ones inside tombs. Yeah, that's where he was. A gray shroud was draped over his dead self. Gimli sighed. Beyond Legolas lay Arwen.
"Oh, that she-elf I killed... yeah..." he approached her. "Look, I wouldn't have killed you if you hadn't killed my daddy. I love ya like a sister, lassie. No hard feelings?" Gimli held out his hand.
Arwen... just sorta... decayed a little.
"I understand being angry, lassie. When you feel like talking, I'll be on the next stone slab over. Or maybe I'll just be on the floor."
Unseen by Gimli, Arwen's ghost tried to kick him in the head, but her foot went through him.
She said something in Elvish that the Authoress chose not to translate or even record, as the only Elvish word the Authoress knows is "yrch." The Authoress does, however, know some French.
Aragorn's ghost suddenly floated by without seeing Arwen, who sneaked up on him and said, "What's this? A ranger, caught off his guard?"
And the ghosts went running hand in hand through a field of flowers.
But nobody cares.
Gimli, meanwhile, was bored with Arwen and decided to go talk to Legolas instead. Frowning, the dwarf pulled the death shroud off of Legolas and tossed it on the floor. The shroud, like everything else in the tomb, was damp. "What're these for, anyway?" Gimli muttered.
A moment later he noticed that one of the leaks whose drips kept echoing about was located directly above Legolas's face. But it didn't really matter, did it? He was dead, right?
A drop of water hit Legolas in the cheek. His whole face twitched in response. Gimli, although looking right at him, didn't notice. This seems to happen a lot in Middle Earth.
Gimli sighed. "He looks like he could sit up and talk. I don't think I've ever seen a dead person who looked so alive. Oh well."
Gimli pulled out his ax and held Legolas's arrow in the other hand. He took a deep breath and swung the ax into his own neck.
The readers wondered why there was a tomb for elves in Rivendell.
The Authoress sighed. "Plot convenience."
The readers nodded and (hopefully) accepted it.
Gimli remembered how he and Legolas had visited the caves beyond Helm's Deep together, and how Legolas had dragged him through Fangorn forest... Those were the days...
He immediately saw Legolas's semi-final resting-place. The elf was on one of those stone slab things where living people put dead ones inside tombs. Yeah, that's where he was. A gray shroud was draped over his dead self. Gimli sighed. Beyond Legolas lay Arwen.
"Oh, that she-elf I killed... yeah..." he approached her. "Look, I wouldn't have killed you if you hadn't killed my daddy. I love ya like a sister, lassie. No hard feelings?" Gimli held out his hand.
Arwen... just sorta... decayed a little.
"I understand being angry, lassie. When you feel like talking, I'll be on the next stone slab over. Or maybe I'll just be on the floor."
Unseen by Gimli, Arwen's ghost tried to kick him in the head, but her foot went through him.
She said something in Elvish that the Authoress chose not to translate or even record, as the only Elvish word the Authoress knows is "yrch." The Authoress does, however, know some French.
Aragorn's ghost suddenly floated by without seeing Arwen, who sneaked up on him and said, "What's this? A ranger, caught off his guard?"
And the ghosts went running hand in hand through a field of flowers.
But nobody cares.
Gimli, meanwhile, was bored with Arwen and decided to go talk to Legolas instead. Frowning, the dwarf pulled the death shroud off of Legolas and tossed it on the floor. The shroud, like everything else in the tomb, was damp. "What're these for, anyway?" Gimli muttered.
A moment later he noticed that one of the leaks whose drips kept echoing about was located directly above Legolas's face. But it didn't really matter, did it? He was dead, right?
A drop of water hit Legolas in the cheek. His whole face twitched in response. Gimli, although looking right at him, didn't notice. This seems to happen a lot in Middle Earth.
Gimli sighed. "He looks like he could sit up and talk. I don't think I've ever seen a dead person who looked so alive. Oh well."
Gimli pulled out his ax and held Legolas's arrow in the other hand. He took a deep breath and swung the ax into his own neck.