Disclaimer: Legolas (huge sigh) does not belong to me, neither does Gimli nor Glorfindel (bigger sigh). Nothing of Tolkien's belongs to me (accept the movie, my Dad bought it for me!!!), but the other world belongs to me utterly and completely.
Thank you Gloin der Zwerg. I had thought of the fact that Gimli would be old, but that is one of the things I decided to take liberties with, because I like Gimli and wanted him in my story...
Dance for Life. Chapter 2.
Something long and scratchy was rubbing against his face, and just under his nose. Only half awake he turned his head to one side in an attempt to rid himself of the irritation, it only got worse. Legolas twitched his nose to one side violently, and then sneezed with equal force. Blinking his eyes open, he wondered vaguely if this was how Men felt when they became ill, his head was muzzy, and when he attempted to sit up, the whole world spun like a top, and he landed flat on his back again. Turning his head slightly to one side he saw that it was Gimli who lay on the hard earth beside him. The Dwarf's beard and hair was in wild disarray and the Elf concluded the scratchy irritation must have been the son of Gloin's hair. Limp and lying across Legolas' feet was the Elf-Lord Glorfindel, and he didn't look to be in any better health that the prince of Mirkwood felt.
Soon, to Legolas' relief Gimli awakened and seemed to be in excellent form, although he had no better idea of where they were or what had happened than Legolas did. It took much longer to rouse the Elf-Lord, and when he did waken he was violently ill, so that it was several hours before the three companions could discuss what had occurred.
"I could be wrong, for it is only a distant memory, but the last time I recall feeling such a..." Glorfindel seemed uncertain what to call the phenomenon, "such a occurrence is when I battled the Balrog in the flight from the Hidden City. An ancient evil is what it seemed to me."
"Well, Master Elf, that is far more knowledge than either Legolas or I have, for I have no recollection of any tale telling of such a happening, nor did I feel any 'ancient evil'. So I will have to accept your word on this matter." Gimli was obviously displeased with himself for not having his axe with him.
"I too felt the evil Gimli, but I have no memory of anything like it." Legolas was fingering the hilt of his white handled knife.
"But I do not believe that what happened is the most important thing for us to discover, my friends, it is of great necessity that we find out where we are." Glorfindel rose gracefully to his feet and offered a slender hand to each of the other two aiding them in rising.
"You speak wisely, my Lord." Gimli glanced about for a heavy branch that could be used as a club, should the need arise, "For all the councils we could take would be for naught if we do not know what we are up against."
"And," Legolas laughed lightly, "It may be that we are in Middle Earth again after all, and not in some strange land, for behold, there are mountains rising to the left, where the sun sets, and great forest in the far distance to our right, where my Father's realm should be."
"Shall we explore that way then, Master Elves?" Gimli's eyes where sparkling with excitement and Legolas looked down at him, his own eyes shining with the knowledge that perhaps their adventuring was not over. They both turned their gazes to Glorfindel, and that wise, ancient Elf laughed merrily, and turned his steps toward the Great Greenwood in the distance. Perhaps, after all, they where only in Middle Earth.
Gliding high, where the clouds would keep it form the sight of keen Elven eyes, it's wings fluttering, it's slate grey eyes narrowed, the Pantorii sent out a cry, too deep it was to be heard by the ears of Elves, or Men, or Dwarves, but clearly the sound rang to others of the creature's kindred. Prey, running openly, with no cover near to hand.
Thank you Gloin der Zwerg. I had thought of the fact that Gimli would be old, but that is one of the things I decided to take liberties with, because I like Gimli and wanted him in my story...
Dance for Life. Chapter 2.
Something long and scratchy was rubbing against his face, and just under his nose. Only half awake he turned his head to one side in an attempt to rid himself of the irritation, it only got worse. Legolas twitched his nose to one side violently, and then sneezed with equal force. Blinking his eyes open, he wondered vaguely if this was how Men felt when they became ill, his head was muzzy, and when he attempted to sit up, the whole world spun like a top, and he landed flat on his back again. Turning his head slightly to one side he saw that it was Gimli who lay on the hard earth beside him. The Dwarf's beard and hair was in wild disarray and the Elf concluded the scratchy irritation must have been the son of Gloin's hair. Limp and lying across Legolas' feet was the Elf-Lord Glorfindel, and he didn't look to be in any better health that the prince of Mirkwood felt.
Soon, to Legolas' relief Gimli awakened and seemed to be in excellent form, although he had no better idea of where they were or what had happened than Legolas did. It took much longer to rouse the Elf-Lord, and when he did waken he was violently ill, so that it was several hours before the three companions could discuss what had occurred.
"I could be wrong, for it is only a distant memory, but the last time I recall feeling such a..." Glorfindel seemed uncertain what to call the phenomenon, "such a occurrence is when I battled the Balrog in the flight from the Hidden City. An ancient evil is what it seemed to me."
"Well, Master Elf, that is far more knowledge than either Legolas or I have, for I have no recollection of any tale telling of such a happening, nor did I feel any 'ancient evil'. So I will have to accept your word on this matter." Gimli was obviously displeased with himself for not having his axe with him.
"I too felt the evil Gimli, but I have no memory of anything like it." Legolas was fingering the hilt of his white handled knife.
"But I do not believe that what happened is the most important thing for us to discover, my friends, it is of great necessity that we find out where we are." Glorfindel rose gracefully to his feet and offered a slender hand to each of the other two aiding them in rising.
"You speak wisely, my Lord." Gimli glanced about for a heavy branch that could be used as a club, should the need arise, "For all the councils we could take would be for naught if we do not know what we are up against."
"And," Legolas laughed lightly, "It may be that we are in Middle Earth again after all, and not in some strange land, for behold, there are mountains rising to the left, where the sun sets, and great forest in the far distance to our right, where my Father's realm should be."
"Shall we explore that way then, Master Elves?" Gimli's eyes where sparkling with excitement and Legolas looked down at him, his own eyes shining with the knowledge that perhaps their adventuring was not over. They both turned their gazes to Glorfindel, and that wise, ancient Elf laughed merrily, and turned his steps toward the Great Greenwood in the distance. Perhaps, after all, they where only in Middle Earth.
Gliding high, where the clouds would keep it form the sight of keen Elven eyes, it's wings fluttering, it's slate grey eyes narrowed, the Pantorii sent out a cry, too deep it was to be heard by the ears of Elves, or Men, or Dwarves, but clearly the sound rang to others of the creature's kindred. Prey, running openly, with no cover near to hand.