Disclaimer: What happens if I don't want to let the whole world know that I own nothing? What happens if I'm and heiress to all Tolkien copyrights? *sigh* dream on... I don't own Middle Earth, Legolas, Glorfindel (the two best Elffys anywhere) or Gimli, but the other world is mine, as are the Pantorii!
Gimli der Zwerg, why shouldn't I take your advice? It was very good advice. :-) I'm glad you like my fic so far.
Treehugger, Thank you, thank you thank you so much for reviewing!!! Anyone who is reading this, go check out Treehugger's stories! This author is the Queen of Legolas and Glorfindel fics!!!!
tenshiamanda, hi, i promise i will try to keep the muse alive, and chapter coming... i'm glad you like the drunks, after all it isn't fair if only humans get tipsy after too much wine, right?
Dance for Life. Chapter 3.
Legolas glanced at Gimli in puzzlement when he stopped, "What is wrong, Master Dwarf, have you noticed something unusual?"
Glorfindel had also stopped when Gimli did, and he was now looking around with concern written on his face.
"I feel as if I am being watched." Gimli growled, "And I do not like the feeling at all, not in this open land, there is no defensible positions here."
"It may be worse for us that we did not travel toward the mountains when we had the choice." Glorfindel observed soberly, still scanning their surroundings, for now both Elves could feel the eyes on them, and not just one set of eyes either.
The beauty and the silence where broken by a deep rumbling cry and the plunging of, what seemed to the companions, a multitude of monsters out of the sunlit sky. Before anyone had time to think, Gimli had put his club to work, smashing several of the ugly creatures out of the sky with powerful blows.
Legolas, who had been fingering his knife hilt, pulled the blade free as soon as the cry had rent the air, but he was only able to land one blow, before he was grasped by both arms and picked up bodily into the air.
Glorfindel reached deep within himself drawing on the power within himself to battle this menace, but before he could strike even one blow a fine net of shimmering crystalline fibers drifted down over his head. As it wrapped around him, it seemed to vanish, but his power retreated deep within him, and stayed there coiled and unresponding to the Elf-Lord's attempts to wield it.
The creature that had dropped the net, drew up, its wings straining to gain altitude, watching Glorfindel, and if the Elf hadn't been so concerned with the sudden change in his power, and about the vanished crystalline net, he would have realized the creature was puzzled by something.
Legolas, in the heat of the moment had failed to realize that struggling to free ones self from your captors when they can fly and you are at least two hundred meters in the air is not the wisest thing to do, and he remembered this just as he managed to wriggle loose. He plummeted landward.
Gimli was finding this fight to be, on the whole, totally frustrating, none of the creatures seemed interested in him, only in his companions, and no matter how hard he tried to to stay between them and Glorfindel, it was a failing attempt at best. Also, after the first rush the monsters had learned respect for this short creature, or they already knew the reputation of Dwarves, and wanted no fight with him.
Being an Elf, Glorfindel was an excellent shot with a bow, and a superb fighter with other weapons as well, but that did him absolutely no good when there was no bow, sword or knife near to hand. Two of the creatures caught him by one arm each, and bore him upward. Gimli seeing no other options, lept and caught hold of the Elf-Lord's legs. The winged creatures faultered, wings straining and several more came up, below the Dwarf and pulled him free of the Elf's feet. It took four of them to carry the solid Dwarf.
Legolas could only watch in horror as the ground rushed up to meet him. Just as he had closed his eyes waiting for impact, long claws bit into his chest. One of the creatures had plunged after the Elf and latched onto him with a bear hug, but the jolt as it tried to slow their decent and to rise once again, caused its claws to slip, and the cloth of Legolas' tunic to tear, and it was only when it finally grasped the Elf Prince's arms that the creature found a firm hand hold.
Glorfindel was the only one of the three companions that had the presence of mind, Legolas being wounded, and Gimli being held by legs and arms so that he faced skyward, to see ten of the creatures stoop again, and six rise after a brief flurry of battle, two of them carrying another, unknown, Elf in their claws.
Gimli der Zwerg, why shouldn't I take your advice? It was very good advice. :-) I'm glad you like my fic so far.
Treehugger, Thank you, thank you thank you so much for reviewing!!! Anyone who is reading this, go check out Treehugger's stories! This author is the Queen of Legolas and Glorfindel fics!!!!
tenshiamanda, hi, i promise i will try to keep the muse alive, and chapter coming... i'm glad you like the drunks, after all it isn't fair if only humans get tipsy after too much wine, right?
Dance for Life. Chapter 3.
Legolas glanced at Gimli in puzzlement when he stopped, "What is wrong, Master Dwarf, have you noticed something unusual?"
Glorfindel had also stopped when Gimli did, and he was now looking around with concern written on his face.
"I feel as if I am being watched." Gimli growled, "And I do not like the feeling at all, not in this open land, there is no defensible positions here."
"It may be worse for us that we did not travel toward the mountains when we had the choice." Glorfindel observed soberly, still scanning their surroundings, for now both Elves could feel the eyes on them, and not just one set of eyes either.
The beauty and the silence where broken by a deep rumbling cry and the plunging of, what seemed to the companions, a multitude of monsters out of the sunlit sky. Before anyone had time to think, Gimli had put his club to work, smashing several of the ugly creatures out of the sky with powerful blows.
Legolas, who had been fingering his knife hilt, pulled the blade free as soon as the cry had rent the air, but he was only able to land one blow, before he was grasped by both arms and picked up bodily into the air.
Glorfindel reached deep within himself drawing on the power within himself to battle this menace, but before he could strike even one blow a fine net of shimmering crystalline fibers drifted down over his head. As it wrapped around him, it seemed to vanish, but his power retreated deep within him, and stayed there coiled and unresponding to the Elf-Lord's attempts to wield it.
The creature that had dropped the net, drew up, its wings straining to gain altitude, watching Glorfindel, and if the Elf hadn't been so concerned with the sudden change in his power, and about the vanished crystalline net, he would have realized the creature was puzzled by something.
Legolas, in the heat of the moment had failed to realize that struggling to free ones self from your captors when they can fly and you are at least two hundred meters in the air is not the wisest thing to do, and he remembered this just as he managed to wriggle loose. He plummeted landward.
Gimli was finding this fight to be, on the whole, totally frustrating, none of the creatures seemed interested in him, only in his companions, and no matter how hard he tried to to stay between them and Glorfindel, it was a failing attempt at best. Also, after the first rush the monsters had learned respect for this short creature, or they already knew the reputation of Dwarves, and wanted no fight with him.
Being an Elf, Glorfindel was an excellent shot with a bow, and a superb fighter with other weapons as well, but that did him absolutely no good when there was no bow, sword or knife near to hand. Two of the creatures caught him by one arm each, and bore him upward. Gimli seeing no other options, lept and caught hold of the Elf-Lord's legs. The winged creatures faultered, wings straining and several more came up, below the Dwarf and pulled him free of the Elf's feet. It took four of them to carry the solid Dwarf.
Legolas could only watch in horror as the ground rushed up to meet him. Just as he had closed his eyes waiting for impact, long claws bit into his chest. One of the creatures had plunged after the Elf and latched onto him with a bear hug, but the jolt as it tried to slow their decent and to rise once again, caused its claws to slip, and the cloth of Legolas' tunic to tear, and it was only when it finally grasped the Elf Prince's arms that the creature found a firm hand hold.
Glorfindel was the only one of the three companions that had the presence of mind, Legolas being wounded, and Gimli being held by legs and arms so that he faced skyward, to see ten of the creatures stoop again, and six rise after a brief flurry of battle, two of them carrying another, unknown, Elf in their claws.