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Desend up the Caradhras
All of a sudden both Legolas' and Aradel's heads flicked to the north. They exchanged glances of confusion and curiosity. Both got up and walked to a particularly high rock formation on the mountainside. "Do you see that?" he asked.
She paused a moment and relied. "Yes. Saruman's spies.
It's the Crebain from Duneland!" she yelled to Aragorn who alerted the others and told them to hide immediately. Everyone hid Merry and Pippin under a bush, Aragorn, Frodo, and Sam under another, Gandalf under a particularly think one, and Aradel and Legolas under a steep cliff over hang covered by bushes.
They waited for many minutes and when it was safe everyone emerged from their hiding spots. Gandalf was the first to speak. "The passage south is being watched. We must take the pass of Caradhras." Gimli sighed for he had wanted to go through the mines of Moria, which in all fairness would have been faster. Gandalf had thrown away the idea immediately. The mountains were far more laborious to get around.
They had now made their way to the beginnings of the mountains of Caradhras. The ground was covered with a considerable amount of snow. Legolas walked gracefully on top as everyone else struggled through it. Aradel made a point of forcing her feet down into the snow so that Legolas wouldn't accuse her of being an Elf again. She didn't succeed as he caught her and they were soon walking atop the snow together.
As they walked the entire time Legolas and Aradel walked side by side talking at the very back of the fellowship and continued arguing about anything all through the trip. They would be talking about Mirkwood one minute and the next be arguing about something that had very, very little to do with it such as fashion and how black was supposedly "in" and green and brown weren't.
"I tell you they just don't go well with your complexion. Black would bring out your face more." Aradel argued stubbornly.
Legolas' face grew more and more annoyed as the conversation went on and on "I will absolutely not wear that thing. It's to big and bulky, swiftness is the essence of battle and a lot of battling we shall be doing."
"See this broach?" she pointed to the shiny silver sun that held her cloak on. "Take it off and the bulk comes off in it's entirety. Perfect for swift movements in battle. And black is just better. Green makes me look fat."
He sighed in frustration. Why did women always think they looked fat? And why was this one so stubborn? "Green is camouflage. No one can see you in a forest filled with brown and green trees if you're wearing a brown and green hunting tunic. That's why they're used for hunting."
She rolled her eyes. "You know I'm not just talking about hunting and battling. For normal everyday wear black is much better then brown any day."
He looked at her in mild surprise. "Well for everyday wear it's a little better but white will always be most prominent among Elves." He said this as though that were the law and anyone who crossed it would be executed.
"Of course because Elves are perfect." She exclaimed sarcastically rolling her eyes. He had always been so proud of his race. That was one of the things she had always respected about him. She had told him that once but she doubted her remembered.
His face was suddenly over come by an evil, mischievous look. "Hey aren't you an Elf?"
Before she could smack him at the back of the head he had avoided and started running up towards the front of the fellowship.
In a split second she had him pinned down on the snowy ground, a knee on his chest, smiling just as evilly. "Now, what have I told you about asking me that." She mocked.
He struggled to answer with her weight restricting his air. Before he could she answered it for him almost yelling into his sensitive ears. "I AM NOT AN ELF!!!"
"All right, all right, I've learned my lesson now get off me!" he gasped. She did and offered him a hand to help him up. He took it as he did slip, as her hand was slippery from the snow that had now melted and glistened like diamonds embedded in her skin. He fell flat on his butt.
She tried to conceal a laugh but had no success so she raised her eyebrows instead. "Go on without me I'll catch up with you if I can ever get out of this confounded snow." He told her.
"Confounded?" she questioned raising her eyebrows still further. He nodded as she turned her back and continued to walk as he had told her. He lay on the ground and as he got up he realized that he was feeling something he hadn't felt in a long time. Youth.
He caught up with Aradel and they continued walking and talking as though nothing had happened. That was the way they usually did things. They had become so used to it by now, it was sad almost, that Legolas had not learned his lesson yet.
"Why don't you ever where dresses?" Legolas asked curiously, out of the blue.
Again Aradel raised her eyebrows; this was her favorite way of showing expression. "Because they are uncomfortable, sexist, and they look bad." She answered bluntly with a smirk.
She continued to talk as Legolas let his memories start to take his mind away from the present day to way back, a while after they had met.
A/N: Well the next chapter will start with a memory or flashback or whatever you want to call them. Legolas is starting to get a little bit annoying don't you agree? Well, R&R please, Nehoo bye-bye!:D
Desend up the Caradhras
All of a sudden both Legolas' and Aradel's heads flicked to the north. They exchanged glances of confusion and curiosity. Both got up and walked to a particularly high rock formation on the mountainside. "Do you see that?" he asked.
She paused a moment and relied. "Yes. Saruman's spies.
It's the Crebain from Duneland!" she yelled to Aragorn who alerted the others and told them to hide immediately. Everyone hid Merry and Pippin under a bush, Aragorn, Frodo, and Sam under another, Gandalf under a particularly think one, and Aradel and Legolas under a steep cliff over hang covered by bushes.
They waited for many minutes and when it was safe everyone emerged from their hiding spots. Gandalf was the first to speak. "The passage south is being watched. We must take the pass of Caradhras." Gimli sighed for he had wanted to go through the mines of Moria, which in all fairness would have been faster. Gandalf had thrown away the idea immediately. The mountains were far more laborious to get around.
They had now made their way to the beginnings of the mountains of Caradhras. The ground was covered with a considerable amount of snow. Legolas walked gracefully on top as everyone else struggled through it. Aradel made a point of forcing her feet down into the snow so that Legolas wouldn't accuse her of being an Elf again. She didn't succeed as he caught her and they were soon walking atop the snow together.
As they walked the entire time Legolas and Aradel walked side by side talking at the very back of the fellowship and continued arguing about anything all through the trip. They would be talking about Mirkwood one minute and the next be arguing about something that had very, very little to do with it such as fashion and how black was supposedly "in" and green and brown weren't.
"I tell you they just don't go well with your complexion. Black would bring out your face more." Aradel argued stubbornly.
Legolas' face grew more and more annoyed as the conversation went on and on "I will absolutely not wear that thing. It's to big and bulky, swiftness is the essence of battle and a lot of battling we shall be doing."
"See this broach?" she pointed to the shiny silver sun that held her cloak on. "Take it off and the bulk comes off in it's entirety. Perfect for swift movements in battle. And black is just better. Green makes me look fat."
He sighed in frustration. Why did women always think they looked fat? And why was this one so stubborn? "Green is camouflage. No one can see you in a forest filled with brown and green trees if you're wearing a brown and green hunting tunic. That's why they're used for hunting."
She rolled her eyes. "You know I'm not just talking about hunting and battling. For normal everyday wear black is much better then brown any day."
He looked at her in mild surprise. "Well for everyday wear it's a little better but white will always be most prominent among Elves." He said this as though that were the law and anyone who crossed it would be executed.
"Of course because Elves are perfect." She exclaimed sarcastically rolling her eyes. He had always been so proud of his race. That was one of the things she had always respected about him. She had told him that once but she doubted her remembered.
His face was suddenly over come by an evil, mischievous look. "Hey aren't you an Elf?"
Before she could smack him at the back of the head he had avoided and started running up towards the front of the fellowship.
In a split second she had him pinned down on the snowy ground, a knee on his chest, smiling just as evilly. "Now, what have I told you about asking me that." She mocked.
He struggled to answer with her weight restricting his air. Before he could she answered it for him almost yelling into his sensitive ears. "I AM NOT AN ELF!!!"
"All right, all right, I've learned my lesson now get off me!" he gasped. She did and offered him a hand to help him up. He took it as he did slip, as her hand was slippery from the snow that had now melted and glistened like diamonds embedded in her skin. He fell flat on his butt.
She tried to conceal a laugh but had no success so she raised her eyebrows instead. "Go on without me I'll catch up with you if I can ever get out of this confounded snow." He told her.
"Confounded?" she questioned raising her eyebrows still further. He nodded as she turned her back and continued to walk as he had told her. He lay on the ground and as he got up he realized that he was feeling something he hadn't felt in a long time. Youth.
He caught up with Aradel and they continued walking and talking as though nothing had happened. That was the way they usually did things. They had become so used to it by now, it was sad almost, that Legolas had not learned his lesson yet.
"Why don't you ever where dresses?" Legolas asked curiously, out of the blue.
Again Aradel raised her eyebrows; this was her favorite way of showing expression. "Because they are uncomfortable, sexist, and they look bad." She answered bluntly with a smirk.
She continued to talk as Legolas let his memories start to take his mind away from the present day to way back, a while after they had met.
A/N: Well the next chapter will start with a memory or flashback or whatever you want to call them. Legolas is starting to get a little bit annoying don't you agree? Well, R&R please, Nehoo bye-bye!:D
