Comments to reviewers:
Joee1: Dark turn……would I ever do that to you? No wait, don't answer that. I actually don't know myself. I've been stuck with this story for a long time, and I don't know where I'm going to take it.
Deana: yes, he's already back to his old teasing self
Silvertoekee: I'm not into Hobbits myself, but Tolkien made Frodo the main character, so I had to involve our little man into the story a little more. I'm glad you liked it.
Lyn: Frodo dies? Nah, not in my story. Thanks for providing me with the medical knowledge. I know it was wrong, but Middle-Earth is taking place centuries back, where there was limited medical knowledge. I know Elrond is a healer, but I think of him as a herbal healer instead of our modern day doctor's. Unless of course I was wrong with that assumption and you think Elrond would know it.
Elanor8: I know, I managed to keep you all waiting for this chapter even longer then before, and I'm really sorry about that. But I'm still here, and I'm not intending to keep this story unfinished.
Star-Stallion: Woo hoo, Legolas has his own shrink. I'm glad you're willing to take on that very hard job of watching Legolas talk about his past…hehe.
Frances Miller: I know hun, but I like suspense so much
Kitsune Kida: Frodo found it! It wasn't in your pocket, it was in his!
Snow-Glory: here you go, all the memories back in place, like they should.
"Will you not drink Elf?"
He looked at him with unblinking blue eyes before shaking his head, an amusing glint in those large orbs. They were both thinking the same, remembering all too well the last event in which the Elf had drank too much and had been introduced to the world of Men rather harshly. The Elf was a good companion when being drunk, that was for sure. The being was not used to headaches though.
"Nay Gimli, I remember too well how you took advantage of me when I was not in a clear state of mind."
He even managed to look completely innocent when saying that, while he bristled. Advantage of the Elf, he would never do that! That prissy excuse for an Elf…….
Blondy looked at him before giggling, a daring smile on that pale face, only making him bristle more.
"I beg to differ Elf! It was you, not I, who drank too much ale. How was I to know you could not hold your drink? Tall and old as you are, you should be able to handle it, though I really should have know better…….You are Elf after all."
That last comment made the Elf look at him evenly before frowning. Hah, that should serve him right. Nobody insulted a Dwarf, by accusing him of an act he had not even dare to think of.
"And you are Dwarf, Gimli, though I have to admit it was a very well observed remark……for a Dwarf…."
He huffed at the Elf, not knowing what he should say back, knowing there would be a comment back whatever he might say. That was one thing he learned during the time he spend with Legolas, the Elves always wanted to have the last word. Laughter sounded behind him, and he turned, seeing Aragorn walk towards them in a slow stroll, greeting various Men before reaching them. The Ranger was still worried about the Elf, he could see that in the grey eyes as they settled on the tall being.
"May I have a word with you Legolas?"
The Elf in question nodded as they excused themselves, walking away and leaving him to stand there. Blah, the ale was better companion then the Elf anyways. He took a large gulp of the bitter drink, watching his two friends talk. It had to be good news, the Elf was smiling brightly, the soft glow around the being growing with the mirth. He never could understand why the being glowed like that, they were like fireflies in the dark.
"Lord Gimli, how are you fairing this fine night?"
The lovely lady Eowyn greeted him as she stood there, dressed in a lovely gown of spun gold. She was a vision of beauty, though she could not match the beauty of the Lady Galadriel, none could.
"Far better now that you came to join me, Milady."
He enjoyed seeing a feint blush spreading on those pale cheeks as she looked down briefly in humble appreciation of his words. If she had been a Dwarf, he might pursue her, though she was human, what a shame of such a woman.
"How is young Faramir?"
The blush deepened, much to his delight when he mentioned the younger brother of their fallen comrade Boromir. He knew there was a growing affection between the shield maiden of Rohan and the son of the Steward and he did not mind jesting to her about it.
"He still needs rest, his injuries were grave but fortunately no longer life threatening. He was sourly disappointed to not be able attending this feast in the honour of Legolas. Though I have a feeling he will attend the crowning of Lord Aragorn, no matter what."
"Good," he boosted, not knowing what else to say. All should attend to Aragorn's crowning, it was the least the lad deserved after all that he did. Only a few days and then the lad would be King of Gondor, and he was going to be part of this event.
"He should be mindful of his injuries," came the voice of Aragorn from behind them, the healer in him speaking with disdain at hearing about Faramir's stubbornness. Though he, as friend of Faramir, knew the young man would not be kept from his crowning and he was glad for it as well.
"Where's the Elf? The lad should not be alone on his own party."
Finally the healer looked at him, the tension between him and Eowyn ever present and yet to be ignored by him. He did not care about past love and surely not about the childish behaviour of these two humans.
"He is greeting his father, King Thranduill."
He felt his eyes widening at that, before scowling. That no good of a King was here, how dare he? He was here to frown upon the friendship between a Dwarf and his son, no doubt. And he was not about to let that pass!
"Then let us greet him as well."