Own nothing, never will. This chapter just got longer and longer and
longer, I hadn't been planning on bringing Haldir in, but here you go, I
hope it works.
The fellowship had been jogging toward Lothlorien for a long time now. Bucky was not sure how long, he just knew that after a while Boromir had gotten tired of Bucky's claws in his back (Bucky didn't usually revert to claws, but Boromir did not have the most even gate,) and Boromir had removed him forcefully.
No one had stopped to give Bucky a ride and he had been forced to run along with everyone else. His breathing was ragged and all thoughts of Gandalf had been forced out of his mind, seeing as it was completely occupied with taking in enough oxygen to keep him going.
So, after an indeterminate amount of time, they arrived at the Golden Wood. Bucky was far from impressed, it was just a bunch of trees to him, (and everyone else except Aragorn and Legolas.)
Aragorn raised a hand and the fellowship stopped, Bucky plopped unceremoniously to the ground, followed shortly by Merry, Pippin and Sam.
"This is the elven realm of Lothlorien," Aragorn said. "We must tread carefully and hope for protection from the Lady Galadriel. Come, it would be best if we reached Caras Galadon before nightfall."
"Oh come on!" Bucky exclaimed. "We just ran all the way from . . . Kaza-thingy and now we're supposed to walk some more?"
"We do not want to anger the elves," Aragorn said. "We will need their help."
"What are they going to do?" Bucky asked. "Throw cookies at us? Give us Christmas presents?"
"Cookies!" Pippin and Legolas said at the same time with totally different inflections.
"Yeah, you know. The little Keebler elves? The ones who make cookies and are always trying to get people to belive in them?"
"Do you not belive in me?" Legolas demanded.
"Well sure, you're standing right there. But you're not an elf. They look more like elves then you do," Bucky said gesturing at the hobbits.
Legolas drew himself up to his full height and glared at Bucky.
"Watch yourself," Gimli said. "You're speaking to an elf."
Bucky shook his head. "Elves are little," he said adamantly.
"I am no such thing!" Legolas nearly shouted.
"But you're not an elf!"
"What do you think an elf is?" Sam asked amiably.
"The short little guys who work for Santa."
"We are not short," Legolas said adamantly.
"I never said YOU were, I said elves were."
Frodo had been watching this whole argument fascinated. "Maybe there's more then one type of elf," he said, trying to figure out how what Bucky was describing could be elves.
"Of course there are," Legolas said, "there are Silvan and--"
"Nuh anh," Bucky retorted shaking his head. "Just the little elves!"
Legolas simply glared at Bucky as if by sheer force of will he could make him change his mind. And seeing as how it was Bucky he most likely could.
"We have no time for this!" Aragorn said. "We must reach Caras Galadon."
Those who had sat, stood wearily without argument, although Bucky grumbled audibly.
As they began to walk, Pippin worked his way toward Bucky and whispered. "Do the elves really make cookies?"
*
The fellowship walked through the golden wood in silence for the most part, Bucky was getting jumpy, there was something about this place he didn't like. It felt like there was something Bucky was missing, Bucky missed a lot of things but he wasn't used to noticing that he missed them.
He had realized a little while ago that he would probably never see hairless monkey again and he was not too happy about that, he was going to have to go back to eating the god awful food contained in the rest of the fellowship's packs.
His mind was somewhere else, so far away even Bucky wasn't sure where it was when something sharp poked him in the forehead. He blinked, discovering he had walked into an arrow which was nocked and drawn as far back as it would go, he looked up . . . and up . . . and up until he found a face perfect to the point of blandness.
Someone farther ahead was speaking and he shifted his gaze, taking a step back to relieve the pressure on his head.
" . . . so loudly we could have shot him in the dark," Bucky wondered if they were talking about him, the long journey from Moria and the magic of the golden wood we're taking their toll on him, he was feeling very light headed.
"Haldir of Lorien," Aragorn said bowing his head ever so slightly. "We need your help, our party was attacked in moria and our strength is ebbing."
"You bring great evil, to speak nothing of the dwarf and . . ." Haldir trailed off, staring at Bucky perplexed.
"The dwarf and the cat will harm no one, I swear to you."
Haldir looked at all of them suspiciously, his glance lingered on Frodo and Bucky before he finally turned back to Aragorn. "I do not know what the Lady Galadriel will say of this."
Gimli snorted and the arrow inches from Bucky's skull swung around to aim at him.
"Careful what you say Dwarf," Haldir said. "Or we will abandon you in the wood to find your own way out, if the orcs do not find you first."
It was at that Bucky decided he didn't like Haldir--well, he didn't like most people but this guy really bugged him--he ducked through many pairs of legs until he was standing before him and stared up at Haldir defiantly.
"Do you have any idea how long it's been since I've eaten?" he asked, before Haldir could respond he forged ahead. "Watched TV? Had Tuna? Played with Smacky? We've just run all the way from Kaz--Mor--Dum and your lady can sleep with dogs!"
Legolas and Aragorn looked at each other completely mortified.
"This is what you bring into our woods?" Haldir hissed.
"Do we get a place to stay or not?" Bucky demanded.
"After such words you should be glad I do not shoot you where you stand."
Bucky rolled his eyes, leapt up and bit down on Haldir's arm. Haldir grabbed Bucky by the scruff of his neck and yanked, Bucky came off, a piece of cloth hanging from his mouth. He spat it out and glared up at Haldir.
"I . . . " Aragorn began looking at Haldir aghast. "He knows not what he says. The magic of the forest must be affecting him."
"What magic?" Bucky asked. "Are we going to start talking about elves again?"
Aragorn grabbed Bucky out of Haldir's hand and clasped his hands over Bucky's mouth, holding him tightly against his stomach. "He does not speak for us all--"
"That I know," Haldir snapped. "Aragorn . . . I will not ask your motives. Simply know that I would let no one else pass."
Aragorn bowed his head, (much deeper this time) and the fellowship continued it's slow journey toward Caras Galadon with an elven escort. Aragorn kept his hands over Bucky's mouth the whole time.
The fellowship had been jogging toward Lothlorien for a long time now. Bucky was not sure how long, he just knew that after a while Boromir had gotten tired of Bucky's claws in his back (Bucky didn't usually revert to claws, but Boromir did not have the most even gate,) and Boromir had removed him forcefully.
No one had stopped to give Bucky a ride and he had been forced to run along with everyone else. His breathing was ragged and all thoughts of Gandalf had been forced out of his mind, seeing as it was completely occupied with taking in enough oxygen to keep him going.
So, after an indeterminate amount of time, they arrived at the Golden Wood. Bucky was far from impressed, it was just a bunch of trees to him, (and everyone else except Aragorn and Legolas.)
Aragorn raised a hand and the fellowship stopped, Bucky plopped unceremoniously to the ground, followed shortly by Merry, Pippin and Sam.
"This is the elven realm of Lothlorien," Aragorn said. "We must tread carefully and hope for protection from the Lady Galadriel. Come, it would be best if we reached Caras Galadon before nightfall."
"Oh come on!" Bucky exclaimed. "We just ran all the way from . . . Kaza-thingy and now we're supposed to walk some more?"
"We do not want to anger the elves," Aragorn said. "We will need their help."
"What are they going to do?" Bucky asked. "Throw cookies at us? Give us Christmas presents?"
"Cookies!" Pippin and Legolas said at the same time with totally different inflections.
"Yeah, you know. The little Keebler elves? The ones who make cookies and are always trying to get people to belive in them?"
"Do you not belive in me?" Legolas demanded.
"Well sure, you're standing right there. But you're not an elf. They look more like elves then you do," Bucky said gesturing at the hobbits.
Legolas drew himself up to his full height and glared at Bucky.
"Watch yourself," Gimli said. "You're speaking to an elf."
Bucky shook his head. "Elves are little," he said adamantly.
"I am no such thing!" Legolas nearly shouted.
"But you're not an elf!"
"What do you think an elf is?" Sam asked amiably.
"The short little guys who work for Santa."
"We are not short," Legolas said adamantly.
"I never said YOU were, I said elves were."
Frodo had been watching this whole argument fascinated. "Maybe there's more then one type of elf," he said, trying to figure out how what Bucky was describing could be elves.
"Of course there are," Legolas said, "there are Silvan and--"
"Nuh anh," Bucky retorted shaking his head. "Just the little elves!"
Legolas simply glared at Bucky as if by sheer force of will he could make him change his mind. And seeing as how it was Bucky he most likely could.
"We have no time for this!" Aragorn said. "We must reach Caras Galadon."
Those who had sat, stood wearily without argument, although Bucky grumbled audibly.
As they began to walk, Pippin worked his way toward Bucky and whispered. "Do the elves really make cookies?"
*
The fellowship walked through the golden wood in silence for the most part, Bucky was getting jumpy, there was something about this place he didn't like. It felt like there was something Bucky was missing, Bucky missed a lot of things but he wasn't used to noticing that he missed them.
He had realized a little while ago that he would probably never see hairless monkey again and he was not too happy about that, he was going to have to go back to eating the god awful food contained in the rest of the fellowship's packs.
His mind was somewhere else, so far away even Bucky wasn't sure where it was when something sharp poked him in the forehead. He blinked, discovering he had walked into an arrow which was nocked and drawn as far back as it would go, he looked up . . . and up . . . and up until he found a face perfect to the point of blandness.
Someone farther ahead was speaking and he shifted his gaze, taking a step back to relieve the pressure on his head.
" . . . so loudly we could have shot him in the dark," Bucky wondered if they were talking about him, the long journey from Moria and the magic of the golden wood we're taking their toll on him, he was feeling very light headed.
"Haldir of Lorien," Aragorn said bowing his head ever so slightly. "We need your help, our party was attacked in moria and our strength is ebbing."
"You bring great evil, to speak nothing of the dwarf and . . ." Haldir trailed off, staring at Bucky perplexed.
"The dwarf and the cat will harm no one, I swear to you."
Haldir looked at all of them suspiciously, his glance lingered on Frodo and Bucky before he finally turned back to Aragorn. "I do not know what the Lady Galadriel will say of this."
Gimli snorted and the arrow inches from Bucky's skull swung around to aim at him.
"Careful what you say Dwarf," Haldir said. "Or we will abandon you in the wood to find your own way out, if the orcs do not find you first."
It was at that Bucky decided he didn't like Haldir--well, he didn't like most people but this guy really bugged him--he ducked through many pairs of legs until he was standing before him and stared up at Haldir defiantly.
"Do you have any idea how long it's been since I've eaten?" he asked, before Haldir could respond he forged ahead. "Watched TV? Had Tuna? Played with Smacky? We've just run all the way from Kaz--Mor--Dum and your lady can sleep with dogs!"
Legolas and Aragorn looked at each other completely mortified.
"This is what you bring into our woods?" Haldir hissed.
"Do we get a place to stay or not?" Bucky demanded.
"After such words you should be glad I do not shoot you where you stand."
Bucky rolled his eyes, leapt up and bit down on Haldir's arm. Haldir grabbed Bucky by the scruff of his neck and yanked, Bucky came off, a piece of cloth hanging from his mouth. He spat it out and glared up at Haldir.
"I . . . " Aragorn began looking at Haldir aghast. "He knows not what he says. The magic of the forest must be affecting him."
"What magic?" Bucky asked. "Are we going to start talking about elves again?"
Aragorn grabbed Bucky out of Haldir's hand and clasped his hands over Bucky's mouth, holding him tightly against his stomach. "He does not speak for us all--"
"That I know," Haldir snapped. "Aragorn . . . I will not ask your motives. Simply know that I would let no one else pass."
Aragorn bowed his head, (much deeper this time) and the fellowship continued it's slow journey toward Caras Galadon with an elven escort. Aragorn kept his hands over Bucky's mouth the whole time.