Chapter 8
Punishments
Everyone froze in shock.
Gimli looked down dazzidly at the arrow before sitting down abrutly in the grass. The spell broken Aragorn and Legolas rushed to his side.
"Lie back Gimli." Aragorn commanded gently pushing at the dwarf's shoulder.
Gimli ignored the man pushing him off. The dwarf reached up to grasp the arrow shaft giving it a fierce tug. The arrow pulled free with little difficulty.
Legolas looked at his friend in confusion. "Gimli, you are not hit?"
"By Aule's blessing no."
Aragorn parted the heavy cotton shirt to reveal Gimli's mithril chain of office. Aragon breathed a sigh of relief. "Holy Valar. I swear you are blessed with the lives of a cat."
A sobbing form rushed into Gimli's arm. The dwarf looked down at Eldarion. The human prince was crying so hard his words were unintelligable. Gimli put a calming had on the boy's back. "Hush now lad," Gimli rumbled, "everything is alright."
"I c-could have k-killed you." The boy coked out.
"Yes you could have." Aragorn's stern voice cut in. Aragorn glanced furiously down at his son then at the hobbit children. "You are all lucky that no one is injured. You have been told never to handle the weapons without adult supervision. What if Gimli had not been wearing his chain or if it was a hobbit that had been in those bushes. You could have killed someone."
Aragorn suddenly switched to elvish then dwarfish. The vehmence in his words coupled with the angry gestures left little to the imagination. He spoke rapidly and only Legolas and Gimli were able to deciper the speech.
The children cowered under the king's tirade, tears streaming down their faces. Merry and Pippin were crying loudly.
"Aragorn." Legolas interrupted.
The king looked over angrily at the elf.
"That's enough." Legolas replied in elvish.
"Legolas they took weapons they could have killed Gimli or someone else." Aragorn replied tightly in elvish. "They have been told about this before."
"Aye. They are children though. And seeing Gimli coming out of those bushes will stay with them a lot longer than any words you say. The fright will stay with them."
Aragorn nodded his head in aquecence. He felt horrible for yelling at the children like he did, even though they did desirve it. But the elf was right the scare they had gotten would be a memory they would not soon forget. He looked down at his son who was sobbing into Gimli's arms and the hobbit children who were just as miserable.
"Come here." Aragorn commanded softly in common. The hobbit children shuffled over meekly. Aragorn pulled them down, sitting them around the three elders, to gather them up in an embrace. The children held onto the adults tightly as they cried.
Finally the last of the sniffles died away. Aragorn felt the elf stiffen as he cocked his head listening. "Someone comes."
Several moments later the four older hobbits burst into the clearing. They took in the pale faces and the dirty tears on childish faces.
"What happened?" Merry demanded.
"Are the children alright?" asked Sam.
"The children are fine," Legolas replied. "They have had a scare."
"We'll talk about it later." Aragorn announced. "For now, lets get them home."
Frodo looked suspiciously at Aragorn as they began to move. His eyes widened as he noticed the arrow laying free from the quiver beside the dwarf. His sharp eyes noticed the open shirt and the tear in the cloth. Aragorn met his eyes and shook his head.
The elder hobbit nodded as they roused the tired children. It was a long silent walk back to Bag End. The children clung to the adults as they walked, needing the comfort. Within moments of their arrival the woman of the house gathered the children up bustling them off to bed.
Later Aragorn retold the whole story in the livingroom. Sam stood up angrily ready to deliver his own speech to the truent children. Rose calmed her husband even though she was pale herself.
Gandalf smoked his pipe thoughtfully. "So are the children to be punished anymore or is it enough?"
AN: Sorry couldn't hurt Gimli. I have trouble with the hurt/torture thing unlike some of you. How can you guys hurt them? They are all so cute.
Also I have finished another story I have been working on. You can find it here: http://www.freewebs.com/salysha/ This story has been a long time coming and I hope you like it. It's a long story and has Real People Fiction mixed with Tolkien's characters. While your their please read Satu's stuff. It's great and she has a wicked sense of humor. And great thanks to her for putting up with me for the last month or so. The story is called History and it is a finished story so no cliffhangers and all. Enjoy and good day.
James
Punishments
Everyone froze in shock.
Gimli looked down dazzidly at the arrow before sitting down abrutly in the grass. The spell broken Aragorn and Legolas rushed to his side.
"Lie back Gimli." Aragorn commanded gently pushing at the dwarf's shoulder.
Gimli ignored the man pushing him off. The dwarf reached up to grasp the arrow shaft giving it a fierce tug. The arrow pulled free with little difficulty.
Legolas looked at his friend in confusion. "Gimli, you are not hit?"
"By Aule's blessing no."
Aragorn parted the heavy cotton shirt to reveal Gimli's mithril chain of office. Aragon breathed a sigh of relief. "Holy Valar. I swear you are blessed with the lives of a cat."
A sobbing form rushed into Gimli's arm. The dwarf looked down at Eldarion. The human prince was crying so hard his words were unintelligable. Gimli put a calming had on the boy's back. "Hush now lad," Gimli rumbled, "everything is alright."
"I c-could have k-killed you." The boy coked out.
"Yes you could have." Aragorn's stern voice cut in. Aragorn glanced furiously down at his son then at the hobbit children. "You are all lucky that no one is injured. You have been told never to handle the weapons without adult supervision. What if Gimli had not been wearing his chain or if it was a hobbit that had been in those bushes. You could have killed someone."
Aragorn suddenly switched to elvish then dwarfish. The vehmence in his words coupled with the angry gestures left little to the imagination. He spoke rapidly and only Legolas and Gimli were able to deciper the speech.
The children cowered under the king's tirade, tears streaming down their faces. Merry and Pippin were crying loudly.
"Aragorn." Legolas interrupted.
The king looked over angrily at the elf.
"That's enough." Legolas replied in elvish.
"Legolas they took weapons they could have killed Gimli or someone else." Aragorn replied tightly in elvish. "They have been told about this before."
"Aye. They are children though. And seeing Gimli coming out of those bushes will stay with them a lot longer than any words you say. The fright will stay with them."
Aragorn nodded his head in aquecence. He felt horrible for yelling at the children like he did, even though they did desirve it. But the elf was right the scare they had gotten would be a memory they would not soon forget. He looked down at his son who was sobbing into Gimli's arms and the hobbit children who were just as miserable.
"Come here." Aragorn commanded softly in common. The hobbit children shuffled over meekly. Aragorn pulled them down, sitting them around the three elders, to gather them up in an embrace. The children held onto the adults tightly as they cried.
Finally the last of the sniffles died away. Aragorn felt the elf stiffen as he cocked his head listening. "Someone comes."
Several moments later the four older hobbits burst into the clearing. They took in the pale faces and the dirty tears on childish faces.
"What happened?" Merry demanded.
"Are the children alright?" asked Sam.
"The children are fine," Legolas replied. "They have had a scare."
"We'll talk about it later." Aragorn announced. "For now, lets get them home."
Frodo looked suspiciously at Aragorn as they began to move. His eyes widened as he noticed the arrow laying free from the quiver beside the dwarf. His sharp eyes noticed the open shirt and the tear in the cloth. Aragorn met his eyes and shook his head.
The elder hobbit nodded as they roused the tired children. It was a long silent walk back to Bag End. The children clung to the adults as they walked, needing the comfort. Within moments of their arrival the woman of the house gathered the children up bustling them off to bed.
Later Aragorn retold the whole story in the livingroom. Sam stood up angrily ready to deliver his own speech to the truent children. Rose calmed her husband even though she was pale herself.
Gandalf smoked his pipe thoughtfully. "So are the children to be punished anymore or is it enough?"
AN: Sorry couldn't hurt Gimli. I have trouble with the hurt/torture thing unlike some of you. How can you guys hurt them? They are all so cute.
Also I have finished another story I have been working on. You can find it here: http://www.freewebs.com/salysha/ This story has been a long time coming and I hope you like it. It's a long story and has Real People Fiction mixed with Tolkien's characters. While your their please read Satu's stuff. It's great and she has a wicked sense of humor. And great thanks to her for putting up with me for the last month or so. The story is called History and it is a finished story so no cliffhangers and all. Enjoy and good day.
James