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Thanks to everyone who voted! The outcome is: Enellewyn Has A Crush On Legolas! And to those of you who wanted it to be the other way around, I'm terribly sorry.
Chapter 10
As the sunlight hit her face, Enellewyn stumbled out of Moria along with the rest of the Fellowship. The hobbits were crying and Boromir had to restrain Gimli from running back inside to save Gandalf.
Collapsing on the ground, Enellewyn cradled her head in her hands. Tears falling freely, she felt a pair of arms enclose around her. She cried into Legolas's tunic, not caring that a large wet blotch was accumulating rapidly on his front side.
"Legolas, get them up!" Aragorn said, sheathing his sword.
"Give them a moment for pity's sake!" Boromir said, sounding distraught.
"By nightfall these hills will be swarming with orcs!" Aragorn said. "We must reach the woods of Lothlorien. Come Boromir, Legolas, Gimli, get them up!" Legolas heaved Enellewyn to her feet. He clapped her on the shoulder bracingly before going over to Merry and Pippin. Enellewyn could see that he was trying to get them up without seeming too mean.
Trying to gain her composure, Enellewyn wiped her tear stained face on the sleeve of her shirt. Aragorn went and roused Sam.
"On your feet Sam," he murmured.
"Frodo!" Aragorn went ahead, spying the periannath. "Frodo!" Frodo turned.
The Fellowship finally left, a deep depression hanging over them like a thick veil.
*
When the Fellowship reached Lothlorien, Aragorn looked slightly pleased, as they had made good time. Entering the woods, Enellewyn heard Gimli behind her.
"Stay close young hobbits. They say that a great sorceress lives in these woods. An elf witch, of terrible power. All who look upon her, fall under her spell, and are never seen again!" Gimli said in hushed tones, holding his axe at the ready, as if he were expecting something to leap out at him.
Instead of snorting, and insulting Gimli, like she would have usually done, Enellewyn remained silent. In front of her, Frodo paused suddenly.
"Mr. Frodo?" Sam asked concernedly. Enellewyn heard a rustle from above.
"Well here's one dwarf she won't ensnare so easily. I have the eyes of a hawk and ears of a fox!" Gimli said. But he let out a small gasp, coming face to face with the point of a sharp arrow. Legolas stood on one side, his bow and arrow pointed at the elf. Enellewyn stood diagonal to him, pointing hers at another elf. The elf looked at her and sneered. Enellewyn sneered back. He looked faintly taken aback at her rudeness. This made Enellewyn smirk inwardly.
"The dwarf breathes so loud, we could have shot it in the dark," the rude elf said snottily. Before she could control her actions, Enellewyn had spoke.
"Tell me about it." She rolled her eyes. Suddenly, realizing what she had said, her eyes widened. Aragorn and Gimli were glaring at her and Legolas just turned his eyes skyward.
"Haldir o Lorien. Henio aníron, boe ammen i dulu lîn. Boe ammen veriad lîn." Aragorn said. Enellewyn translated in her mind. 'Haldir of Lorien. We come here for help. We need your protection.'
Enellewyn pulled her bowstring so that it was taut, concentrating hard.
"Aragorn, these woods are perilous. We should turn back!" Gimli said, his coal black eyes focused on the arrow point. Enellewyn heard him gulp.
"You have entered the Realm of the Lady of the Wood. You cannot go back. Come, she is waiting," Haldir said, turning around, the leaves rustling loudly under his cloak. Delving deeper into the woods, the trees grew to be bigger than Enellewyn's arm span and had an ethereal silver color to them. The three elves led them up to a flet, and one by one, each member of the Fellowship climbed up.
"Mae Govannen, Legolas Thrandulion (Well met, Legolas son of Thranduil)."
"Govannas vîn gwennen le, Haldir o Lórien," Legolas said in return. Enellewyn noticed that he completely skipped over her, looking at Aragorn. Enellewyn growled. Legolas squeezed her shoulder giving her a warning look.
"A Aragorn in Dúnedain istannen le ammen," Haldir said.
"Haldir," Aragorn said gratefully. Gimli looked offended.
"So much for the legendary courtesy of the elves! Speak words we can all understand!" he growled.
"We have not had dealings with the Dwarves since the Dark Days," Haldir said contemptuously.
"And you know what this dwarf says to that? Ishkhaqui ai durugnul (I spit upon your grave)." Haldir's eyes were now set in slits. Aragorn clapped his hand on the dwarf's shoulder in a reprimanding, annoyed sort of way.
"That was not so courteous!" Aragorn scolded him.
"You bring great evil with you. You may go no further," Haldir said.
"Haldir o Lórien. Henio, aníron, boe ammen i dulu lîn. Boe ammen veriad lîn.
(Haldir from Lórien.' 'Understand, I wish [i.e. please, understand!], we need you support [lit. it is necessary to us your help].' 'We need your protection' [Lit. 'it is needed to us your protection')," As Aragorn pleaded with Haldir, Enellewyn went to stand next to Legolas. His arms were folded across his chest, and he was staring mutely into the distance, his eyes blank.
Enellewyn stared into his handsome sapphire blue orbs.
"Enellewyn? Are you okay?" Legolas asked, looking at her strangely.
"I'm fine," Enellewyn said with an uncomfortable laugh. 'Since when do I have thoughts like this about my best friend?!'
"You will follow me," Haldir's relatively cold voice snapped her out of her daze. Following a trail, the sun was soon rising above the horizon. They stopped, and Enellewyn's breath caught in her throat.
"Caras Galadhon. The heart of Elvendom on earth. Realm of the Lord Celeborn, and of Galadriel, Lady of Light," Haldir breathed. Before she knew it, they were in the heart of Lothlorien. Her surroundings were bathed in silver light (from the trees, she assumed) and they were winding up a staircase to a magnificent flet.
When the stairs ceased, the Fellowship grouped around a small set of steps. Descending down the miniature flight of stairs were two regal looking elves with their hands clasped. Light emanated from them so that it was nearly blinding. But no one looked away.
'Welcome, Enellewyn Silverleaf. I have heard much of you.' Enellewyn nearly jumped at the fair voice in her head, but she contained herself. Feeling foolish, she remembered that the Lady of the Golden Wood was able to converse with people with her mind.
"Nine there are here, yet ten there were that set out from Rivendell. Tell me where is Gandalf, for I cannot see him from afar," Celeborn said. Before anyone could answer, Galadriel did.
"He has fallen into shadow," she said, her eyes blank, staring at the Fellowship but not really seeing them. Celeborn looked at his wife questioningly. Enellewyn heard the voice in her head again. 'Tell me, young one. What befell Gandalf the Grey?'
"He was taken by a both shadow and flame, A Balrog of Morgoth, for we went needlessly into the net of Moria," Enellewyn said remorsefully.
"Needless were none of the deeds of Gandalf in life. We do not yet know his full purpose," Gimli sighed audibly, his face drawn into a frown.
"Do not let the great emptiness of Khazad Dum fill your heart, Gimli son of Gloin. For the world has grown full of peril. And in all lands, love is now mingled with grief," Galadriel said, turning her electric blue eyes to Boromir who shuddered under her gaze.
"What now becomes of this fellowship? Without Gandalf, hope is lost," Celeborn said grimly.
"The quest stand upon the edge of a knife, stray but a little and it will fail, to the ruin of all. Yet hope remains while the company is true. Do not let your hearts be troubled," reading everyone's mind. "Go now and rest, for you are weary with sorrow and much toil. Tonight you will sleep in peace within the lands of Lothlorien." As Galadriel said this, she saw her eyes focus in on Frodo's.
Haldir led the Fellowship to where they would sleep, before taking his leave. Everyone began to get settled down, laying out bedrolls and taking the pillows and blankets that were provided for them. Fair voices floated through the air.
"A lament for Gandalf," Legolas said, listening intently. Enellewyn knew what they were saying, but she did not let the tears sting at her eyes.
"What do they say about him?" Merry questioned, looking around in wonder.
"I have not the heart to tell you. For me the grief is still too near," Legolas said, turning. With that, he walked off.
"Where are you going?" Enellewyn inquired, standing up also.
"Just for a walk. I will be back soon," Legolas said indifferently. Enellewyn sat back down.
"I bet they don't mention his fireworks," Sam said, fluffing his pillow. "There should be a verse about them." Standing up, he looked thoughtful for a moment. "They burst in stars of blue and green." Gimli let out a large snore and Aragorn had to silence him with a swift punch.
"Or after thunder, silver showers, came falling like a rain of flowers," Sam's voice faltered, realizing that it didn't flow that well. "Oh that doesn't do them justice by a long road," he said, sitting down, disheartened. Aragorn strolled off in search of Boromir.
By the time the Fellowship had fallen asleep, including Enellewyn, Legolas was sill not back from his walk. But there was an extra blanket covering her. Beside her, Legolas's bedroll was bare and empty. Wrapping her blanket around her, she went off in search of her friend.
When she finally found him, he was lounging in a tree, his leg swinging leisurely.
"Mind if I join you?" Enellewyn asked. Legolas shook his head absentmindedly. Enellewyn slung the blanket over her shoulder and clambered up, coming to perch on a branch next to Legolas.
"Back in a few minutes, huh?" Enellewyn said teasingly. Legolas grinned, and through the windows of his soul, Enellewyn could see the old child in his smile. The two spent the majority of the night, discussing various topics.
When they returned, it was nearly dawn and the sun was rising. Over the next month, the Fellowship enjoyed Celeborn and Galadriel's hospitality. When it was finally time to leave, Enellewyn and the hobbits were reluctant to depart. As everyone helped pack the boats with their food stores and packs, Merry and Pippin sat in a boat that was docked near the bank of the river. Enellewyn helped Legolas pile the boats with bundles of Lembas, courtesy of the Lady herself.
Legolas took one out with a flick of his wrist.
"Lembas! Elvish waybread. One small bite is enough to fill the stomach of a grown man," Legolas said, taking a bite. Enellewyn saw that Pippin visibly blanched at his words.
"Perhaps only one bite is not suitable for the stomach of a hobbit," Enellewyn said with a knowing smirk. As they left, Enellewyn heard Merry.
"How many did you eat?"
"Four," Pippin said, accompanied with a loud burp. Legolas and Enellewyn laughed to themselves. The Fellowship dined with Galadriel and Celeborn ("Stay, for you have not yet dined with us.") Celeborn ordered the Fellowship to form a line in front of several elves.
"Never have we clad strangers in the garb of our own people. May these cloaks help shield you from unfriendly eyes," Celeborn said. Each she-elf held out a grey cloak and a green brooch in the form of a leaf. Enellewyn clasped hers around her neck. Celeborn took Aragorn aside while Galadriel presented her gifts.
"My gift for you Legolas, is a bow of the Galadhrim. Worthy of the skill of our woodland kin." Legolas ran his fingers over the fine craftsmanship in awe. Galadriel went on to Merry and Pippin. "These are the daggers of the Noldorin. They have already seen service in war," Pippin looked at his, as if scared. "Do not fear, young Peregrin Took. You will find your courage." She now came to Sam. "And for you, Samwise Gamgee, Elven rope, made of hithlain." She passed him a coil of willowy silver rope.
"Thank you my Lady. Have you run out of those nice shiny daggers?" Sam asked hopefully. Galadriel smiled. She came to Enellewyn. She held out her hand. In her palm was an emerald ring. It was crafted to look like a string of leaves, each one getting a bit larger as it neared the center. Enellewyn stared at it in admiration as she took it carefully.
"It belonged to your great grandmother. She and I used to be friends. Before she died, she made me promise to give it to you," Galadriel said, smiling sadly. The ring slid smoothly onto Enellewyn's right index finger.
"It's absolutely beautiful," Enellewyn said appreciatively. She hugged Galadriel and thanked her once more before going to join Legolas in their boat that was to be shared with Gimli.
After many farewells, the Fellowship finally left. Galadriel saw them off, waving, the same ethereal glow shrouding around her. Legolas looked at the ring on Enellewyn's finger inquisitively.
"I have never seen you so star struck over a ring," Legolas said as he rowed.
"Women and their jewelry," Gimli said disapprovingly. Legolas nodded in agreement.
"Men and their irregular bathing habits," Enellewyn said curtly. Legolas immediately began to protest.
"I bathe regularly! And you know it Enellewyn Silverleaf!" Enellewyn couldn't protest to this.
"But what about the dwarf?" The protesting stopped and Gimli just gave a sulky grunt, but did not object.
"Humph!" Legolas and Gimli said together. Enellewyn smirked, relishing in the feeling of verbal victory.
Response To Reviews:
Alassea2-If I ever need someone to proofread when I'm feeling lazy, I'll e-mail you.
Mojo The Rock Chick Munchkin-Sorry, only one. But perhaps Legolas will end up with someone else in the last installment? Hmm, you never know.
Laegoleaf-Here, here! I was actually thinking of putting in romance for Me And My Best Friend's Wedding, but decided not to.
Good? Bad? Yes, no, maybe so? Please review!!
Thanks to everyone who voted! The outcome is: Enellewyn Has A Crush On Legolas! And to those of you who wanted it to be the other way around, I'm terribly sorry.
Chapter 10
As the sunlight hit her face, Enellewyn stumbled out of Moria along with the rest of the Fellowship. The hobbits were crying and Boromir had to restrain Gimli from running back inside to save Gandalf.
Collapsing on the ground, Enellewyn cradled her head in her hands. Tears falling freely, she felt a pair of arms enclose around her. She cried into Legolas's tunic, not caring that a large wet blotch was accumulating rapidly on his front side.
"Legolas, get them up!" Aragorn said, sheathing his sword.
"Give them a moment for pity's sake!" Boromir said, sounding distraught.
"By nightfall these hills will be swarming with orcs!" Aragorn said. "We must reach the woods of Lothlorien. Come Boromir, Legolas, Gimli, get them up!" Legolas heaved Enellewyn to her feet. He clapped her on the shoulder bracingly before going over to Merry and Pippin. Enellewyn could see that he was trying to get them up without seeming too mean.
Trying to gain her composure, Enellewyn wiped her tear stained face on the sleeve of her shirt. Aragorn went and roused Sam.
"On your feet Sam," he murmured.
"Frodo!" Aragorn went ahead, spying the periannath. "Frodo!" Frodo turned.
The Fellowship finally left, a deep depression hanging over them like a thick veil.
*
When the Fellowship reached Lothlorien, Aragorn looked slightly pleased, as they had made good time. Entering the woods, Enellewyn heard Gimli behind her.
"Stay close young hobbits. They say that a great sorceress lives in these woods. An elf witch, of terrible power. All who look upon her, fall under her spell, and are never seen again!" Gimli said in hushed tones, holding his axe at the ready, as if he were expecting something to leap out at him.
Instead of snorting, and insulting Gimli, like she would have usually done, Enellewyn remained silent. In front of her, Frodo paused suddenly.
"Mr. Frodo?" Sam asked concernedly. Enellewyn heard a rustle from above.
"Well here's one dwarf she won't ensnare so easily. I have the eyes of a hawk and ears of a fox!" Gimli said. But he let out a small gasp, coming face to face with the point of a sharp arrow. Legolas stood on one side, his bow and arrow pointed at the elf. Enellewyn stood diagonal to him, pointing hers at another elf. The elf looked at her and sneered. Enellewyn sneered back. He looked faintly taken aback at her rudeness. This made Enellewyn smirk inwardly.
"The dwarf breathes so loud, we could have shot it in the dark," the rude elf said snottily. Before she could control her actions, Enellewyn had spoke.
"Tell me about it." She rolled her eyes. Suddenly, realizing what she had said, her eyes widened. Aragorn and Gimli were glaring at her and Legolas just turned his eyes skyward.
"Haldir o Lorien. Henio aníron, boe ammen i dulu lîn. Boe ammen veriad lîn." Aragorn said. Enellewyn translated in her mind. 'Haldir of Lorien. We come here for help. We need your protection.'
Enellewyn pulled her bowstring so that it was taut, concentrating hard.
"Aragorn, these woods are perilous. We should turn back!" Gimli said, his coal black eyes focused on the arrow point. Enellewyn heard him gulp.
"You have entered the Realm of the Lady of the Wood. You cannot go back. Come, she is waiting," Haldir said, turning around, the leaves rustling loudly under his cloak. Delving deeper into the woods, the trees grew to be bigger than Enellewyn's arm span and had an ethereal silver color to them. The three elves led them up to a flet, and one by one, each member of the Fellowship climbed up.
"Mae Govannen, Legolas Thrandulion (Well met, Legolas son of Thranduil)."
"Govannas vîn gwennen le, Haldir o Lórien," Legolas said in return. Enellewyn noticed that he completely skipped over her, looking at Aragorn. Enellewyn growled. Legolas squeezed her shoulder giving her a warning look.
"A Aragorn in Dúnedain istannen le ammen," Haldir said.
"Haldir," Aragorn said gratefully. Gimli looked offended.
"So much for the legendary courtesy of the elves! Speak words we can all understand!" he growled.
"We have not had dealings with the Dwarves since the Dark Days," Haldir said contemptuously.
"And you know what this dwarf says to that? Ishkhaqui ai durugnul (I spit upon your grave)." Haldir's eyes were now set in slits. Aragorn clapped his hand on the dwarf's shoulder in a reprimanding, annoyed sort of way.
"That was not so courteous!" Aragorn scolded him.
"You bring great evil with you. You may go no further," Haldir said.
"Haldir o Lórien. Henio, aníron, boe ammen i dulu lîn. Boe ammen veriad lîn.
(Haldir from Lórien.' 'Understand, I wish [i.e. please, understand!], we need you support [lit. it is necessary to us your help].' 'We need your protection' [Lit. 'it is needed to us your protection')," As Aragorn pleaded with Haldir, Enellewyn went to stand next to Legolas. His arms were folded across his chest, and he was staring mutely into the distance, his eyes blank.
Enellewyn stared into his handsome sapphire blue orbs.
"Enellewyn? Are you okay?" Legolas asked, looking at her strangely.
"I'm fine," Enellewyn said with an uncomfortable laugh. 'Since when do I have thoughts like this about my best friend?!'
"You will follow me," Haldir's relatively cold voice snapped her out of her daze. Following a trail, the sun was soon rising above the horizon. They stopped, and Enellewyn's breath caught in her throat.
"Caras Galadhon. The heart of Elvendom on earth. Realm of the Lord Celeborn, and of Galadriel, Lady of Light," Haldir breathed. Before she knew it, they were in the heart of Lothlorien. Her surroundings were bathed in silver light (from the trees, she assumed) and they were winding up a staircase to a magnificent flet.
When the stairs ceased, the Fellowship grouped around a small set of steps. Descending down the miniature flight of stairs were two regal looking elves with their hands clasped. Light emanated from them so that it was nearly blinding. But no one looked away.
'Welcome, Enellewyn Silverleaf. I have heard much of you.' Enellewyn nearly jumped at the fair voice in her head, but she contained herself. Feeling foolish, she remembered that the Lady of the Golden Wood was able to converse with people with her mind.
"Nine there are here, yet ten there were that set out from Rivendell. Tell me where is Gandalf, for I cannot see him from afar," Celeborn said. Before anyone could answer, Galadriel did.
"He has fallen into shadow," she said, her eyes blank, staring at the Fellowship but not really seeing them. Celeborn looked at his wife questioningly. Enellewyn heard the voice in her head again. 'Tell me, young one. What befell Gandalf the Grey?'
"He was taken by a both shadow and flame, A Balrog of Morgoth, for we went needlessly into the net of Moria," Enellewyn said remorsefully.
"Needless were none of the deeds of Gandalf in life. We do not yet know his full purpose," Gimli sighed audibly, his face drawn into a frown.
"Do not let the great emptiness of Khazad Dum fill your heart, Gimli son of Gloin. For the world has grown full of peril. And in all lands, love is now mingled with grief," Galadriel said, turning her electric blue eyes to Boromir who shuddered under her gaze.
"What now becomes of this fellowship? Without Gandalf, hope is lost," Celeborn said grimly.
"The quest stand upon the edge of a knife, stray but a little and it will fail, to the ruin of all. Yet hope remains while the company is true. Do not let your hearts be troubled," reading everyone's mind. "Go now and rest, for you are weary with sorrow and much toil. Tonight you will sleep in peace within the lands of Lothlorien." As Galadriel said this, she saw her eyes focus in on Frodo's.
Haldir led the Fellowship to where they would sleep, before taking his leave. Everyone began to get settled down, laying out bedrolls and taking the pillows and blankets that were provided for them. Fair voices floated through the air.
"A lament for Gandalf," Legolas said, listening intently. Enellewyn knew what they were saying, but she did not let the tears sting at her eyes.
"What do they say about him?" Merry questioned, looking around in wonder.
"I have not the heart to tell you. For me the grief is still too near," Legolas said, turning. With that, he walked off.
"Where are you going?" Enellewyn inquired, standing up also.
"Just for a walk. I will be back soon," Legolas said indifferently. Enellewyn sat back down.
"I bet they don't mention his fireworks," Sam said, fluffing his pillow. "There should be a verse about them." Standing up, he looked thoughtful for a moment. "They burst in stars of blue and green." Gimli let out a large snore and Aragorn had to silence him with a swift punch.
"Or after thunder, silver showers, came falling like a rain of flowers," Sam's voice faltered, realizing that it didn't flow that well. "Oh that doesn't do them justice by a long road," he said, sitting down, disheartened. Aragorn strolled off in search of Boromir.
By the time the Fellowship had fallen asleep, including Enellewyn, Legolas was sill not back from his walk. But there was an extra blanket covering her. Beside her, Legolas's bedroll was bare and empty. Wrapping her blanket around her, she went off in search of her friend.
When she finally found him, he was lounging in a tree, his leg swinging leisurely.
"Mind if I join you?" Enellewyn asked. Legolas shook his head absentmindedly. Enellewyn slung the blanket over her shoulder and clambered up, coming to perch on a branch next to Legolas.
"Back in a few minutes, huh?" Enellewyn said teasingly. Legolas grinned, and through the windows of his soul, Enellewyn could see the old child in his smile. The two spent the majority of the night, discussing various topics.
When they returned, it was nearly dawn and the sun was rising. Over the next month, the Fellowship enjoyed Celeborn and Galadriel's hospitality. When it was finally time to leave, Enellewyn and the hobbits were reluctant to depart. As everyone helped pack the boats with their food stores and packs, Merry and Pippin sat in a boat that was docked near the bank of the river. Enellewyn helped Legolas pile the boats with bundles of Lembas, courtesy of the Lady herself.
Legolas took one out with a flick of his wrist.
"Lembas! Elvish waybread. One small bite is enough to fill the stomach of a grown man," Legolas said, taking a bite. Enellewyn saw that Pippin visibly blanched at his words.
"Perhaps only one bite is not suitable for the stomach of a hobbit," Enellewyn said with a knowing smirk. As they left, Enellewyn heard Merry.
"How many did you eat?"
"Four," Pippin said, accompanied with a loud burp. Legolas and Enellewyn laughed to themselves. The Fellowship dined with Galadriel and Celeborn ("Stay, for you have not yet dined with us.") Celeborn ordered the Fellowship to form a line in front of several elves.
"Never have we clad strangers in the garb of our own people. May these cloaks help shield you from unfriendly eyes," Celeborn said. Each she-elf held out a grey cloak and a green brooch in the form of a leaf. Enellewyn clasped hers around her neck. Celeborn took Aragorn aside while Galadriel presented her gifts.
"My gift for you Legolas, is a bow of the Galadhrim. Worthy of the skill of our woodland kin." Legolas ran his fingers over the fine craftsmanship in awe. Galadriel went on to Merry and Pippin. "These are the daggers of the Noldorin. They have already seen service in war," Pippin looked at his, as if scared. "Do not fear, young Peregrin Took. You will find your courage." She now came to Sam. "And for you, Samwise Gamgee, Elven rope, made of hithlain." She passed him a coil of willowy silver rope.
"Thank you my Lady. Have you run out of those nice shiny daggers?" Sam asked hopefully. Galadriel smiled. She came to Enellewyn. She held out her hand. In her palm was an emerald ring. It was crafted to look like a string of leaves, each one getting a bit larger as it neared the center. Enellewyn stared at it in admiration as she took it carefully.
"It belonged to your great grandmother. She and I used to be friends. Before she died, she made me promise to give it to you," Galadriel said, smiling sadly. The ring slid smoothly onto Enellewyn's right index finger.
"It's absolutely beautiful," Enellewyn said appreciatively. She hugged Galadriel and thanked her once more before going to join Legolas in their boat that was to be shared with Gimli.
After many farewells, the Fellowship finally left. Galadriel saw them off, waving, the same ethereal glow shrouding around her. Legolas looked at the ring on Enellewyn's finger inquisitively.
"I have never seen you so star struck over a ring," Legolas said as he rowed.
"Women and their jewelry," Gimli said disapprovingly. Legolas nodded in agreement.
"Men and their irregular bathing habits," Enellewyn said curtly. Legolas immediately began to protest.
"I bathe regularly! And you know it Enellewyn Silverleaf!" Enellewyn couldn't protest to this.
"But what about the dwarf?" The protesting stopped and Gimli just gave a sulky grunt, but did not object.
"Humph!" Legolas and Gimli said together. Enellewyn smirked, relishing in the feeling of verbal victory.
Response To Reviews:
Alassea2-If I ever need someone to proofread when I'm feeling lazy, I'll e-mail you.
Mojo The Rock Chick Munchkin-Sorry, only one. But perhaps Legolas will end up with someone else in the last installment? Hmm, you never know.
Laegoleaf-Here, here! I was actually thinking of putting in romance for Me And My Best Friend's Wedding, but decided not to.
Good? Bad? Yes, no, maybe so? Please review!!