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Chapter 19
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I KNEW it was going to rain. I just knew it.
All the Men and Elves are lining the battlements. I'm standing in between Legolas and some random Elf. Gimli's on the other side of Legolas, grumbling. Surprise, surprise.
Haldir's striding along, making sure all of his Men...um, Elves... People? Yeah, people. Making sure all of his people are in place. He stops to speak to us for a moment. "Let us hope we can defeat these beasts. 'Tis truly a vast force."
"Right little ray of sunshine, aren't you?" I ask sarcastically.
"Well, I DO like to be cheerful," he shoots back.
"Yeah, yeah, yeah. What took you so long to get here, anyway? Did you walk real slow?" I ask. I figure I can dig into him and all he'll do is dish back. He's a pretty cool guy, if you look past the seemingly super-glued-on arrogant expression.
"Perhaps it simply took me a while to find my clothes," he returns easily, leaning on his bow.
I giggle. "I had nothing to do with that. It was SO Merry & Pippin."
"Riiight. That's why you were laughing so hard," Legolas interjects dryly.
I mock-glare at him. "I didn't say it wasn't funny. I mean, how often do you see an Elf run through 'Lorien wearing nothing but a towel?"
"It was not funny," Haldir snaps.
"Celeborn thought it was funny." Which is true. I didn't think I would EVER see an Elf-Lord lose his composure like that.
"My Lord has odd notions," Haldir says dryly. "My Lady found it most amusing as well."
"Always happy to serve," I reply.
"I thought you had nothing to do with it?" That from Gimli.
I just grin.
Haldir shakes his head and claps me on the shoulder. "Good luck."
"You, too, beautiful," I reply.
He pauses, glances at me, then shakes his head and walks away.
Legolas is looking at me out of the corner of his eye. "Is there truly nothing that will make you lose your sense of humor?"
I pause and think about that for a second. "Well...a death in the family. Other than that, not much, no. It's what keeps me sane."
Gimli spends a couple of seconds hopping. "You could've picked a better spot," he mutters. Legolas smirks.
Aragorn and Boromir hurry up. Boromir takes up position on the other side of Gimli. Aragorn's just pausing in his big leaderly things to talk to us peons.
"Well, laddie, whatever luck you live by, let's hope it lasts out the night," Gimli says.
"Yeah, no shit," I mutter. You know that old joke, if not for bad luck I wouldn't have any luck at all? Unfortunately, for almost all of my family, it holds all too true. Now do you see why I never think I'm going to live out the day?
"Your friends are with you, Aragorn," Legolas says.
"Let's hope they last out the night," Gimli adds.
"Speaking of right little rays of sunshine," Legolas says softly. I giggle.
Aragorn claps Legolas on the shoulder and moves off. I roll my neck. This is not going to be fun.
Aragorn paces back and forth behind the Elves for a moment. Then he stills and starts to speak. "A Eruchîn, ú-dano i faelas a hyn an uben tanatha le faelas!"
"Show them no mercy, for you shall receive none," I whisper, ignoring the look Legolas gives me. Especially since he knows I don't speak Elvish. I pull my knives, just to feel the comforting weight in my hands.
And now, brought to you courtesy of the Invading Uruk-hai Army, we have the Little Uruk Dance. All they're doing is growling and drooling and shifting and banging their spears on the ground.
And it starts to rain. Fucking beautiful.
Gimli's doing some more hopping on the other side of Legolas. "What's happening out there?"
"Would you like me to describe it to you? Or would you rather I found you a box?"
The two of them grin at each other. Male bonding at it's best.
If they were human, I would roll my eyes and mutter "MEN!"
I watch as an arrow flies out and takes one of the Uruks in the neck. Finally. One thing I really hate to do is wait.
They roar and charge.
Oh, shit.
TBC...
Chapter 19
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I KNEW it was going to rain. I just knew it.
All the Men and Elves are lining the battlements. I'm standing in between Legolas and some random Elf. Gimli's on the other side of Legolas, grumbling. Surprise, surprise.
Haldir's striding along, making sure all of his Men...um, Elves... People? Yeah, people. Making sure all of his people are in place. He stops to speak to us for a moment. "Let us hope we can defeat these beasts. 'Tis truly a vast force."
"Right little ray of sunshine, aren't you?" I ask sarcastically.
"Well, I DO like to be cheerful," he shoots back.
"Yeah, yeah, yeah. What took you so long to get here, anyway? Did you walk real slow?" I ask. I figure I can dig into him and all he'll do is dish back. He's a pretty cool guy, if you look past the seemingly super-glued-on arrogant expression.
"Perhaps it simply took me a while to find my clothes," he returns easily, leaning on his bow.
I giggle. "I had nothing to do with that. It was SO Merry & Pippin."
"Riiight. That's why you were laughing so hard," Legolas interjects dryly.
I mock-glare at him. "I didn't say it wasn't funny. I mean, how often do you see an Elf run through 'Lorien wearing nothing but a towel?"
"It was not funny," Haldir snaps.
"Celeborn thought it was funny." Which is true. I didn't think I would EVER see an Elf-Lord lose his composure like that.
"My Lord has odd notions," Haldir says dryly. "My Lady found it most amusing as well."
"Always happy to serve," I reply.
"I thought you had nothing to do with it?" That from Gimli.
I just grin.
Haldir shakes his head and claps me on the shoulder. "Good luck."
"You, too, beautiful," I reply.
He pauses, glances at me, then shakes his head and walks away.
Legolas is looking at me out of the corner of his eye. "Is there truly nothing that will make you lose your sense of humor?"
I pause and think about that for a second. "Well...a death in the family. Other than that, not much, no. It's what keeps me sane."
Gimli spends a couple of seconds hopping. "You could've picked a better spot," he mutters. Legolas smirks.
Aragorn and Boromir hurry up. Boromir takes up position on the other side of Gimli. Aragorn's just pausing in his big leaderly things to talk to us peons.
"Well, laddie, whatever luck you live by, let's hope it lasts out the night," Gimli says.
"Yeah, no shit," I mutter. You know that old joke, if not for bad luck I wouldn't have any luck at all? Unfortunately, for almost all of my family, it holds all too true. Now do you see why I never think I'm going to live out the day?
"Your friends are with you, Aragorn," Legolas says.
"Let's hope they last out the night," Gimli adds.
"Speaking of right little rays of sunshine," Legolas says softly. I giggle.
Aragorn claps Legolas on the shoulder and moves off. I roll my neck. This is not going to be fun.
Aragorn paces back and forth behind the Elves for a moment. Then he stills and starts to speak. "A Eruchîn, ú-dano i faelas a hyn an uben tanatha le faelas!"
"Show them no mercy, for you shall receive none," I whisper, ignoring the look Legolas gives me. Especially since he knows I don't speak Elvish. I pull my knives, just to feel the comforting weight in my hands.
And now, brought to you courtesy of the Invading Uruk-hai Army, we have the Little Uruk Dance. All they're doing is growling and drooling and shifting and banging their spears on the ground.
And it starts to rain. Fucking beautiful.
Gimli's doing some more hopping on the other side of Legolas. "What's happening out there?"
"Would you like me to describe it to you? Or would you rather I found you a box?"
The two of them grin at each other. Male bonding at it's best.
If they were human, I would roll my eyes and mutter "MEN!"
I watch as an arrow flies out and takes one of the Uruks in the neck. Finally. One thing I really hate to do is wait.
They roar and charge.
Oh, shit.
TBC...