Disclaimer: Nothing is mine. Tolkien owns the world! Happy now...?
A.N.: I felt so bad for making Legolas sleep this long (not that he was complaining...), so I have deceided to give him a cheary wake- up call... enjoy! And, as usual, read & review!
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A week later found the two youngest hobbits joking in the elf- prince's room. Gandalf always told them that their pranks can awaken the dead in horror, and they decided to test the theory. After all, if they could wake the dead, sure they could do no less for someone who was just too close to it for comfort, right?
"And you fell rolling down the hill!" came Merry's laughter, soon followed by Pippin's indignant "Well, his dogs chased me! What would you have me do? It was either I trip or drop the mushrooms!" This time, Merry's laughter was accompanied by another, bell- like sound. Surprised, he stopped laughing and turned his head to the bed along with Pippin.
Legolas kept laughing as color slowly returned to his face. "Legolas!" was the hobbits' simultaneous shout of joy and relief. He slowly opened his eyes, smiling, and said "What?" as if he was not unconscious for more than a week.
"How long have you been awake?" Merry asked, while Pippin skedaddled to inform whoever he met that the elf was finally awake, and just as important – if not more so – joking.
"Just long enough to hear your cousin's peculiar priorities." came the amused answer. "Why peculiar?" the young hobbit asked, genuinely stunned.
Whatever the archer was about to reply was not to be said though, as the door banged open, and in entered a dwarf. "Just typical, elf!" he said, the bellow sounding suspiciously teary "waking up when I ain't here! Not to mention saying not a word on such a beautiful – and helpful – piece of jewelry! Who is the craftsman?"
A twinkle shone in his eye at the thought of it being a dwarf, and Legolas laughed again and sat up. "As loath as I am to disappoint you my friend, 'twas nature and elves." was the elf's only answer. "Meaning?" Just then, the rest of the fellowship entered as well, all looking just as relived as the dwarf did when first he entered the room.
"How are you doing?" Aragorn asked, sitting on the bed near his friend. "Quite well, to be honest." He sounded a little surprised at the realization. Then he added "I suppose you are all as curious as the dwarf though, aside for maybe Mithrandir."
"Even I do not know the complete story," said the Istar "but are you well enough to tell it?"
"I believe I am" he answered, and began his story.