Gimli looked rather green as he leaned over the edge of the ship that Legolas had fondly named "The Fellowship", after having crafted it with no pattern to follow, nor any help. The elf had slaved away for months, receiving close to several thousand splinters. Legolas, in his elven arrogance, would comment that none except Cirdan could surpass his skill, at which Gimli would laugh most uproariously. To summarize, Legolas had built a boat and they were on their way to the Undying Lands. Gimli had yet to come to terms with the fact he was being given a gift that none had received before.

The elf was a ways away to Gimli's left as the contents of the poor dwarf's breakfast came out. To say the least, it didn't taste half as good coming back up as it had going down. He used the rag he had brought with him to wipe his mouth and made a mental note to burn it. He cleared his throat and looked away from the water that slapped against the sides of the boat and turned his attention to the dark-haired elf who appeared at his side suddenly.

"Feeling better, Master Dwarf?" Legolas' eyes twinkled with mirth and mischief as he asked an otherwise innocent, concerned question.

"Of course. A dwarf is always well. Except on a horse, which I still have yet to pay you back for!" Gimli huffed. "But I am alright, Master Elf. Be glad of that fact." He said with warning in his voice.

"Indeed I am. I should have known that your kind would never be comfortable above ground, let alone on a ship." He said mildly, dodging the swipe that Gimli aimed at him. "I thank Eru for many things, but I have been lacking in thanking him for my superior reflexes."

"I'll show you superior reflexes." Gimli muttered underneath his breath.

Legolas decided that discretion was the better part of valor and ignored that comment. His pride stung and he quickly wiped it from his face. "So, Master Dwarf, excited about seeing the eternal home of my people?"

"Not if it means being around your foolish kind for the rest of my life!"

"That truly stings, Master Dwarf." The prince laid a hand to his heart in mock grief.

"Good."

Legolas grinned. "But anyway, I am excited. You shall meet my family and Nátulcien." He mentioned, his grin growing at the mention of a… female name?

Gimli blinked. "Who is Nátulcien?" He asked incredulously. "A sister?"

Legolas looked as if he was in bliss at the very thought. "Nay! Nay, she is… well, she isn't my wife." He said bitterly. "But she is very dear to me."

Gimli simply blinked, allowing the elf to continue.

"We were relatively close before I left, more like friends. I still remember her face as it was nearing my departure. Silver tears fell from her brown eyes that were emblazoned with fear. She forced an oath from me that I would return to her." He was then silent, remembering the moment as it played before his eyes.

Gimli nodded, rocking back and forth. He had seen many sides to his friend over the years, and this was the one he disliked the most. The arrogance, he could easily deal with, but this sentimental look that was frozen on his face as if stricken by one of love's arrows he could not. He felt increasingly uncomfortable and had nothing to say.

"I will be enjoying this last length of the journey with you, elvellon." Legolas grinned broadly, though it was more of a smirk that Gimli knew well.