Dire Needs: Chapter Three
Author's Note: Sorry this is a really short chapter. The next one will be longer and more interesting, I promise!
Another Author's Note: Due to a review that I got, i think I should make something perfectly clear: I said I don't mind constructive critism, and I don't. I don't care if someone doesn't like my fic. You just don't have to read it or review it. But people who don't like my fic better not insult me in their reviews if they give one. It is not fair. The person who insulted me said I should "do everyone a favor and stop writing this crap." Sorry, but that's not just insulting me, that's insulting other people who *do* like my fic. If I get another review like that, I am not gonna take it. From anyone. Is that understood to all you flamers out there?
For all other notes: See previous chapters.
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Chapter Three: Half-blind Shots and Love at First Sight
Elrond and Gandalf were still at the table when the others arrived. They ate and talked about the party that would be held that night. Arwen and Glorfindel were overseeing the decorating. The party would be held outside, not far from the dwellings of Rivendell.
When breakfast was done, they started talking about what they should do. The hobbits wanted to help with the decorating. Gimli wanted to sharpen his ax. Aragorn wanted to sharpen his sword. Eldarion wanted to practice fighting.
Finally, they settled on the archery range. Aragorn and Eldarion were teaching the others how to shoot. They had a hard time; the bows were practically taller than Gimli and the hobbits.
"Yes!" Merry shouted. After several tries, he finally managed to hit the target.
"Not bad, Merry," Pippin said. "And it's very close to the center, too."
"Try holding the bow straighter," a voice said behind them. "At least it works for me."
Elladan and Elrohir walked into the clearing, sulking.
"What's the matter, Elladan?" Pippin asked. "And what do you mean, it works for you?"
"Elrohir and I were beaten at an archery competition. We're the best shooters in Rivendell, until half-blind Mirkwood elves show up. How can you shoot straight when you hold your bow crooked?"
"Maybe they're simply better than you two," Aragorn said. "And . . . were you beaten by Legolas and Harathiel?"
"Yes, you nit-wit," Elladan snapped. "What other half-blind elves from Mirkwood do you know?"
*TWANG* The sound of a bow plucking was heard a split-second beforean arrow passed by, Elladan's face, barely missing his nose. He gave a yelp and stumbled to the left, falling into a conveniently placed lake.
Legolas and Harathiel emerged from behind a tree. "Half-blind, are we? If we were half-blind, your nose would be in the lake instead of you," Legolas teased.
Elladan pulled himself out of the lake. "You . . . you . . ." he spluttered. "I am going to kill you, Green Ears!" he exclaimed, and ran towards Legolas, who took off.
"Why did Elladan call Legolas Green Ears?" Merry asked.
"Because that's Legolas' nickname," Harathiel replied. "Now, if you don't mind, I think I should go stop Elladan from turning Legolas into a crooked orc." With that she left.
During their whole conversation, Eldarion only stared. He never saw Harathiel before, but was glad he did. To him, she was beautiful. More beautiful than any elf maiden there could ever be. Suddenly, Eldarion couldn't wait for the party tonight.
TBC
Yes, it's short. But there'll be more soon, and hopefully it'll be a "wow!" kinda chapter. ;)
Author's Note: Sorry this is a really short chapter. The next one will be longer and more interesting, I promise!
Another Author's Note: Due to a review that I got, i think I should make something perfectly clear: I said I don't mind constructive critism, and I don't. I don't care if someone doesn't like my fic. You just don't have to read it or review it. But people who don't like my fic better not insult me in their reviews if they give one. It is not fair. The person who insulted me said I should "do everyone a favor and stop writing this crap." Sorry, but that's not just insulting me, that's insulting other people who *do* like my fic. If I get another review like that, I am not gonna take it. From anyone. Is that understood to all you flamers out there?
For all other notes: See previous chapters.
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Chapter Three: Half-blind Shots and Love at First Sight
Elrond and Gandalf were still at the table when the others arrived. They ate and talked about the party that would be held that night. Arwen and Glorfindel were overseeing the decorating. The party would be held outside, not far from the dwellings of Rivendell.
When breakfast was done, they started talking about what they should do. The hobbits wanted to help with the decorating. Gimli wanted to sharpen his ax. Aragorn wanted to sharpen his sword. Eldarion wanted to practice fighting.
Finally, they settled on the archery range. Aragorn and Eldarion were teaching the others how to shoot. They had a hard time; the bows were practically taller than Gimli and the hobbits.
"Yes!" Merry shouted. After several tries, he finally managed to hit the target.
"Not bad, Merry," Pippin said. "And it's very close to the center, too."
"Try holding the bow straighter," a voice said behind them. "At least it works for me."
Elladan and Elrohir walked into the clearing, sulking.
"What's the matter, Elladan?" Pippin asked. "And what do you mean, it works for you?"
"Elrohir and I were beaten at an archery competition. We're the best shooters in Rivendell, until half-blind Mirkwood elves show up. How can you shoot straight when you hold your bow crooked?"
"Maybe they're simply better than you two," Aragorn said. "And . . . were you beaten by Legolas and Harathiel?"
"Yes, you nit-wit," Elladan snapped. "What other half-blind elves from Mirkwood do you know?"
*TWANG* The sound of a bow plucking was heard a split-second beforean arrow passed by, Elladan's face, barely missing his nose. He gave a yelp and stumbled to the left, falling into a conveniently placed lake.
Legolas and Harathiel emerged from behind a tree. "Half-blind, are we? If we were half-blind, your nose would be in the lake instead of you," Legolas teased.
Elladan pulled himself out of the lake. "You . . . you . . ." he spluttered. "I am going to kill you, Green Ears!" he exclaimed, and ran towards Legolas, who took off.
"Why did Elladan call Legolas Green Ears?" Merry asked.
"Because that's Legolas' nickname," Harathiel replied. "Now, if you don't mind, I think I should go stop Elladan from turning Legolas into a crooked orc." With that she left.
During their whole conversation, Eldarion only stared. He never saw Harathiel before, but was glad he did. To him, she was beautiful. More beautiful than any elf maiden there could ever be. Suddenly, Eldarion couldn't wait for the party tonight.
TBC
Yes, it's short. But there'll be more soon, and hopefully it'll be a "wow!" kinda chapter. ;)