LOTR Aftermath Story
Chapter 3
Azaelia Foxburr of Hobbiton: I am basing this story off of the movie and in it, it shows Legolas sleeping, and when Sauron dies you see that a large number of the orcs flee and are not killed. Hope that cleared it up a bit :)
Legolas woke up early in the morning with the sun barely showing on the horizon. He sat up and rubbed his eyes. He looked over to where his weapons were and instantly started to panic. All of his weapons, except for his bow, were missing. He looked over at Gimli and noticed that his axe was also missing. He charged out of the cave, anger bubbling up inside of him, "Seva!" He heard a rustling behind him, "What, elf boy?" He turned around and saw Seva standing next to a pile of sharpened weapons. She smiled and tossed his daggers at him, "Here. I also sharpened your arrows." He caught the daggers and examined the shiny, sharp blades. "I thought you had stolen them," he mumbled as he put his daggers away. "I was thinking about it. Especially since it seems you look cutest when your angry and pouty," she smirked and flopped down, letting her legs dangle over the cave's opening. He looked away from her, desperately trying to hide his blushing face, which was even more obvious since he was so freaking pale. "Ugh...Why did you let me drink hard ale last night stupid elf!?" Gimli groaned as he sat up, rubbing his aching forehead. "I wouldn't dare get between you and your ale. I would like you keep my head attached to my body, stupid dwarf," Legolas retorted. Seva smiled and put her head between her legs, looking into the cave, "Why good morning, cutie!" Gimli looked at her with a shocked expression, "Excuse me? Did I hear you right?" She smiled at him, "If you heard me call you cute, then yes you heard me right." He felt his face get hot, well hotter since he had a hangover fever, but it was impossible to see his blush since his face was so tan and half hidden by his beard, "W-well. Th-thats very kind of you." She pouted and looked back up at Legolas, "I would have also said good morning to you, but sadly you were to busy accusing me of stealing your stuff." Legolas glared at her, "You admitted to wanting to steal it. Twice." She yawned, which seemed to surprise her. "Are you tired? When was the last time you slept?" Legolas asked, concern showing in his voice. "I'm not sure. I usually don't yawn, though. That's new," she answered, wide-eyed. He stared at her with his eyebrow raised in question, "You don't yawn?" She shook her head, "Nope. I usually sleep every three days or so, but I guess I lost track when those orcs started following me. They were too cowardice to face me until a few days later, but I stayed up all night until then to make sure that they didn't suddenly get a burst of courage and decide to kill me in my sleep." Gimli crawled out of the cave and flopped down on his face in the grass. "Hows that dirt tasting?" Legolas teased. "Go die in a hole," Gimli grunted. Seva laughed and started digging through her pack again. "What are you looking for now?" Legolas asked as he tried to sneak a peak of the contents of the mysterious bag. She pulled out something wrapped in felt and handed it to him, "Jerky. I stole it from, again, the elf wizard. It might be magical, so be careful. Although, I've been eating it for awhile and I haven't sprouted wings or something like that yet." Gimli turned his head to stare at Legolas as he took the jerky, "Can I have some?" Legolas picked out a piece and tossed it at Gimli; furthermore the jerky landed right on the side of his face, making both Seva and Legolas burst out laughing. "Oh ha ha," Gimli mocked as he snatched the jerky and bit into it.