"Gimli, I'm really sure it's not that bad, you've been in boats before…"
"Last time I was in a boat, we were on a river, not an ocean! Rivers you can survive, but are we even sure oceans have a bottom?" Gimli looked as if a horrible epiphany had stricken him, and he stared with renewed horror at the beautifully crafted boat and the vast ocean upon which it sat.
Legolas sighed. "Really now. We discussed this all the way here, I thought you had come to your senses! Apparently I was wrong."
"Well then, let's just leave him here!" Thranduil called over his shoulder as he flounced past his son and the dwarf beside him.
Gimli glared resentfully at the Elvenking. "Dwarves are made for land, not water, laddie," he grumbled.
"Quite right!" Thranduil called from the dock.
"You've said that a thousand times, Gimli," Legolas muttered, also glaring at his father, who was now haughtily observing the ship.
"Hmmph."
"LET'S THINK OF ME TOO!" The two friends shared exasperated glances as Thranduil shouted to them. "YOU'RE ASKING ME TO SPEND SEVERAL WEEKS IN THE PRESENCE OF THAT… THING! I'D ALMOST RATHER STAY HERE! BUT IF HE STAYS, IT WILL SAVE ME THE TROUBLE OF GOING ALL THE WAY BACK TO THE GREENWOOD!" Thranduil finished with a flip of his hair and a swish of his robes as he resumed his observation of the ship.
"That's it."
"Gimli, really-"
"I'm goin' just to spite 'im!" Gimli picked up his sack and his ax and stomped up to the ship.
Legolas grinned, before realizing what hell would be awaiting him.
He looked over his shoulder. Maybe he should escape while nobody was looking…
A/N: Warning: Due to long weekend of horse shows while sick, Rousdower has developed the 'Strange Absence Plus Everything She Posts May Be Sub-Par and Strange' syndrome, please forgive her. She also is sorry for not replying to the reviews. Let its be known that they were appreciated. For those who read her other stories, she has a poll up if you wish to check it out.
Credit for this mostly goes to the Esteemed Wunderkind4006. Many thanks for the idea.