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Legolas:

Legolas only got a short rest from annoying noises. Only a little while after Gimli had smashed all of the exploding bumps on the sheets of what the dwarf had deemed "bubble glass". The irritated elf didn't really care what Gimli called it, he just was glad he could have some peace and quiet now it was gone.

Legolas, Gimli, and Aragorn were sitting on the grassy hillside overlooking the courtyard where the strange black hole had appeared. The black void was about the size of a large hobbit, but nobody could get close to it, because repelled anything that came near to it. Legolas had tried to fight the intense pressure, but it was like trying to wall into a stone wall.

Then the bubble glass had come flying out of it, straight into Elrond's face. Legolas would have paid to see that. Aragorn had told him that the elf had fallen over, trying to peel the material off, because it was starting to suffocate him. Legolas knew it was wrong of him, but he thought that would have been very amusing to witness.

Several more sheets of the material had flown out in quick repetition. Luckily, the hole only threw out a few sheets, or everyone would have had to listen to Gimli popping the bumps of the bubble glass by sitting on them for even longer. Legolas had to admit, seeing the dwarf plopping himself down repeated with explosions of Pop! Pop! Pop! Pop! Pop! Pop! was very amusing to watch.

But Legolas tried not to complain when a loud CRASH! interrupted his peace, and resounded across the courtyard. The three sat up, alert, and saw the cause of the loud noise. A strange, and very colorful object had been shot out the void like an arrow from a bow. They picked themselves up, and he wondered what it could possibly be.

Aragorn:

Aragorn peered down at the strange object. It was carved out of wood. It came to his knees, and it was shaped like a triangle resting on top of a square. It was about the width of his hand.

The bottom section of the object had been carved out, and, there was a hanging oval that was swinging back and forth, back and forth, back and forth. It was very mesmerizing. He wondered who could have enchanted it.

"What sort of elf would enchant a wood chip to swing endlessly?" muttered Gimli, glaring at the strange object. On the smooth face of it, it also had numbers in a circle, and two arrows with different lengths extending from the center of the circle. The number on the very top of the circle was 12. The next number was 1. The numbers went to 11, which was right in front of the 12, finishing the circle.

Legolas was feeling the arrows. Aragorn could tell were made entirely of metal, and oddly, were flat.

"They are blunt," Legolas commented, pulling his hand away.

"Anything else?" Aragorn pushed him, trying to find some explanation of what this object was.

"Yes... Something that disturbs me greatly..."

"What is it?"

"It... well...at least, I cannot sense any magic in it at all!" cried Legolas, rubbing his temples in distress.

Aragorn looked at his elf friend in shock. How could this be?! No magic?!

"How could it possibly move itself?!" cried Aragorn.

"Perhaps, some sort of...mechanism...hidden inside?" Legolas said, but Aragorn could tell his friend was just as clueless as he.

"Well, no matter how it works, what is it supposed to do?" Aragorn said, furrowing his brown in frustration.

Then Gimli, who had walked all around the object, searching for compartments, and mechanisms, cried, "The long arrow has moved!"

Legolas and Aragorn looked at the long arrow, and indeed, it had shifted. Quite a bit, in fact. Aragorn clearly remembered it being aimed at the number 6, and now it was aimed between the numbers 7 and 8.

Legolas looked closely at it, and then at the short arrow as well.

"It is hardly perceptible, but the short arrow has shifted the smallest amount to the right," announced Legolas, bewilderment written clearly on his fair face.

They sat their staring at the object, watching the long arrow move extremely slowly, slower than a snail slides, till it was aimed between the 10 and the 11. Now it was very clear that the short arrow had indeed moved, albeit, not very much at all. Instead of being pointed exactly in the middle of the 3 and the 4, it was pointed almost straight at the 4.

Suddenly, the moment the smaller arrow was pointed at the 4, and the larger arrow pointed at the 12, two seams in the wood popped open, like little door, and a little wooden bird, painted a very bright yellow, was thrust out on a branch. It made an imitation of a bird tweeting. COO-COO! COO-COO! A bell chimed behind the tweets, and then the branch and the bird retreated, and the little doors shut.

They watched the large arrow until it was aimed at the painted 1. It seemed like this was all that was going to happen. Aragorn was getting extremely bored of watching it. He shifted a little, bumping Legolas with his elbow. Legolas didn't even notice, his gaze fixed on the object, and his eyes almost glazed over from boredom. Aragorn was almost to that point, and Gimli had already laid back and shut his eyes, completely giving up on the endeavor. Aragorn sighed, and resigned himself to watching the arrow very, very slowly go in a circle.

Legolas, being an elf, was known for patience, so Aragorn never expected what happened next.

"Enough!" he cried loudly. "This is a waste of time!"

And with that, the elf stood up and walked twenty paces away, and shot an arrow. Legolas' bow sang, and the arrow whistled through the air, almost too fast to perceive. With a loud Thwack! the arrow landed precisely in the middle of the swinging oval. Not that Aragorn would ever think Legolas would miss. Everyone who had ever met the elf, knew that he was the master of all archers. Not one soul in middle earth had more speed and accuracy than the Prince of Mirkwood, and they were envious of it. Aragorn was just content to be his friend. He definitely wanted Legolas on his side in a fight.

Gimli whooped, and clapped loudly. Aragorn allowed a grin, and nodded respectfully. Gimli's loud cry drew Elrond, and he looked at the strange object, and noted the arrow quivering slightly in the swinging oval.

The three explained everything to Elrond. He frowned, and glared pointedly at Legolas, "You were unhappy that the arrows were moving slowly, so you shot it? Is that any way an elf should behave? Elves do not destroy because they are merely unhappy,"

Legolas bowed his head, and muttered an apology. Elrond was about to take the object with him, when Gimli piped up. "Ay, elves aren't destructive for no reason. Neither are dwarves...unless they have deemed a creation useless... Then... they are very destructive,"

Then, with that, Gimli, brought his heavy axe down on it, and wood splinters flew everywhere. Luckily, nobody was hit with the flying shards of wood. Aragorn chuckled merrily, shaking his head at the dwarf's antics, and Legolas threw back his head and gave a loud hoot of laughter. Gimli grinned evilly at Elrond, and the wise elf glared at the dwarf like he was a naughty child, picked up the mostly destroyed object, and stalked out.

The moment he left the room, Legolas and Gimli were on the floor, shaking with laughter. Aragorn couldn't help but join in, and if anyone had been there, they would have witnessed the mighty king of Gondor, laughing like he was but a young child again. Which would have truly been a sight to see!