A Day in the Snow

Written By:Crazy Wizard Lover
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The green-clad elf ran smoothly between the trees; his feet barely touching the snow, leaving no trace that he’d ever been there. He knew who was chasing him and what would happen if he was caught, and he wasn’t about to just stand there and take it.

Suddenly something cold and wet hit him hard in the side of the head.

Whirling around he saw a tall, young human standing between two pine trees, packing snow between his gloves.

“Wow, Legolas, you run slower than a slug and stumble more than a troll with one leg,” the human laughed as he lobbed another snowball in the elf’s direction.

Legolas ducked. “Well, Aragorn, I’m, not the one who snores and talks in his sleep. And at least when I stumble, I do it more gracefully than you could ever dream. You are like a troll with half a leg!” he retorted with a grin.

“Oh yeah? Well you….” Aragorn was cut off by Legolas’ carefully aimed snowball.

The human brushed the snow from his face and bent down to grab more snow, but was tackled by Legolas and both fell to the ground laughing.

“And what might you be doing?”

The two friends looked up to see King Thranduil standing over them smiling.

“We were just playing with the snow Adar,” Legolas told his father. He demonstrated by shoving a handful of the cold, white stuff in Aragorn’s face.

“Clearly,” Thranduil replied dryly, “You were supposed to wait for Lord Elrond, Elladan, and Elrohir to arrive before coming out, but…”

“Sorry, Adar, I honestly forgot,” Legolas said sadly.

“I know… but you know this can’t go unpunished,” the King said thoughtfully.

Legolas looked down, but was shocked when a snowball hit his head. He looked up at his father who just motioned toward the tall pines.

“Elladan and Elrohir,” Aragorn muttered angrily. He also had gotten hit by a wad of snow.

The twins both peaked around the trees, snickered, and then took off in the direction of Thranduil’s stronghold; Legolas and Aragorn jumping up and following in hot pursuit.

Thranduil shook his head and sighed as he watched the foursome running off between the trees. Just another mischief filled day, he thought, smiling to himself.

Legolas' Love

Written By:xVampirexBunnyx
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Legolas sat on a bench in Rivendell waiting for Elrond. Elves busied themselves around him, preparing for the big feast to welcome King Aragorn and Queen Arwen. He pondered getting up to help but quickly banished the idea upon seeing Elrond approach.

“My Lord,” he bowed.

“Master Greenleaf,” Elrond replied with a slight bow of his head. “I believe you were the last one to hear from my daughter and son in law. What exactly did Arwen say?”

Legolas cleared his throat and began to recite a paragraph of the letter he had already told the lord, “Arwen wrote, I hope you are well and please tell my father that Aragorn and I have a surprise for him. I’m sorry my Lord that is all she said.” He turned at the sound of someone clearing their throat to his left.

A beautiful elf tried to hide a smile as she looked at Elrond. “My Lord, your daughter has arrived with her husband,” she giggled a little and smiled at Legolas. Elrond turned to go but she lay a small hand on his arm. “Be prepared for a surprise my Lord as it is a little shocking at first.” She stifled another giggle and watched the elf Lord go.

“So what is so surprising about Arwen?” He asked a small smile playing at the edge of his lips. This time the female elf smiled outright.

“She is with child,” she beamed. Legolas grinned.

“May I escort you to the welcoming ceremony?” He asked holding out his arm.

“Yes you may, Legolas Greenleaf.”

Misplaced Trust

Written By: Legolas Fanatic
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Chapter 1: Distressing news

Legolas cursed under his breath as he turned yet another corner. It had become incredibly monotonous, jog down a corridor, turn, jog down another corridor, turn. At least there was not too far to go now.

“Amin hiraetha [I’m sorry]” Legolas muttered as he had to dodge yet another elf. He didn’t pause, only continued to make his way to the next corner.

The fair elf almost cried in joy as he finally laid eyes upon his father’s meeting room. He did not yet know why he had been summoned but by the urgency the messenger possessed he could summarize that his father was unnerved.

Legolas moved to the door and rapped his knuckles against the smooth wood twice. Within moments his father’s voice sounded on the other side of the door. “Enter.”

“Ada [Father]” Legolas said as he opened the door and strode into the room. He was greeted by the sight of his father sitting in a large high-backed chair. Across from the king, behind his desk, sat three elves.

Aluer, a fierce female warrior, was the one closest to the door. She was a fair-haired elf with pale blue eyes. Legolas recognized her from the training grounds; she was quite frequently honing her skills. She was clad in brown leggings and a dark green tunic with a khaki over-shirt. Her hair was tied in a long flowing braid down her back.

As Legolas entered she smiled at him comfortingly even though he could see the distress in her eyes. She was one of his father’s Lieutenants so for her to be here, the discussion would have to revolve around battle.

Next to her sat King Thranduil’s trusted Captain, Oliner, whom Legolas had associated with on few occasions. His light brown hair was held back with two warrior braids, very similar to Legolas’ own hair style. He wore a placid green tunic with black leggings. He inclined his head slightly at the prince’s presence before returning his gaze to Thranduil.

The last elf Legolas gazed at was unfamiliar. The elf had ebony hair and wore a white cloak. He didn’t appear as high-ranked as the other elves, holding himself in a submissive manner. The elf continued to gaze at the floor, avoiding eye contact with everyone.

“Ion nin [My son]” Thranduil greeted his son before gesturing to an empty seat beside the unknown elf.

“Now that Legolas is present, we can begin our discussion” Thranduil began, leaning forward. “As it so happens, I have been reported some uneasy news.”

“Hir nin [My Lord], I recommend that this discussion be kept confidential” Oliner suggested, shooting a quick glance at Legolas.

“Uma [Yes]” the king replied before continuing with his talk.

“I received news not more than three hours ago that an elf had been spotted communing with an Yrch [Orc], not too far from Mirkwood. A patrol was fortunate enough to spot this traitor but not subdue him.” Thranduil sighed and clasped his hands as the news sunk into his audience.

“But why would an elf communicate with an orc. An orc would not even tolerate one of the firstborn’s presence, let alone make a deal with one” Aluer shifted gracefully in her seat.

“We do not yet know if it was a deal that was being discussed” Thranduil said, “the elf was not caught so all we know is that for some unknown reason, orcs are within close range of Mirkwood and have a contact on the inside.”

“Was not a description of the traitorous elf cataloged?” Oliner asked confidently, as if that very question would stave off impending doom.

“No, they wore a cloak. We cannot even say whether they are male or female.” Thranduil turned to his son, raising his eyebrows in question of Legolas’ opinion.

Legolas felt unnerved by this information. He could think of no reason why an elf would willingly commune with an orc. He did not even want to think about how dangerous this could prove to be for Mirkwood. “We should keep a closer eye on the gates; make sure everyone who enters and leaves is properly recorded.”

“That could prove to be a painful mistake” Oliner objected.

“How so?” Legolas asked, annoyed at the captain for trying to prove him wrong.

“It is possible that the offender has another way of exiting Mirkwood and if we monitor the gates with more guards, we will be leaving other areas open and alerting the traitor to the fact that we are taking measures to catch them. They will be more careful. We can’t afford to expend all our resources.” Oliner sat back in his seat, smiling at the prince with only a hint of smugness.

“What do you suggest then?” Legolas did not even try to keep the impatience from his voice.

“We should mount a small military defense and hunt down the orcs before they have a chance to cause any trouble” Oliner drawled as if it were obvious.

“We have no idea where the orcs are situated, it could be days of searching” Legolas countered.

“But then the threat would be eliminated. I mean, we could always wait till the orcs come to us?” Oliner sneered at the prince.

“Or we could just go straight to them and save them the trouble” the elven prince replied icily.

“Dina [Be silent]” Thranduil stood, placing his hands on the table and halting the discussion almost immediately. “We are here to discuss this issue formerly. Now, can you please stop acting like a pair of elflings and be serious.”

“Of course” Oliner bowed his head respectfully.

“Uma, Ada [Yes, Father]” Legolas inclined his head slightly.

“Now, Aluer, do you have anything to add to this conversation?” Thranduil turned to the Lieutenant who had been ignored in the argument between Legolas and Oliner.

“No, my king.” The fair she-elf glanced at Legolas and Oliner with a tiny trace of amusement in her eyes.

“Very well” the king sighed, “I believe that Oliner is heading in the right direction with an idea.”

“Ada [Father], taking action against the orcs will expend our resources faster than if we were to increase security. Besides, we have no idea as to how many orcs are in the forest. There could be hundreds.” Legolas felt like shaking his father he was so frustrated.

“We could always check with the patrols when they return to see if orcs have been spotted” Thranduil looked at his son, “we must take the offensive, ion nin [my son].”

“Even if it means killing all of our elven warriors! We have no idea what is waiting for us, it could be a trap.” Legolas glowered at his father angrily.

“No!” Thranduil looked imploringly at his son, begging him to understand. “As Oliner said before, we could send out a small scout. If we only send a few, we won’t deplete our warriors and they have a higher chance of avoiding the attention of orcs.”

“And a higher chance of not returning” the prince muttered darkly.

“Ion nin, saes, [my son, please] why do you disagree with this plan of action so strongly?” The elven king asked his son, begging him silently to not be so stubborn.

“Ta naa neuma! [It is a trap!]” Legolas stood and shook his head disbelievingly at his father’s ignorance. “Lle rangwa amin? [Do you understand me?]”

“Uma, ion nin [Yes, my son]” Thranduil sighed and glanced at the other elves. “Legolas, I beg you to see reason. This way, we discover the number of orcs and keep most of our warriors within Mirkwood. We need to do something.”

Legolas shook his head, convinced they were doing the wrong thing. “Fine Ada [Father], I concede. King knows best.”

Thranduil smiled sadly at his son before turning to the other elves. “Tomorrow, a scout of thirty elves will be sent out into the forest to search for the orc party.”

“Ya auta yeste′? [Who is leading]” Aluer asked, satisfied that a decision had finally been reached.

Oliner spoke up before anyone else could answer, “Who better to lead a small army than the prince himself?”

“Me?” Legolas scowled at the captain. He was beginning to develop a deep contempt for his father’s trusted friend.

“Yes, my prince, with you there the warriors will be encouraged. Due to them being few in number, they will need something to boost their spirits.” Oliner smiled as the prince’s scowl deepened.

“Now you want me to lead this suicide mission?” Legolas eyed the captain disdainfully. He was really beginning to dislike the elf.

“You will both go” Thranduil ordered swiftly, before either elf could object. “Tomorrow afternoon you will head into the depths of Mirkwood with your escort of thirty and eliminate the threat.”

Legolas had no problem with giving his life for his people but he viewed this mission as unnecessary. He was even more irked by the fact that Captain Oliner would be there. He would try to build a friendship with the fellow elf but he was not sure Oliner even had any respect for him.

“Manka lle merna [If you wish]” Legolas said emotionlessly.

“What shall I do, my king?” Aluer asked.

“I shall need you here to help keep order amongst the other warriors. We will need to mount some sort of defense.” The king stood and gestured to the door for them to leave.

“Legolas, I wish for you to remain.” Thranduil said as he saw his son heading for the door. “You too, Aradul.”

Legolas’ curiousity was spiked as the ebony-haired elf returned to his seat. The elf had not spoken throughout the entire conversation regarding the orcs.

“Ada? [Father?]” Legolas raised an eyebrow in question.

“Legolas, I am sorry how that discussion went –” Thranduil began.

“No, Ada [Father], it is okay. I understand.” Legolas lied. He did not understand but he knew he wouldn’t be able to sway his father on the matter. “Ya naa Tanya? [Who is that?]” The prince gestured to the raven-haired elf.

Thranduil gazed at his son, trying to read his expression but failed. Legolas was too good at hiding his emotions. “That is Aradul. He is a messenger from Rivendell.”

At the mention of his name Aradul stood and bowed deeply to Legolas. “Saesa omentien lle, hir nin. [Pleasure meeting you, my lord].”

“Mae govannen, voronwer. [Well met, loyal one].” Legolas replied as the elf straightened.

“Aradul arrived before the meeting with a message for you. I decided that, since he is from Rivendell and therefore cannot be the traitor, he could stay throughout the discussion. Aradul, report what has transpired this evening to Lord Elrond upon your return to Rivendell but remember, it is confidential to everyone else.” Thranduil smiled at the messenger who flushed and nodded.

“A message for me?” Legolas asked as Aradul handed him an envelope. He broke the seal and read the note quickly as he recognized the handwriting:

Prince Legolas Greenleaf, Thranduilion [Son of Thranduil]

I am missing you dearly mellon nin [my friend] and it has been many moons since I last saw you. Therefore, I am traveling to Mirkwood and this letter is merely to let you know that I will arrive soon.

I look forward to seeing you again,

Aragorn

Legolas read the letter twice more to be sure that he hadn’t missed a word. Aragorn was coming! He was thrilled.

“Ada, Estel will be here soon. May he come with us on the scout?” The prince asked, almost singing with joy.

“If you want, ion nin [my son]. I will postpone the scout until he arrives” Thranduil replied, happy to see a smile lighting up his sons’ face. If it helped to boost the prince’s spirits, he would wait for as long as it took for the human ranger to arrive.

“Hannon lle Ada, Aradul [Thank you Father, Aradul]” Legolas called as he almost skipped from the room.

Even if he was depressed about the way the meeting had ended, Legolas felt more confidant that they would be able to succeed if they had some Hope.

A Clumsy Serenade

Written by: Lady-Roisin
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Legolas shook his head as he listened to Eldarion ramble on about the maiden he was courting. Yes, everything was about Lady Aeariel of Dol Amroth. Even the moon and the stars could not compare to his lady’s beauty. It was true; the crown Prince of the Reunited Kingdom was in love. Eldarion was in a most agreeable mood, especially since Prince Imrahil brought his granddaughter along. Arwen caught wind of Eldarion’s affections for the maiden, and it was easy enough for her to request the company of the young lady of Dol Amroth. No one would think anything of it. Eldarion seemed over the moon ever since the party from the coastal city arrived.

“Did you hear her sing tonight at the feast?” Eldarion rambled on with a wide smile upon his face. “Her voice is simply exquisite.”

Legolas laughed as he shook his head. “I’m sure she has a lovely voice, but I couldn’t quite hear her with all the praise you have endlessly poured upon her since her arrival here.”

Eldarion scowled at the Elf’s jest. He tossed a small pebble at the nearby pond. Elf and man watched as the tiny stone skipped across the surface.

“I should do something for her this night to show my affection. But I do not know what.”

Legolas smirked. “You could recite a poem for her? I have been told most maidens fancy such things. I’m sure your Lady Aeariel is no exception.”

“That is a wonderful idea, Legolas!” Eldarion perked up again, but a frown quickly crossed his face. “But alas, I do not have much talent in writing poetry. I doubt I could come up with an impromptu poem. Even if I could, I’m sure once I saw her face; I would forget everything I wanted to say!”

“But a great deal of what you have said is poetry. You’ve compared your beloved to the stars, the moon, among many other things.” Legolas smiled. “I think you already know what to say to her.”

Eldarion stood from his seat upon the bench and began to pace. “I know what we can do!” Eldarion exclaimed once he stopped. Legolas raised a brow in question.

“What is this we business you speak of? She is your lady love, not mine.”

“Yes, but I need your help.” Eldarion gave his friend a pleading look. “Please, Legolas, you know I would do the same for you if you ever asked it of me.”

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Aeariel peered over the top of her book as she sat in bed reading well into the evening. It was a rather captivating tale. Only the sound of pebbles hitting her window managed to draw her attention away. She sighed as she placed down her book and got up from the bed. Aeariel had to laugh when she saw Eldarion standing below her small balcony.

The Prince smiled as his beloved alighted from her chambers. Her long chestnut curls flowed freely over her shoulders and back, just the way Eldarion admired them the most.

“What are you doing out there at this hour?” The maiden asked as she laughed. The moonlight revealed the amused flush that came to her cheeks. Legolas could see it from his hiding place near the bushes. It was clear to him that Eldarion was not the only one who was utterly smitten.

Eldarion looked towards Legolas before he looked back up at Aeariel. “I’ve come to speak praise to the one who has so moved me.”

Aeariel flushed an even brighter shade of pink as she leaned her arms upon the balcony. “Is that so?”

“Get down on one knee first!” Legolas hissed from the bushes. “Maidens find it more romantic.”

Eldarion turned his head towards his friend before he cleared his throat in an awkward manner. The Prince descended to one knee as he flashed Aeariel the most confident smile he could manage. He began to recite the words that Legolas fed to him from his hiding place. The Elf merely reiterated the things he had heard Eldarion say throughout the night. They didn’t need any tweaking, they were perfect the way they were.

Even though he tried to hold it back, Legolas began to laugh silently. He wasn’t laughing at Eldarion, but rather the situation. The Prince knew what he wanted to say, and he should just say it. There was a wide smile on Aeariel’s face, despite all the slip ups, and the clumsy formulation of the sentences. She was more than content to simply have Eldarion look her way, and it didn’t entirely matter that he wasn’t yet a master of poetry. Legolas longed to come out of his hiding place and explain that to his friend, but he would not embarrass Eldarion any more than he already seemed to be.

Legolas noticed Eldarion fumbling for words. Legolas cleared his throat as he regained his composure as he fed Eldarion another line he heard the Prince say that night.

“And your hair carries the scent of summer flowers.”

The last two words were slightly obscured as the laughter threatened to resurface again. Eldarion looked towards the bushes, just as Legolas instructed him not to do. There was a confused look upon the Prince’s face.

“And your hair…It carries the scent of sulfur powder.”

Legolas cringed while Aeariel’s eyes went wide.

“What?” The maiden exclaimed. Legolas dared to look up. Oddly there was a humored look upon the lady’s face. Aeariel leaned over the balcony slightly as she scanned the gardens.

“Is there someone else out there with you?”

“No!” Eldarion exclaimed. He cleared his throat as he rose back onto his feet. “It’s just me. But I have something I wish to ask of you. Would you come down?” Eldarion noticed the stone trellis that ran up along the wall.

“No, wait!” Eldarion called out as he held up a hand. “I shall come up to you!”

Both Aeariel and Legolas watched wide eyed from their respective places as Aragorn’s son climbed the trellis. A bit of his Elvish heritage certainly came in handy for such a stunt. Eldarion smiled gallantly at his lady as he leapt down onto her balcony. At least that part went much better than the poetry. Aeariel seemed thoroughly impressed. The maiden stepped forward and rewarded Eldarion with a kiss.

“So what is it you wanted to ask me?”

Eldarion grinned as he reached into his tunic pocket to remove a trinket. He withdrew his hand as he held the Ring of Barahir. His mother knew of her son’s plans, and entrusted the ancient treasure of the household to him for this very occasion. Aeariel admired the intricate ring as Eldarion took her hand and began to speak.

“This is the Ring of Barahir. It has belonged to many of my father’s ancestors. He gave it to my mother when they plighted their troth many years ago.”

The maiden’s eyes went wide as she watched the Prince get down on one knee for the second time that night. Except this time Eldarion did not have more awkward poetry.

“I would be the happiest man in all of Arda if you would do me the honor of being my wife.”

Happy tears filled Aeariel’s eyes as Eldarion slipped the ring upon her hand. She nodded as she released a jubilant yes. Eldarion’s face lit up and he stood up to scoop his beloved into his arms. Their laughter must have stirred others from their sleep. Aeariel gasped when she heard her lady call out her name from within the room. Eldarion jumped back over the balcony to make his escape. The couple shared a brief goodnight kiss before Eldarion began to descend the trellis.

Unfortunately, Eldarion should have paid more attention to his footing than Aeariel’s face as she peered over the balcony. Eldarion was near to the ground when he made a misstep. Aeariel gasped as she watched the prince tumble into the bushes.

“Eldarion!”

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Aragorn shook his head as he examined his son’s ankle. “Well, thankfully it’s not broken. But it’s quite the nasty sprain.”

Both Aeariel and Legolas sighed with relief. Legolas had managed to rescue Eldarion from the bushes while Aeariel ran to get the King. Aragorn wrapped Eldarion’s ankle with strong bandages.

“You’re lucky that’s all it is, especially after a fall like that. You’ll have to stay off of it for awhile until it heals.”

“It sounds like you’ll live.” Aeariel teased. “I should go.”

Aragorn watched with a raised brow as Aeariel reached out to touch the side of Eldarion’s face. He couldn’t help but noticed the ring upon the maiden’s hand as the couple shared a parting glance. Aragorn began to understand the missing pieces of the stories. The King could not help but smile as the Elf and maiden left the room.

“I think I know why you were climbing upon the trellis, ion nín. I hope it was worth the effort.”

Eldarion held a smug grin upon his face. “She said yes, so I would say so.”

Aragorn laughed as his smile widened. “That is wonderful, ion nín!” The King shook his head as he chuckled again. “I should be thankful there were no trellises on Cerin Amroth, or I might have done the same all those years ago.”

The King stood from his seat and patted his son upon the shoulder. “Just promise me next time that you’ll use the stairs.”

Aragorn the Awful My Hero

Written by: rosethorn59
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The Pure, blonde, crystal-blue eyed Elf, Legolas, woke up in darkness. It smelled awful,

the walls were covered in muck. He was chained to a wall, tortured, and yelled, “help, they’re being mean to me - rescue me Aragorn! Hurry up! Where is that lazy Ranger, anyway? Probably sitting outside the castle by the moat relaxing and having a smoke.”

“Uh, what was I here for again?” Aragorn asked himself as he took another puff on his pipe. “Oh, yeah, to save that lazy, no good Elf. Well, I suppose I should get off my butt and go get him.” So Aragorn busted down the door with his mighty sword, ran around in the dungeons, heard Legolas screaming, told him to shut up, and then rescued him; but he made Legolas carry all their gear because Aragorn had lost the horses.

“You lazy tree-hugger,” he said to Legolas, “hurry up. Don’t keep me waiting all day.”

“But I’m injured Aragorn. I can barely even walk much less carry anything!”

“You are such a whiner, Legolas, deal with it! And I am not carrying you or that stuff. So forget that. Whenever we get to where we are going wherever that is…I’ll take the gear. Oh, and don’t bleed all over my stuff.”

“But aren’t you going to take care of my injuries and heal me and offer me comfort?”

"What? I don’t think so. I get tired of looking after you and I don’t feel like it right now. Maybe when we get wherever, I’ll let you look after your own injuries, yourself.”

“O.K., Aragorn, you’re my hero!”

The End

Lord of the Twilight Zone

Written by: GrimsClockwork
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Chapter 1: You are about to enter…

Legolas stood alone in a very dark room, or was it a room? It was pitch black except for pin-prick holes of light that where spread all around him like stars. There didn’t seem to be any walls, or even a floor. Then in front of him an odd stationary white shape appeared. As he looked closely at it the thing first rotated slowly clockwise, then began to twist and spin on the spot. At this point Legolas realized that the shape was a door. As the door came to rest infront of him a loud clear male voice rang out.

“You unlock this door with the key of imagination.”

Legolas looked frantically around and saw no one. He felt a strange force pulling him through the now open door.

“Beyond it is another dimension.”

He was pulled through the door and was suddenly face to face with a rectangular window.

“A dimension of sound”

The window shattered as though hit with a sledge hammer and then vanished.

“A Dimension of sight”

A round white eye with blue irises and long eyelashes opened out of the darkness staring at him.

“A Demension of mind”

The eye vanished and the equation “E=MC² appeared in front of him, as well as a strange doll and a ticking clock.

“A land of shadow and substance, of things and ideas, you have just entered…”

“Legolas…Legolas…LEGOLAS!!” Aragorn’s voice rang from far away. Legolas snapped awake as suddenly as if Aragorn a slapped him. He sat bolt upright and looked around.

“Are you ok dude?” Aragorn said looking at Legolas.

“Man I just had the weirdest dream. Something about a door and an eye and mind and…” he trailed off.

After staring at his friend for a moment Aragorn said, “Yeah, I think you were eating the wrong kind of mushrooms last night.”

“Shut up!” Legolas said laughing, the distress and feeling of unease that the dream had caused him where quickly fading. “Where’s Gimli?”

“He went to get some water, but that was like an hour ago,” Aragorn said airily. “We should probably go and see what happened to him.”

Aragorn and Legolas made their way to the small river they had slept by the previous night. While they were all very tired from chasing the damn Uruk-Hai, Gimli was the only one bitching about it. He had spent the last few days just whining non stop about how dwarves were natural sprinters and not made for distance running. Legolas had quickly discovered that making Gimli angry seemed to speed him up. So he kept making gay jokes that always seemed to involve Gimli intentionally going slow so he could stare at Legolas’s ass. The pair arrived at the edge of a very small shallow river; the river was located in a small trench that was about 3 feet deep. It was here that they found Gimli frantically struggling to get back on the bank.

“Need some help,” Aragorn called as they approached.

“NO!” Gimli barked as he jumped up to the bank, came up short, and fell backward. Legolas laughed openly and went down to the edge. What made this situation even funnier was the fact that the river was only about 2 feet from bank to the other.

“Come on now,” Legolas said laughing. “You can get out; I mean this ain’t exactly the Mississippi. Check it out, I’m on one side…” he jumped across to the other bank. “I’m on the other side.” He jumped back over, “I’m on the east bank,” He jumped again, “I’m on the west bank.” He then proceeded to straddle the river, with one foot on either side. “It shouldn’t be this hard.”

Gimli roared and lunged at Legolas, who jumped out of the way. In his rage Gimli finally succeeded in getting out, and he chassed after Legolas yelling “When I get my hands on you I’m going to stick a sausage down you throat and stick starving dogs in your butt!”

“Stop Gimli, save your energy, you’re going to need it.” Aragorn said catching hold of Gimli.

“Arg you’re right,” Gimli said, and the three of them set off into the woods that lay before them. It was well into the afternoon before any of them spoke, they couldn’t help but be distracted. Something seemed off, but none of them could quite put their fingers on just what it was. The just seemed to be going in circles, they all felt dizzy, disoriented, and the sun that shown through the trees seemed brighter than usual. They finally stopped in a small clearing and Aragorn tried to get his bearings. But try as he might he just couldn’t.

“Well Tonto,” Gimli said irritably. “Where are we?”

“Shut up would you,” Aragorn snapped back. “I’m trying to think”

That’s when Legolas heard a very strange sound. It sounded like a bird, but unlike any bird Legolas had ever heard. It made a sound that was like a cross between a caw of a crow and the honking of a goose. As it got closer he realized that the bird sounded almost human. Legolas stood transfixed listening closely. The bird suddenly came out of the woods, rounded a tree, walked over to a fallen tree, climbed on top of it and stared at Legolas. The bird had a feathery ostrich shaped head, and a body and legs that looked like the shoulders, chest, and arms of a person.

“Ground control to Major Tom!” Aragorn yelled.

“Huh,” Legolas whipping around to look at him. “Look at that weird bird.”

“What bird?” Aragorn asked curiously.

Legolas turned back around and the bird was gone. “Umm never mind.”

“Come-on lets keep going,” Aragorn said. As they walked on he became aware of the sounds of voices. He motioned to the others to follow, for some reason they were acting like they couldn’t hear the voices. Aragorn got about 500 feet in front of the others, he rounded some trees and stepped into a clearing. There he saw a very pretty brunette woman in a big white dress sitting on a swing, being pushed by a well dressed man who had black slicked back hair and a thin mustache.

“Push me Rhett! Push me!” she said with a southern accent.

“Um excuse me,” Aragon called hesitantly to them.

“Dude who are you talking to?” Legolas said as he and Gimli came up behind him.

Aragon pointed into the empty clearing; he lowered his arm and stared. “I thought I just saw…” Aragorn shook his head a few times and they continued on through the clearing and to the top of a large grassy hill. When they reached the top they looked down and they saw what appeared to be a town. It was a small place located in a clearing surrounded by trees. There was one large main street with 4 or 5 side streets that branched off into the woods. They could see what appeared to be a church at one end and a town hall on the other. There were a few shops and about a few dozen houses scattered about the streets.

“What is that place?” Gimli asked turning to Aragorn.

“I don’t know.” Aragorn said.

Before they could say anymore a small black terrier came running out of the woods behind them, followed by a little girl in a blue checkered dress and pig-tales.

“Toto come back!” she called as she chased after the dog down the hill.

They stared after her, and after a few moments of silence Legolas followed her down the hill. The other two followed in suite. As they approached the odd little place they couldn’t ignore the feeling of foreboding that was creeping up inside of them.

Chapter 2: A nice place to live

Aragorn, Gimli, and Legolas approached the town cautiously as the sun set behind them. There was nothing particularly threatening about the place, in fact if the roof tops of the buildings had been covered in snow the place would have looked like a Christmas card. Even still the fellowship couldn’t shake off the looming sense of dread that they all felt. At long last they reached the main dirt road and started walking into the main part of town. Located at the start of the dirt road was a sign that read, “Classicalreels: A nice place to live.” They soon neared a small house. There were hicks scattered in and around the battered and rundown house. One in the front had a guitar and was absent mindedly strumming notes. As they walked closer the guitar man gave them a small nod and played a chord. The chord was echoed by what sounded like a banjo. The source of the echo was from a young boy standing on the houses porch. The boy was wearing tattered clothes and had extremely small eyes. He echoed the next chord the guitar man played as he sat down on the porch swing. The guitar and banjo continued to play and echo until their music turned into what can only be described as a duel. Legolas watched these events and seemed to be extremely entertained. Gimli and Aragorn however where looking around at the other people present at the house.

“Ok is it me,” Gimli said to Aragorn. “Or are these people the scariest looking hillbillies ever?”

“Yeah talk about genetic deficiencies,” Aragorn said. “Let’s get out of here.” With that he grabbed Legolas’s arm and they walked off.

As they went further down the street into the main part of the town they passed by what appeared to be a tavern. They stopped and looked in the window in front of the tavern and saw something very odd.

“What the hell...?” Gimli said. This pretty much summed up the sight that met their eyes. The interior of the tavern could only be described as trippy. It was oddly designed, everything in it appeared to be rounded, and it was decorated with bright colors and oddly posed naked women mannequins. Directly in front of them sitting on a couch were 4 young men all dressed in white. One of them was looking directly back at them; he had a piercing steely blue stare. The lashes on his right eye seemed longer then on the other. He continued to stair unblinkingly at them.

“OK,” Aragorn said. “I’m ready to get out of here.” The other 2 agreed, and they left the tavern quickly.

The sun was almost completely gone now, and they quickened their pace. They had barley gone a few feet when Legolas walked head long into a man. The man was very thin, had dark hair and looked like he hadn’t slept in weeks.

“Oh excuse me,” Legolas said.

The man lifted his crazy eyes level with Legolas’s and said, “You talkin' to me?”

“Ummm yeah,” Legolas said confused. “Sorry I ran into you.”

The man didn’t seem to hear him and continued as if Legolas hadn’t spoken “You talkin' to me? You talkin' to me? Then who the hell else are you talking... you talking to me? Well I'm the only one here. Who the fuck do you think you're talking to? Oh yeah? OK.”

Aragorn reached for his sword; clearly this weirdo was going to be trouble. But before anything else could be said or done the man slouched off, and as he walked away they could hear him mutter, “I got some bad ideas in my head.”

“Ok that guy was nuts, and I think we should just get out of here before something bad happens.” Legolas said to Aragorn and Gimli, both of whom nodded vigorously, and they continued to make their way out of this place. There was only a sliver of light left in the now deep purple sky. The fellowship walked past a sig street and became aware of some commotion. There was a small crowd on onlookers surrounding 2 figures. One was a man in a suit standing over another man who was standing over another. The man in the suit had his back to them, but they could still hear what he was saying.

“I know what you're thinking, ’Did he fire six shots or only five?’ Well, to tell you the truth, in all this excitement I kind of lost track myself. But being as this is a .44 Magnum, the most powerful handgun in the world, and would blow your head clean off, you've got to ask yourself one question: Do I feel lucky? Well, do ya, punk?”

As one Aragorn, Legolas and Gimli quickened their pace. They had to get out of this oddball place now. They where several yards away from the end of the street and back into the woods when they passed the last side street. Aragorn glanced sideways down it and what he saw made him stop dead in his tracks. He could see a flower shop at the end of the short street. Through the front window he could see a small nerdy looking man pressed against the wall looking terrified. Opposite him, staring him down was a plant; but, it was no ordinary plant. It was as large as several men, it had on giant pod at the end of its vine covered stem. And it just happened to be talking. Its frantic sounding voice rang out through an open door.

“Feed me Seymour!” the plant yelled.

This was the final straw, Legolas Aragorn and Gimli took off running into the woods that lay before them. As they ran they passed a large wooden sign that read, “Thank you for visiting Classicalreels” They ran several yards into the woods before stopping. It was pitch black and an eerie quite had filled the air. They all felt as though they had just awoken from a deep sleep. It was all just too weird; they had to go back for another look. But when they got to the place where the town had stood they found nothing but a clearing. they walked into the center of the clearing and looked around, the land was completely untouched. They looked at each other, shook their heads, and took off in the opposite direction. They didn’t know what had happened. All any of them knew was that they wanted to get as far away from this place as possible. As they ran back towards the woods Legolas tripped over something that was sticking out of the ground. Legolas jumped back to his feet and looked down at that he had tripped over. It was a chunk of wood. Legolas pulled it out of the ground and examined it. The edges where sharp and there where faded letters on it. He couldn’t make out all of the letters, but the ones he could read formed the words “Classic reels.”

“What is it Legolas,” Gimli asked.

“It’s nothing,” Legolas said, “just a piece of wood.” He tossed it aside and followed the other 2 back into the woods. He decided not to tell them it was a piece of the sign they had passed.

Choose Your Battles Wisely

Written by: NiRi's Narrations
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Legolas stood, soaking wet, his face blanked of expression. On the banks of a stream, the other members of the Fellowship all looked at him in shock, eyes wide, waiting for his reaction. A certain ranger had a poorly hidden smirk on his face, and Legolas realized he had two choices: He could be angry, say terrible things and storm off, assuring himself of being endlessly teased by Aragorn. Or, he could let his pride take a hit, and laugh at himself and join in the fun...and still be endlessly teased by his friend. Legolas chose the latter.

Remaining straight-faced, Legolas turned towards the dwarf who had pushed him into the river.

Gimli felt fear race through him as the elf turned to face him. He had taken this too far, Gimli realized. He and Legolas had been at each other since they had met in Rivendell. Neither he or the elf had made an attempt to befriend the other on their quest. Taunting words, ‘accidents’ and other misfortune had been ever present on their journey.

For the first time since their arrival, the whole of their company had allowed themselves the pleasure of some fun. The hobbits had started by splashing each other while washing, eventually pushing each other into the river. Boromir and Aragorn were soon dragged in, as well, despite the water‘s cold temperature. Legolas had stood there watching them play, a smug look on his face, and Gimli couldn’t resist. He had pushed the elf into the river with the others.

Now Gimli was going to get a full dose of the elf’s wrath. Eyes wide, he watched an impish grin spread across Legolas’s face. Then Gimli found himself getting hit with a large splash of water. Legolas then turned toward the others, and grinning widely begin to join the splashing, laughing brightly and calling out “WATER FIGHT!”

They separated into different teams strictly by chance. The four hobbits in the shallows stood together. Aragorn and Boromir stood side by side a bit further out in the stream, shivering, but laughing as they stood knee deep in the river. This left Legolas and Gimli to fend off the others, either on their own, or by teaming up.

They stared at each other a moment, each trying to decide whether they could put all that had gone before behind them. Legolas grinned and bowed, and Gimli could not resist the peace offering. He bowed back with a grin of his own and rushed to join his unlikely teammate, and together they rushed the others

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Legolas sat beside the dwarf next to a roaring fire, enjoying the glares from the others. Over the course of the afternoon, much had changed. He cast a smug smile at Gimli, whose eyes twinkled merrily.

“I still say you cheated,” a hobbit mumbled.

“Nay, Pippin," Gimli replied. "You just learned a valuable lesson today. To face an elf, or a dwarf alone is difficult, but it is utter foolishness to attack them together!”

Legolas smiled at Gimli’s statement. It was true. Together, they had been undefeatable.

From that day on, an unspoken truce was made. During the rest of their stay, Legolas explored the woods, frequently taking Gimli with him. The other members of the Fellowship breathed in relief, thinking there would finally be peace.

But when the journey continued, their verbal sparring continued. It lacked the vehemence from prior to their stay in Lothlórien, but still, Legolas and Gimli enjoyed the battle of words. And as time passed, few would challenge the unlikely friends about the arguing. Any daring to do so found themselves suddenly confronting two strongly allied friends who would defend the other to the death, if need be.

Keeping Watch

Written By:Nienna100
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Sitting, watching, that is all I do now. I watch you, and wish you were mine. That is all I can do now. Once, I think, you did love me. But it did not last long… because that is when she came along. She caught your eye, and she kept it, as I could not, with her bewitching smile, her enchanting eyes…Every time you talked about her, a little part of me died inside. Sitting. Writing these words. Watching you from the corner of my eye. I can move, but I can’t live. You have a life, and Arwen has the life I wanted. She stole it from me, vicious, clawing, behind your back. Her eyes are knowing, cruel, because she knows what I feel for you. She knows, and she is proud to know, for se can use it over me. She can keep control and stop those words spilling from my lips, tumbling as a waterfall.

But I will not have it any longer, Aragorn. It hurts so much just to watch you, to be your friend. You have your heir now, your kingdom is happy. I am not, and – I do not know to… whether to… for sometimes I hope that you are not happy. Not unhappy, but not… happy. Some part of me does not want you to be living in a dream, in a perfection in this Golden Age of Man, because then there is no part of you that loves me, no little part of you that years for me at all, as I ache for you. I want you to be happy with me.

If I was not almost sure you would push me, hate me, never trust me again… then I would seize you this moment and pus my lips to yours… and then, oh then… I hate this imprisonment! My own feelings caught, and trapped, strangled before they even reach my throat.

Why as I picked to have these feelings? I despise them, for they can never be, yet I love them. I see you in the hallway and I can not help but smile, you touch me, you often do, casual touches that would mean nothing to most people, but to me they are a spark that sets my stomach and my heart aflame, until I want to cry out with the folly of it all.

You kissed me once. Do you remember it? You were drunk, so perhaps you do not. That was the best night of my life, that kiss, and then later, you fell asleep with your head on my lap. A rare moment of weakness, but how I treasured it. That image of you, eyes closed, so peaceful, so content in the warmth of my arms. I wanted that every night. I want that every night.

Yet it is never to be, is it?

I give you enough hints, you must know how I feel. Surely you do, surely? But if you do, why do you ignore it so staunchly, stoically. Do you know how every word of affection drives me on, wanting more every minute. You call me ‘mellon nin,’ but it tears me apart inside of having the desired effect, for you call Arwen ‘melda,’ ‘meleth,’ simply ‘my love’. But when mine is the name to slip from yours lips, in that smoke roughened light voice… I melt. Just a little. Not enough for you to see it, but I do.

This is killing me Aragorn, truly it is. If it… will it… were it… All I can do is watch you, and I wish I were someone else. I would fight for you, you must know that I would, but only if there was any chance of you appreciating it and I have to, in this moment, to myself concede that there probably is not. Which is why only the fire will take this letter and devour it. You will never read this. You will never know. And I will remain here, watching you. When the moment comes… if the moment comes… that you realise that you love me, or that there is something there, or that Arwen can not give you what you truly desire, for more than a son, really… Then I will be there. Until then, I will keep watch.