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Wednesday, March 11, 2009

Chapter 6

Ok, my dear proof reader friend has dropped out. The poor thing has way too much to do. So your help is needed. Please, share what you like, dislike, or think needs to be changed. Your comments are greatly appreciated. Thanks!



Chapter 6

Something was not right. Something was in fact, very wrong. Gimli watched in confusion as Legolas slammed into a rather heavy set Dwarf (sending the creature sprawling on his backside) without so much as a pause. The Elf didn’t even glance behind, but instead pushed and shoved his way wildly through the crowd like a hunted animal attempting to escape the jaws of its pursuer. Having learned much during the course of their friendship, there was one thing Gimli knew to be absolute truth: Legolas ran from no one.

Something was definitely wrong.

“Legolas!” Gimli called, but the Elf paid no heed. He barely dodged a chair that suddenly blocked his path and rushed out of the Hall. Confusion and concern mingled together in Gimli’s mind as his friend disappeared from view.

It was then he noticed Kori.

The flustered looking Dwarf seemed to be following the path of mayhem that Legolas had left behind. Then he too slipped into the passageway beyond. Gimli growled fiercely and stormed towards the Hall doors. Behind he heard Barn yelling for his lord to enforce justice upon his sluggard kitchen hands. But at that particular moment in time, the Lord of Aglarond was not interested in drunken servers.

Fueled by worry and frustration, Gimli rounded the last table and barged through the large wooden doors of the Hall. Quickly he glanced down the passageway to his right, but seeing nothing looked to the left.

Just in time to see his Elven friend fall heavily to the ground.

“LEGOLAS!” Gimli ran forward as fast as his rather limited stride could carry him. He knocked Kori aside in his worried haste, sending the black bearded Dwarf reeling. Gimli knelt as best as he could beside the insensible Elf. Legolas lay sprawled on his stomach, his blue eyes hidden behind closed lids. That fact in and of itself caused Gimli concern. Only once before had he ever witnessed an Elf with its eyes shut.

That Elf had been dead.

As gently as he knew how, Gimli swatted Legolas’s face several times, all the while calling his name. The Dwarf hoped for some small response, anything that would bring his friend out of this strange stupor. His efforts went without reward.

“Oh, great Aulё,” Gimli whispered, his emotions teetering between extreme annoyance and panic. He leaned back and looked over the Elf. There was no wound, no bruise, nothing that would physically cause such a state of complete oblivion. Legolas had made it very clear on several occasions that Elves did not succumb to the illnesses that Men were prone to surrender to. But he had also said that the Firstborn could become subject to poisoning…

A thought crept suddenly upon him, and as it took hold, Gimli turned blazing eyes upon the form of Kori, who stood to the side of the hallway observing the scene.

“YOU,” Gimli rose to his feet and stalked menacingly towards his overseer. His eyebrows were furrowed so low that you could hardly see his dark orbs. “YOU did this. Somehow, someway, it was you.”

“There you go pointing fingers at your own people,” Kori growled. “I did no such thing. I hardly laid a finger on him, and when I did, it was to keep him from falling over himself like a blundering idiot. I have never seen a creature so drunk in my entire life!”

“Drunk?!” Gimli bellowed. “Drunk?!" The Dwarf lord could not believe his ears. "Let me bestow on you a little information about our guest, Master Kori. You are the first and last to ever hear of this, but that Elf bested me in a contest of consumption. ME! Not only that, but even after downing 12 pints of ale in one sitting he still did not show a single sign of intoxication. I, on the other hand, was out cold for the rest of the evening. Now, you’re going to stand there and tell me that he got drunk in little less than five minutes time?!”

“I can’t explain it any other way,” Kori replied, ever the picture of indifference. “He leapt up from the table just after a toast and started blabbering on about how he ‘had to go’ and knocked his chair over and started running like there were goblins after him. What else am I to think? He had an awfully strange look about him, I thought. I know nothing of Elven ways, but he acted as if he’d had too much than was good for him.”

“That’s not it,” Gimli growled. “I know for a fact that’s not it.” He paused for a moment, his gaze boring into Kori’s unrelenting eyes. Finally, he hissed, “What did you put in his drink?”

Kori tensed subtly for a fraction of a second, but the action came and went so suddenly that one had to be looking for it to see it. “Nothing harmful, if that’s what you’re thinking.”

“What did you put in it?!” Gimli pressed, his ire rising.

“Well, Master Gimli, I meant no true harm in the joke,” began Kori a little sheepishly, “but I thought his beer might…well…need a bit of flavoring. It was only in fun, Gimli-”

“OUT WITH IT!”

"Salt! It was salt. It was obvious to me that he was trying to stay within protocol. Princes usually do, and Elf princes even more than most, or so they say. So I thought it might be amusing to watch him down a mug of salted beer in an attempt to keep from offending anyone by not finishing the whole thing. I slipped a rather large bit in his mug before it was filled. The mineral is harmless, master. Everyone knows that.”

“It was not beer, you imbecile,” Gimli almost moaned. All was revealing itself and he finally understood what the trouble was. Or at least he guessed what it was.

“It was water,” came a voice. Gimli whirled and lost some of the stern edge to his glare. Legolas had come-to. Slowly, the Elf pulled himself into a kneeling position. He put a firm hand to his chest as if it pained him. Gimli opened his mouth to speak and was about to step forward when he was interrupted.

“This was meant in jest, Master Kori?”

“Indeed it was, Master Legolas,” replied the Dwarf in question. “I would never have even given it a thought if I had known about the--reaction it has caused. What was all of that? That is, if you don’t mind my inquiring about it.”

The Elf slowly slid down into a sitting position. His jaw muscles were tight and bulging as he contemplated his response. Or was it caused by pain from some unknown hurt?

“It is…” Legolas began, his face stern and grim, “a sort of malady among my kindred. The sea is a wonderful and terrible power to the Elves. To see, hear, or taste of it is as the tormenting of a lover long separated from the embrace of his love. It is too great a longing…and it can be harmful.”

“I ask your sincerest pardon,” Kori replied remorsefully enough, “and I pray you will forgive me. Dwarves, as you know, are not very learned in the ways of your people.” He bowed deeply and his beard drug across the floor for a moment as he righted himself.

Legolas was long silent, locking his piercing gaze with Kori’s dark one. His hard face told nothing of what he had decided was held within the other one’s stare. But after a moment he suddenly replied, “It is well, Master Kori.”

“My thanks,” Kori replied, bowing low once more. Gimli humphed and shook his head at the stooped form of the overseer, but his attention soon turned to his friend.

“You don’t look well at all, laddie,” Gimli sighed, stepping forward to help the Elf to his feet. He held out a hardened hand and was angered at how heavily his friend leaned upon him for support. The moment he stood, weariness began overtaking Legolas rather dramatically; his face drained of what little color he had regained and he swayed a little. But even as his strength dwindled his hard expression did not falter.

“All is well, Gimli,” Legolas replied. Gimli snorted. “I wish to return to my chamber, if I am allowed to take my leave.”

“By all means,” said Kori. “You look very unwell, Master Legolas. If you like, I can see that things are looked after while you escort the Elf back to his rooms, my lord.”

“No escort is needed,” Legolas replied firmly, despite the slight tremble in his voice. “I am no child that requires looking after.”

“It is not that,” Kori began, but Gimli put up a hand.

“As you wish, Legolas,” he replied with a warning look. “But don’t be angry with me if I come and see to it that you’ve made it to your room.”

“No, Gimli,” Legolas stated. “Your concern is appreciated, but unfounded. I assure you, all will be well by the morning. Rest is what I seek, and rest I will not get if you are continually peeping in your head at me like a mother hen. Let me be.”

Gimli looked up at his friend. The princeling Elf, despite his presently weakened state, stood firmly; the subtle power within him was still evident, even in his current circumstances. Ever the picture of decorum, Gimli thought to himself. Blasted, stubborn, prideful, son of a—

“So be it, then,” Gimli muttered aloud. Then, beneath his breath he added, “I hope you trip.”

“Would you like the honors of seeing to it yourself, or would you like Kori here to stick his foot out for you?” Legolas asked, obviously amused in spite of his efforts to conceal it.

He caught that, of course, Gimli mentally growled. Blasted Elf.

“Your eyes swear more than your lips,” Legolas said, as if in answer to the Dwarf lord’s thoughts. He offered a sort of half-grin and nodded graciously. “A good night to both of you. If I may take my leave…”

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As soon as the door had shut securely behind him, Legolas slid along its length to the floor. Never had he felt, in all his long years, this utterly exhausted. Not after the Battle of Five armies, not even after the final battle that freed Middle-earth from Sauron's hold. He wondered, half amused, if he could drag himself the six feet it took to get to his bed. Even then, he wasn’t sure he’d have the will to pull himself into the pallet once he made it there. Legolas let out a long, defeated sigh.

Absently, he scooped a handful of leaves from the floor of the chamber and let them sift through his fingers. The foliage fell from his digits and floated softly to the ground once more. Presently, only one, small, green leaf remained. Gently, he took it between two fingers and examined it. The tender greenery smelled still of the tree from which it had fallen, a sweet, wooden odor that lingered in the nose. The scent was welcoming and calming to the wounded soul of the Elf, and the Sea’s eager grip on his heart lessened. It took his thoughts far from the roar of the waves and back under the boughs of the forest once more.

His mind’s eye slipped beneath the canopy of greens and browns, and it seemed to him that he could once more hear the voice of the woods. The trees greeted him as he passed, asked him questions, whispered warnings, and sang softly in the tongue only the Eldar and the Ents could distinguish. A stag called to his dame and together they fled along unseen paths into deeper thickets. A songbird flew above, its music mingling with that of the trees in a wondrous melody that stirred the heart of any being, mortal or immortal. The sun’s warming light found its way through the maze of leaves and branches and delighted itself to kiss the Elf’s cold cheek. It was here, in this realm of beauty, where his heart had belonged.

Legolas Greenleaf long under tree: In joy thou hast lived. Beware of the Sea! If thou hearest the cry of the gull on the shore, thy heart shall then rest in the forest no more…

The Lady’s words whispered in his mind as he slowly faded from the conscious world and into the Elven realm of sleep. Although his mind’s eyes wandered still beneath the rustling boughs of the woods, the sun’s soothing embrace was abruptly sundered by a sudden shadow looming behind him. He tried to turn, but could not. Instead he felt a spray and swallowing up all other sounds was another. A roaring…

5 comments:

Anonymous said...

AWESOME AWESOME AWESOME!!
I love the "Would you like the honors of doing it yourself, or would you have Kori here stick his foot out?" :)
The ONE thing I would change is when you call Legolas's fingers 'digits' it just sounds wierd. :) I would say fingers. :D
But other than that, it is THE BEST!1!!

Shelby said...

Wow, that was good. I didn't really see anything that should be changed...well, I agree with Earwen--digits sounds a little weird. But it is fresh and unexpected, so it could pass.

Your story has made me like Legolas again. After the movies, Orlando Bloom just ruined him for me.

~Just*Flinn~ said...

:0

I liked Orlando as Legolas! :D But
then again, I saw Leggy in the book and the movie as two different people. I like both versions, myself. Thanks for the comments! I REALLY need them, since my BETA is out.

Anonymous said...

Hey, that was pretty good! I agree with everyone else on the digits thing. but it was pretty good! Yeah, I agree, Legolas in the Book and in the Movie were too seperate characters. And i like them both!
Are you planning on publishing?
~Awel~

Shelby said...

Yeah, I see them as completely different characters, too. I think that Aragorn is my favorite character in the Fellowship of the Ring, though.