Post by Admin on Jan 2, 2021 23:41:27 GMT
Author: Elwen_of_the_hidden_valley
I don’t own a thing. It all belongs to JRR Tolkien, except the goldfish pond. This is a non profit fanfic written for the teitho challenge, ‘waiting’.
Rating - Gen
Legolas smiled as Aragorn patted his pockets for the tobacco pouch that could clearly be seen upon the bench at his side. He continued to watch in some amusement as, having reached the end of his pockets, his friend methodically began the search once more. Never having understood the enjoyment mortals gained from the noxious smelling pipeweed, Legolas considered it fortunate that the bowl on this particular pipe was quite small, for Aragorn had refilled it at least five times whilst they had been sitting together in the late afternoon sun.
It was Gimli who sighed and eventually waved the pouch beneath Aragorn’s nose. “That’s the third time you’ve lost this today, laddie. Your body is here but where’s your head?”
Aragorn accepted the pouch with a grimace but no comment and began to pack his pipe once more.
They sat within the walled garden of the Citadel, one of the few within this fortress city of Minas Tirith. Legolas’ laughter blended seamlessly with the birdsong around them. “His head is leagues away in the valley of Imladris, Master Dwarf, seeking the whereabouts of the lady of that realm.”
“I should have known there would be a female involved,” Gimli replied with a pull on his own pipe.
Aragorn interjected, a little peevishly. “I am still sitting here, you know.”
“So Gimli just pointed out. It is the whereabouts of you mind that we question. For one dreadful moment this morning I thought you were going to appoint my father’s envoy Prince of Ithilien and send Lord Faramir to my father with your thanks and good wishes.”
Even Aragorn chuckled. “That would have been interesting. Although I would like you to bring some of your people to Ithilien at some point, if you are still willing.”
“I had not forgotten and will do so gladly, once I have my father’s permission. And, by the way, my father’s envoy brought other news.” Here Legolas paused with a smile.
“Well?” Aragorn tilted his head in query. “You smile overmuch this evening. I find it quite disconcerting.”
Legolas continued to smile. “He said that he passed a party of riders travelling down the west bank of the Anduin. He remarked upon it for it is many years since he saw the Lord of Imladris moving beyond his own borders to travel abroad in the land.”
Aragorn leaned forward, his pipe forgotten in the light of this news. “Elrond was among them? And what of Arwen?” His eager expression drew into a suspicious frown. “And just when were you going to tell me this?”
“Believe it or not, I was going to tell you when we sat down. But I was enjoying watching you too much. And yes, the lady was with them.” He permitted His Majesty to push the royal elven shoulder in mock anger.
Suddenly the king was in full control of his head once more. “When will they arrive do you think? A large party will not travel as quickly as one envoy. And no doubt they will wish to visit Lorien and the lady’s grandparents, as it is on their way. They must have set out upon the day of my coronation to have reached Anduin so soon. I wonder how they came by the news so quickly.”
Legolas jumped in as soon as there was a gap in his friend’s musing. “I suspect the eagles may have taken word, or perhaps the Lady Galadriel had some hand in it,” he offered.
“Aye. She’s a canny lady, as wise as she is beautiful,” added Gimli with a sigh.
“Oh, now do not go misplacing your head too, my friend. I cannot deal with two lovesick calves.” Legolas offered Gimli a stern glance, although laughter tugged at the corners of his lips.
Gimli spluttered. “The Lady is bound to another. I am no mooning calf. Mine is a courtly love only.”
“Peace, Gimli,” Legolas raised both hands in placation. “I would not wish to imply otherwise.”
“Enough, gentlemen.” Aragorn exploded into action, pacing to and fro on his long legs. “Give me peace to think.”
Gimli took another puff on his pipe and Legolas subsided into amused silence as Aragorn began to think aloud once more. “If they travel swiftly, from Anduin they could arrive within five or even four weeks.”
Legolas drew back as Aragorn’s face loomed suddenly in front of him. “When and where did your envoy say he saw the party?”
Legolas was silent for a long moment, apparently considering the question, and then he burst into laughter. “I cannot do this any longer. It is too painful to watch.” Finally he mastered his amusement. “My father’s envoy advised me that Lord Elrond and his daughter will be arriving at the gates of Minas Tirith upon the eve of midsummer.”
“You have kept that from me for all this time? You have sat for the best part of a day and watched me fret and worry?” Aragorn’s eyes narrowed and he threw aside his pipe.
“You’d best run, Master Elf. Tis not wise to withhold such important news from a prospective bridegroom,” offered Gimli as he settled in to watch the fun.
This was one occasion when an elf accepted advice from a dwarf without question. Legolas took to his heels with some alacrity and the King of the West abandoned all dignity to pursue him for several circuits about the goldfish pond.
END
I don’t own a thing. It all belongs to JRR Tolkien, except the goldfish pond. This is a non profit fanfic written for the teitho challenge, ‘waiting’.
Rating - Gen
Legolas smiled as Aragorn patted his pockets for the tobacco pouch that could clearly be seen upon the bench at his side. He continued to watch in some amusement as, having reached the end of his pockets, his friend methodically began the search once more. Never having understood the enjoyment mortals gained from the noxious smelling pipeweed, Legolas considered it fortunate that the bowl on this particular pipe was quite small, for Aragorn had refilled it at least five times whilst they had been sitting together in the late afternoon sun.
It was Gimli who sighed and eventually waved the pouch beneath Aragorn’s nose. “That’s the third time you’ve lost this today, laddie. Your body is here but where’s your head?”
Aragorn accepted the pouch with a grimace but no comment and began to pack his pipe once more.
They sat within the walled garden of the Citadel, one of the few within this fortress city of Minas Tirith. Legolas’ laughter blended seamlessly with the birdsong around them. “His head is leagues away in the valley of Imladris, Master Dwarf, seeking the whereabouts of the lady of that realm.”
“I should have known there would be a female involved,” Gimli replied with a pull on his own pipe.
Aragorn interjected, a little peevishly. “I am still sitting here, you know.”
“So Gimli just pointed out. It is the whereabouts of you mind that we question. For one dreadful moment this morning I thought you were going to appoint my father’s envoy Prince of Ithilien and send Lord Faramir to my father with your thanks and good wishes.”
Even Aragorn chuckled. “That would have been interesting. Although I would like you to bring some of your people to Ithilien at some point, if you are still willing.”
“I had not forgotten and will do so gladly, once I have my father’s permission. And, by the way, my father’s envoy brought other news.” Here Legolas paused with a smile.
“Well?” Aragorn tilted his head in query. “You smile overmuch this evening. I find it quite disconcerting.”
Legolas continued to smile. “He said that he passed a party of riders travelling down the west bank of the Anduin. He remarked upon it for it is many years since he saw the Lord of Imladris moving beyond his own borders to travel abroad in the land.”
Aragorn leaned forward, his pipe forgotten in the light of this news. “Elrond was among them? And what of Arwen?” His eager expression drew into a suspicious frown. “And just when were you going to tell me this?”
“Believe it or not, I was going to tell you when we sat down. But I was enjoying watching you too much. And yes, the lady was with them.” He permitted His Majesty to push the royal elven shoulder in mock anger.
Suddenly the king was in full control of his head once more. “When will they arrive do you think? A large party will not travel as quickly as one envoy. And no doubt they will wish to visit Lorien and the lady’s grandparents, as it is on their way. They must have set out upon the day of my coronation to have reached Anduin so soon. I wonder how they came by the news so quickly.”
Legolas jumped in as soon as there was a gap in his friend’s musing. “I suspect the eagles may have taken word, or perhaps the Lady Galadriel had some hand in it,” he offered.
“Aye. She’s a canny lady, as wise as she is beautiful,” added Gimli with a sigh.
“Oh, now do not go misplacing your head too, my friend. I cannot deal with two lovesick calves.” Legolas offered Gimli a stern glance, although laughter tugged at the corners of his lips.
Gimli spluttered. “The Lady is bound to another. I am no mooning calf. Mine is a courtly love only.”
“Peace, Gimli,” Legolas raised both hands in placation. “I would not wish to imply otherwise.”
“Enough, gentlemen.” Aragorn exploded into action, pacing to and fro on his long legs. “Give me peace to think.”
Gimli took another puff on his pipe and Legolas subsided into amused silence as Aragorn began to think aloud once more. “If they travel swiftly, from Anduin they could arrive within five or even four weeks.”
Legolas drew back as Aragorn’s face loomed suddenly in front of him. “When and where did your envoy say he saw the party?”
Legolas was silent for a long moment, apparently considering the question, and then he burst into laughter. “I cannot do this any longer. It is too painful to watch.” Finally he mastered his amusement. “My father’s envoy advised me that Lord Elrond and his daughter will be arriving at the gates of Minas Tirith upon the eve of midsummer.”
“You have kept that from me for all this time? You have sat for the best part of a day and watched me fret and worry?” Aragorn’s eyes narrowed and he threw aside his pipe.
“You’d best run, Master Elf. Tis not wise to withhold such important news from a prospective bridegroom,” offered Gimli as he settled in to watch the fun.
This was one occasion when an elf accepted advice from a dwarf without question. Legolas took to his heels with some alacrity and the King of the West abandoned all dignity to pursue him for several circuits about the goldfish pond.
END