"Consanguinity" for dreamflower02 (DDE 2013)
Title: Consanguinity
Author: gardnerhill
Fandom: LOTR
Characters: Legolas & Gimli
Rating: G
Warning: None.
Word Count: 250
Summary: "Friendship is born at that moment when one person says to another: ‘What! You too? I thought I was the only one.' " (C.S. Lewis)
Author's Notes: For dreamflower02, who wished something Tolkienish. The prompt I used for her story is in the summary.
The King of Greenwood greeted the Lord of Moria with all proper protocol and ceremony observed, their respective courtiers solemn and dignified.
Then, and only then, did the two members of the Fellowship speak to each other.
“A hunt?” Legolas said, smiling.
Gimli grinned all over his face. “I’d love one, Master Elf! A bloody proper one, too!”
With no further words they dashed off into the heart of the wood, axe and bow out.
The other Elves of the court stared after them in astonishment, still holding the King’s horses. “My Lord?” ventured one young Dwarf in the visiting entourage, long after his own King had disappeared from sight.
***
At dusk both were exhausted, filthy with sweat and blood, and laughing; a mountain of brown bear fur lay between them, testimony to their day’s work.
“Elessar is a King like no other.” Legolas skinned a rabbit with one flick of his knife and tossed the cleaned, beheaded carcase to the Dwarf, who was sharpening stakes for their cookfire. “This land has not seen such peace and prosperity since the Second Age.” He took up the second rabbit and dressed it as quickly.
“Aye,” Gimli rumbled, never looking away from his stake-sharpening as he reached out and caught the other cleaned rabbit one-handed. “It sometimes gets too peaceful and quiet for the likes of us these days, Master Elf, doesn’t it?”
Legolas exhaled. “Much as they love these woods, my people will never understand that as you do. My friend.”
Author: gardnerhill
Fandom: LOTR
Characters: Legolas & Gimli
Rating: G
Warning: None.
Word Count: 250
Summary: "Friendship is born at that moment when one person says to another: ‘What! You too? I thought I was the only one.' " (C.S. Lewis)
Author's Notes: For dreamflower02, who wished something Tolkienish. The prompt I used for her story is in the summary.
The King of Greenwood greeted the Lord of Moria with all proper protocol and ceremony observed, their respective courtiers solemn and dignified.
Then, and only then, did the two members of the Fellowship speak to each other.
“A hunt?” Legolas said, smiling.
Gimli grinned all over his face. “I’d love one, Master Elf! A bloody proper one, too!”
With no further words they dashed off into the heart of the wood, axe and bow out.
The other Elves of the court stared after them in astonishment, still holding the King’s horses. “My Lord?” ventured one young Dwarf in the visiting entourage, long after his own King had disappeared from sight.
***
At dusk both were exhausted, filthy with sweat and blood, and laughing; a mountain of brown bear fur lay between them, testimony to their day’s work.
“Elessar is a King like no other.” Legolas skinned a rabbit with one flick of his knife and tossed the cleaned, beheaded carcase to the Dwarf, who was sharpening stakes for their cookfire. “This land has not seen such peace and prosperity since the Second Age.” He took up the second rabbit and dressed it as quickly.
“Aye,” Gimli rumbled, never looking away from his stake-sharpening as he reached out and caught the other cleaned rabbit one-handed. “It sometimes gets too peaceful and quiet for the likes of us these days, Master Elf, doesn’t it?”
Legolas exhaled. “Much as they love these woods, my people will never understand that as you do. My friend.”