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hathycolWell, today has been productive. Nice change, really.
Firstly, I think I'm pretty much sorted for tomorrow. I know where I'm meeting![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-syndicated.gif)
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shipperkitten is making the nicest meal on little planet Earth, I've wrapped various presents (admittingly they're about as personal as a doily, but there you go) and I even know what I'm going to wear.
Secondly, I went out and saw Katie and Andrew today. Katie got me a Legolas poster. It is Very Pretty, and it's one of those mosaic ones which is rally quite clever and will give me hours of entertainment trying to work it out. Lord knows where I'm going to put it, mind. ROTK was just... plain... wow. Again. I cried. So did Katie. Andrew merely laughed at us. Don't really blame him. However, the words of the film really struck me this time, especially Aragorn's speech. I was quite close to shouting "RAAAAAH!" and looking for a sword. Slightly worrying, really.
Thirdly, I have Written Fic, and finished it too. It's a little vignette for the scribeoz Winter Wonderland challenge, and it's silly, but I like it. Cos Gimli rocks.
And thats the end of my post. And here is the fic!
Title: Snowfall
Summary: Whilst travelling, a snowstorm hits. Legolas is amused. Gimli is not.
Disclaimer: I own absolutely nothing bar the plot in the fic. Don’t sue me; I’m just having a lot of fun playing in Tolkien’s sandbox. I’ll give it all back when I’ve finished, since I’m making no money from it.
Enjoy. Feedback gratefully accepted and flames will be used to make food. I’m hungry and the microwave is broken.
*/*/*
Gimli stared at the snow, leaning on his axe. “This never bodes well,” he said darkly, his voice rather contrasting with the small flakes of snow stuck in his beard. Legolas looked up, amused.
“You have lived within a mountain for much of your life. What terrors could the chill of snow hold for such a brave warrior?”
Gimli clucked in a manner reminiscent to Legolas of his old nursemaid. “You travelled over Caradhras,” said Gimli. “Snow is rarely a portent of good omen.”
“Nor is it a portent of doom,” argued Legolas. He laughed suddenly, and threw his head back, allowing the flakes to fall over his face and become caught in his eyelashes. “You over-worry.”
“In that you are mistaken, Master Elf!” snapped Gimli. “Come. We should find shelter.”
“And why is that?”
“They say the eyes of the Elves are the sharpest of all in Middle-Earth. Surely you can see the snow? We cannot stay here.”
“It is not a long walk until we reach Rivendell, Gimli,” said Legolas, who in truth enjoyed the snow. It was a rare thing that anything but the heaviest snow reached his home in the Greenwood. “Perhaps two hours at the most, and the snow is not heavy enough to prevent our passage for many hours yet.” Legolas began to walk away, before calling back to Gimli. “And the snow will reach you later than it reaches me!”
Gimli quietly fumed for a moment, before following the downright childish Elf.
*/*/*
Perhaps half an hour later, Legolas and Gimli were stumping along in the snow. They had been travelling from a visit to the Shire to Rivendell, to see Elladan and Elrohir before they journeyed to their own homelands. The weather had been fair, but the year was growing old, and the weather had grown colder with it. This has not concerned an Elf, who barely felt the cold, and a Dwarf who had grown up around the chilly Iron Mountains and later lived in Erebor. However, the heavens had now opened to drown the pair in snow, and Legolas was forced to admit that his airy expectations of light snow had been wrong. Gimli was not allowing him to forget this fact.
“I told you that the snow would not aid us! But no, you had to insist that we travelled.”
“You did not have to follow, Gimli,” said Legolas mildly, not allowing Gimli to see his slowly growing anger.
“And leave you to freeze to your death? I think not.”
“Then what you suggest we do?” snapped Legolas, before regaining his mask of wax-like tranquillity. “I see no shelter.”
Gimli, unexpectedly, smiled. “Ah, but you would not.” He pointed out a distant crop of stones. “Do you see those? There will be a cave there, small but large enough for us to shelter until the snow has died down. With a fire, we can stay warm. This snow will last no more than a day.”
“And how do you know, pray tell?”
“I am a Dwarf,” said Gimli simply. “Asking an Elf to understand the earth and rock is like asking a Hobbit to comprehend putting cinnamon in the wrong cake. Now come, Legolas, we need to cover for the night or else we will grow too cold, and the way becomes impossible in this… blizzard.”
Legolas decided it was probably best not to say anything, and instead followed Gimli to the distant outcrop of rocks. Much to his surprise, there was a small cave within the outcrop, large enough for both of them to shelter in some comfort. However, one problem still remained. “And how do you suggest that we light a fire? The ground is sodden.”
“Ah, but the cave’s floor is not! What happened to 'oft hope is born when all is forlorn'?”
“It was snowed on,” mumbled Legolas, before setting his pack down. “Very well. What do you need me to do?”
“Very little,” assured Gimli. “I have some wood in my pack after first sighting the snow. Once that is lit, we need only to add to it. Could you get some more firewood?”
“Very well,” said Legolas. “I will be back shortly.” Gimli nodded, before settling down with his tinderbox and the small pile of dry wood, surrounded by crisp leaves that looked a little like a red bird’s feathers on they had fallen off.
As Legolas walked on onto the snow, his keen eyes searching for any pieces of wood, he felt slightly bitter than he could not have aided more. He had far more experience, after all, but Gimli at least seemed to know what he spoke of. There had to be some manner with which to equal the pair…
Legolas suddenly smiled, and renewed his search for wood.
*/*/*
Back in the cave, Gimli had managed to set up a small blaze, and now he only awaited the arrival of the Elf. On cue, the silhouette of Legolas appeared in the swirling flurries of snow, carrying a fairly weighty load of wood. “By Mahal’s beard, you have outdone yourself!” called out Gimli.
“Could you come and assist me?” called back Legolas. “Evidently I have not the sharp eyes of a Dwarf for finding a small hole in a rock.”
Gimli suddenly smiled. He recognised that tone of voice. The Elf was stung at his expertise, and wished to somehow equal out the balance once more. Not this time, Master Elf, he thought before going to assist Legolas with his load, his mind furiously working how he would manoeuvre the Elf into the position he wished.
As he reached Legolas, the Elf suddenly swerved and dropped some of his wood. “Could you pick that up, Gimli?”
“Certainly,” said Gimli in a neutral tone, making out as though he was going to pick up the wood. Legolas stood still, seemingly waiting for Gimli, and only a close observer- or friend- could have picked up the subtle manner in which his standing changed. Gimli was both, and as such shifted appropriately. As he stood up and took a step forward, he neatly sidestepped Legolas’ outstretched leg and instead toppled the Elf into a snowdrift, his wood splashing into the ground around him. It was only now that Gimli laughed, leaving Legolas where he was, before striding back to the cave.
“There are certain matters that you do not argue with a Dwarf on!” Gimli called triumphantly, before dumping the wood in the cave. He turned to see Legolas struggling out of the drift, covered from head to foot, looking like one of the white bears rumoured to live in the far North. “And one of these is snow.”
**Finished 21/11/03**
Author’s Notes: Written for the scribeoz Winter Wonderland Challenge. I’m 93 words out, for which I beg forgiveness. Focussed on Legolas and Gimli, so again not quite a secondary character, unless you go by bookverse logic? Word inclusions: I changed the tense of ‘fume’ to ‘fumed’, ditto with ‘splash’ into ‘splashed.’ ‘Red feathers’ as an idea has been incorporated, just not as a full phrase. Sorry, Viv. *looks guilty* I’m not brilliant at sticking to rules, can you tell?
~Hathy_Col~
Firstly, I think I'm pretty much sorted for tomorrow. I know where I'm meeting
osiris13, shipperkitten is making the nicest meal on little planet Earth, I've wrapped various presents (admittingly they're about as personal as a doily, but there you go) and I even know what I'm going to wear.Secondly, I went out and saw Katie and Andrew today. Katie got me a Legolas poster. It is Very Pretty, and it's one of those mosaic ones which is rally quite clever and will give me hours of entertainment trying to work it out. Lord knows where I'm going to put it, mind. ROTK was just... plain... wow. Again. I cried. So did Katie. Andrew merely laughed at us. Don't really blame him. However, the words of the film really struck me this time, especially Aragorn's speech. I was quite close to shouting "RAAAAAH!" and looking for a sword. Slightly worrying, really.
Thirdly, I have Written Fic, and finished it too. It's a little vignette for the scribeoz Winter Wonderland challenge, and it's silly, but I like it. Cos Gimli rocks.
And thats the end of my post. And here is the fic!
Title: Snowfall
Summary: Whilst travelling, a snowstorm hits. Legolas is amused. Gimli is not.
Disclaimer: I own absolutely nothing bar the plot in the fic. Don’t sue me; I’m just having a lot of fun playing in Tolkien’s sandbox. I’ll give it all back when I’ve finished, since I’m making no money from it.
Enjoy. Feedback gratefully accepted and flames will be used to make food. I’m hungry and the microwave is broken.
*/*/*
Gimli stared at the snow, leaning on his axe. “This never bodes well,” he said darkly, his voice rather contrasting with the small flakes of snow stuck in his beard. Legolas looked up, amused.
“You have lived within a mountain for much of your life. What terrors could the chill of snow hold for such a brave warrior?”
Gimli clucked in a manner reminiscent to Legolas of his old nursemaid. “You travelled over Caradhras,” said Gimli. “Snow is rarely a portent of good omen.”
“Nor is it a portent of doom,” argued Legolas. He laughed suddenly, and threw his head back, allowing the flakes to fall over his face and become caught in his eyelashes. “You over-worry.”
“In that you are mistaken, Master Elf!” snapped Gimli. “Come. We should find shelter.”
“And why is that?”
“They say the eyes of the Elves are the sharpest of all in Middle-Earth. Surely you can see the snow? We cannot stay here.”
“It is not a long walk until we reach Rivendell, Gimli,” said Legolas, who in truth enjoyed the snow. It was a rare thing that anything but the heaviest snow reached his home in the Greenwood. “Perhaps two hours at the most, and the snow is not heavy enough to prevent our passage for many hours yet.” Legolas began to walk away, before calling back to Gimli. “And the snow will reach you later than it reaches me!”
Gimli quietly fumed for a moment, before following the downright childish Elf.
*/*/*
Perhaps half an hour later, Legolas and Gimli were stumping along in the snow. They had been travelling from a visit to the Shire to Rivendell, to see Elladan and Elrohir before they journeyed to their own homelands. The weather had been fair, but the year was growing old, and the weather had grown colder with it. This has not concerned an Elf, who barely felt the cold, and a Dwarf who had grown up around the chilly Iron Mountains and later lived in Erebor. However, the heavens had now opened to drown the pair in snow, and Legolas was forced to admit that his airy expectations of light snow had been wrong. Gimli was not allowing him to forget this fact.
“I told you that the snow would not aid us! But no, you had to insist that we travelled.”
“You did not have to follow, Gimli,” said Legolas mildly, not allowing Gimli to see his slowly growing anger.
“And leave you to freeze to your death? I think not.”
“Then what you suggest we do?” snapped Legolas, before regaining his mask of wax-like tranquillity. “I see no shelter.”
Gimli, unexpectedly, smiled. “Ah, but you would not.” He pointed out a distant crop of stones. “Do you see those? There will be a cave there, small but large enough for us to shelter until the snow has died down. With a fire, we can stay warm. This snow will last no more than a day.”
“And how do you know, pray tell?”
“I am a Dwarf,” said Gimli simply. “Asking an Elf to understand the earth and rock is like asking a Hobbit to comprehend putting cinnamon in the wrong cake. Now come, Legolas, we need to cover for the night or else we will grow too cold, and the way becomes impossible in this… blizzard.”
Legolas decided it was probably best not to say anything, and instead followed Gimli to the distant outcrop of rocks. Much to his surprise, there was a small cave within the outcrop, large enough for both of them to shelter in some comfort. However, one problem still remained. “And how do you suggest that we light a fire? The ground is sodden.”
“Ah, but the cave’s floor is not! What happened to 'oft hope is born when all is forlorn'?”
“It was snowed on,” mumbled Legolas, before setting his pack down. “Very well. What do you need me to do?”
“Very little,” assured Gimli. “I have some wood in my pack after first sighting the snow. Once that is lit, we need only to add to it. Could you get some more firewood?”
“Very well,” said Legolas. “I will be back shortly.” Gimli nodded, before settling down with his tinderbox and the small pile of dry wood, surrounded by crisp leaves that looked a little like a red bird’s feathers on they had fallen off.
As Legolas walked on onto the snow, his keen eyes searching for any pieces of wood, he felt slightly bitter than he could not have aided more. He had far more experience, after all, but Gimli at least seemed to know what he spoke of. There had to be some manner with which to equal the pair…
Legolas suddenly smiled, and renewed his search for wood.
*/*/*
Back in the cave, Gimli had managed to set up a small blaze, and now he only awaited the arrival of the Elf. On cue, the silhouette of Legolas appeared in the swirling flurries of snow, carrying a fairly weighty load of wood. “By Mahal’s beard, you have outdone yourself!” called out Gimli.
“Could you come and assist me?” called back Legolas. “Evidently I have not the sharp eyes of a Dwarf for finding a small hole in a rock.”
Gimli suddenly smiled. He recognised that tone of voice. The Elf was stung at his expertise, and wished to somehow equal out the balance once more. Not this time, Master Elf, he thought before going to assist Legolas with his load, his mind furiously working how he would manoeuvre the Elf into the position he wished.
As he reached Legolas, the Elf suddenly swerved and dropped some of his wood. “Could you pick that up, Gimli?”
“Certainly,” said Gimli in a neutral tone, making out as though he was going to pick up the wood. Legolas stood still, seemingly waiting for Gimli, and only a close observer- or friend- could have picked up the subtle manner in which his standing changed. Gimli was both, and as such shifted appropriately. As he stood up and took a step forward, he neatly sidestepped Legolas’ outstretched leg and instead toppled the Elf into a snowdrift, his wood splashing into the ground around him. It was only now that Gimli laughed, leaving Legolas where he was, before striding back to the cave.
“There are certain matters that you do not argue with a Dwarf on!” Gimli called triumphantly, before dumping the wood in the cave. He turned to see Legolas struggling out of the drift, covered from head to foot, looking like one of the white bears rumoured to live in the far North. “And one of these is snow.”
**Finished 21/11/03**
Author’s Notes: Written for the scribeoz Winter Wonderland Challenge. I’m 93 words out, for which I beg forgiveness. Focussed on Legolas and Gimli, so again not quite a secondary character, unless you go by bookverse logic? Word inclusions: I changed the tense of ‘fume’ to ‘fumed’, ditto with ‘splash’ into ‘splashed.’ ‘Red feathers’ as an idea has been incorporated, just not as a full phrase. Sorry, Viv. *looks guilty* I’m not brilliant at sticking to rules, can you tell?
~Hathy_Col~
