Authors notes: Ok first off this is my first LotR's fan fiction and second it is the first I have EVER posted on fanfiction.net so please be gentle.
Also, I am at a loss as to weather or not I should make this a full out SLASH fic. I mean it kinda seems there's somethin' between Good Ol' Aragorn and pretty Elf boy but I'm not sure. SO PLEASE TELL ME! Also this is mostly along the lines of Movie verse so yeah. Um what else. Oh yeah, this chapter is a bit weird so don't pay attention to it much ok, I PROMISE this will get better. Ok well enjoy!
DISCLAIMER: I do NOT *insert curse word here* Own LotR's or any of its charactors. (`cept for Galfin in this so don't steal my openly gay little boy kay!) However, the idea for this story is solely mine so please don't take that either. Ok Sankyou!
"The Judge"
By May It Be
Prolouge : Prophecy
What once was nine, Now is eight,
With wearied feet, And twisted fate,
Shall chance upon A glittering plate,
Inside a world, so new and wrong,
Shall find the judge and hear his song,
Then three shall come weak yet strong,
These three shall be bathed in his fear,
Shall loose their sense so held dear,
And then must fight to regain it clear,
One of voice, one of sight, and one of ear,
The triangle must fight to regain it clear
Yet, perhaps it `tis the judge with glassy surface o' shining,
Who called them there with backs and feet pinning,
To be then judged in all their glory,
For better or for folly.
TBC
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Chapter 1:
"Of White Valley's and Unexpected places."
Aragorn silently pushed the exhausted group on, promising that once they found a suitable clearing they would pause there journey and take a well deserved and much needed rest. They had been traveling for almost two days straight now, stopping only to replenish their water skins and pick some fruits and various odd vegetables that Legolas assured them were edible.
The ragged ensemble was weary from leaving the chilling mountains and dark mines of Moria and more so as they entered the strangely wet forests beyond them. However, the group trudged on, hearts weighted by the vicious lose of their friend and there bodies worn from travel and stress. At least the new day so far had been dry and calm save for the strong January(1) winds that kicked up about them.
Legolas sprinted forward to move along side his tired, dark haired companion, keeping a secure hold on Pippin as the little hobbit clung to the elf's slim shoulders even as he slipped in and out of sleep.
"Aragorn, we must stop soon. I fear this has been far too much for the little one's, and if we were attacked, Boromir and Myself would be of no use with these hobbits riding our backs." The blond spoke to the ranger in Elvish so as not to disturb or insult the little hobbit's. Aragorn nodded and came to a halt looking back over the rest of the fellowship.
Behind Legolas, who sported an oddly content Pippin upon his back, was a stumbling Boromir who carried an exhausted Merry in a similar fashion. Trailing silently behind him, was Sam and Frodo who leaned wearily against one another, half asleep on their tired feet and lastly was Gimli, the small dwarf hunched so far forward his beard nearly dragged the ground.
"Aye, I know my friend." The ranger replied also in elvish, placing a hand on the blonds shoulder, holding down some of his long whipping tresses. "Alas, we cannot stop yet. Here is not safe, for any of us." Glancing quickly ahead, Aragorn searched the wild terrain for something familiar to his travels; he turned back to the elf. "If memory serves from our last trip to Lothlorien, there should be a large break in the tree not long from here. We can make it there, then we shall rest, but not before." He ordered but gently, looking deep into the elf's soft face with worry.
Legolas nodded, and shifted Pippin upon his back pushing him up as the little hobbit had started to slip in his sleep. "Shall I take the half-ling for a while? Your elven eye's are weary and tired, that is not normal... What ill's you Legolas?" Aragorn asked softly, glancing quickly at the rest of the group as they moved to a halt, watching the two confer in elvish. "This... this forest seems strange to me, even though I know you and I have been here before..." The blonds delicate brows furrowed, a small crease imprinting itself out-of-place between them. Aragorn looked around again confused, feeling familiarity all around him.
He smelt the same scents as before, he saw the same sights and heard the same sounds. Everything was as it should be.
"It seems not to have changed to me, my friend. Are you sure your worry is not misplaced?" Legolas shook his head, sending his hair yet again billowing in the violent wind.
"Indeed my heart is still heavy, if that be what you refer to, yet my misgivings are not caused by emotional weakness." The elf cocked his head to the side and his bright eyes slid closed, listening intently to the tree's.
Aragorn shook his head silently as he watched the nimble beauty before him. `Of course only an elf would think emotion's to be such a great weakness, but then he too himself had caught his own thoughts straying on similar ideas.' With a sigh, he returned his mind to observing the observing elf in front of him. The rangers lip quirked at that and waited.
"...There song is different...somehow.." the elf whispered, his face turning with a confused look of to the east. "There is something inhabiting these tree's that was not here before. Though, I cannot make out what it is." At that Aragorn raised an eyebrow, looking all about them once more. "Then, we shall seek it out and find what ails you." The ranger patted the princes shoulder reassuringly and turned back to the rest of the company.
"Not much longer, my friends. Then we shall rest, I promise." The king of men said softly to the rag-tag group and turned to the direction Legolas had pointed out with interest. At that, they started out again, moving a little faster at the promise of much needed and much yearned for rest.
Sam left Frodo's side and walked up to the tall elf he then tugged on Pippin's cloak persistently, waking the little one up. "What Sam?" Pippin's slurred voice asked somewhat annoyed looking down at his honey blond fellow hobbit. "Come Pippin, give Legolas a rest! He hath been carrying you for more than half a day already!" Samwise reprimanded the littler half-ling, pulling his cloak again, this time trying to pull him from the prince's back.
Legolas looked down at the little master next to him and gave him a small and tired smile. "It be alright Samwise. We have not much longer to walk, I shant mind carrying the little one a bit further." The elf responded his smile widening as the creature upon his back stuck out his tongue at his friend in triumph. "That be, unless your own weary feet would like a rest?" Legolas asked softly, patting Sam on the head as the half-ling blushed slightly, the soft pink highlighting his healthy, full cheeks.
Sam shook his head.
"Nay, Master Legolas. Thank you much for the offer however." The Blond hobbit replied, then fell back in step with Frodo as he and Pippin both shared a small laugh at Sam's expense. Pippin again flicked his tongue out to mock his friend gaily then nuzzled his face into the back of Legolas' neck and fine hair, eliciting a fine impercievable shudder from the wood-elf.
So then, they traveled on in silence, keeping a steady pace with each other, Aragorn and Legolas silently battling one another for the lead. This, bringing another half-hearted smile to the rest of the Fellowship. It was soon then that the group happened upon a sight none of them had before seen. A sight that was as much out of place as that of an elf upon the sea.
They came to an awed stop then, in front of two large towering doors. Or rather, a large gate that glittered with a faint hint of gold dust whispered upon deep mahogany and brass detailing with thick fixtures. It hung upon a tall stonewall, reaching high up into the tree's, its majesty a stark white against the muted colors of nature.
Pippin and Merry slipped from Boromir and Legolas' shoulders and moved to the front of the company, looking upon the tall, beautiful in their own right, doors, stepping back with a gasp as they slid open of their own accord. "Be on your guard!" Aragorn snapped as the hobbits took a daring step forward. "Structures such as these do not belong here." He warned, looking back to his trusted elf friend who looked on just as confused as the rest of them.
Silently, the group pressed forward, moving cautiously into the strange city.
"Lolth nor'ata, Prestah `renin!"(1) A cheerful voice welcomed the weary ensemble as they passed through the tall gate. A young man, perhaps no more than in his late teens, hurried to usher them in; a large smile gracing his tanned features. Aragorn stared hard at the young master, trying to recognize the language he spoke.
The boy was around Boromir's height with soft golden brown hair that fell in strait plaits around his face and brushed the tops of his shoulders, and large emerald eyes that shone brightly with youthful glee. He was obviously human yet he spoke an odd language, one none of the fellowship had ever before heard.
"Aita aita! Forto'lin dai'to deem!"(2) He spoke again, his tongue sharp but sweet. Hooking his slender arm around Boromir's, he tried to pull them forward into the city, stopping however, when the man refused to move. "Aita, dai'to deem?"(3) he stated again, however this time it was a question, his brows furrowing in confusion. Boromir blinked at the man still clinging to his arm then slid his limb free glancing back at the others.
"Ah, forgive us good sir, but... your language is foreign to us." Aragorn said softly, hoping the young man could understand him. A light dawned behind the boys eyes and his large smile returned quickly to his face, accompanied this time with a faint flush to the gentle swell of his cherub cheeks.
"Forgive I friends! Know not I you were not of we." He said with an embarrassed laugh and gentle bow then again took up Boromir's arm against the man's wishes. Aragorn nodded, at least somewhat understanding the man's broken speak. "May I inquire where we are then, sir?" the Ranger asked, walking up beside Boromir who gave him a helpless look as the boy refused to release his arms.
Gimli leaned over to his tall companion, his lips quirking up slightly despite his exhaustion. "Interesting fellow." He said to the elf, referring to the child's odd inclination to cling to the son of the steward of Gondor. "Aye, interesting indeed." Legolas responded with a nod, his soft long hair billowing somewhat more gently around him in the chilly wind.
"May you sir, May you!" The boy laughed again and motioned to the great city around them. "Welcome then to Prestara'nim, or in the common speak, White valley. I am Galfin Fal'lock, if need you friend I be your guide on your stay here." Galfin said happily to strider and his company, leaning his head with a smile and closed eyes against Boromir's shoulder.
Merry and Pippin sniggered to themselves behind the irritated man's back, large smiles on their own worn impish faces.
Boromir looked quickly to Aragorn and shook his head sharply, mouthing the word `no!'. Aragorn stifled a full-blown smile, his lip instead, tilting up in a small smirk. "I would appreciate it much Galfin, for I am afraid we do not know anything of your city and would easily find ourselves overwhelmed." The dark haired man replied, ignoring Boromir as he glared death at him.
Galfin's head perked back up and he blinked wide innocent eyes.
"Really?! Then, teach you I must! Oh! But where be manners of I? I have yet to meet you!" He exclaimed his voice cheerful as he finally released Boromir's arm and moved in front of the group. "So what here have I? Your names please!" he insisted, clasping his hands in front of him as he looked at Aragorn and Boromir expectantly. Aragorn nodded, sensing no hostility from the gentle yet over zealous boy.
"I am Aragorn, and this," Aragorn pointed to Boromir. Galfin's smile widened. "Is Boromir." The boy nodded and moved forward, wrapping both in a fierce hug respectively, much to their surprise and discomfort. "You are both of human, no?" Galfin asked softly, looking their features over quickly. "Aye, we are." Boromir replied, gaining another wide smile from the giddy boy in his direction. Boromir shifted nervously and moved aside, not used to open kindness and affection let alone that of another male. Galfin moved quickly past the two humans and on to Gimli and the hobbits.
"Oh and what here? A Dwarf!" He exclaimed happily, buzzing about the son of Gloin touching hastily at his beard and ax and anything else he could before Gimli batted him away. "Aye a dwarf!" Gimli scoffed, pushing the eager boy on his way. "Gimli!" Legolas reprimanded his friend with a whisper. "He be only a curious child, my friend. Do not be so rough!" The dwarf lowered his eyes and nodded grumbling about stupid elves and their kind heartedness.
Before Galfin could press Gimli for his name Pippin moved forward with his own curious grin despite his tiredness. "His name is Gimli. I am Pippin, and this be Merry, Frodo and Sam... We're hobbits." He replied happily, pointing to each sleepy half-lings in turn. Galfin smiled down to him and leaned forward tapping the little hobbit on the nose with a laugh. "So see I, and cute as a button you be too!"
Pippin's little chest puffed up at that and his little ego swelled as did the smile on his face. Merry grumbled and pulled his companion aside to let the newcomer meet the last of their group. Legolas shifted as he watched the Boy stop in awe as he came to him, a fine eyebrow rising at Galfin's reaction.
"An ELF!?" the boy shrieked in delight and launched himself at Legolas, nearly tackling him to the ground in his rush to experience everything he could about him in five seconds.
Galfin latched onto the prince against his mewl of protest and pulled him down slightly, running his fingers gently through his long blond locks and fingered his tapered elven ears in amazement, breathing directly into one. Legolas suppressed a fine shudder at the feel of the unexpected hot breath against and in his sensitive appendage.
The boy soon moved around him, running his hand down from the tall blonds neck, over his quiver, and bow, down his back and lastly to flutter softly over his backside with a quick squeeze and playful grin before flitting around him again and grabbed his face, pulling him close to his own.
The rest of the fellowship fought hard to stifle their laughs as the boy touched were he should not have and at Legolas' reaction as his eyes widened and he nearly jumped out of his skin at the unwanted contact. "We never see Elves here! And never I see someone so beautiful!" Galfin exclaimed openly releasing Legolas's face to wrap him in a fierce hug .
At that comment a small unwanted blush bloomed upon the startled elf's pale high cheekbones and across the bridge of his slender nose. Upon seeing that however, the, for the most part un-malled, members of the group began to laugh with wide grins sliding across their for once fully bright faces. At this, Legolas swallowed his pride hard and smiled back to his comrades, happy to see them truly smiling for the first time since before the Mines of Moria.
Galfin, after what seemed like forever, finally released Legolas, although not without another firm rump squeeze which only succeeded in causing the blush upon the prince's cheeks to darken and spread to the very tips of his fine pointed ears. The hobbits snickered amongst themselves at their rumpled friend, the soft bell like giggling only ceasing when a large yawn broke little Frodo's face with an embarrassed flush upon his own thin cheeks.
"Oh! Where be my head? Come, you must be deathly tired and starved beyond reason with travels! Let I take you to my inn. You will find comfort and all the meals you need there! Come, come!" the young man exclaimed, never once in all his curiousness loosing his boyish giddiness and excitement.
Quickly he grasped Legolas' hand and pulled him forward, again taking up Boromir's arm as he walked passed him and dragged the two further into the city. The hobbits at the mention of food needed no more persuading and hurried after the exuberant child, their tummies a growl with pleas for nourishment. Aragorn shook his head and looked to Gimli with a smirk quirking the corners of his lips up.
"This was certainly not what I expected to find." The ranger said light heartedly, starting to walk after his hurried friends. The dwarf nodded beside him and mirrored his pace, a small smile forming upon his own partially concealed lips. "It be a nice change in all the gloom clouding our path thus far however." Gimli replied, watching as his tall friends struggled with the boys wandering hands up ahead.
Aragorn nodded with a gentle laugh as Galfin succeeded in getting a hold of Boromir's rump with a small squeak from the man and Legolas' gentle taunt of `what goes around...' "Aye, that it `tis, Gimli. That it `tis."
The two men shared another laugh and followed their friends, their own stomachs pleading for food and drink.
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TBC!
Oh one last note, Galfin's language is created by me and would make no sense to anyone not living in my mind so please don't try to use it kay? I mean you can but I wouldn't recommend it.
Its supposed to mean :
1) Lolth nor'ata, Prestah `renin = Welcome back to the Great valley!
2) Aita aita! Forto'lin dai'to deem = Please, please! Friends, come in!"
3) Aita, dai'to deem? = Please, come in?
And lastly, yes his screwed up speak was intended please do not think me incapable of speech. I may twist my tongue on wrong words but only on purpose, me swear, me Swear!! Hehe Well, please R/R. Sankyou again!
Also, I am at a loss as to weather or not I should make this a full out SLASH fic. I mean it kinda seems there's somethin' between Good Ol' Aragorn and pretty Elf boy but I'm not sure. SO PLEASE TELL ME! Also this is mostly along the lines of Movie verse so yeah. Um what else. Oh yeah, this chapter is a bit weird so don't pay attention to it much ok, I PROMISE this will get better. Ok well enjoy!
DISCLAIMER: I do NOT *insert curse word here* Own LotR's or any of its charactors. (`cept for Galfin in this so don't steal my openly gay little boy kay!) However, the idea for this story is solely mine so please don't take that either. Ok Sankyou!
"The Judge"
By May It Be
Prolouge : Prophecy
What once was nine, Now is eight,
With wearied feet, And twisted fate,
Shall chance upon A glittering plate,
Inside a world, so new and wrong,
Shall find the judge and hear his song,
Then three shall come weak yet strong,
These three shall be bathed in his fear,
Shall loose their sense so held dear,
And then must fight to regain it clear,
One of voice, one of sight, and one of ear,
The triangle must fight to regain it clear
Yet, perhaps it `tis the judge with glassy surface o' shining,
Who called them there with backs and feet pinning,
To be then judged in all their glory,
For better or for folly.
TBC
*********
Chapter 1:
"Of White Valley's and Unexpected places."
Aragorn silently pushed the exhausted group on, promising that once they found a suitable clearing they would pause there journey and take a well deserved and much needed rest. They had been traveling for almost two days straight now, stopping only to replenish their water skins and pick some fruits and various odd vegetables that Legolas assured them were edible.
The ragged ensemble was weary from leaving the chilling mountains and dark mines of Moria and more so as they entered the strangely wet forests beyond them. However, the group trudged on, hearts weighted by the vicious lose of their friend and there bodies worn from travel and stress. At least the new day so far had been dry and calm save for the strong January(1) winds that kicked up about them.
Legolas sprinted forward to move along side his tired, dark haired companion, keeping a secure hold on Pippin as the little hobbit clung to the elf's slim shoulders even as he slipped in and out of sleep.
"Aragorn, we must stop soon. I fear this has been far too much for the little one's, and if we were attacked, Boromir and Myself would be of no use with these hobbits riding our backs." The blond spoke to the ranger in Elvish so as not to disturb or insult the little hobbit's. Aragorn nodded and came to a halt looking back over the rest of the fellowship.
Behind Legolas, who sported an oddly content Pippin upon his back, was a stumbling Boromir who carried an exhausted Merry in a similar fashion. Trailing silently behind him, was Sam and Frodo who leaned wearily against one another, half asleep on their tired feet and lastly was Gimli, the small dwarf hunched so far forward his beard nearly dragged the ground.
"Aye, I know my friend." The ranger replied also in elvish, placing a hand on the blonds shoulder, holding down some of his long whipping tresses. "Alas, we cannot stop yet. Here is not safe, for any of us." Glancing quickly ahead, Aragorn searched the wild terrain for something familiar to his travels; he turned back to the elf. "If memory serves from our last trip to Lothlorien, there should be a large break in the tree not long from here. We can make it there, then we shall rest, but not before." He ordered but gently, looking deep into the elf's soft face with worry.
Legolas nodded, and shifted Pippin upon his back pushing him up as the little hobbit had started to slip in his sleep. "Shall I take the half-ling for a while? Your elven eye's are weary and tired, that is not normal... What ill's you Legolas?" Aragorn asked softly, glancing quickly at the rest of the group as they moved to a halt, watching the two confer in elvish. "This... this forest seems strange to me, even though I know you and I have been here before..." The blonds delicate brows furrowed, a small crease imprinting itself out-of-place between them. Aragorn looked around again confused, feeling familiarity all around him.
He smelt the same scents as before, he saw the same sights and heard the same sounds. Everything was as it should be.
"It seems not to have changed to me, my friend. Are you sure your worry is not misplaced?" Legolas shook his head, sending his hair yet again billowing in the violent wind.
"Indeed my heart is still heavy, if that be what you refer to, yet my misgivings are not caused by emotional weakness." The elf cocked his head to the side and his bright eyes slid closed, listening intently to the tree's.
Aragorn shook his head silently as he watched the nimble beauty before him. `Of course only an elf would think emotion's to be such a great weakness, but then he too himself had caught his own thoughts straying on similar ideas.' With a sigh, he returned his mind to observing the observing elf in front of him. The rangers lip quirked at that and waited.
"...There song is different...somehow.." the elf whispered, his face turning with a confused look of to the east. "There is something inhabiting these tree's that was not here before. Though, I cannot make out what it is." At that Aragorn raised an eyebrow, looking all about them once more. "Then, we shall seek it out and find what ails you." The ranger patted the princes shoulder reassuringly and turned back to the rest of the company.
"Not much longer, my friends. Then we shall rest, I promise." The king of men said softly to the rag-tag group and turned to the direction Legolas had pointed out with interest. At that, they started out again, moving a little faster at the promise of much needed and much yearned for rest.
Sam left Frodo's side and walked up to the tall elf he then tugged on Pippin's cloak persistently, waking the little one up. "What Sam?" Pippin's slurred voice asked somewhat annoyed looking down at his honey blond fellow hobbit. "Come Pippin, give Legolas a rest! He hath been carrying you for more than half a day already!" Samwise reprimanded the littler half-ling, pulling his cloak again, this time trying to pull him from the prince's back.
Legolas looked down at the little master next to him and gave him a small and tired smile. "It be alright Samwise. We have not much longer to walk, I shant mind carrying the little one a bit further." The elf responded his smile widening as the creature upon his back stuck out his tongue at his friend in triumph. "That be, unless your own weary feet would like a rest?" Legolas asked softly, patting Sam on the head as the half-ling blushed slightly, the soft pink highlighting his healthy, full cheeks.
Sam shook his head.
"Nay, Master Legolas. Thank you much for the offer however." The Blond hobbit replied, then fell back in step with Frodo as he and Pippin both shared a small laugh at Sam's expense. Pippin again flicked his tongue out to mock his friend gaily then nuzzled his face into the back of Legolas' neck and fine hair, eliciting a fine impercievable shudder from the wood-elf.
So then, they traveled on in silence, keeping a steady pace with each other, Aragorn and Legolas silently battling one another for the lead. This, bringing another half-hearted smile to the rest of the Fellowship. It was soon then that the group happened upon a sight none of them had before seen. A sight that was as much out of place as that of an elf upon the sea.
They came to an awed stop then, in front of two large towering doors. Or rather, a large gate that glittered with a faint hint of gold dust whispered upon deep mahogany and brass detailing with thick fixtures. It hung upon a tall stonewall, reaching high up into the tree's, its majesty a stark white against the muted colors of nature.
Pippin and Merry slipped from Boromir and Legolas' shoulders and moved to the front of the company, looking upon the tall, beautiful in their own right, doors, stepping back with a gasp as they slid open of their own accord. "Be on your guard!" Aragorn snapped as the hobbits took a daring step forward. "Structures such as these do not belong here." He warned, looking back to his trusted elf friend who looked on just as confused as the rest of them.
Silently, the group pressed forward, moving cautiously into the strange city.
"Lolth nor'ata, Prestah `renin!"(1) A cheerful voice welcomed the weary ensemble as they passed through the tall gate. A young man, perhaps no more than in his late teens, hurried to usher them in; a large smile gracing his tanned features. Aragorn stared hard at the young master, trying to recognize the language he spoke.
The boy was around Boromir's height with soft golden brown hair that fell in strait plaits around his face and brushed the tops of his shoulders, and large emerald eyes that shone brightly with youthful glee. He was obviously human yet he spoke an odd language, one none of the fellowship had ever before heard.
"Aita aita! Forto'lin dai'to deem!"(2) He spoke again, his tongue sharp but sweet. Hooking his slender arm around Boromir's, he tried to pull them forward into the city, stopping however, when the man refused to move. "Aita, dai'to deem?"(3) he stated again, however this time it was a question, his brows furrowing in confusion. Boromir blinked at the man still clinging to his arm then slid his limb free glancing back at the others.
"Ah, forgive us good sir, but... your language is foreign to us." Aragorn said softly, hoping the young man could understand him. A light dawned behind the boys eyes and his large smile returned quickly to his face, accompanied this time with a faint flush to the gentle swell of his cherub cheeks.
"Forgive I friends! Know not I you were not of we." He said with an embarrassed laugh and gentle bow then again took up Boromir's arm against the man's wishes. Aragorn nodded, at least somewhat understanding the man's broken speak. "May I inquire where we are then, sir?" the Ranger asked, walking up beside Boromir who gave him a helpless look as the boy refused to release his arms.
Gimli leaned over to his tall companion, his lips quirking up slightly despite his exhaustion. "Interesting fellow." He said to the elf, referring to the child's odd inclination to cling to the son of the steward of Gondor. "Aye, interesting indeed." Legolas responded with a nod, his soft long hair billowing somewhat more gently around him in the chilly wind.
"May you sir, May you!" The boy laughed again and motioned to the great city around them. "Welcome then to Prestara'nim, or in the common speak, White valley. I am Galfin Fal'lock, if need you friend I be your guide on your stay here." Galfin said happily to strider and his company, leaning his head with a smile and closed eyes against Boromir's shoulder.
Merry and Pippin sniggered to themselves behind the irritated man's back, large smiles on their own worn impish faces.
Boromir looked quickly to Aragorn and shook his head sharply, mouthing the word `no!'. Aragorn stifled a full-blown smile, his lip instead, tilting up in a small smirk. "I would appreciate it much Galfin, for I am afraid we do not know anything of your city and would easily find ourselves overwhelmed." The dark haired man replied, ignoring Boromir as he glared death at him.
Galfin's head perked back up and he blinked wide innocent eyes.
"Really?! Then, teach you I must! Oh! But where be manners of I? I have yet to meet you!" He exclaimed his voice cheerful as he finally released Boromir's arm and moved in front of the group. "So what here have I? Your names please!" he insisted, clasping his hands in front of him as he looked at Aragorn and Boromir expectantly. Aragorn nodded, sensing no hostility from the gentle yet over zealous boy.
"I am Aragorn, and this," Aragorn pointed to Boromir. Galfin's smile widened. "Is Boromir." The boy nodded and moved forward, wrapping both in a fierce hug respectively, much to their surprise and discomfort. "You are both of human, no?" Galfin asked softly, looking their features over quickly. "Aye, we are." Boromir replied, gaining another wide smile from the giddy boy in his direction. Boromir shifted nervously and moved aside, not used to open kindness and affection let alone that of another male. Galfin moved quickly past the two humans and on to Gimli and the hobbits.
"Oh and what here? A Dwarf!" He exclaimed happily, buzzing about the son of Gloin touching hastily at his beard and ax and anything else he could before Gimli batted him away. "Aye a dwarf!" Gimli scoffed, pushing the eager boy on his way. "Gimli!" Legolas reprimanded his friend with a whisper. "He be only a curious child, my friend. Do not be so rough!" The dwarf lowered his eyes and nodded grumbling about stupid elves and their kind heartedness.
Before Galfin could press Gimli for his name Pippin moved forward with his own curious grin despite his tiredness. "His name is Gimli. I am Pippin, and this be Merry, Frodo and Sam... We're hobbits." He replied happily, pointing to each sleepy half-lings in turn. Galfin smiled down to him and leaned forward tapping the little hobbit on the nose with a laugh. "So see I, and cute as a button you be too!"
Pippin's little chest puffed up at that and his little ego swelled as did the smile on his face. Merry grumbled and pulled his companion aside to let the newcomer meet the last of their group. Legolas shifted as he watched the Boy stop in awe as he came to him, a fine eyebrow rising at Galfin's reaction.
"An ELF!?" the boy shrieked in delight and launched himself at Legolas, nearly tackling him to the ground in his rush to experience everything he could about him in five seconds.
Galfin latched onto the prince against his mewl of protest and pulled him down slightly, running his fingers gently through his long blond locks and fingered his tapered elven ears in amazement, breathing directly into one. Legolas suppressed a fine shudder at the feel of the unexpected hot breath against and in his sensitive appendage.
The boy soon moved around him, running his hand down from the tall blonds neck, over his quiver, and bow, down his back and lastly to flutter softly over his backside with a quick squeeze and playful grin before flitting around him again and grabbed his face, pulling him close to his own.
The rest of the fellowship fought hard to stifle their laughs as the boy touched were he should not have and at Legolas' reaction as his eyes widened and he nearly jumped out of his skin at the unwanted contact. "We never see Elves here! And never I see someone so beautiful!" Galfin exclaimed openly releasing Legolas's face to wrap him in a fierce hug .
At that comment a small unwanted blush bloomed upon the startled elf's pale high cheekbones and across the bridge of his slender nose. Upon seeing that however, the, for the most part un-malled, members of the group began to laugh with wide grins sliding across their for once fully bright faces. At this, Legolas swallowed his pride hard and smiled back to his comrades, happy to see them truly smiling for the first time since before the Mines of Moria.
Galfin, after what seemed like forever, finally released Legolas, although not without another firm rump squeeze which only succeeded in causing the blush upon the prince's cheeks to darken and spread to the very tips of his fine pointed ears. The hobbits snickered amongst themselves at their rumpled friend, the soft bell like giggling only ceasing when a large yawn broke little Frodo's face with an embarrassed flush upon his own thin cheeks.
"Oh! Where be my head? Come, you must be deathly tired and starved beyond reason with travels! Let I take you to my inn. You will find comfort and all the meals you need there! Come, come!" the young man exclaimed, never once in all his curiousness loosing his boyish giddiness and excitement.
Quickly he grasped Legolas' hand and pulled him forward, again taking up Boromir's arm as he walked passed him and dragged the two further into the city. The hobbits at the mention of food needed no more persuading and hurried after the exuberant child, their tummies a growl with pleas for nourishment. Aragorn shook his head and looked to Gimli with a smirk quirking the corners of his lips up.
"This was certainly not what I expected to find." The ranger said light heartedly, starting to walk after his hurried friends. The dwarf nodded beside him and mirrored his pace, a small smile forming upon his own partially concealed lips. "It be a nice change in all the gloom clouding our path thus far however." Gimli replied, watching as his tall friends struggled with the boys wandering hands up ahead.
Aragorn nodded with a gentle laugh as Galfin succeeded in getting a hold of Boromir's rump with a small squeak from the man and Legolas' gentle taunt of `what goes around...' "Aye, that it `tis, Gimli. That it `tis."
The two men shared another laugh and followed their friends, their own stomachs pleading for food and drink.
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TBC!
Oh one last note, Galfin's language is created by me and would make no sense to anyone not living in my mind so please don't try to use it kay? I mean you can but I wouldn't recommend it.
Its supposed to mean :
1) Lolth nor'ata, Prestah `renin = Welcome back to the Great valley!
2) Aita aita! Forto'lin dai'to deem = Please, please! Friends, come in!"
3) Aita, dai'to deem? = Please, come in?
And lastly, yes his screwed up speak was intended please do not think me incapable of speech. I may twist my tongue on wrong words but only on purpose, me swear, me Swear!! Hehe Well, please R/R. Sankyou again!