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"Together We Stand"
by skaara
Chapter One
The
hidden sun had finally begun its dragging descent toward the western Misty
Mountains. And as the dark cloud cover finally broke into torrential rain,
the band of three worn travellers cast various hostile glances upwards.
Aragorn
sighed inwardly. Rain was the last thing they needed.
This
trip was intended to be a reunion of sorts. Though some things had gone
amiss already, and in order to make their destination of Hobbiton in time,
the small group would be pushing themselves hard.
During
the night, two days West of Mirkwood, a group of bandits had attacked their
camp and stolen necessary possessions.
Needless
to say or even explain, Gimli had carelessly fallen asleep on watch. And
imparting on an act born of quick reflex, fast even for an elf, Legolas
had managed to chase the vagabonds down, and punish them.
Although
the damage had already been done.
It
seemed the group had only been seeking to vandalise the camp, and not steal
from it. And in this random act, almost one week’s valuable food had been
stolen, and Legolas' pack had been completely ruined in the flight across
the fields.
As
well as food, and most probably as important to some, Gimli’s battle axe
had been severely damaged. Should they need his skills in battle, another
weapon would be required for the job.
Luckily
no such needy occasion had come along, and for that Aragorn was grateful.
For the stocky dwarf was handy in a conflict, and if Gimli were to fall
ill or wounded to insufficient weaponry, he was sure the bearded dwarf
would never cease to hear the end of it from Legolas.
Little
time seemed to pass before the weather again increased its density, and
moods remained sour.
Aragorn
overheard Gimli voice another vile oath as the rain seemed to thicken,
and deafening thunderclaps boomed from overhead. They were not going to
make it much further on this eve.
The
ranger stopped, and turned, catching both Gimli's and Legolas' curious
expressions. Though it were probable that they knew what he were going
to say.
"I
fear travelling in such conditions is not wise when our supplies are so
short. And if we were to exhaust ourselves when not necessary would be
nought but foolishness. What do you think friends, a little farther to
the river on this nigh perhaps and then we shall set up camp?"
Legolas
was the first to speak. "But is it also wise to camp so near to a dangerous
ford in this weather? I am sure that this downpour has risen the ford,
and flooded it at least some." The Prince looked around anxiously, frowning
as he took in his companions soaked and quite miserable expressions. "Though
even I am to admit that this weather does nothing but dampen my soul. Some
shelter would be nice, and I know many fine groves just beyond the rivers
reach that offer such comfort."
The
portly dwarf considered this, and nodded briefly before speaking.
"Good
does this sound," spoke the dwarf approvingly. "Shall we set off? For my
heart and body are longing for a warm fire, and the longer we tarry, the
more I shall grumble."
It
was no more than an hour until the group came to reach one of the locations
that Legolas had mentioned.
Rain
had seeped through a few branches, though the majority of the land around
was dry. This at least was a comfort.
Setting
their packs down, Gimli and Aragorn rubbed stiff shoulders and laid out
their miscellaneous gear.
Looking
around, Gimli spotted a small pile of wood.
Though
the little good it will probably do, Gimli complained. It looks
like it has been sitting here uncovered for a long while, and it seems
to be damp.
He
made his way over to the stack.
Sure
enough, though much to the dwarf's great disappointment, the ground and
everything within a certain vicinity was soaked beyond use. Cursing, the
dwarf made his way back to his pack, where Aragorn kneeled making a fire
hearth.
With
his mood soured from the delayed and deprived warmth his body so desperately
needed, Gimli couldn't help but snap irritably at the Ranger.
"What
good will that do if there is no dry wood to keep the fire alight, oh wise
leader?"
Aragorn
directed the dwarf a look of fierce chagrin before speaking. "You would
do well not to reprimand me again Master dwarf, for I do not control the
weather. Do not say such senseless things. And if warmth is what you so
direly crave, then go search for some wood to feed its hunger. For it seems
you have nothing better to do but blame others for your discomfort."
"Fine
then, so it shall be," the grizzly dwarfed muttered.
But
before he could so much as turn toward the outlying forest beyond, a light
arm on his shoulder stopped him before he even began. Turning to face who
could surely only be the fair elf, Gimli looked up without surprise to
see he was correct.
"I
shall go," said Legolas quietly. "As it is I who knoweth this forest the
best. A great place do I know of which to collect dry wood. A place which
others would surely be searching for all night. Calm yourself friend, I
shall not be long."
And
so the Elven Prince picked up Gimli's knapsack, for his own was too damaged
for use. And then with a smile, he then set quietly off.
Gimli
moved toward the would be fire. Ashamedly forming an apology for the Ranger
he had so unwittedly snapped at the moment before.
Legolas
landed softly on the ground and straightened, all with one fluid movement,
barely making a sound.
'Tis
funny on this nigh though. As even a heavy dwarf could fall from such a
height and make no such sound at all, for this booming racket is so thunderous.
Legolas
laughed silently to himself
Looking
around, the Elven Prince was certain this was where the wood had last been.
Though the more he looked, the more it eluded him. Could it have all been
used up in so little a time? It had been no more than a week since he had
passed through this area last, and very few people used this path during
the winter other than him and his brothers, for it could be dangerous to
those who were unknowing of the ways of the forest.
Seems
like I shall have to go somewhere else for firewood. Though if I tarry
too long in looking, I shall probably become trapped from the others.
Pulling
himself effortlessly back up among the trees, he scouted along, looking
for other possible sites where wood could possibly be.
And
at that time he saw it.
About
two feet from the edge of the now deep and roaring river, and not five
feet from a natural and dangerous dam, lay a decently large pile of what
credibly looked like dry wood.
Making
his way carefully down from the high branches of the trees, pack on his
back, the elf began to manoeuvre himself down the slippery shingled, and
muddied bank.
The
going was slow, and every now and then the elf would cast a wary look toward
the bulging dike, which had begun to pulse vigorously. And with each growing
moment, more and more torrenting water spilled out from between the entwined
debris.
Time
was of the essence and the danger increasing. For if the dam were to break
its hold while Legolas was still this close to the bank, he would surely
be dragged under, and swept away with current.
Hastening
his pace, Legolas gathered wood by the armful, throwing it carelessly into
the now weighty sack slung across his back.
When
the barrier broke, so quick was it, that it nearly caught him in mid armful.
Acting hastily, the young prince immediately dropped the pile he currently
held, and dove haphazardly in a gigantic leap for a nearly branch.
He
caught it easily, and dragged himself up to perch upon its solace.
Not
long did this comfort last though. For as strong as the branch may have
once been, the tree was now old and brittle. And in his desperate attempt
to avoid his drowning, he had perhaps in his haste picked the worst possible
branch to land on, for light though an elf is, his pack was heavy enough.
So,
to his immense horror, the branch snapped with a loud creaking groan. And
down both went, tumbling perilously toward the flooding body of water below.
And
the last thing that passed through the young elf's mind, as he and his
pack plunged into the deep icy depths below, was that should the others
find his trail, they would hopefully find the wood. And at least they
would be warm.