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Gimli stormed outside in a rage, ripping a few strands from his beard he thought to himself,
"Never trust an elf!"
These were the very words his father had spoken the last time they had been together and he had not listened, he was now surrounded by a whole family of the over-tall weirdos, wait no, a whole household. A whole forest!
The Dwarf stompted over to sit by by the river, he gazed at its rippling waters creating folded patterens as they overlapped each other before swiftly darting east towards their destination. He watched it curiously and wondered what lay beneath the service and how deep was it?
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Thranduil stormed outside in a rage, nearly ripping a few strands out of his hair but thought he better not.
'Never trust a dwarf'
His father had told him this as his father's father had and Thranduil had told his son also, numerous times. But no! Legolas didn't listen, Legolas didn't care, Legolas spent more time with the Blade of grass than he did with his family! His own flesh and blood he ignored! His kin was nothing!-
"Calm down Thranduil!" He told himself sharply "its just a mortal, in in a few decades he'll be gone and Legolas will be without him and everything will be happy."
He walked calmly (ish) over to a bench facing his bit of the beautiful anduin, he watched it creating folded patterns as the ripples overlapped each other before darting off towards their destination. He watched it knowingly, many things lived beneath the service and it was perhaps 12 feet deep.
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Gimli shuffled a little closer to the river to inspect it more closely, the bank was slippery and steep (bet you know what's going to happen) he suddenly lost his footing and clumsily dropped into the river (of course) he struggled with his buckle which held his axe that pulled him down deep, dwarfish attire was not ideal for swimming and pulled him deeper still. He cursed and luck.
'Why must I die in the home of elves!' He thought feeling venemous.
But suddenly he felt a slim hand yank him up and saw a curten of ivory blonde, he struggled to stay conscious and saw a pair of large, blue eyes. He blacked out.
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"Gimli?"
The Dwarf grunted
"Giiiimli?"
Another grunt
"I know your awake you stubborn Dwarf!"
He opened one blearly eye "what"
"At last , we thought you'd never come round!" It was Legolas that spoke, he was surrounded by the rest of the fellowship.
"What-where. How long have I been out?"
"About 13 hours" replied someone
"But- , I was going to die how am I still ali-" then he remembered the eyes. No surely not, he couldn't have?
"My father saved you Gimli" said legolas "though he'd never admit it"
"But why would he save ME?"
"I know he has a harsh reputation among you dwarves, but really its all lies, he saved you because he wouldn't see an innocent person die for nothing, and..he did it for me I suppose"
"Well, tell him I thank him"
"You tell him!"
"Legolas?"
"I'm not going to thank him for something he did for you!"
"Fine, but I'm not going to hunt around all day for an elf that fancies me a blade of grass!"
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Thranduil sighed, each day the workload just grew even more. It had considerably lessoned since the defeat of the ring but was still a hefty half-mountain.
"Let's see, a complaint from erebor as usual, we all know where that's going, in the bin! A letter from imladris, begging for wine, 'the Dwarves found our supply' What?"
Thranduil continued muttering to himself until he heard a hard knock on the door.
"Come in! Oh hello Dwarf, feeling better are we?" Gimli nodded "perhaps a certain son of glòin should stay away from rivers in the future?"
The Dwarf fizzed with anger but didn't let it show "I've come to thank you for..."
"Uh huh?"
"For saving my life, I thought your reputation among us dwarves was true and is in part"
"I beg your pardon!"
"But it seems some of the rumors are false and again I thank you" he finished
"Well I must say I thought those words would never escape you mouth but it appears they did, galu aur and good bye"
The Dwarf trudged out of the study and down the hall.
'I still don't like elves' he thought
'I still hate dwarves' thought thranduil
THE VERY END!