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Axe and Bow

A Legolas and Gimli fan archive

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by Adina

Rating: PG-13
Warnings: None
Disclaimer: This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by JRR Tolkien. No money is being made and no copyright infringement is intended.
Summary: none
A/N: I'm including this snippet. It's more of a writing exercise than a story, trying to get Legolas's and Gimli's "voices" down. Opinions would be helpful, even flames.

Day dreamer, his father would say. Hopeless drifter. Dwarves knew the work of hammer and ax, where a moment's inattention could cost fingers or feet. Elves could lose themselves for days in the drift of clouds, the skirl of fallen leaves in the wind, or the strands of their lover's hair.

"Alas," he rumbled. "You love me only for my beard."

The hands finger-combing out his braids stilled. "Indeed, Master Dwarf. Your courage and loyalty can not compare in value to these red-gold threads."

Gimli looked up into the high-arching branches of the Ithilien tree underneath which they lay. Strange it was to think that such a short while ago this was a land torn by war. "I thought only dwarves valued gold above all else."

Legolas laughed, yet not the light easy laugh of the elves. "Indeed not. Or have you not heard tell the history of our two families?" Gimli turned in his arms to look at the elf against whom he had been leaning. Legolas bowed his head in the face of his concern. "Your pardon, my friend. I should not intrude matters of weight into this time."

"Nay, you should not." He smiled as he spoke and settled back against the elf. He gave a contented sigh as Legolas again ran his fingers through the dwarf's beard. "You are my battle-companion, one who guarded my back with knife and bow. Any who question your worth will swiftly learn courtesy!"

"Yet welcome won at the edge of an axe is seldom warm." Gimli heard the laughter hidden in his voice and rejoiced.

"Warm enough it shall be," he growled, just to hear his companion laugh. "I will see to that."

The elf's laugh held only true humor this time. "Dwarves will earn renown for courtesy and fair speech with you as their tutor, my friend." Legolas gave a sharp tug to the beard he held. Gimli grabbed the offending hand--long, slim, and deceptively strong--and growled.

"You have no beard for me to pull in turn," he said, twisting to face him. "And your hair is much too pretty to be disturbed. But we warned, Master Elf--" He settled back again and brought Legolas's captive hand to his lips. "I bite!"


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