4. Beginning To Get Angry
Gimli was going to KILL his brothers when he had a chance to get a hold of them. For now, he was occupied dealing with an incapacitated elf. He held Legolas's hair away from his face as the elf emptied his stomach. Never had Gimli seen Legolas look so miserable.
Last night had been interesting, to say the least. Amusing to a point, but as soon as Legolas had removed his outer tunic, Gimli had acted. Sure, it would have given him ammunition in their verbal sparring for years, probably his lifetime, if he had allowed it to continue, but it had not been due to Legolas's doing. The elf knew how much alcohol he could consume and Gimli had seen him limit him intake of Dorwinion wine. Legolas did not enjoy getting drunk. Or losing control. He had done both last eve. Gimli did not want to be on the elf's list of people who would soon be at the end of a nocked arrow.
Legolas moaned again, clutching his head. Ok, so the elf wouldn't be drawing any arrows too soon. First he had to overcome an incapacitation of the likes he had never experienced, Gimli was sure. He mopped the elf's face with a cool cloth and hoped his friend would be coherent soon.
Legolas had never felt worse in his life. At least, not since the last time he'd been incapacitated by strong drink, his reason for not getting drunk anymore. He remembered the drinking game he had entered, but did not remember much else…like leaving. He was sure of one thing and that was he must have come out the loser. Gimli had told him dwarven ale was similar to Rohirrim ale. Whatever he had drunk had been closer in strength to Dorwinion from the way he was feeling.
Make that stronger than Dorwinion. He moaned as his stomach churned. His eyes popped open and he rolled over to find a basin being held in front of him. Oh, Elbereth have mercy!He hated throwing up! It did remind him of how grateful he was to the One for making elves impervious to disease.
He slowly realized someone was holding his hair out of the way. How nice, not only am I tremendously incapacitated, there are witnesses! He just hoped that witness was Gimli. Rolling back over on the bed he found himself laid upon, Legolas closed his eyes. A cool wet cloth patted at his face and he sighed. Cracking an eye open, he found his worried friend hovering beside him.
"Thanks," he managed to mumble, closing the eye again to the blinding light of the single candle.
"It's the least I can do, elf. My brothers are responsible for this. Shall I wait for you to recover before I kill them? Perhaps you'd like to join me?"
The dwarf's booming voice made Legolas's head feel like it would explode! "Gimli, do you have to yell?" Legolas complained, grimacing when the words came out as a whine. He cracked his eye back open to see Gimli smirk at him. Wonderful. He shall tease me about this for the duration of his days!
"I'm not yelling," the dwarf boomed again, though this time, Legolas could tell Gimli was attempting to keep his voice down, and indeed was probably whispering. "But I'll hush and let you sleep this off. Do you want me to leave?"
Legolas cringed at even the whisper, his sensitive ears seeming to magnify the sound. "No," he whispered back. "Just don't talk. It makes my head ache even more, if that is possible." He managed a small grin, and Gimli's shoulders shook in a silent chuckle. Closing his eyes again, Legolas drifted off into blessed oblivion.
The door creaked open, and Gimli looked up to see Galin peering inside. "Do you need anything, Gimli?" she whispered.
"No," he whispered back. The elf lay sleeping peacefully after many hours of misery. "Are they still in the mountain, or have they realized their lives are in danger and have fled?"
Galin smiled a slow smile. "Oh, they will not be going anywhere any time soon. It seems that beast of yours is more aware than we realized. She has them all cornered in Grayn's room, snarling any time one of them moves." His sister snickered. "They pleaded with mother to do something, as all that ale has caught up with them, but mother told them they can wet themselves for all she cared and left them with Draugalu without so much as a chamberpot! She is waiting for you to deal with them, I think."
Gimli felt his lips tilt in a smirk. He knew he loved that warg! And now he had a chance to 'deal' with his brothers' actions. Legolas could have his own shot later, if he wanted it. Or shots as the case may require.
"Galin, would you stay with the elf for a while? I need to get this sorted out before anything else happens."
She nodded and slipped into the chair Gimli had occupied most of the day.
Legolas woke to find Gimli sitting beside the bed in silent contemplation. He was relieved to find all the effects of the ale except one gone from his system. When Gimli looked up at him, Legolas lifted a brow with a sheepish smile, garnering a chuckle. Gimli pointed to a door across the room, and Legolas slipped into the privy room to relieve himself.
When he exited a few minutes later, Gimli was straightening the bed covers. "Do you feel up to joining the family for dinner, Legolas? My brothers have been banned from our table, but if you are hungry we can head to the hall."
"Such actions needn't be taken, Gimli. Surely they had no idea how dwarven ale would affect an elf!" Legolas spoke with sincerity. He did not want to be a source of trouble to his friend's family. He should have monitored his drinking more closely. He only blamed himself for his condition.
"HA! They knew just what they were doing when they made sure you weren't drinking our normal ale and gave you the strongest brew we have! I'm sure it ranks up there with your elven wine! So they deserve everything they have gotten."
"Not the regular—" Legolas paused as he realized what the dwarf insinuated. "They did this on purpose?" Now he was beginning to get angry. He was loathe to find out just how much of a fool he had made of himself last night, but he had thought it was his own fault.
"Aye, they did, and they have paid for their error in judgment many times over. However, you are free to add your own retribution if you so wish." Gimli smiled an almost evil smile.
Legolas returned it. "Perhaps, we will keep them guessing as to my actions. I will be interested to see the outcome of your wrath! But first, dinner would be nice." He moved to quickly freshen up and change from his nightshirt.
When they entered the dining hall a little while later, Legolas paused as his eyes rested on Gimli's brothers, all seated together at a table alone. Every one of them black and blue from head to toe by the looks of it! And being watched by a hungry looking warg to boot.
He could not help himself; he threw his head back and laughed merrily. And he ignored the glares that came his way from under the strong brows of four angry brothers.
To Be Continued….
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