Cibbwin

Hullo, all! This is my first story post.

Anyway, my story is set in the LoTR universe. To be precise, with a particular elf from Mirkwood.

Note that these characters are not Tolkien's. They are based off of my friends in real life, and I wrote it mainly for them. However, I've been told that my writing is good, so I figured I should post it!

Also note that the 'Gimli' in this story is not Gimli Elf-friend. This is his "son," Gimli Cibbwin, who was adopted by Legolas. And the 'Alora' in this story is not our favourite hobbit thief from BG, this is just a hobbit lass who happens to be Legolas' wife.

Sounds silly and cheesy, but bear with me. I hope you'll enjoy the story!

P.S.: A little dictionary of Sindarin I use in the story:
Ch. 2:
ada ? dad
elei velui ? sweet dreams
Ch. 3:
fangon ? bearded one
Ch. 4:
adar dithen ? little father
iesten ? please (I desire)
meleth nin ? my love
Halraun ? lit. fire-errant

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I ? Prejudice

?Dis? Dis Stormfoot, is that you?? Gimli said as seriously as he could muster. ?I?m sorry, but the dwarf I know by that name has a much fuller beard than your stringy mess.?
Dis leveled a glare at her old friend. ?Lookit you, boy! Cannae even grow a moustache. Disgrace to yer clan, ye are.?
Gimli let out a laugh. ?Good to see you, too!? he exclaimed, and the two met in a fierce embrace. She cuffed his head and he looked down at the weapon strapped to her belt.
?A sword, Dis? And a dull one at that? And she says I?m the blasphemer!? Gimli said, looking back at his mother. In truth, the sword was a beautiful piece, gleaming in the moonlight that peeked through the canopy of trees overhead.
?Bah! At least I don? live with elves!? She stuck her nose close to Gimli and made a face. ?Ye even smell like the useless pointy-ears.? Alora could feel Varno stiffen at her side, and Legolas shake with suppressed laughter. She couldn?t help grinning herself as she looked the dwarf-maid down.
Although more masculine than most of the male elves Alora had seen in Thranduil?s halls, Dis was without a doubt a female dwarf. She wore a dress of deep blue under her long mail hauberk, an elegant chain shirt embossed with sapphires that matched the color of her small, keen eyes. She wore a coif of the same shining mail that hugged her head more like a tressure than a war-hood. Her sky-blue cloak and its gold tassels proclaimed her royalty. Her beard was, contrary to Gimli?s insult, a well-combed, manicured and beaded thing, the same dark chestnut color as her flowing hair.
?My son, aren?t you going to introduce your Lord and Lady?? Alora called, a smile still playing at the ends of her lips. Dis looked up at this proclamation.
?Aye, come on, ye runt! Don?t make me drag ye,? Dis said, smiling fondly at her cousin.
The dwarf princess and her small entourage stepped behind Gimli. ?My Lord Legolas, I wish you to meet my cousin Dis II Stormfoot, daughter of Dain Ironfoot. Cousin, Legolas Greenleaf, my sire.?
Legolas stepped forward and bowed to the princess. ?My Lady, welcome to our Woodland Realm! The hobbit next to me is Alora, my Queen.?
Alora bowed to Dis and held out her hand. ?Welcome, good woman! We give thanks for your coming.?
Dis bowed and kissed Alora?s hand. ?Thank ye for inviting me! My da had only good things to say about the two of ye, and I was only waiting for the chance to meet ye.
?I forget my manners, though. This here,? she said, motioning to a dwarf wearing a white beard and a lute, ?is Hakoldef, a skald of my da?s halls.?
Hakoldef stepped forward and bowed. Gimli took his hand and shook vehemently. ?It is a pleasure to have you here, Lord!?
Hakoldef said nothing, but smiled. ?Aye, cousin,? Dis grinned, ?I figured you?d enjoy his company! That sour lookin? fellow,? she said, motioning toward a dwarf with hair and eyes the colour of flame, ?is Lamli, one of our best blacksmiths. He isn?t the most pleasant fellow, but ye asked for our best smith, and I brought ?im.?
Lamli looked at the hand Legolas offered and sniffed. ?Girl, don? expect me to help this pansy twig!?
Dis chuckled, a sound utterly void of joy. ?I expect ye to work off yer debt, you fool.? Lamli glared at his King?s daughter, but said nothing more. ?Finally, this good woman here is Narendy, my handmaid, my cook and my bodyguard.?
A dwarf woman with short stature and a shorter beard grinned. ??Tis good to meet ye, Legolas! Dis told me that she wouldn?t need me while under your roof, but I told her to beware of yer charms. Turns out I was right!?
To Gimli?s surprise, both Legolas and Alora chuckled. ?Indeed, my Lady! Take no worry, however, your mistress will be safe in my care.?
?I have no doubt about that, Lord Greenleaf.?
Legolas motioned with his hand. ?Come on in, come on in! I am sure that you are tired from your trek. Did you have any trouble crossing the river??
?Nay, milord. Although I?m probably the wors? person with directions, Hakoldef has traveled extensively. He found the Elf-path easily enough.?
?Ah, it?s a good thing you brought him, then! Varno, would you please take the dwarves? mule to the stables??
Varno did not exactly look pleased to being reduced to a stable boy, but he nodded and took the reins from Narendy.
?Right pleasant fellow, that one. Seems to me that we won? be welcomed with open arms by the other elves, will we?? Dis said matter-of-factly.
?I am not going to try and sugarcoat the truth, my Lady: My people are still not as unprejudiced as I had hoped. It took them no small amount of time to accept your cousin and my wife as their lords, and there are still factions who oppose them and me.?
?Aye, I figured as such. ?Tis not like my people can claim to be unblemished. Narendy here,? she said, putting her arm over the shorter woman?s shoulders, ?would follow me into a dragon?s belly if need be, and Hakoldef has met elves before. None others accepted my offer to come meet ye, though.? As if to drive that point home, Lamli spat at Varyar?s feet. The elf glared daggers at the dwarf but said nothing.
Dis? eyebrows rose in amusement. ?Well! Who is this elf who can resist Lamli?s tauntin? so well??
Varyar bowed. ?I am Varyar, Lady Stormfoot. Varno and I are Lord Greenleaf?s throne guards. The third elf is Maré, the Queen?s personal guard.?
Dis nodded her head. ??Tis good to meet ye. ?Tis a good thing you?ve learned to ignore Lamli so soon, he?ll be nothin? but trouble. But he is our best.? Lamli chuckled and kicked a rock absently.
?Hopefully, Legolas, we can work on bringin? our people together,? Dis said, hope and remorse mingling in her voice.
?Ye are right, though, the trip was tiring. Could we join ye in your halls? I think we?d all like to have stone over our heads again.? Even Lamli nodded his agreement.
?Of course! The night in this wood is dangerous, so it would be better if we went inside. Most of my people have retired, but we can have a quick meal and be off to bed, if you wish.?
?Aye, that would be great! I have been waitin? ages to see the halls my da spoke so fondly of.?
?Well, then come on! Let us not tarry anymore.? Varno returned to the group, still looking disgusted. ?My animal didn? give ye any trouble, did it, elf?? Narendy asked. Varno sniffed and took his place by Alora. She patted his hand and rolled her eyes slightly.
?Come.? The elves, the dwarves and the hobbit stepped through the Great Gates and made their way to the throne room.