Based on movies and information I liked from fanfictions
Warning: Mentions of swearing but no crude language
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  To the mortal ear the forest was almost silent. The only sounds heard was the small song of the cicadas and the occasional whistle of a bird. But to the immortal being who stood crouched in the branches, the forest was full of a symphony of sounds. They were not so loud that they were over bearing, each holding it's own soft whisper. The pointed ears pin pointed the light trek of a dear, the small huff of a bear, the whispers of the plants and trees around him.

  Through the song of the wood the warrior picked out the harsh tramp of footsteps that did not belong in the forest. He could hear the cries of the plants as their branches were snapped and leaves were torn. His sharp blue gaze narrowed and he slowly raised his bow. He drew an arrow from his quiver as the tromping outsider growled deep in his throat, cries of the creatures scurrying away sounded as the fair archer gently brushed the feathers on the end of the arrow.

  He waited patiently, his keen gaze focused on where the harsh clank of the intruders weapons were coming from. The archer carefully slid the arrow onto the bow's string, notching it before aiming with patience and precision. He waited. One heart beat. Two. His heart moved quickly in his chest with adrenaline, his eyes slitted as he drew his arm back.

  There was the soft twang from the bowstring as the arrow was let fly, it cut through the air quickly and its target remained oblivious until its tip pierced the tunic of the creature, catching the fabric and pinning him to a tree. He let out an enraged roar as he yanked at the armoured clothing, anger spurring inside him as he searched wildly for his attacker. Dwarvish curses erupted from the short being's mouth as he tried to yank the arrow out from the tree.

  "My apologies my friend." The melodious voice were full of mirth and the gentle sound of feet hitting the branches entered into the scene as the archer landed on the ground nimbly. Blue gaze twinkled with mischief and a smile quirked at his perfect lips. "I did not realize you were there."

  "Are elves so daft they can't tell beetle from a full grown dwarf!" The auburn-locked creature bellowed.

  "I was talking to the tree." The dwarf's elven companion retorted smoothly, his shining golden hair fell forward as he bent to touch his hand to the bark of the tree. "I meant no harm, mellon nin. My only wish was to stop the clumsy dwarf from becoming more destructive." The elf dragged his gaze from the tree to look pointedly at his companion.

  Another enraged shout erupted from the recipient of the gaze.

  "Whatever has happened this time Gimli, it better be good. You are making so much racket that you'll attract every foul beast in middle earth!" The rough tone of a man cut off more shouting. Unlike the elf and the dwarf who's common tongue was accented in their native undertones his was fluent in man's tongue.

  "Legolas shot one of his blasted arrows at me!" Gimli turned his furious beady eyes to the newcomer. He emerged from the underbrush, clothed in dark colours. His sword gleamed on his hilt and he brandished a bow on his back. His cloak bore a hood that was pulled over his scraggly dark hair but as he raised his head, grey eyes pierced the two before him.

   "Estel." Legolas greeted his friend calmly.

  The man raised an eyebrow as he surveyed the situation and caught sight of the arrow that had been skillfully shot so it caught the space between the links in the dwarfs chainmail.

  "I see the problem Gimli," the man tsked lightly under his breath as he drew a dagger. "Alas I cannot get you free. Not without cutting off a limb or two."

  "ARAGORN!" Legolas and Aragorn shared a look, chuckles erupting from their chests as the shortest of the three shook with rage.

  At last Aragorn grasped the end of the arrow and pulled. But he frowned when the tip did not pull free. Legolas watched, he kept a straight face but amusement seemed to glimmer at the edges of his cool featured as he watched the ranger attempt to free the dwarf. What a sight indeed.

  Aragorn sighed when his fifth attempt grew short and he let go of the arrow, turning a stern gaze to the elven prince. "Legolas?"

   Gimli grumbled as Legolas strode over, easily placing his hand in the right spot and freeing the arrow. He laid a hand on the wound it had torn in the trees bark, whispering an elven prayer to it before standing once more. He grasped the small item gently in his fingers, keen eyes observing it.

"Maybe I should keep this a token, a reminder of the time I caught a dwarf." Legolas commented breezily as he began to walk once more. Aragorn shook his head and followed while Gimli yelled indignantly from behind.

  "You better not you....you...horrible pointy-eared princeling!" Gimli cursed heavily at the elf who simply began to whistle merrily.

  "Perhaps you're right, the catch is not so grande that it would provide me any value." Legolas continued to rile the dwarf with ease. "Even a mortals weak ears could hear your tromping and muttering."

  Gimli fell silent for a moment. Aragorn had to glance back to make sure he was still there, usually the dwarf bit back with a particularly unkind remark about the elf's hair, eyes, personal hygiene, heritage, and pretty much everything which then led to an even more heated argument that caused Aragorn to have to separate the two like children.

  "Mortals do have rather weak ears." Gimli finally spoke. Aragorn whipped around, his jaw had fallen open in shock at the sudden change of events.

  "Agreed. They couldn't hear an Orc if it was yelling in their face." Legolas added to the jest, a small smirk angled Aragorn's way.

  "Why are you attacking me now?" Aragorn snapped, defensively. "I can hear perfectly fine!"

  "Ah yes, for a ranger, Strider." Gimli mused. "But that is nothing compared to the keen ears of the dwarves greatest hunters!"

  Aragorn scowled, frustration growing inside him at the realization that they were now going to start shooting insults his way. This is what he got for wishing all those nights that they would stop insulting each other.

  "Come now, Aragorn. We don't want you to get lost. You wouldn't be able to find us if we called." Legolas snickered. Laughter filled the air as Aragorn trudged after them, muttering and grumbling under his breath as their teasing continued strong.

  "I should've left Gimli in the tree."

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Translations

Mellon nin = My friend.
Estel = Hope. (Aragorn's elvish name)

Strider- another one of Aragorn's names.

I had been wanting to make a Lord of The Rings story for a very long time! There are so many amazing fanfictions out there and if anyone wants a recommendation I'd love to give them out. I jumped at the chance to make a nice one-shot for our friends from Middle Earth so of course I had to do one of The Three Hunters bickering with each other.

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