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Title: Gone Fishing
Author: Tuxedo Elf
Rating: G
Summary: Orophin discovers another of Gildor’s unusual skills. 4th in the series.
Series: Wandering Home
Orophin was baffled. He had become used to constantly crossing paths with Gildor – apparently the Valar had nothing better to do than toy with them – but he had never seen the other Elf doing something so incredibly odd before.
Wearing nothing but a loincloth – and the ever-present hat - Gildor was standing thigh-deep in the flowing waters of the Nimrodel, bent over with his hands in the water. He looked to be moving his hands slightly, though Orophin was not entirely sure.
Eventually, curiosity got the better of Orophin and he stepped forward. “What *are* you doing?” he asked in confusion.
Gildor looked up and gave Orophin a grin. “Fishing!” he said cheerfully. “The fish here are excellent, I thought I would have one for dinner.”
The confusion did not leave Orophin’s face. He had caught fish on several occasions, yet never in a manner such as this. “Does fishing not require a net?” he asked, unable to keep the sarcastic edge from his voice.
“Not always,” Gildor replied, returning his attention to the water. “I learned this trick from a tribe of men who inhabited the Havens of Umbar in the last age. With skill and patience, you can tickle the fish out of the water.”
Orophin looked nether impressed not convinced by this explanation. Elves may be swift in their movements, but this sounded quite ridiculous. Still, he was not one to turn down free entertainment. “How fascinating. Do carry on.”
“Thank you,” Gildor said dryly, deciding it was better to ignore his audience.
The fish swam by, seemingly oblivious to his presence. Gildor did not rush, not wanting to spoil the moment. Instead he waited, aware of each fish, as well as the increasingly irritated Elf on the bank.
“Is this going to take much longer?” Orophin asked irritably. “Only I have a patrol next week and I would prefer not to be late.”
It was what Gildor had been waiting for and he smiled. Barely had the words left Orophin’s lips than the ancient Elf was lifting a flapping, wriggling fish from the water. Tossing it onto the grass he waded up to the bank and stepped out, looking at Orophin with an almost unbearable expression of smugness.
“Well… that was lucky,” Orophin said weakly. He was stunned almost beyond words that Gildor had actually caught a fish in that fashion.
Crossing his arms in satisfaction, Gildor smirked at him from under the wide brim of his hat. “You did not think I could. You underestimated me.”
“It was *highly* unlikely to succeed,” Orophin protested defensively. “You cannot blame me for being sceptical.” He certainly had no intention of telling Gildor how impressed he was that he had managed it. No, that would make him even more unbearable!
“Not when you know what you are doing,” Gildor chuckled. He could see that he had unnerved the Galadhel and it was deeply satisfying, though he also felt slightly sorry for him. He was not an Elf used to being proven wrong, that much was obvious.
Bending down, he picked up the fish and dangled it in front of Orophin, a strange smile playing about his face.
“Join me for dinner?”
Orophin was surprised at the offer to say the least, but the reply seemed to come automatically and left his mouth before he even had time to consider the wisdom of his words.
“Very well, then.”
END
Author: Tuxedo Elf
Rating: G
Summary: Orophin discovers another of Gildor’s unusual skills. 4th in the series.
Series: Wandering Home
Orophin was baffled. He had become used to constantly crossing paths with Gildor – apparently the Valar had nothing better to do than toy with them – but he had never seen the other Elf doing something so incredibly odd before.
Wearing nothing but a loincloth – and the ever-present hat - Gildor was standing thigh-deep in the flowing waters of the Nimrodel, bent over with his hands in the water. He looked to be moving his hands slightly, though Orophin was not entirely sure.
Eventually, curiosity got the better of Orophin and he stepped forward. “What *are* you doing?” he asked in confusion.
Gildor looked up and gave Orophin a grin. “Fishing!” he said cheerfully. “The fish here are excellent, I thought I would have one for dinner.”
The confusion did not leave Orophin’s face. He had caught fish on several occasions, yet never in a manner such as this. “Does fishing not require a net?” he asked, unable to keep the sarcastic edge from his voice.
“Not always,” Gildor replied, returning his attention to the water. “I learned this trick from a tribe of men who inhabited the Havens of Umbar in the last age. With skill and patience, you can tickle the fish out of the water.”
Orophin looked nether impressed not convinced by this explanation. Elves may be swift in their movements, but this sounded quite ridiculous. Still, he was not one to turn down free entertainment. “How fascinating. Do carry on.”
“Thank you,” Gildor said dryly, deciding it was better to ignore his audience.
The fish swam by, seemingly oblivious to his presence. Gildor did not rush, not wanting to spoil the moment. Instead he waited, aware of each fish, as well as the increasingly irritated Elf on the bank.
“Is this going to take much longer?” Orophin asked irritably. “Only I have a patrol next week and I would prefer not to be late.”
It was what Gildor had been waiting for and he smiled. Barely had the words left Orophin’s lips than the ancient Elf was lifting a flapping, wriggling fish from the water. Tossing it onto the grass he waded up to the bank and stepped out, looking at Orophin with an almost unbearable expression of smugness.
“Well… that was lucky,” Orophin said weakly. He was stunned almost beyond words that Gildor had actually caught a fish in that fashion.
Crossing his arms in satisfaction, Gildor smirked at him from under the wide brim of his hat. “You did not think I could. You underestimated me.”
“It was *highly* unlikely to succeed,” Orophin protested defensively. “You cannot blame me for being sceptical.” He certainly had no intention of telling Gildor how impressed he was that he had managed it. No, that would make him even more unbearable!
“Not when you know what you are doing,” Gildor chuckled. He could see that he had unnerved the Galadhel and it was deeply satisfying, though he also felt slightly sorry for him. He was not an Elf used to being proven wrong, that much was obvious.
Bending down, he picked up the fish and dangled it in front of Orophin, a strange smile playing about his face.
“Join me for dinner?”
Orophin was surprised at the offer to say the least, but the reply seemed to come automatically and left his mouth before he even had time to consider the wisdom of his words.
“Very well, then.”
END
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