itscooltobefanficy:

All aboard the noble steed! (AKA Legolas is a fucking Disney Prince and Gimli is a poor suspicious Dwarf)

ACCOMPANYING FICLET:

Legolas had removed Arod’s tack and laid it on the grass, before springing lightly upon his back and sending him hither and thither over the yellow grass of the plains, for that was the elvish way with all beasts: to speak with creatures without tool or restraint. Gimli remained on the ground, and great suspicion was in his eyes.
“Come, Gimli!” Aragorn called down from Hasufel’s saddle. “You must ride else you will slow us down!”
“Indeed, Master Dwarf,” Legolas steered Arod to stand beside his friends. “And see: he has a coat of snow and steel! What better horse to carry a Dwarf than one the colour of iron?”
Gimli grunted, but he suffered to climb up behind Legolas and hook his thumbs into the Elf’s belt. He looked mighty uncomfortable.
“Horses!” He grumbled. “First running, then trees, and now horses! What next, shall Elves begin to tunnel and Wizards to speak plainly? Ah, well! It must be borne, so I shall bear it! Steer us well, my friend, and do not laugh overmuch!”
Legolas held his tongue (though great mirth was in his face). Shadowfax let forth a trumpeting neigh and leapt away, a swift, silver arrow streaking to the east with Gandalf crouched over his shoulders. Hasufel and Arod fanned out behind him, their hooves thundering in concert. Thus the three hunters travelled to Edoras; and so began the long association of an Elf of Mirkwood, a Dwarf of the Lonely Mountain, and a horse of Rohan with iron in his coat.