Not Another Bookshop by tree
Disclaimer: I don't own Legolas (although i wish i did) and i don't own a bookshop either - they all belong to their owners.
A/N: another story from that boring Chemistry lesson...
Legolas went along the street. He could hear the money jingling in his pocket as he walked, but it offered him no comfort. He was in mourning. He had lost his quiver and all his arrows and had no way of making more.
He glanced up and down the road, taking in every shop he could see with his Elven eyes. There was no shops selling weapons anywhere. Just bookshop after bookshop after bookshop. He hated bookshops.
Legolas turned to go home but the money in his pocket refused to let him. There was no other choice he had to go into that bookshop. With a deep breath, he stepped over the threshold of the nearest shop. Inside he stood amazed at what his eyes where showing him. Aisles and aisles filled with hundreds and hundreds of books.
Legolas ran forward and grabbed the nearest book that came to his hand. "The History of Middle Earth". Curling up on a comfy seat he settled down to read. He read and read and read and read until his eyes could no long stay open. His eyelids dropped and he fell into a deep sleep never to wake again.
And while he slept on an evil laugh filled the room.
"Muahahahahahahahahaaaa! You should have paid for the book!!!" but Legolas never heard and for him it was to late. He was trapped in the world of dreams for eternity.
A/N: ok i was in a weird mood...not my fault! ok it is but..hey!
--The End--
Disclaimer: I don't own Legolas (although i wish i did) and i don't own a bookshop either - they all belong to their owners.
A/N: another story from that boring Chemistry lesson...
Legolas went along the street. He could hear the money jingling in his pocket as he walked, but it offered him no comfort. He was in mourning. He had lost his quiver and all his arrows and had no way of making more.
He glanced up and down the road, taking in every shop he could see with his Elven eyes. There was no shops selling weapons anywhere. Just bookshop after bookshop after bookshop. He hated bookshops.
Legolas turned to go home but the money in his pocket refused to let him. There was no other choice he had to go into that bookshop. With a deep breath, he stepped over the threshold of the nearest shop. Inside he stood amazed at what his eyes where showing him. Aisles and aisles filled with hundreds and hundreds of books.
Legolas ran forward and grabbed the nearest book that came to his hand. "The History of Middle Earth". Curling up on a comfy seat he settled down to read. He read and read and read and read until his eyes could no long stay open. His eyelids dropped and he fell into a deep sleep never to wake again.
And while he slept on an evil laugh filled the room.
"Muahahahahahahahahaaaa! You should have paid for the book!!!" but Legolas never heard and for him it was to late. He was trapped in the world of dreams for eternity.
A/N: ok i was in a weird mood...not my fault! ok it is but..hey!
--The End--
