Disclaimer: I do not own LOTR, Alice In Wonderland, or the chair that I am currently sitting in.

Legolas sat quietly in his room, reading with his back resting against the windowsill. His neck was sore, screaming out in pain, but he continued to ignore it, for the book he was engulfed in was his favorite, and he was just getting to the good part. Well, one of the good parts. The story in hand was J.R.R. Tolkien's The Hobbit.
Naming him Legolas, after another of Tolkien's characters, was his mother's idea, being as she was a college professor. If only she had lived to see how spot on a resemblance he had to the elf prince. They shared the same long blonde hair, crystal blue eyes, and pale, feminine face. If only he could experience the same wild and exciting adventures.
Facing the facts that he could never enjoy such a quest he set down the novel, and let his mind drift off into the world of oblivion...

"I'm late! Oh my! And I missed second breakfast as well! Dear, what is Uncle Bilbo going to say?" Legolas's eyes opened to a strange sight. A small creature, about waist high, was running along barefoot, muttering about breakfast. This oddity, though small in stature, had rather large feet, that were covered in a thick, curly, dark hair to match that on his head. From somewhere, though he did not remember where, Legolas recognized the creature, a halfling, otherwise known as a hobbit. This hobbit, his name yet unknown, raced past Legolas, and continued on into a vast forest.
How curious, Legolas mused, it seems if I wish to know where I am, for I am no longer in my room, I must first find someone to ask. Of course, to do that, I suppose I will follow this fine young hobbit. Sighing, Legolas stood and hurried after the halfling. Really, he did not mind the adventure of the whole thing, in fact, he quite enjoyed it, but he had the slight feeling that things were about to get quite out of hand.
Loosing track of the hobbit after only a short while, Legolas had to resort to another means of trailing him. He bent down to examine the earth. It was soft, and footprints were easily found, if you were one who bothered to search. Luckily for Legolas, the hobbit left very large prints, which was not surprising, considering the size of its feet. Legolas followed the trail until he came to a large hole. The prints didn't seem to go around the hole, nor did they continue on the other side, leaving him with only one thought. To go down. Looking around him one last time, he thought Well, what's the worst that could happen? And with that, he jumped.

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If Legolas expected a long and seemingly endless fall like that of Alice Liddel in Lewis Carol's most famous piece, he was very wrong. His tumbling came to an abrupt halt when he landed face first onto a hard wood floor. Before anyone could notice, if indeed anyone was there, he pulled himself off of the polished oak and brushed himself off. Fortunately for him, the only other living creature in the room was a small moth perched on an end table. Legolas reasoned that the hobbit must have already continued on, for why would he wait up for a person he didn't even know was there? Legolas ran to the door opposite the moth, hoping to catch up. Turning the handle, he found it... Locked. Great, no way back up, he couldn't reach the hole, and he couldn't resume his journey, not without a key. Maybe he could make friends with the moth and they would sing showtunes until Legolas finally dropped dead. What a promising future, especially since he could barely breath in this cramped space. Sitting himself down, he let go of his dignity and wept like a schoolgirl.
Wait, Legolas thought, approaching the end table. Maybe, yes. Sitting next to the insect was a cigar box, and a note reading Use me. Generally, he didn't smoke, but if Miss Alice's adventures proved anything, it was that things don't always do what they're intended to. Cookies that make you shrink, and a mushroom to make you grow, so if Legolas was lucky... Geronimo!
A tingling sensation engulfed him, and he felt the walls rising around him. Finally, he was getting somewhere! ...and, he was getting wetter. His tears! He regretted being such a crybaby. He must have shrank down small enough to swim in his own bodily fluids. They washed him under the locked door in a swift rip tide. It was almost as if he was down by the ocean, for the salty taste was there, as was the sound of birds. Hold on, Legolas did not recall any birds, only a small gray moth. Then, where...?
Rubbing the liquid from his eyes, he looked before him. What a peculiar sight! A bearded man in a flowing grey coat was floating along on a green umbrella, with an assortment of colorful birds circling around him. Many were familiar, a few, not so much, but the bewildered man could have sworn that he saw a dodo bird, which couldn't have been easy, as they were extinct.
As Legolas doggie paddled closer, he heard a jumble of strange noises. They were singing! Birds gathered around the umbrella floating man, singing in rather off key harmonies.
Legolas didn't recognize the tune, but he easily caught on and joined in. After a long time of running in circles while the bearded man shouted Faster! Faster! Eventually, though, the oddball group managed to drag themselves onto dry land. Legolas was freezing, wet, and tired, but the prospect of what other strange things he would find kept him moving. He said a Quick farewell to the man, and sent a wave to the birds, before resuming his trek.
Shaking his head, Legolas smiled and turned towards his next destination. A large and green forest brimming with wildlife and (hopefully) dangerous creatures to battle drew him into its grasp, noises of strange animals filling his ears. He wandered around aimlessly for a time, stopping every so often to stare at some unusual species of plant life, or to ogle at an interesting tree. He even ran into some real "horseflies". At first, these were his favorite, but though they looked like harmless rocking horses with wings, they still bit, and it still hurt. He was actually in the process of battling off a swarm of them when he literally ran into someone.
Legolas looked up to find himself staring at...nothing, so he looked down again.
"Why hello, little hobbits," Legolas smiled, for this was what they were. In front of him were two more of the strange little men he saw earlier. These two, though, were blonder, and if it was possible, clad in more outrageous outfits. The colors were...nice, to put it simply, but though their fashion choices looked like something out of a Vogue magazine, the pair themselves looked adorable.
"Hello little Elf!" They replied, in perfect unison. Legolas didn't even notice that they had referred to him as an elf. Or called him little. "We are Meriadoc and Peregrin, at your service! Feel free to call us Merry and Pippin! would you like to hear a story? We want to tell you a story. Perhaps The Walrus and The Carpenter?" Meriadoc, Legolas guessed it was the right name, said all of the words in one breath, so not only did Legolas not understand it, but he couldn't respond, for he was rudely interrupted by the one called Peregrin.
"No, no NO! That one is too overrated! He's probably heard it, like, twice! Lets tell him about the Isildur and the One Ring!"
"He probably doesn't even know what that is!" The other yelled.
In fact, this was a story that Legolas was quite familiar with, but he enjoyed it anyways. As the story progressed, the excited duo got louder, and flailed around a bit. When they reached the part about the elves, Pippin stopped to exclaim:
"Oh! The elves! When we are done with our tale, you must tell us about Mirkwood, and King Thranduil! This, of course, was a story for another day, one that Legolas may not be able to tell. After this outburst, they managed to only get back on track with Legolas's pushing.
Finally, after many pauses and distractions, the trio of man and two hobbits sat got up to part ways. At least, that was what Legolas thought.
"Farewell!" He called over his shoulder. At this, Merry took hold f his left arm, Pippin taking his right, and attempted to pull him back towards them. Of course, the man was much stronger and swept them away. "Okay, I'll tell you what." He settled down once more. "I really need to get home, but I don't exactly know where that is from here, so, if you help me back, then I shall soon return and tell you stories." He realized that he did want to return, and really had enjoyed his day, but someone was probably worried. Pippin looked put out.
"Fine. But we don't know how to get out, so we cannot help you, but please come back quick and tell us about the elves!" Legolas rolled his eyes, wondering why he even bothered asking them for help. Oh well, he thought, and continued on his way.
Three more hours of walking later, or so he thought, Legolas was tired, weak, and very hungry. Maybe he would just stop here for a minute and sit down...

How was that? So, if I'm the narrator, then that was just the prologue. Sorry, what I wrote was short, but it will get longer. Read, rate, review, whatever. Later!