This is the first chapter to "When Kira found Legolas." I took the plot from a story I had first started to write but did not complete.
Hallo, that little note is from the original author but now IM here and you'll have to deal with me AmisaraII! This should be fun. If you want a full explanation, see chapter eight or nine, whichever, which is the first chapter I completed on my own. Any whoo, I'm just dropping in to do the disclaimer since the previous author could never remember.
Disclaimer: Um, I'm not Tolkien so if I understand all this correctly it means I don't own squat.
Good for me. That was short sweet and to the point. Ariba!
One day in early January while walking home from school, Kira took a detour through the snow covered woods. It was while walking through the woods that she came upon a very curious clearing. There was no snow on the ground though it was open to the sky. So engrossed in these thoughts was Kira that she did not watch her footing and tripped. Not over a log, which looking back, would have been nice, but a person. Just for future reference, nothing good ever comes of tripping over people who are lying on the ground.
Kira let out a shriek of terror, and scrambled away, fearing that she had stumbled over a dead body. She was frozen momentarily and couldn't think what to do. The person, a young man she realized, remained still though his eyes were open. Kira crawled forward slowly, flicked him on the shoulder and sprang back. Bravery was not her strong point and the fact that she was all alone was not helping.
She crawled closer to him and began to shake him vigorously. Suddenly he blinked once, then twice, and sprang up off the ground as though God himself had revived him. His eyes stayed locked on Kira and he peered at her through slitted eyes. He growled at her in a foreign language as Kira stared back unperturbed. She was letting her guard down, she knew but the man before her seemed so much less threatening when he was jabbering like a mad-man.
"Salut?" she asked timidly in French. No response. He asked something in his language again. She queried in another language and he responded with a different language from the first. They continued in this fashion for sometime until Kira had exhausted every language she knew, and even those that she spoke poorly. The man she noticed looked particularly smug when she had to stop first.
When Kira turned her back on him, he stopped her with something that sounded like a plea. Kira did not understand the words but something clicked in her head. It hit her hard and fast like a flying brick. Saviour divine, he was speaking Elvish. Or at least that's what she thought it was. She had no way of knowing, since she hadn't read every science fiction book invented by man. This was more Jordan's, her friend but also a super nerd, area of expertise.
Kira let out a groan. Of all the people she had to stumble upon (literally) she had found the weirdo of the ton who preferred speaking Elvish to a real language. Her only regret was that she had not allowed Jordan to walk home with her like she usually did. The loser (she meant that in the best possible way) probably spoke Elvish fluently. Taking a deep breath she spoke the only words of Elvish she knew: "Mae govannen….erm yo soy Kira…. mellon-nin!" trying not to twitch in exasperation of the ridiculousness of it all. This experience was awkward and degrading. By rights she shouldn't even know those few words of Elvish but Jordan must have been rubbing off on her. The man's face lit up in recognition and he rushed over to her and began to jibber away. Kira promptly held up a hand to stop him. "I don't actually speak Elvish, thank you very much.," she said shaking her head to show that she did not understand. She really had no patience for this. If this man wanted to be terminally insane then he could do it on his own time. "Look Robin Hood, I've got things to do so if you'll excuse me…I'm going to leave now." She brushed a few flakes of snow of her pants and began trudging through the snow towards her home. She walked many minutes, happy to have left the deranged fellow behind once she had ascertained he was alive. She stopped once to tie her shoes once, when she noticed there was a shadow on the snow. Wheeling around she was alarmed, though not that surprised, to see Robin Hood standing behind her and grinning sheepishly. Kira broke into a sprint and did not stop running until she reached home. Somehow stalker-boy had kept up with her. Right as she closed the door, he reached the threshold. A satisfying crunch followed.
"What do you want?" she bellowed through the windowpane at the blonde man rubbing his nose where it had hit the door.
"We must talk." He said firmly looking her in the eyes.
"You speak English!" she said accusingly knowing she had therefore made a fool of herself unnecessarily. Never again would she do a good deed and check on people who are lying half-frozen in the snow, she vowed.
"No, Westron. And Sindarin"
"And what in the hell is Westron?" He searched around for words that suited his purpose. Not finding any he said, "Please. One minute. One minute only." Kira eyed him warily, fully aware that there was no reason for her to trust him at all. But he looked so desperate and he had been out n the cold for so long…. Kira unlocked the bolt and allowed him to step inside.
Kira had ever so kindly made them both hot chocolate. The stranger was sipping his with gusto. Instead of using the handle of the mug, he wrapped all his long fingers around the cup. She allowed herself a smile. He was pleasing enough to look at. Let's make that very pleasing. With his long hair framing his face, and a chocolate mustache gracing his upper lip, he could have given any Swiss-Miss model a run for their money.
But, as interesting as this was, she would not sit with a stranger in her kitchen for the whole evening so she decided to get to the point. "Kirawen," she said pointing to herself to try and indicate that that was her given name. She pointed at him and waited.
"Legolas," he said and pointed at his nose. Weird name, she thought to herself. It matches his get up perfectly. But determined not to spoil their progress, she pressed on at least happy they were getting somewhere. "What do you need?" she asked slowly. This encounter had to be one of the strangest things ever to happen to her. It is not everyday that you find a grown man in the middle of France who doesn't speak French, knows hardly any English dressed like a fool escaped from a Robin Hood convention.
"Take you." He said with a brisk nod. Kira twitched just a little. Realizing he had misspoken, he tried again. "Tell you."
"Tell me what?" Kira said, trying to keep the puzzlement out of her voice. He actually knew her? So this meeting wasn't all chance. Odd….
"Elf." He stated flatly. Kira waited for him to finish, but he said no more. Kira sighed. This made no sense. "Are you done then?" He looked alarmed.
"No! Elf!" he said more urgently.
"I don't understand your blithering! And the fact that you're speaking in sentence fragments doesn't help."
"You are an elf," he gritted out, seemingly embarrassed by this chastisement. Thinking he was still just jumbling his words, Kira stood in resignation. This wasn't going to work. "Come with me," she said, beckoning with her hand that he should follow. He stood gracefully from her small table and looked longingly at the cup of chocolate before turning and falling in step behind her.
She led him to her living room and told him to sit on the couch. Going over to one of the mahogany bookcases crammed with books, she drew out one particular title; 'English for dummies!' She was notoriously bad at English as all her friends knew, and that knowledge had resulted in this particular gaga gift. It was a long shot but the more but the more he spoke of a language that she could understand, the better.
Kira placed a couple of English dictionaries and workbooks beside him as well before leaving the room. She tidied the kitchen, and then went to her room to reflect. What was she doing letting a stranger into the house? How was it possible that he really only spoke Elvish well? Was this all a plot to lure her gullible self into some kind of trap?
Well he was already in the house so if he really wanted to kill her he certainly had his chance to do the dirty deed. A couple of hours had passed and so she decided that now she really wanted some answers. Kira grabbed the knife that she always kept under her bed in case of thieves and started downstairs to face him.
Legolas sighed in relief. He knew Kira did not trust him and he had a few questions with him. These old books ere the best chance at communication and he had perused them thoroughly in the last few hours. They were in common, but he had the nagging suspicion that whoever had wrote this had started making up words half way through. Honestly, what the hell was a warthog?
Then there was her house. It was huge! Why did one tiny little person need so much space? And he saw no evidence of a fireplace, though the drink (Valar, it was good.) she had given him was warm.
Thoroughly satisfied that they would now be able to communicate, Legolas began his search for Kira. They met on the staircase that led to the upstairs. He noticed the ill concealed knife in her sleeve but ignored it. She was just a human, and a girl at that. " " How are you Kira. I am LegolasThranduilion and Lady Galadriel has asked me to escort you home." He checked one of the books to make sure his speech was on point.
Kira's confused voice interrupted his musings.
"But I am home…." Legolas felt his eyes strain at the effort it took not to roll them.
"I don't mean this house, I mean to the elf haven of the Golden Wood."
