Worst Case Scenario Chapter 1
Disclaimer: I do not own Legolas or anything else in The Lord of the Rings. I may, perhaps, own Curudin and Feadhel, I don't really know.
Legolas sulked away to his room. He had been grounded for three hundred years. It wasn't fair. All he had done was invite 80 some Lothlorien chicks over for dinner. Could he really be blamed if they trashed the caverns? Did he ask them to screw the guards? Heck no! Life just isn't fair. At least he didn't hire an entire company of men to go and moon the dwarves like Elrohir and Elladan did. And they weren't even punished! Elrond just laughed and congratulated them on a job well done. Sometimes he wished Thranduil would just back off.
He entered the room and immediately grabbed his bow and quiver from their hooks on the wall. Legolas sat on the bed, occasionally shooting an arrow at a picture of his father tacked to the door. Each arrow found its mark perfectly. It seemed to be the only thing he'd be hitting for a long time.
"Three hundred years without archery practice! Heck, I could die from grief!" he muttered to himself, glaring at the picture. Suddenly a knock at the door startled him from his glare. Legolas swiftly walked to the door and opened it. A young, elf servant girl looked up at him. "Yes," he asked, fairly annoyed.
"Master Thranduil has asked me to bring you this wood. You are to carve as many arrows as possible and will receive a new shipment each week," she stated quickly, looking into his eyes. She motioned to thirty other servant girls, each with as much wood as they could carry piled in their arms. Legolas pointed to an open closet. They dropped the wood inside, and then circled around him. All thirty-one of them stared up at him with big blue eyes and made the cutest puppy face they can muster. He fell to his knees.
"Oh, Iluvatar NO!!!" he moaned as they pulled out pens and paper. Each one stood in an orderly line, waiting to get his autograph. He only had to sign three papers, though, since all the other girls fainted when it was their turn. Legolas felt a little sorry for the three conscious ones. They had to carry all of the other girls out, so he gave them a kiss as they left. Of course, they fainted, and he had to carry them out. It's tough being the hottest elf ever to walk Arda.
"Too bad about Leggy," a voice said from outside. Legolas cringed, he hated that nickname. Whoever said it will pay dearly when he gets his hands on him.
"Yeah, but those girls were great," a second voice announced.
"I'm surprised you remember, Feadhel, as you were drunk the entire time!" Legolas called out. He walked over to the window, opened it, and looked down at his friends. "And I do believe you, Curudin, were looking up quite a few dresses." The two elves turned red as they erupted in laughter. Legolas leapt out his window and joined them.
"Greetings Prince Leggy of Mirkwood. Thank you for gracing us with your presence. We are eternally grateful that..." Feadhel started as Legolas hit him on the head quite hard. He rubbed his head as a bump started to appear. "Gah, Legolas..." He turned to Curudin, "Watch out, my friend, it looks like he has inherited the King's temper!" This only ignited another round of laughter, though.
"So, what are you doing out here, guys?" Legolas questioned.
"Well... We came to say goodbye. We're leaving for a few weeks to attend a council Elrond is holding. The Stone is making us go," Curudin replied sadly, though he cheered up as Legolas grinned. He loved it when they used the Nickname. Legolas had made it up when he was little, and there wasn't a single elf in Mirkwood who didn't know it. When Thranduil had found out what the elves were calling him behind his back, well, things weren't pretty. His reaction only made the name more fitting though. Afterwards only Legolas, Curudin, and Feadhel dared to call him that.
"Well, then I shall go too!" Legolas announced cheerfully. The others looked stunned.
"But.... the Stone! He'll kill you!" Feadhel pleaded. Legolas just shook his head.
"If I'm going to be stuck in my room for three hundred years, why not have a little fun first?" he reasoned. "Now get me a horse." The two elves rushed off as Legolas climbed back through his window. He grabbed his bow and quiver, and then went to a dresser. Legolas pulled open the first drawer, revealing two sheathed knives lying on a pile of clothing. He tied them to his back along with the bow and quiver. The prince then opened the second drawer and pulled out a long, brown cloak that he slid over himself. "I'm ready..." he muttered as he laced up his boots and climbed out the window. The other two were already waiting for him. They mounted their horses, and were off.
"99 container thingys of hobbit weed on the wall! 99 container thingys of hobbit weed!" Feadhel sang.
"Take one down, and smoke it around!" continued Curudin.
"98 container thingys of hobbit weed on the wall!!!" finished Legolas. They had already been traveling for a day and nothing exciting had happened at all. They were beginning to get ticked. "Hey, do you guys remember when I turned 1,500? That was great!"
"How could we forget? You were still drunk two weeks later!" laughed Curudin.
"I'm just glad Mithrandir was there. He's the one that gave us those fireworks for the party, remember?" Feadhel grinned.
"And then we set them off in the dwarf caves! It was hilarious!" Curudin was overcome with laughter as his face turned red. The others broke out in laughter as well. The trip continued...
Disclaimer: I do not own Legolas or anything else in The Lord of the Rings. I may, perhaps, own Curudin and Feadhel, I don't really know.
Legolas sulked away to his room. He had been grounded for three hundred years. It wasn't fair. All he had done was invite 80 some Lothlorien chicks over for dinner. Could he really be blamed if they trashed the caverns? Did he ask them to screw the guards? Heck no! Life just isn't fair. At least he didn't hire an entire company of men to go and moon the dwarves like Elrohir and Elladan did. And they weren't even punished! Elrond just laughed and congratulated them on a job well done. Sometimes he wished Thranduil would just back off.
He entered the room and immediately grabbed his bow and quiver from their hooks on the wall. Legolas sat on the bed, occasionally shooting an arrow at a picture of his father tacked to the door. Each arrow found its mark perfectly. It seemed to be the only thing he'd be hitting for a long time.
"Three hundred years without archery practice! Heck, I could die from grief!" he muttered to himself, glaring at the picture. Suddenly a knock at the door startled him from his glare. Legolas swiftly walked to the door and opened it. A young, elf servant girl looked up at him. "Yes," he asked, fairly annoyed.
"Master Thranduil has asked me to bring you this wood. You are to carve as many arrows as possible and will receive a new shipment each week," she stated quickly, looking into his eyes. She motioned to thirty other servant girls, each with as much wood as they could carry piled in their arms. Legolas pointed to an open closet. They dropped the wood inside, and then circled around him. All thirty-one of them stared up at him with big blue eyes and made the cutest puppy face they can muster. He fell to his knees.
"Oh, Iluvatar NO!!!" he moaned as they pulled out pens and paper. Each one stood in an orderly line, waiting to get his autograph. He only had to sign three papers, though, since all the other girls fainted when it was their turn. Legolas felt a little sorry for the three conscious ones. They had to carry all of the other girls out, so he gave them a kiss as they left. Of course, they fainted, and he had to carry them out. It's tough being the hottest elf ever to walk Arda.
"Too bad about Leggy," a voice said from outside. Legolas cringed, he hated that nickname. Whoever said it will pay dearly when he gets his hands on him.
"Yeah, but those girls were great," a second voice announced.
"I'm surprised you remember, Feadhel, as you were drunk the entire time!" Legolas called out. He walked over to the window, opened it, and looked down at his friends. "And I do believe you, Curudin, were looking up quite a few dresses." The two elves turned red as they erupted in laughter. Legolas leapt out his window and joined them.
"Greetings Prince Leggy of Mirkwood. Thank you for gracing us with your presence. We are eternally grateful that..." Feadhel started as Legolas hit him on the head quite hard. He rubbed his head as a bump started to appear. "Gah, Legolas..." He turned to Curudin, "Watch out, my friend, it looks like he has inherited the King's temper!" This only ignited another round of laughter, though.
"So, what are you doing out here, guys?" Legolas questioned.
"Well... We came to say goodbye. We're leaving for a few weeks to attend a council Elrond is holding. The Stone is making us go," Curudin replied sadly, though he cheered up as Legolas grinned. He loved it when they used the Nickname. Legolas had made it up when he was little, and there wasn't a single elf in Mirkwood who didn't know it. When Thranduil had found out what the elves were calling him behind his back, well, things weren't pretty. His reaction only made the name more fitting though. Afterwards only Legolas, Curudin, and Feadhel dared to call him that.
"Well, then I shall go too!" Legolas announced cheerfully. The others looked stunned.
"But.... the Stone! He'll kill you!" Feadhel pleaded. Legolas just shook his head.
"If I'm going to be stuck in my room for three hundred years, why not have a little fun first?" he reasoned. "Now get me a horse." The two elves rushed off as Legolas climbed back through his window. He grabbed his bow and quiver, and then went to a dresser. Legolas pulled open the first drawer, revealing two sheathed knives lying on a pile of clothing. He tied them to his back along with the bow and quiver. The prince then opened the second drawer and pulled out a long, brown cloak that he slid over himself. "I'm ready..." he muttered as he laced up his boots and climbed out the window. The other two were already waiting for him. They mounted their horses, and were off.
"99 container thingys of hobbit weed on the wall! 99 container thingys of hobbit weed!" Feadhel sang.
"Take one down, and smoke it around!" continued Curudin.
"98 container thingys of hobbit weed on the wall!!!" finished Legolas. They had already been traveling for a day and nothing exciting had happened at all. They were beginning to get ticked. "Hey, do you guys remember when I turned 1,500? That was great!"
"How could we forget? You were still drunk two weeks later!" laughed Curudin.
"I'm just glad Mithrandir was there. He's the one that gave us those fireworks for the party, remember?" Feadhel grinned.
"And then we set them off in the dwarf caves! It was hilarious!" Curudin was overcome with laughter as his face turned red. The others broke out in laughter as well. The trip continued...