Disclaimer: I didn't write this on my own. The credit for most of this chapter at least is owed to Devie Saves.

Also, Tolkien owns Lord of the Rings. I only own my original plots and characters.

Chapter 1

Another typical day. The strangest things always seem to happen on typical days. I was roller blading down my street, thinking about the math test I had tomorrow and that I should probably study. It was a warm autumn day, and I was thoroughly happy with the wind ruffling my hair which was pulled back into a loose ponytail and the smell of the first days of fall.

I was looking down at the black street, wondering about things that most people never think about. I looked up as I reached a turn, and saw, ahead of me, someone walking down the street. I kept my eyes on him, noting the strange way he was dressed. As I got closer, I noticed that he held a bow at his side. 'What in the world?' I thought.

The man was looking around him. He wasn't saying a word, just observing, his mouth somewhat agape, as if in awe. In a second, however, he noticed my presence. His eyes widened, and in one swift motion almost too fast for the eye to see, he reached his right hand back and grabbed an arrow from the quiver on his back and notched it to his bow.

Suddenly, I realized who I was looking at. My mouth fell open and I fell to the ground as I skidded to a stop. He stood still, the arrow pointed, still, at me. I didn't move from where I lay on the ground; partially out of shock, and partially out of the will to stay alive; I didn't want to test the genuineness of the arrow he held.

Slowly, he approached me, and as I grew more and more sure, he grew more cautious. He spoke something in a strange language that I could not understand as he came but a few feet from where I lay. When I stared at him strangely, he spoke in my language. "Disarm yourself."

I slowly stood and raised my empty hands. After seeing no weapons on me, he lowered his bow to his side and replaced his arrow in his quiver. "Getting your halloween costume a little early, aren't you?" I said. He looked at me strangely. 'What's wrong with him?' I thought. "Or...are you Orlando Bloom?" I asked, my eyes widening.

"I know nothing of the name you speak, if indeed that is what it is," He said slowly. I stared at him. Why did he speak so strangely? 'This,' I thought, 'had better not be one of Devon's sick jokes!' But as I looked him over, I realized he looked, smelled, spoke and seemed one-hundred-percent Middle Earth. I took a deep breath, and suddenly the name burst out of me.

"Legolas?!"

He gave me a strange look and nodded. "I am Legolas Greenleaf of the Woodland Realm." he said formally, "You know of my name?" I could not believe it. He was the REAL deal! Legolas was actually here! The real Legolas, not Orlando!

"OH MY GOSH!" I screamed. "LEGOLAS!" His eyes widened as I flung myself at him. I felt the fabric He wore and the wood of his bow, which I think he was having second thoughts on having lowered. I stared in awe at his fair face and his golden hair. I reached up and brushed away a bit of his hair to expose his ear. My fingers felt the tip, tugging at it gently in wonder. "It's REAL!"

By this time, Legolas was looking thoroughly nervous. He backed up a step or two and put a couple feet between us. Then he looked down at my feet. "You have wheels. . ." he observed, 'On your feet!" I did everything I could to suppress a burst of laughter.

"Just shoes," I said, "Gosh...I mean...Legolas!!! How did you get HERE?"

"Get where? To this land of demons?" I tried not to laugh.

"Demons?" I asked, "Where?"

"All around!" he said, gesturing with one of his hands. "Everywhere, I cannot feel the whisper of the trees because of it. There are strange things that aren't alive, but they move." He gave a critical look around him before settling his gaze once more on me.

"Where are you going now?" I asked, deciding we could figure out how he had gotten here later..

"I know not," he answered simply.

A wide grin spread across my face and a wild plan formed in my head. "Come," I said, then I grabbed his wrist and sped off down the street.

* * *

I skated fast, but luckily Legolas was able to keep up. Duh, because he was an elf. A cute one, at that.

We reached my house, and I ran inside pulling him (though he was reluctant) behind me and slipped past my mom and up into my room. I shut the door before he could say a word and turned to him.

He glanced around. "Is this... a healing room? These bottles..." he said picking up a nail polish, "I've never seen such vividly red herbs."

"Okay," I said, ignoring him, "You can sleep in the guest room tonight."

"Sleep?"

"Come on, I'll teach you all about my world!"

"Your world?"

"Come to the garden!"

"Garden?"

I grabbed his wrist. "WHAT???" He was sweating by now and putting in a fair amount of resistance.

* * *

It was around dinnertime before I finally calmed down, and began examining the problem of keeping Legolas hidden, and feeding him. I asked him, "What do you like to eat?" He stared at me (he seemed to do that a lot) and then shook his head. "I will eat nothing of your world."

I sighed. I had done my best to explain to him about cars, computers, and pretty much everything in my world, but he was still wary of anything I presented that was different. "What will you eat then?" He opened a small bag slung across his chest, and pulled out a package wrapped in leaves.

I felt my mouth dropping open.

"Lembas bread??" He nodded, and looked at me puzzled. "You have heard of this?" I nodded, but I didn't really feel like explaining the movies or books right now. I was relieved when he didn't ask, but shocked when he broke off a tiny piece and handed it to me. I stared at it and turned it over in my hand.

He laughed at me. "If you have heard of it, then you should know it is not poison." I nodded and took a tiny nibble. At first it seemed tasteless, but as I took a slightly bigger bite, a taste I could not describe flooded my mouth. It was like the wind, the sea, the trees, and all things beautiful had been contained in this tiny morsel of bread. I thought of maple suger and candy that I liked, but nothing could compare with this!

Legolas smiled at the face I was making. "It pleases you?" I stared at him and nodded. He laughed and took a small bite himself. "This is what I shall eat."

* * *

Before I went to sleep that night my thoughts drifted over to the elf in the next room. I had tried to figure out how it was that he had come to earth, but nothing seemed to be logical. Of course, the fact that he really existed wasn't logical either, but that was beside the point.

I wondered faintly if he was king yet, but my thoughts faded into oblivion, and I drifted into a deep sleep.

* * *

I woke up with a start in the morning and rushed into the guest room. I was about to yell his name, but something stopped me.

Something wasn't right, but I couldn't put my finger on it. He looked so cute, just lying there, his eyes closed in a deep sleep. Suddenly I realized what was wrong and rushed to his side, shaking him violently.

"Legolas!" I yelled. "What's wrong?!?!?!" His lips cracked in a small smile, and his blue eyes flickered open. "I was wondering if you would leave a SLEEPING elf in peace" he said, grinning at me. "But, considering I know about Middle Earth, you didn't think I knew that elves sleep with there eyes open?" I asked, somewhat shocked at the realization that he had just played a joke on me.

"Well," Legolas said, sitting up and rubbing his forehead, "With all the lectures on 'Earth' that you gave me yesterday, I'm surprised I WAS sleeping with my eyes open."

I heard shuffling downstairs and gasped. "You have got to hide!" I realized. "Okay, I gotta go to school, so I'll find you a good place to hide today while I'm gone."

"Wha-" Legolas' protest was cut short as I yanked him out the door. I rushed him to my room, and just as my mom entered the hallway, I stuffed him in my closet.

"Sh... and don't make a sound... and don't leave this room!!! If my mom sees you..." I slammed the closet door shut as I heard my mom nearing. A muffled 'OW!!' came from the closet and I felt guilty as he pulled his finger out from between the door and the frame. "Sorry!" I whispered.

***

I walked into the kitchen after school. "Mom, I'm back!!!" No answer came, so I assumed all was well. She hadn't a clue that Legolas was here when I had left that morning, so hopefully Legolas had been wise and stayed put.

I tramped happily into my room, but almost fell after I got a couple steps inside and saw what was going on. "Fwaaa???" Was all I could muster to say at the moment. Two wide pairs of eyes stared at me.

Legolas smiled, and was about to say something, but Mom cut him off by making a couple of muffled noises from behind her gag.

"WHAT DID YOU DO!" I yelled at Legolas, who jumped a bit in surprise. He was standing beside Mom, who was tied with Elven rope to my pink swivel chair with a gag over her mouth, which was, coincidentally, a sock. There was a red strain on the floor on front of my dresser. Legolas had one of his twin knives in hand, and my mom looked utterly terrified.

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