From Below the Ground
My eyes fluttered open, and I quickly tried to spring up. Painful blue light cackled all over my body. I fell to the floor. I looked down and saw my hands and feet bound with blue energy. I looked to a wall and saw my bow and knives.
Suddenly, a door flew open, and in came a man, no, a boy strode into the room. He spoke to me in a dark, demanding voice, "Who are you and where have you come from."
"Legolas," I quickly said, then realized my mistake. I didn't know this man. How did I know he wouldn't attack me. He already had me restrained. "Legolas Turner," then realizing whose name that was.
"And where do you come from Legolas Turner," he asked. "I was about to get in my fighter when I found you lying unconscious in it."
"I come from middle earth, and I was on my way to defeat Sauron when Pippin, that klutz, pointed Gandalf's staff at me. I fell unconscious and found myself here."
In a flash, a blue stream of light flashed from the stick that was hanging from his belt. He pointed it inches away from my face.
"Who do you serve, Republic or Separatists."
"I have no knowledge of either one of them."
"The Force tells me you are not lying." He retracted the light and replaced the stick on his belt. "The force is strong in you."
"The what?"
"It binds the universe together."
"Like rope?"
"I think of it more like duck tape."
"I won't ask."
He undid my bindings and released me. I shook his hand.
"I am Jedi Knight Anakin, the chosen one."
"I am Legolas Greenleaf, Prince of Mirkwood."