Writer's Note: I am not looking for accuracy here. In fact, if you want to correct any of my historical or fantasy facts, then please be forewarned that I will most likely ignore them. I am a big fan of breaking the rules. That, and Legolas. So ha. ^_^
Disclaimer: Though it goes without saying during the course of my rants that I do not own The Lord of the Rings or any of the things that go on in it, I DO however, have a very active imagination and enjoy changing things for my own benefit. But don't sue me. You'd get a pretty lousy penny indeed.
NOTE: This story takes place at a time when Legolas had that cute innocence before the whole Fellowship thing started, BUT he is well acquainted with those that were in it. (So I guess post First Movie, but with things a little more normal and people still alive.) I don't know anymore. All you gotta worry about is Legolas!
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Leila Winters
Fake age: 25
Fake occupation: none
Official Title: Computer Nerd.
Leila sits at her computer and reads tons of stupid stories on a bunch of characters that really don't exist. She doesn't mind. She dabbles in anime, parodies, and fantasies. Ah, but little does she know that her recluse-of-a-life is going to change in just a few short hours.
You see, just three days ago, Leila discovered that she could control things that happened in her fantasy worlds. This got her very excited. She knew that if she could get things to be her way, she would be a whole lot happier and show those pathetic excuses for people how to do REAL parodies.
And then she realized that she left the microwave running for ten minutes and rushed to grab her bubbling veggie soup that was cooked carefully in a microwave-safe bowl.
Leila sipped her beefy consommé portion and scrolled down on her computer, so that she could continue reading up on her dearest Prince of Mirkwood.
Blushing slightly, Leila let out a small squeal, "Oh, Legolas, how could these people be so cruel to you?"
The universe works in strange ways. Somehow, it left a strange hole in the fabric of time and space sitting just inches from Leila's computer monitor. Why nobody spotted it before today is beyond me, but let's not nitpick, now shall we?
In distress, Leila leaned in very close to her computer screen and clenched all of her muscles in suspense, when suddenly, she felt herself melt. Not that lovey-dovey feeling, nor the physical torment of actually melting like hot candle wax, but a soft, warm feeling…like she was transcending through various fantasies.
Opening her eyes, Leila noticed that she wasn't in her humble abode in Koytropolis anymore. She had somehow transported to a strange and mossy forest.
Leila took a look around in awe of the beauty of the place. "Huh. Interesting."
And then, upon closer inspection she realized she was not in a forest, but a slightly wooded area, that while not really wooded, had more moss than wood. And the trees that were around were actually little saplings that were growing upon immense cliffs that held a massive city. Rivendell.
"Hmm. That's interesting."
Instead of worrying and doing a lot of crying, Leila plodded towards the beautiful city.
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Legolas Greenleaf
Real age: unknown
Real occupation: currently unemployed…
Official Title: Prince of Mirkwood
Legolas let loose another barrage of arrows which shot cleanly through the center of several apples that were being tossed into the air.
"Isn't it about time you took a break, Prince?" Mimi, a young elven servant crept up behind the tall blonde elf. "No offense, sir, but you've been at it for three hours and your parents say that it's about time for you to find something else to do."
The prince gave the girl a glance before continuing with his archery. "And why would they say that? Do they dislike me excelling my father in this practice?"
Mimi looked nervously around. "Um, no, sir. But your hands are bleeding and blistered from so much work. You should rest them for another day."
Legolas sighed and motioned for his other servants to stop the exercise. "Mimi, tell Mother and Father that I will be going on a walk. I will return for supper."
"Yes, sir."
With that, the prince stalked off for more adventures. He found himself wandering a slightly less traveled by trail and found himself coming closer to a girl sitting on a rock and talking to herself in despair.
"Geez, this place is mossy."
Okay. Well, if not despair, certainly peevishness.
The girl continued to mutter to herself and did not notice Legolas approach from behind.
"Excuse me," a gentle voice began.
Leila tensed and looked cautiously behind her. Her eyes changed to a sparkle. "Wow. You have a striking resemblance to Orlando Bloom. You know the guy?"
The prince gave her a perplexed look. "Um…I do not believe so. Is he an elf?"
Leila shrugged. "No, not really. He's more human than anything, but some will argue against even that."
"I see…" Legolas replied, not really seeing.
"Where am I, anyways? Rivendell?"
"Uh…yes. Are you having trouble finding your way?"
"Not really. But I sure could use some company."
The prince nodded. "Then I will be the one to accompany you."
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"So, Leila, where do you come from?" Legolas led the way towards the city of elves, his wispy hair blowing gently in the wind.
The girl gave her favorite little elf her best smile. "Not from here, that's for sure. In fact, I sort of stumbled upon this place."
"What were you seeking?"
"An adventure."
"Ah. Won't your family miss you, then?"
Leila gave a shrug. "Not really. I live alone in a small apartment with friends and family hardly stopping by. They're used to me disappearing for some periods of time. How about you? Why are your fingers bleeding?"
The prince actually looked sheepish. "I was practicing for too long with my bow and arrow."
"I hear you're quite proficient with that weapon."
"Oh? Does my reputation precede me?"
"Sort of. The Legendary Legolas Greenleaf. I know more about you from watching you than from actually hearing about you."
The prince looked surprised. "Have we met before?"
Leila smiled. "No." And she walked ahead of him to explore the city, leaving Legolas grinning gently before following.
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Human and elf walked around the city speaking of many things. They even talked about soap.
Leila looked curiously at Legolas. "Y'know, you smell pretty good for a guy."
"I do enjoy being clean. It must be the soap I use. Mint and Lavender, my mother's favorite."
"Mint and Lavender, huh? Sounds pretty girly."
The prince gave the girl a surprised look. "Really?"
"On you, it's very attractive. But where I come from, a guy would probably get punched in the face smelling like that…or at least looked at funny."
"What sort of soaps do the men in your world use?"
"Well, they tend to like things like cinnamon, orange spice and cool water."
Legolas looked curious. "Your people have captured the scent of cool water?"
"Not quite."
Disappointment was etched in the elf's features. "Oh," He immediately brightened, however, when he discovered that they were in front of a certain vendor that he had been seeking.
The woman behind the flat rock smiled at the prince's approach. "Ah, my Prince of Mirkwood. What can I do to help you today?"
Legolas smiled politely. "An outfit for the lady to wear, and one to sleep in."
Leila looked shocked. "What? Oh no! I'm fine. You don't have to worry about me."
The prince shook off all of the girl's protests. "You will look out of place indeed wandering around in…what did you call them?"
"Boxers."
"Yes, boxers and a tank top. You have already begun to draw attention to yourself by being a human—it doesn't make any sense to draw more attention by being improperly dressed."
The girl looked embarrassed. "Yes. Okay. But I'm afraid I'll need some shoes, too." Leila looked down at her feet, which were decked out in blue fuzzy slippers.
"Yes, I was thinking that as well. Very curious shoes. What animal did they come from? I've never seen anything of the like."
"Um…it's just cotton."
"Are you certain?"
"Yeah. That's what the tag says."
"Hmm. Interesting."
"That's what I said."
After retrieving and changing into a brown tunic and matching brown pants, Leila felt a whole lot better. They also managed to snag some handy leather boots. Leila thought about Xena, Warrior Princess and smiled. I gotta have her weeping in New Zealand. With her elvish garb and wispy, long black hair, Leila looked very much like some warrior—all she was missing was a nifty weapon.
"Leila, I must return to my home now, or my parents will worry about me. They still haven't forgiven me for that Ring fiasco. They say that I needlessly put myself in danger with my adventures and unstable friends."
"I'll be fine. I'll just find myself something to do."
The prince looked surprised. "I couldn't allow you to wander through the city alone. Especially since you are not familiar with its quirks. You may use my room. You must be tired from all your adventures today. You should rest."
Not at all willing to miss such an opportunity, Leila replied lamely with an "okay."
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"Son, it is time for you to find a wife."
The prince looked up from his meal in surprise. "What? Already? But Father—"
His mother gently interrupted him. "Now, Legolas. You know that we have had an alliance with our neighboring elven city…"
"Mother, no!" The prince actually looked mortified.
"Yes. We have arranged a marriage between you and another family of noble blood."
"What is her name?"
"Sayamir, I believe it was," said the prince's father, taking a drink of his wine.
His mother's eyes glowed with excitement. "She is very anxious to meet you, my son. She cannot wait to hear more of your adventures with the orcs and the hobbits."
"Mother, you know I have no interest in marriage."
His father spoke this time, "But you must! An heir must be produced!"
"She will be arriving in Rivendell in three days."
Legolas stood up, his supper no longer enjoyable. "I'm sorry, but I must excuse myself. Good evening, Father, Mother," and the prince stalked off to his room in a foul mood.
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The prince entered his chamber quietly, as most elves do, and proceeded to take off his gauntlets. He turned to look at his large bed and found—curled innocently in the center—the girl sleeping soundly. A smile formed on the elf's lips. He turned to go out onto the adjoining balcony.
Leaning against the banister, Legolas gazed into the night, thinking of this upcoming problem. He could not avoid marriage forever. But still…
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^_^ I hope it wasn't too bad! Don't worry, just because, it's a Mary Sue, does not mean that I'll be anyone's true love! (Ha…like that'd ever happen…) I hope it made some people smile!!! Next time: Legolas' and his arriving fiancée.