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Chapter 1:
Frodo Baggins was walking home with his best friend Sam Gamgee, they had just gotten back from the tavern and they were both a little drunk. It took them awhile to get to Frodo's house, because they both kept falling over each others feet. They spent half their time laughing at the others stupidity, then the other half trying to get up. It was quite entertaining to watch.
"Mr. Frodo... I suggest that you do not walk back to your house by yourself. You might hurt yourself." Sam said, his words were a little slurred.
"Saaam, I won't hurt myself. It's not like I'm going to fall down the hill or anything, WOAH!" Frodo screamed as he fell face forward into a pile of manure.
Sam fell to the ground laughing. Once he realized he was on the ground again he cursed himself. It took him 20 minutes to stand up again. And by that time, Frodo was almost up himself.
Frodo started walking towards his house. He said his good byes to Sam and waddled up the steps into Bag End. He walked into the house and started getting ready for bed.
While he was combing his hair, he looked at himself in the mirror. He REALLY took a good look at himself. "God what I would give to be an elf for just one day." He said to himself.
He pondered with the thought for a little bit, but he laughed it off silently. "There's no way," he said.
He sighed and crawled into bed. And crept off into the dreams... where at least there he can be a tall, graceful, beautiful elf.....
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Frodo woke up with the sun shining bright on his face. `That's odd,' he thought. `There isn't a window near my bed at Bag End. What's up with this?' He then noticed that he didn't have a terrible headache from all the ale last night. He shrugged off the thought and stretched out his limbs. But froze in mid stretch.
His limbs were too long. `What's going on here?' He thought. He hadn't opened his eyes yet, because they were too sensitive to the light. He then noticed, not only that he seemed to feel stretched out, but that there was something resting on his chest.
His eyes flew open, he looked down at his body. It was pure white, and was over 6 feet in length. `This isn't right,' he thought, `I'm not this tall.'
It was then when he also noticed that there was a woman lying against his chest. A very nice muscled chest he had now too. Narrow, but toned to perfection. But this wasn't any ordinary woman laying on him, it was an elf.
Frodo started to panic, "What the hell is happening?" He said aloud. The elf lying on his chest moaned and rolled over onto her other side telling him to shut up.
"Where am I?" He yelled.
"Will you shut up already! You should know where you are! You are in Mirkwood... crazy elf." She muttered.
"MIRKWOOD???!!!" Screamed Frodo. He jumped up from the bed and screamed when he noticed that the body he was in was completely naked. He pulled the sheets off of the sleeping elf and used them to cover himself. Frodo was about 500% freaked out now.
"Who are you?" He screamed at the Elven female. "Are you supposed to be my wife?"
"Oh Lord no, if your wife knew that I was here she would probably have me killed, along with all the other girls you slept with in the past couple of days," the elf mumbled.
"Oh my God!!" He dashed around the room like a crazy person. He tripped occasionally, because he felt like he was flying when he ran. His feet didn't seem to touch the ground at all. He spotted a mirror in the corner and ran over to it. He looked at it and screamed.
"HOLY SHIT I'M LEGOLAS!!!"
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**Hey people. Please review so far. I am a wuss, so don't flame me please. Do you want to see Mr. Legolas' reaction? Please review to tell me. thanks!!! PLEASE R&R!!!!**
Chapter 1:
Frodo Baggins was walking home with his best friend Sam Gamgee, they had just gotten back from the tavern and they were both a little drunk. It took them awhile to get to Frodo's house, because they both kept falling over each others feet. They spent half their time laughing at the others stupidity, then the other half trying to get up. It was quite entertaining to watch.
"Mr. Frodo... I suggest that you do not walk back to your house by yourself. You might hurt yourself." Sam said, his words were a little slurred.
"Saaam, I won't hurt myself. It's not like I'm going to fall down the hill or anything, WOAH!" Frodo screamed as he fell face forward into a pile of manure.
Sam fell to the ground laughing. Once he realized he was on the ground again he cursed himself. It took him 20 minutes to stand up again. And by that time, Frodo was almost up himself.
Frodo started walking towards his house. He said his good byes to Sam and waddled up the steps into Bag End. He walked into the house and started getting ready for bed.
While he was combing his hair, he looked at himself in the mirror. He REALLY took a good look at himself. "God what I would give to be an elf for just one day." He said to himself.
He pondered with the thought for a little bit, but he laughed it off silently. "There's no way," he said.
He sighed and crawled into bed. And crept off into the dreams... where at least there he can be a tall, graceful, beautiful elf.....
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Frodo woke up with the sun shining bright on his face. `That's odd,' he thought. `There isn't a window near my bed at Bag End. What's up with this?' He then noticed that he didn't have a terrible headache from all the ale last night. He shrugged off the thought and stretched out his limbs. But froze in mid stretch.
His limbs were too long. `What's going on here?' He thought. He hadn't opened his eyes yet, because they were too sensitive to the light. He then noticed, not only that he seemed to feel stretched out, but that there was something resting on his chest.
His eyes flew open, he looked down at his body. It was pure white, and was over 6 feet in length. `This isn't right,' he thought, `I'm not this tall.'
It was then when he also noticed that there was a woman lying against his chest. A very nice muscled chest he had now too. Narrow, but toned to perfection. But this wasn't any ordinary woman laying on him, it was an elf.
Frodo started to panic, "What the hell is happening?" He said aloud. The elf lying on his chest moaned and rolled over onto her other side telling him to shut up.
"Where am I?" He yelled.
"Will you shut up already! You should know where you are! You are in Mirkwood... crazy elf." She muttered.
"MIRKWOOD???!!!" Screamed Frodo. He jumped up from the bed and screamed when he noticed that the body he was in was completely naked. He pulled the sheets off of the sleeping elf and used them to cover himself. Frodo was about 500% freaked out now.
"Who are you?" He screamed at the Elven female. "Are you supposed to be my wife?"
"Oh Lord no, if your wife knew that I was here she would probably have me killed, along with all the other girls you slept with in the past couple of days," the elf mumbled.
"Oh my God!!" He dashed around the room like a crazy person. He tripped occasionally, because he felt like he was flying when he ran. His feet didn't seem to touch the ground at all. He spotted a mirror in the corner and ran over to it. He looked at it and screamed.
"HOLY SHIT I'M LEGOLAS!!!"
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
**Hey people. Please review so far. I am a wuss, so don't flame me please. Do you want to see Mr. Legolas' reaction? Please review to tell me. thanks!!! PLEASE R&R!!!!**