A/N:
This is my first posted LOTR fic, so I hope you like it. Yes, this chapter is a
bit short, future chappies will get longer and longer. This is not a
Mary-Sue. Please Read and Review. C/C is welcome, I'll sic my Muse and my
trumpets on flamers.
Disclaimer for this and every chapter: I do not own LOTR, or any of the
characters. The "characters" besides the Fellowship are the property of their
respective people. I only own myself, though I am rather possessive of another
one…
Beta: The one and only NIKKI (Pendragon Sedai)!!!
Chapter One
Of Elves and Girl's Bathrooms
"Okay now, band, time for lunch break. Be back in the
band room, with your instruments, ready to play in an hour and a half. If you
are late you will run laps. Dismissed," Mr. Page, our resident band
director, spoke into his microphone. I shaded my eyes, watching the director up
on the 'tower' with a grin at his last words. Out of habit I glanced 'round for
my trumpet case then remembered that it was early in the season, we didn't use
instruments in our practices for our halftime show yet. Turning around I
exchanged a grin with the taller of my two best friends, Nikki, a baritone
player, who strode up to me. We fall into step with my other best friend, Ruth
Ann the flutey, walking across the forbidden football field.
Reaching the stadium we cut around to the back, making
our way to the soda machine that stood beside the water fountains and
bathrooms. Hearing the quarters plink in the machine I ordered a Diet Coke,
waiting as my buds bought their respective drinks. "Aw, these drinks are hot!"
complained Nikki, as we shifted the drinks from hand to hand; they were not
very effective in cooling down scorched band dorks.
A bright blue flash brought my attention to the girl's
bathroom door. After a moment of silence where my friends and I just kind of
blinked blankly at one another I spoke up with a forced laugh, "Betcha Scott is
setting off fireworks in the bathroom." We all exchange a glance, silently
agreeing as we advance into the bathroom. "Hello?" Nikki called timorously into
the silence.
From nearby Ruth Ann let out a shriek, "There is a guy
in here! He looks hurt!" Nikki and I whirl around to stare at the figure
slumped against the wall, unconscious with a slow trickle of blood coming from
his temple. Face hidden in his knees it was impossible to recognize him,
although it was obvious that he was not one of the band members or anyone who
was supposed to be around the stadium at this time of the year. Standing
motionless for a minute or two, Nikki put an arm around his waist and lifted
him up, "Let's get him to Mr. Page." I stared at his odd clothing, gasping as I
sighted the longbow hooked on his back. Reaching over, I remove the bow and
quiver, just in case he was some kind of lunatic that would attack when he
awoke.
Ruth Ann filled her cupped hands with water, splashing it on the hidden face of
the 'man'. With a sputter he looks around, his dazed expression lasting for
half a second.
Ruth Ann screamed in surprise as the male snatched a
hidden dagger from his cloak, holding it against her throat. After a moment of
everyone staring tensely at the holder of the dagger recognition dawned upon
me, and I cried out "It's an ELF!" Everyone jumped including the Elven Prince,
though his hand remained steady at the girl's throat.
Now to most the instant decision that the stranger
was, in fact, an Elf would be absurd, but it was an easy jump for my strange
mind. True, he looked surprisingly different from Orlando Bloom's portrayal of
one, even more distinguished and handsome than originally believed possible.
His whole bearing was that of an Elven Prince from which I deduced his
identity. Tolkien was not kidding when he stated that the Elves were the
fairest of all beings in the books.
My mind flitted around for a moment, leaving me with
joy that Nikki and I had this strange fascination with speaking Elvish to one
another, leaving us pretty well versed in that language (though I had had more
experience that my Baritone friend). "Ava maetha, mellon Edhel," I said
quaveringly. Legolas began to speak swiftly in his native tongue, his quick
words confounding me. "Um, daro, Ernil Edhel. Nan Rebecca. C-can you understand
me?" A quick nod is given in my direction and the dagger is slowly lowered,
"Who are you and where am I?" As introductions were made I gave Nikki and my
own Elvish name as well as our 'real' one, "I am called Neume and Nikki is
called Thaliel." The Elf nodded slowly at our quick responses, giving his own
name as Legolas Greenleaf, son of Thranduil, Prince of Mirkwood, which Nikki
and I had little trouble believing. He was adorable.
Slipping to Nikki's side we began
whispering, "How can he be Legolas? Or an Elf for that matter? They are
fictional." I shrugged, amazed at the turn of events, "It all adds up, and I
don't know about you, but I just get this feeling from him, ya know? I know I
shouldn't jump to conclusions so quickly, but I just… can't help it." I shook
my head wonderingly, as Nikki nodded in agreement. She felt it too.
Glad that the other band geeks had left rather
quickly, the four of us walked back to the band room. By this time I had
returned the longbow and quiver to it's rightful owner, drawing stares from
passing drivers. Opening the door to the band room we enter quietly, once more
glad for the quick departure of most. Ducking into the empty locker room we
convened a quick meeting, trying to figure out what to do with him until we
could get him back Middle Earth. The only thing we could come up with was
missing band for the afternoon and keeping him out of the trouble an Elf could
easily get himself into on Earth.
"I really don't think we should skip band," Ruth Ann ventured.
I threw a glance back at the confused Elf leaning against the wall. "There is no way we can hide him… Mr. Page would understand," I replied, shrugging helplessly.
Nikki suddenly started grinning, a devious light in her eyes, "The practice rooms aren't being used…"
"OH, NO! No, no, no! What if somebody
discovers him?" I burst out in protest.
Several minutes later the four of us had moved from
the locker room to the uniform/practice room, expressing surprise that the door
had been unlocked. Mr. Page usually left it locked, though he readily opened it
for practice. Legolas touched a glittering, red baldric that hung around a
uniform, the other hand following the complicated cords on the shoulder. A
stand stood in the middle of the room, directly in front of a chair, somehow
making the room seem recently used. "Um, guys, I think…" At this moment the
door squeaked on it's hinges, bring our attention to the one who had just
walked in…