A/N: Hehehe, I just saw "The Santa Claus 2," which was cute, and I got this idea. So read and enjoy. Flame me if you want. More reviews for me!

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Disclaimer: In case you might have thought so, NO, I DO NOT OWN LOTR! I don't know if anyone owns the little Santa elves so, um, Knoll may be mine or he might not!

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An Elf in Middle Earth?

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Alright! I admit it! So I was dabbling around in Santa's (the Big Boss) workshop. I was looking for my hammer and was actually walking away when a little mug caught my eye. I thought that it was some cocoa, what else would it be, and noticed how thirsty I was. I decided to take just a little sip, after all, I didn't think that the Big Boss would know or care. So I took a drink.

I didn't really think of it at all that day or the day after that. I just went on with my regular work schedule and didn't feel anything. I went to bed the night after that. I woke up to some thing poking on my shoulder.

I looked up to see this creature pointing an arrow at me and yelling at me in some foreign language. He was really tall and had blonde hair, but I noticed he had elfish ears. This was really confused me, I mean, I knew every language in the world (I studied all of them) and I never saw an elf so big or a human with elfish ears, so I just laid there, staring at him. He yelled at his friend, who looked the same, to come (I think) and his friend ran over.

He stared at me for a bit and whispered to his friend (as if I could understand him). Finally, I guess they decided what to do with me because they picked me up and took me, roughly I might add, to these caves. They brought me before this guy that I later learned was the king. He spoke some more gibberish that I could tell was directed towards me. Finally, after he could see that I couldn't understand him, he spoke to me in English.

"Who are you and how did you get here," he demanded.

"My name is Knoll and I don't have a clue how I got here," I replied.

"I haven't seen a hobbit traveling around here since Bilbo, so you must be a rather short elvish child, am I right?"

"I beg your pardon," I said angrily, "But I don't know about these hobbits your talking about and I am NOT a kid. For your information I am one thousand years old."

The king looked at me funny and said, "Then what are you?"

"I am an Elf."

The king looked at me mad now; "I am not joking!"

"Neither am I!" Suddenly I remembered that not to many people see elves. "I know that we are just myths-"

"Myths? Why, I don't know anyone who thinks elves are myths. I am an elf."

I looked at the king surprised, "Well then where am I?"

"Mirkwood"

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E/N: Like it? Hate it? What should Knoll do next? And NO, no romances or anything like that with anyone, anywhere in this story. Review please!