Chapter One: An Elf appears
Disclaimer: I don't own the Lord of the Rings. Or Middle Earth. Or the Fellowship. (although I wish I did. Well, maybe not ALL the fellowship. Maybe just Legola- no! BAD brain! DON'T finish that sentence! *But the preciouss, we wantsss it, yesss...) Please excuse me one moment, my mind wandered and it hasn't come back...
It all started on a fairly normal Monday evening. It was the first proper day of the summer holidays, and I was on my own in the house. Mum had left for her swanky holiday in Barbados or somewhere the day before, and my twin sister Erin was out with some of her friends.
So, anyway, I'd fed the cats, said goodnight to my Orlando Bloom posters and was curled up in the living room with some hot chocolate watching Return of the King when the weird things started happening.
All the lights flickered for about a minute, and then went back to normal, but the telly had frozen at the bit where Grima kills Saruman. At first I didn't think anything too weird had happened – it was pretty stormy out, so there could have been a short power cut, and the TV was an ancient, temperamental thing that was probably as old as Tolkein (whoa, imagine owning Tolkein's television!) but then the next weird thing happened.
A sort of white line appeared in midair, and widened until it was an oval shape. Through it, I could see what looked like a hillside, with two figures on horseback riding up it. This reminded me of something, but I couldn't think what. Then there was a loud cracking noise, and the room filled with white light. Or maybe I just went blind for a few seconds. We may never know.
Anyway, when the light disappeared (or I became un-blinded) the first thing I noticed was that there was a strange guy standing in the middle of my living room. The next thing I noticed was that he was tall, had long blonde hair, was dressed in a green tunic thing and leggings and was holding a bow. "Holy Baggins!" I gasped. The guy (or was it elf?) looked confused, and I did the only thing I could think of when a strange man randomly appears in your living room, which was shriek and throw a pillow at him. "What was that for?" he said, looking like he was contemplating shooting me.
"Who the heck are you, and what are you doing in my living room?" I demanded.
"My name is Legolas Greenleaf, prince of Mirkwood, and I know not what spell has brought me here. Aragorn and I were riding out in search of the hobbits, when there was a flash of white light and I found myself here."
"Prove it."
"Prove what?"
"That you're Legolas Greenleaf-"
"Prince of Mirkwood..."
"Whatever. Anyway, prove that you're actually Legolas, and not just some weirdo in an elf costume."
"How?"
"Ummm... show me your ears."
"Why?"
"To prove you're an elf."
"Fine." Legolas – I was giving him the benefit of the doubt – pushed his hair back and showed a pointy ear. "See?"
"Wait." I walked over to him and tugged on his ear.
"OW!"
"Oh my god, you really are Legolas," I said, stepping backwards. The elf rolled his eyes, still holding his ear. "Whatever led you to that conclusion?" I ignored him. My head was buzzing with questions and for some reason I felt like I was about to burst into hysterical laughter. "There's an elf in my house," I said faintly. "An actual elf... in my actual house." Then I fainted.