DISCLAIMER: If I owned anyone in this fic, then I would not be sitting here
typing this, I'd be rolling in dough (and I don't mean for baking either!)
If you accuse me of having stolen them, I'll set a rabid pigeon on you!
Ladies and Gentlemen, Elves, Dwarves, Men, Hobbits, Wizards, Orcs and Dark Lords of all ages, greetings!
This is the first (I hope) Middle Earth Whodunit (murder mystery).
I guess I'll get on with it, in case no one's actually reading all this. The first couple of chapters will be from Legolas' point of view, but I'll switch as required. By the way, I DO NOT DISLIKE ANYONE. Don't attack me if I do tiny bits of bashing here and there, it's all in the name of. art. I guess!
Legolas, Prince of Mirkwood, handed the reins of his horse to a stable hand who had come for the very purpose of getting them from him. He then made his way to the Last Homely House.
Walking tall, noble and Elven, Legolas spotted Aragorn and bounded over to him excitedly.
"Isn't this going to be awesome?" he asked.
"Eh?" asked the Heir of Elendil. "Have you seen Arwen anywhere?"
Legolas scowled. "No!" he said curtly, "in fact, I don't think she's been invited!"
Aragorn gasped, "Not invited?" he asked in alarm, "She'll kill me!"
A voice from a bush next to them startled them both. "Oh little miss Elven Princess has been invited alright!" the piece of foliage said irritably, "but guess who was forgotten? AGAIN!"
The Ranger narrowed his eyes. "Glorfindel?"
The bush nodded, sort of. It was about to speak some more when the daughter of Elrond showed up.
She snuck up behind Aragorn and stuck a sword into his neck.
"Ow!" yowled the Ranger, "That hurt!"
Arwen was not discouraged. She grinned wickedly and said, in her haughtiest voice, "What's this? A Ranger caught off his guard?"
"By a demented She-Elf from the Underworld," muttered Legolas. Arwen heard him with her High Elven hearing, and shoved him onto Glorfindel the bush.
Glorfindel groaned loudly. "Get off me, Leggs, I'm gonna hurt that woman!"
Legolas hopped up. "I suggest we wait until she is far away from her father, who just happens to be king of the Noldor, and is thus very powerful!"
Glorfindel nodded thoughtfully. "He looks like Agent Smith, too."
With that the two Elves headed inside the House of Elrond.
"Greetings, friends of old!" said Elrond, who was standing on a platform of sorts, "If there are any strangers from distant lands here, please leave immediately, this is a private party."
Several dwarves left the room, and a couple of grumpy old men too.
Elrond grinned wickedly and continued. "Welcome to the first Murder Mystery Weekend at Rivendell! As your invitations have informed you, you will each be given an envelope containing the name of the person you will portray. NO OBJECTIONS. You will have to act and even dress like that person does. NO OBJECTIONS. One of you will die. NO OBJECTIONS. It is up to the rest of you to find out who the murderer is. NO OBJECTIONS. The murderer, whoever he or she is will not be at liberty to reveal his or her identity to anyone. NO OBJECTIONS."
It seemed that Lord Elrond had found a phrase he liked using. After he'd finished his speech, he just sat down repeating "NO OBJECTIONS, NO OBJECTIONS, NO OBJECTIONS!" over and over to himself.
Everyone else avoided him.
Random nameless Elves handed out pretty leaf shaped envelopes to all the guests.
Legolas excitedly opened his. "Please be Aragorn!" he muttered. The Heir of Isildur was his hero. His face fell when he saw the name in silver lettering inside the envelope.
*GALADRIEL*
Poor Legolas? Wait 'til you see who the others are! Tell me what you lot think so far! Sorry if the chapter's a bit short- the next will be a little longer! This was sort of an introduction to the whole scenario!
Ladies and Gentlemen, Elves, Dwarves, Men, Hobbits, Wizards, Orcs and Dark Lords of all ages, greetings!
This is the first (I hope) Middle Earth Whodunit (murder mystery).
I guess I'll get on with it, in case no one's actually reading all this. The first couple of chapters will be from Legolas' point of view, but I'll switch as required. By the way, I DO NOT DISLIKE ANYONE. Don't attack me if I do tiny bits of bashing here and there, it's all in the name of. art. I guess!
Legolas, Prince of Mirkwood, handed the reins of his horse to a stable hand who had come for the very purpose of getting them from him. He then made his way to the Last Homely House.
Walking tall, noble and Elven, Legolas spotted Aragorn and bounded over to him excitedly.
"Isn't this going to be awesome?" he asked.
"Eh?" asked the Heir of Elendil. "Have you seen Arwen anywhere?"
Legolas scowled. "No!" he said curtly, "in fact, I don't think she's been invited!"
Aragorn gasped, "Not invited?" he asked in alarm, "She'll kill me!"
A voice from a bush next to them startled them both. "Oh little miss Elven Princess has been invited alright!" the piece of foliage said irritably, "but guess who was forgotten? AGAIN!"
The Ranger narrowed his eyes. "Glorfindel?"
The bush nodded, sort of. It was about to speak some more when the daughter of Elrond showed up.
She snuck up behind Aragorn and stuck a sword into his neck.
"Ow!" yowled the Ranger, "That hurt!"
Arwen was not discouraged. She grinned wickedly and said, in her haughtiest voice, "What's this? A Ranger caught off his guard?"
"By a demented She-Elf from the Underworld," muttered Legolas. Arwen heard him with her High Elven hearing, and shoved him onto Glorfindel the bush.
Glorfindel groaned loudly. "Get off me, Leggs, I'm gonna hurt that woman!"
Legolas hopped up. "I suggest we wait until she is far away from her father, who just happens to be king of the Noldor, and is thus very powerful!"
Glorfindel nodded thoughtfully. "He looks like Agent Smith, too."
With that the two Elves headed inside the House of Elrond.
"Greetings, friends of old!" said Elrond, who was standing on a platform of sorts, "If there are any strangers from distant lands here, please leave immediately, this is a private party."
Several dwarves left the room, and a couple of grumpy old men too.
Elrond grinned wickedly and continued. "Welcome to the first Murder Mystery Weekend at Rivendell! As your invitations have informed you, you will each be given an envelope containing the name of the person you will portray. NO OBJECTIONS. You will have to act and even dress like that person does. NO OBJECTIONS. One of you will die. NO OBJECTIONS. It is up to the rest of you to find out who the murderer is. NO OBJECTIONS. The murderer, whoever he or she is will not be at liberty to reveal his or her identity to anyone. NO OBJECTIONS."
It seemed that Lord Elrond had found a phrase he liked using. After he'd finished his speech, he just sat down repeating "NO OBJECTIONS, NO OBJECTIONS, NO OBJECTIONS!" over and over to himself.
Everyone else avoided him.
Random nameless Elves handed out pretty leaf shaped envelopes to all the guests.
Legolas excitedly opened his. "Please be Aragorn!" he muttered. The Heir of Isildur was his hero. His face fell when he saw the name in silver lettering inside the envelope.
*GALADRIEL*
Poor Legolas? Wait 'til you see who the others are! Tell me what you lot think so far! Sorry if the chapter's a bit short- the next will be a little longer! This was sort of an introduction to the whole scenario!