Authoress' Note:
Hello, here's the next chapter. I hope you enjoy it! And I have another question for reviewers:
If you could live anywhere in Middle Earth, where would it be? The Shire, Minas Tirith, Rivendell, Mordor, Mirkwood, the Lonely Mountain, Mount Doom, as a few examples?
And about my favourite weapon: I think mine would have to be either a morgul blade, a bow, or the Precious. :P Morgul blades seem very deadly; the Precious is really powerful; and everyone cool shoots bows. Seriously. Hawkeye, Kili, Emma and Mr. Knightly (in the Gwyneth Paltrow version of Emma), and even Hiccup in HTTYD 2. I'm sure there's more that I can't think of right now... anyway, they're really cool. :D
Part Two
Chapter 4.
'Now this is how we'll do it,' said Legolas, glancing furtively around. 'We'll meet up at ten tomorrow night back here again; I'll have the parachute. All you need is a stick or something.'
'A stick?'
'Yes. For knocking the guards out.'
'Guards?'
'Well, there might not be any,' Legolas added hastily. 'The stick is just a precaution.'
Lindir thought he would need a more deadly precaution.
'You got it?' asked Legolas. Just then four guards walked up. 'Yo,' said one of them, 'what are you doing here?'
''Um, hatching plots. -I mean, nothing!' Lindir said quickly.
'What he means,' said Legolas, glaring at him, 'is that we're planning Glorfindel's surprise birthday party.'
Lindir gasped.
'Oh, sure,' said the guard. 'Invite me!'
There was a singularly uncomfortable silence.
'Um,' said Legolas.
'Sorry, but we have to stay here,' said the guard. 'To make sure no one base-jumps.'
A strangled growl came from Legolas' throat. 'Oh, all right. Lindir and I will go talk somewhere else.'
He grabbed Lindir's arm and dragged him away to his room.
'Curses!' he yelled, once the door was safely shut. He kicked over the trash bin. 'Snap, snap, snap! Foiled!'
'Calm yourself, Legolas,' said Lindir, sitting down in a convenient arm chair. 'It won't kill you to not base-jump. In fact, it will probably do the opposite...'
Legolas did not seem consoled. 'Bah,' he said, stomping to his desk and pulling out some paper, 'time for a new strategy.'
'Oh, give it up,' advised Lindir. 'You'll never succeed, and if you do you'll never survive.'
'It appears that there are no guards during the day,' said Legolas. 'We'll have to do it sometime when they're not around. But in the daylight everyone will recognize me.'
'You could always wear a disguise,' Lindir observed. He facepalmed. Why did he say that?
'Good idea,' said Legolas. 'That won't be too hard.'
'Yes,' agreed Lindir. 'All you have to do is cut your hair.'
Legolas looked appalled. 'Oh no. Such drastic measures will not be necessary, I assure you. We'll do the old stand-by; fake nose, mustache, glasses. Glasses? No, sunglasses are cooler.' He drew something on his paper, Lindir couldn't imagine what. 'We'll have to wait until the day after tomorrow,' Legolas continued, 'because tomorrow will be spent in surveillance. We must discover what hours the Minas Tirithical rock is free of guards and pestilential pedestrians.'
'You, Legolas,' said Lindir, yawning, 'not me. I'm tired; I think it already is tomorrow. I'm going to bed.'
Legolas did not respond; he seemed to be cogitating his new plan. Lindir left and wen to bed, not waking until ten the next morning.
I just realized how very short this chapter is. Sorry about that; another one should come soon, and hopefully it will be longer. :D