Disclaimer: Don't own Legolas. But I do own Laigolas. That's me. All other
characters belong to their respective people. Reviews would be nice. This
chapter is rated more to R than PG-13 because of violence. If this offends
you, I cannot help it. This is what came out of my twisted little mind.
1 Pada ned i glawar, Elvellon
(Walk in the sunshine, friend)
Chapter Four
Crashes and green light
As they finished the spell, green light filled the room. Bright, neon light. They could hear rumbling deep in the earth. The change had begun! People everywhere were screaming, franticly grabbing their children and bringing them to safety.
Continents shifted back to the way they were Before; cities disappeared around their inhabitants. Green light consumed the earth itself, flipping it inside out and around. Where cities once stood, there were now lush green forests and fields. The Shire returned to its natural state.
Grace, Cassandra, and Orlan were tossed from side to side. Suddenly, they were falling through blackness.
"ORLANNNN!!" Grace screamed.
They landed with a thud on a soft, green, grassy area.
"Laigolas?" came a strangely familiar voice.
Orlan looked up. There, standing tall and fround, framed between two trees, stood Legolas Greenleaf, King of Mirkwood, his arms spread to receive an embrace from his long-lost son.
"Father?"
1 Pada ned i glawar, Elvellon
(Walk in the sunshine, friend)
Chapter Four
Crashes and green light
As they finished the spell, green light filled the room. Bright, neon light. They could hear rumbling deep in the earth. The change had begun! People everywhere were screaming, franticly grabbing their children and bringing them to safety.
Continents shifted back to the way they were Before; cities disappeared around their inhabitants. Green light consumed the earth itself, flipping it inside out and around. Where cities once stood, there were now lush green forests and fields. The Shire returned to its natural state.
Grace, Cassandra, and Orlan were tossed from side to side. Suddenly, they were falling through blackness.
"ORLANNNN!!" Grace screamed.
They landed with a thud on a soft, green, grassy area.
"Laigolas?" came a strangely familiar voice.
Orlan looked up. There, standing tall and fround, framed between two trees, stood Legolas Greenleaf, King of Mirkwood, his arms spread to receive an embrace from his long-lost son.
"Father?"
