Disclaimer: Once again, I do not own ANYTHING. An exception for the following characters: Tara Jacqueline/Jane, Thomas Jacqueline, Alex/Lexie, and Mark. I do not own anything else. DONT SUE ME.
Author's Note: Hello! I as of right now have no idea what I am going to write, so beware if this chapter sucks. It WILL get better, I promise you.
*when i posted it last time it was all one big paragraph and it looked yucky. hopefully this time it turns out okay, if not, you'll just have to deal with it. sorry!*
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Now, where were we? Ah yes, in the kitchen at Jane's house. She is in there with Legolas. As our story continues...
Legolas helped Jane up.
Jane: So, what now? We go to the Council of Elrond and form the Fellowship, right?
Legolas: Excuse me? I'm afraid I do not understand....
Jane: What do you mean? I thought you said you live these books?
Legolas: Not exactly. Like I said, alot of the stories in there are made up. The only things that are the same are the people. And yes, we are to go to the Council of Elrond in Rivendell in a few days. We do not have much time.
Jane: Hmm.. I guess Tolkein didn't know much about you people. This is all way too confusing.
Legolas: I beg your pardon?
Jane: Legolas, you are confusing me. Before you said that our journey begins at the end of "The Fellowship of the Ring". Now you're saying that it starts at the Council of Elrond?
Legolas: To be honest with you, I just said that to get you to shut up since you're questions were highly annoying. But anyway... things aren't going to happen like they do in the books. Our future isn't planned out, we plan it out. You don't expect us to live by some fairytale?
Jane: I guess you're right. Okay, I'll stop asking annoying questions. Hey, when are we getting there and where exactly are we going?
Legolas: We are to go to Mirkwood and make our journey to Rivendell. Gandalf put this spell on me so we can transport to Mirkwood.
Jane: Wouldn't it be easier to just transport to Rivendell?
Legolas: Well I want to say good-bye to my girlfriend.
Jane rolled her eyes as he said this. She was annoyed that they had to make a long journey, but kind of disappointed that this handsome elf had a girlfriend. Oh well, she should've known that would be too good to be true.
Jane: You're stupid. But anyway... should I pack my bags and stuff or do I have clothes there?
Legolas: Well, I don't think your.... attire would go well with the style of Middle-Earth. They might be frightened of you if they saw you in that.
Jane: What's so "frightening" about my clothes?
Legolas tried hard to stifle a laugh. Jane was wearing a black long-sleeved bell shirt, a dark red mini-skirt with a slit that looked like it was made by cutting it with scissors, black chunky platform boots, and red and black striped knee-highs.
Legolas: Oh, nothing at all. Just maybe the fact that normal citizens of Middle-Earth don't wear dark red and black clothes or high shoes. Not to mention they wear they're hair like you do.
He had a point. Jane had her hair in two messy pigtail buns.
Jane: Alright, alright, I get your point. I don think I have any clothes that would be "proper" for Middle-Earth, so where am I supposed to get clothes?
Legolas: You can borrow them from my girlfriend, Kairyn. I think she's the same size as you.
Jane: Okay. So, can we leave NOW?
Legolas: As long as you don;t have any more questions, we can leave.
Jane: Okay, lemme just get one thing.
Jane ran to her room and came out with a portable CD player.
Legolas: What is that?
Jane: A portable machine that plays music.
Legolas: Oh, I love music! Especially the flute and trumpet. They sound so beautiful. Can I listen?
Jane grinned evilly, turn up the volume high as it could go, and put the earphones on Legolas. She pressed play. Legolas had a frightened look on his face.
Legolas: TURN IT OFF! TURN IT OFF!!!
Jane pushed the stop button.
Jane: I guess you don't like Linkin Park much then, eh?
Legolas: What kind of music is that?
Jane: It's rock music. It's not the flute or trumpet, but what can I say, it's all good.
Legolas: You are a very strange child.
Jane: Don't call me a child, I'm sixteen.
Jane stuck her tongue out at Legolas and crossed her arms. Legolas sighed and rolled his eyes.
Legolas: If you say so.
Jane: So, NOW can we go?
Legolas: Yes, yes, yes, we can go.
Jane: Ok... what, do we say `abra kadabra' or something like that to get there?
Legolas: No. Gandalf gave me pixie dust. We just throw it on ourselves and we'll end up in Mirkwood.
Jane: Sounds like a rip-off of Peter Pan, but okay.
Jane grabbed the pouch of fairy dust and sprinkled it on the chair. It didn't go anywhere.
Jane: What the hell? It doesn't work!
Legolas: Because it only works on things or people with the spell that Gandalf enchanted. For example, me.
Jane: Then how am I supposed to get there?
Legolas took her arms and wrapped them around his waste. He then sprinkled the fairy dust on both of them and then put his arms around her waste. They both closed their eyes in anxiety of starting their adventure.
Author's Note: Hello! I as of right now have no idea what I am going to write, so beware if this chapter sucks. It WILL get better, I promise you.
*when i posted it last time it was all one big paragraph and it looked yucky. hopefully this time it turns out okay, if not, you'll just have to deal with it. sorry!*
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Now, where were we? Ah yes, in the kitchen at Jane's house. She is in there with Legolas. As our story continues...
Legolas helped Jane up.
Jane: So, what now? We go to the Council of Elrond and form the Fellowship, right?
Legolas: Excuse me? I'm afraid I do not understand....
Jane: What do you mean? I thought you said you live these books?
Legolas: Not exactly. Like I said, alot of the stories in there are made up. The only things that are the same are the people. And yes, we are to go to the Council of Elrond in Rivendell in a few days. We do not have much time.
Jane: Hmm.. I guess Tolkein didn't know much about you people. This is all way too confusing.
Legolas: I beg your pardon?
Jane: Legolas, you are confusing me. Before you said that our journey begins at the end of "The Fellowship of the Ring". Now you're saying that it starts at the Council of Elrond?
Legolas: To be honest with you, I just said that to get you to shut up since you're questions were highly annoying. But anyway... things aren't going to happen like they do in the books. Our future isn't planned out, we plan it out. You don't expect us to live by some fairytale?
Jane: I guess you're right. Okay, I'll stop asking annoying questions. Hey, when are we getting there and where exactly are we going?
Legolas: We are to go to Mirkwood and make our journey to Rivendell. Gandalf put this spell on me so we can transport to Mirkwood.
Jane: Wouldn't it be easier to just transport to Rivendell?
Legolas: Well I want to say good-bye to my girlfriend.
Jane rolled her eyes as he said this. She was annoyed that they had to make a long journey, but kind of disappointed that this handsome elf had a girlfriend. Oh well, she should've known that would be too good to be true.
Jane: You're stupid. But anyway... should I pack my bags and stuff or do I have clothes there?
Legolas: Well, I don't think your.... attire would go well with the style of Middle-Earth. They might be frightened of you if they saw you in that.
Jane: What's so "frightening" about my clothes?
Legolas tried hard to stifle a laugh. Jane was wearing a black long-sleeved bell shirt, a dark red mini-skirt with a slit that looked like it was made by cutting it with scissors, black chunky platform boots, and red and black striped knee-highs.
Legolas: Oh, nothing at all. Just maybe the fact that normal citizens of Middle-Earth don't wear dark red and black clothes or high shoes. Not to mention they wear they're hair like you do.
He had a point. Jane had her hair in two messy pigtail buns.
Jane: Alright, alright, I get your point. I don think I have any clothes that would be "proper" for Middle-Earth, so where am I supposed to get clothes?
Legolas: You can borrow them from my girlfriend, Kairyn. I think she's the same size as you.
Jane: Okay. So, can we leave NOW?
Legolas: As long as you don;t have any more questions, we can leave.
Jane: Okay, lemme just get one thing.
Jane ran to her room and came out with a portable CD player.
Legolas: What is that?
Jane: A portable machine that plays music.
Legolas: Oh, I love music! Especially the flute and trumpet. They sound so beautiful. Can I listen?
Jane grinned evilly, turn up the volume high as it could go, and put the earphones on Legolas. She pressed play. Legolas had a frightened look on his face.
Legolas: TURN IT OFF! TURN IT OFF!!!
Jane pushed the stop button.
Jane: I guess you don't like Linkin Park much then, eh?
Legolas: What kind of music is that?
Jane: It's rock music. It's not the flute or trumpet, but what can I say, it's all good.
Legolas: You are a very strange child.
Jane: Don't call me a child, I'm sixteen.
Jane stuck her tongue out at Legolas and crossed her arms. Legolas sighed and rolled his eyes.
Legolas: If you say so.
Jane: So, NOW can we go?
Legolas: Yes, yes, yes, we can go.
Jane: Ok... what, do we say `abra kadabra' or something like that to get there?
Legolas: No. Gandalf gave me pixie dust. We just throw it on ourselves and we'll end up in Mirkwood.
Jane: Sounds like a rip-off of Peter Pan, but okay.
Jane grabbed the pouch of fairy dust and sprinkled it on the chair. It didn't go anywhere.
Jane: What the hell? It doesn't work!
Legolas: Because it only works on things or people with the spell that Gandalf enchanted. For example, me.
Jane: Then how am I supposed to get there?
Legolas took her arms and wrapped them around his waste. He then sprinkled the fairy dust on both of them and then put his arms around her waste. They both closed their eyes in anxiety of starting their adventure.