A/N: I'm glad people are enjoying this! =o) I'm having lots of fun writing these. This does not have Sleeping Beauty in it, just her Prince Charming. Unfortunately, he is lost in Middle-Earth and can't find the one he is supposed to awaken...
Disclaimer: I own no fairytale characters, LotR characters, or Bugs Bunny.
Fairytale Invasions!
Chapter 3: Sleeping Beauty's Prince Charming
Legolas lay on his back watching the clouds flit across the sky, trying to ignore the sound of Gimli's 'singing.' The Dwarf had an awful habit of singing Dwarf ditties while chopping firewood, and Legolas had a habit of getting as far away as possible.
Why we ever brought a Dwarf in the first place I shall never know, Legolas thought in disgust. We are not even over the Misty Mountains and already I have had more of him than I can stand! If it were not for Mithrandir and Elrond I would not tolerate his presence in this Fellowship.
Legolas was so lost in thought he did not hear the sound of approaching hoof-beats. It was not till he heard the horse neigh that he leapt to his feet. There stood a man dressed in frilly, bright-colored, and thoroughly ridiculous clothing, a haughty and noble look on his face. His horse was golden and looked as pampered as the man.
"Who are you and what are you doing here?" Legolas demanded, swiftly readying his bow.
The man looked at him in surprise. "I am sorry, Lady, I did not mean to startle you. I am looking for the Princess and I thought you were her."
Legolas' jaw dropped in shock, anger burning his eyes. "I am not a woman! I am an Elf!"
The man looked at him closely. "Odd, you fit the Princess' description perfectly. Except for the pointy ears, the nobles never said anything about pointy ears..."
As the man continued rambling to himself Legolas contemplated shooting him, but the man addressed him before he could. "I am dreadfully sorry, La- er, Elf. Do you know where I might find the Princess?"
Legolas was about to suggest Mordor, but decided he did not hate the man that much. "I do not know of whom you speak, so no I do not know where you may find her."
"I knew I should have taken that left turn at Albuquerque," he muttered to himself. "Now where would a cursed sleeping Princess be? Erm, do you know of any towers nearby?"
"There is the tower of Orthanc just south of these mountains," Legolas suggested, eager to be rid of the annoying man.
The man remounted his horse (with a bit of trouble) and stuck his nose in the air haughtily. "My thanks, good sir. Now I must rescue the Princess."
With that he turned his horse and galloped off. "I pity the Princess who is rescued by him," Legolas said, shaking his head.
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Far away in Orthanc, Saruman was going insane.
"Stop chewing the chair! Get off the table! Go away! No! I am not your father!"
Hansel and Gretel ran around the room screaming at the top of their lungs, climbing everything from the table to Saruman himself. Wearily the wizard sank into his chair. The other day he had almost bit his nails in frustration. His beautiful nails! He had to find a way to get rid of these little monsters. Maybe Sauron would know what to do...
His thoughts were interrupted by a loud banging on the front door. Angrily he stood up and went to the door, yanking it open fiercely.
"WHAT?"
The man outside nearly fell over in shock at the wizard's yell, but managed to keep an air of haughtiness about him.
"I am searching for the Princess Arona, and I heard rumor that she may be here," he said, his nose in the air, trying not to tremble.
Saruman's eyes blazed angrily, his already frayed nerves aggravated even more. He stood glaring at the young man until he began to fidget.
"I ask again, is she here?" he asked, his voice squeaking a little.
"NO! NOW GET AWAY FROM MY TOWER!" Saruman slammed the door so hard the entire tower shook.
Outside the man stared in shock at the closed door for a few moments, then 'hmphed' and turned with nose in the air to descended the stairs. Instead he tripped on his ridiculously bright cloak and tumbled head over heels down the long flight of stairs.
"Ouch."
**puts out cookie plate** Heehee, I am really having fun with Saruman, and does anyone dislike the typical Prince Charming as much as I do? And sorry for having Legolas be called a Lady, but let's face it, male Elves do look pretty girly. Next chapter... I dunno. You pick: Cinderella or Rapunzel?
Disclaimer: I own no fairytale characters, LotR characters, or Bugs Bunny.
Chapter 3: Sleeping Beauty's Prince Charming
Legolas lay on his back watching the clouds flit across the sky, trying to ignore the sound of Gimli's 'singing.' The Dwarf had an awful habit of singing Dwarf ditties while chopping firewood, and Legolas had a habit of getting as far away as possible.
Why we ever brought a Dwarf in the first place I shall never know, Legolas thought in disgust. We are not even over the Misty Mountains and already I have had more of him than I can stand! If it were not for Mithrandir and Elrond I would not tolerate his presence in this Fellowship.
Legolas was so lost in thought he did not hear the sound of approaching hoof-beats. It was not till he heard the horse neigh that he leapt to his feet. There stood a man dressed in frilly, bright-colored, and thoroughly ridiculous clothing, a haughty and noble look on his face. His horse was golden and looked as pampered as the man.
"Who are you and what are you doing here?" Legolas demanded, swiftly readying his bow.
The man looked at him in surprise. "I am sorry, Lady, I did not mean to startle you. I am looking for the Princess and I thought you were her."
Legolas' jaw dropped in shock, anger burning his eyes. "I am not a woman! I am an Elf!"
The man looked at him closely. "Odd, you fit the Princess' description perfectly. Except for the pointy ears, the nobles never said anything about pointy ears..."
As the man continued rambling to himself Legolas contemplated shooting him, but the man addressed him before he could. "I am dreadfully sorry, La- er, Elf. Do you know where I might find the Princess?"
Legolas was about to suggest Mordor, but decided he did not hate the man that much. "I do not know of whom you speak, so no I do not know where you may find her."
"I knew I should have taken that left turn at Albuquerque," he muttered to himself. "Now where would a cursed sleeping Princess be? Erm, do you know of any towers nearby?"
"There is the tower of Orthanc just south of these mountains," Legolas suggested, eager to be rid of the annoying man.
The man remounted his horse (with a bit of trouble) and stuck his nose in the air haughtily. "My thanks, good sir. Now I must rescue the Princess."
With that he turned his horse and galloped off. "I pity the Princess who is rescued by him," Legolas said, shaking his head.
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Far away in Orthanc, Saruman was going insane.
"Stop chewing the chair! Get off the table! Go away! No! I am not your father!"
Hansel and Gretel ran around the room screaming at the top of their lungs, climbing everything from the table to Saruman himself. Wearily the wizard sank into his chair. The other day he had almost bit his nails in frustration. His beautiful nails! He had to find a way to get rid of these little monsters. Maybe Sauron would know what to do...
His thoughts were interrupted by a loud banging on the front door. Angrily he stood up and went to the door, yanking it open fiercely.
"WHAT?"
The man outside nearly fell over in shock at the wizard's yell, but managed to keep an air of haughtiness about him.
"I am searching for the Princess Arona, and I heard rumor that she may be here," he said, his nose in the air, trying not to tremble.
Saruman's eyes blazed angrily, his already frayed nerves aggravated even more. He stood glaring at the young man until he began to fidget.
"I ask again, is she here?" he asked, his voice squeaking a little.
"NO! NOW GET AWAY FROM MY TOWER!" Saruman slammed the door so hard the entire tower shook.
Outside the man stared in shock at the closed door for a few moments, then 'hmphed' and turned with nose in the air to descended the stairs. Instead he tripped on his ridiculously bright cloak and tumbled head over heels down the long flight of stairs.
"Ouch."
**puts out cookie plate** Heehee, I am really having fun with Saruman, and does anyone dislike the typical Prince Charming as much as I do? And sorry for having Legolas be called a Lady, but let's face it, male Elves do look pretty girly. Next chapter... I dunno. You pick: Cinderella or Rapunzel?
