We started up the rickety old staircase leading up to the attic.
It'd been at least a year since
I'd been up there and after seeing The Exrocist, I wasn't too fond to go back, but I trudged up those
stairs anyways.
We reached the door and George put his hand on the doorknob.
" On the count of three. 1- 2- 3!"
He flung the door open and lept inside with his baseball bat held over his head like a machetti, yelling. I
quickly followed suit and Prancer did the same, barking. We were screaming like banshees and we
heard screams besides our own. We were having a yelling battle with two short creatures armed with
swords. Prancer began to rush at them and I quickly grabbed her collar, for fear that they would
impale her. There was another clap of thunder and the little creatures yelped and covered their ears,
leaving the swords to drop to the ground. Suddenly, I realized what they were.
" No way....." I started towards them in disbelief , but could go no further because
at that moment I heard behind me the drawing of a bowstring and someone speak the words, " Don't
Move." . I heard George's bat clatter to the ground and saw him gaping at what he saw.
Slowly, I raised my hands to show that I was weaponless. Prancer, released from my
grip, ran over to George. My heart lept to my throat as I realized that if I made one wrong move, I'd
have an arrow through my head faster than I could say " Elf". The voice spoke again and although it
was softer, it still held command. " Turn around."
Slowly and cautiously I turned to face my opponent and found the tip of an arrow staring
me in the face. I hardly dared to believe what I saw behind that arrow. But then, if the two small
creatures were what I thought they were.....was it really so impossible?
A flash of lightning lit up the attic for a brief second, but that second was all I needed to
confirm my suspicions. A tall, blonde, great looking Elf stood staring down his bow into my eyes.
My eyes grew wide with surprise and my heart fluttered. " Legolas Greenleaf of Mirkwood?"
He faltered. " How do you know who I am?"
" Well, you are my favorite Lord of the Rings character. I'd recognize you
anywhere. And the other two are hobbits, right? I was meaning to hurt them
when I went toward them; I just wanted to make sure I wasn't seeing things."
" Who are you?"
" I'm Leela and that's George. Oh yeah, and our dog, Prancer."
Legolas looked at me suspicously.
" Where in Middle Earth are we?"
I gulped and looked at the arrow that was now aimed at my throat.
" You - You're not in Middle Earth."
Then one of the hobbits spoke up.
" If we're not in Middle Earth, then where are we?"
The other hobbit whispered back to him. " Pippin, we've got to be in Middle Earth. She must've
hit her head somehow."
I looked over at the two and another flash of lightning illuminated my attic.
" Merry, you guys are not in Middle Earth! I don't know how you got here,
but you're in my attic!"
Legolas muttered to himself as if pondering how this had happened. I decided to speak up again.
" If you don't mind my asking, could you please put the arrow down? I'm
not gonna hurt anyone."
Legolas cast one more suspicous glance at me and lowered his bow.
Outside, the storm still raged on and for once I was glad that my mom was stuck in it. I
needed to figure things out.
" Okay," I said, " Let's go downstairs. It's warmer and I need to make a
phone call."
I'd been up there and after seeing The Exrocist, I wasn't too fond to go back, but I trudged up those
stairs anyways.
We reached the door and George put his hand on the doorknob.
" On the count of three. 1- 2- 3!"
He flung the door open and lept inside with his baseball bat held over his head like a machetti, yelling. I
quickly followed suit and Prancer did the same, barking. We were screaming like banshees and we
heard screams besides our own. We were having a yelling battle with two short creatures armed with
swords. Prancer began to rush at them and I quickly grabbed her collar, for fear that they would
impale her. There was another clap of thunder and the little creatures yelped and covered their ears,
leaving the swords to drop to the ground. Suddenly, I realized what they were.
" No way....." I started towards them in disbelief , but could go no further because
at that moment I heard behind me the drawing of a bowstring and someone speak the words, " Don't
Move." . I heard George's bat clatter to the ground and saw him gaping at what he saw.
Slowly, I raised my hands to show that I was weaponless. Prancer, released from my
grip, ran over to George. My heart lept to my throat as I realized that if I made one wrong move, I'd
have an arrow through my head faster than I could say " Elf". The voice spoke again and although it
was softer, it still held command. " Turn around."
Slowly and cautiously I turned to face my opponent and found the tip of an arrow staring
me in the face. I hardly dared to believe what I saw behind that arrow. But then, if the two small
creatures were what I thought they were.....was it really so impossible?
A flash of lightning lit up the attic for a brief second, but that second was all I needed to
confirm my suspicions. A tall, blonde, great looking Elf stood staring down his bow into my eyes.
My eyes grew wide with surprise and my heart fluttered. " Legolas Greenleaf of Mirkwood?"
He faltered. " How do you know who I am?"
" Well, you are my favorite Lord of the Rings character. I'd recognize you
anywhere. And the other two are hobbits, right? I was meaning to hurt them
when I went toward them; I just wanted to make sure I wasn't seeing things."
" Who are you?"
" I'm Leela and that's George. Oh yeah, and our dog, Prancer."
Legolas looked at me suspicously.
" Where in Middle Earth are we?"
I gulped and looked at the arrow that was now aimed at my throat.
" You - You're not in Middle Earth."
Then one of the hobbits spoke up.
" If we're not in Middle Earth, then where are we?"
The other hobbit whispered back to him. " Pippin, we've got to be in Middle Earth. She must've
hit her head somehow."
I looked over at the two and another flash of lightning illuminated my attic.
" Merry, you guys are not in Middle Earth! I don't know how you got here,
but you're in my attic!"
Legolas muttered to himself as if pondering how this had happened. I decided to speak up again.
" If you don't mind my asking, could you please put the arrow down? I'm
not gonna hurt anyone."
Legolas cast one more suspicous glance at me and lowered his bow.
Outside, the storm still raged on and for once I was glad that my mom was stuck in it. I
needed to figure things out.
" Okay," I said, " Let's go downstairs. It's warmer and I need to make a
phone call."