The Foreigner

By: Sibby/In Fair Verona

Summary: Legolas Greenleaf is plunged deep within the flows of time, fast forwarded into another dimension, into a new world, into a teenage girl's bedroom. Welcome to Roswell, Legolas.
Pairing: Liz/Legolas
Rating: PG-13
Crossover: Roswell/Lord of the Rings
Disclaimer: I don't own Roswell, or Legolas, damn it all!
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Thanks to...

Lucious Cheese- Awesome name you've got there.
noname- That's an awesome name too... I guess?
Lizzie Evans
Blue Falcon
and of course, caroline who reveiw posted 11 times! I'm not mad though, it's just interesting.
Hope you all like.
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Hey,
don't write yourself off yet.
It's only in your head you feel left out, or looked down on.
Just try your best,
try everything you can.
And don't you worry what they tell themselves when you're away.
-Jimmy Eat World
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Recap: Legolas fell through some mysterious portal in Moria, and ends up at the Crashdown Cafe. He's stuck up in Liz's room, and it's been hinted that Liz has decided not to tell anyone about the strange man in her room. She doesn't truly even beleive him, just yet.
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"Could you be any louder." Maria said, shaking her head. Liz frowned.
"What?"
"Um, quote 'It's nothing as crazy as an alien king showing up in Roswell,' end quote." Maria said in a hushed whisper. Max chuckled lightly and glanced at Liz.
"Maria-" Liz began, about to go into a speech about how no one really gives a crap what a waitress at the Crashdown Cafe says about alien kings. Anywhere you in Roswell, the topic is bound to come up, even if you're not part of the 'inner circle.' Maria looked at Liz expectantly. "Nevermind."
"Isn't your shift over?" Max asked, sensing some tension in Liz's voice.
"Uh, yeah, it just ended. I think I'm going to go take a shower..." Liz said, glancing around and turning on her feet and beginning to walk towards the backroom.
"Well-well, I was just sort of thinking, maybe we could do something?" Max asked from behind her. Liz sighed and turned around slowly.
"I, I don't think that's possible tonight Max." She smiled sadly. Her heart broke into a million tiny pieces of glasses shards seeing his hopeful smile fade and he looked nervously at the ground. Don't do this Max...
"It's um, it's okay. I understand. I'm, I'm just going to go home." Max shrugged. He forced a quick smile and then headed quickly for the exit. Liz stared at the floor and listened to the familiar ringing chime as the door opened and closed. Looking up, she met Maria's lightning shocked eyes.
"Liz! He came all the way here to spend time with you and you just blew him off. I mean, you can go to the prom with him, but a movie is off limits? Don't you get it, he doesn't love Tess, he loves you, and you love him. I can see it in your eyes, you both look like you want to jump each other every ti-"
"Maria." Liz snapped, glaring at her friend. "You just don't understand."
"What?"
"Nevermind."
"No, stop. You obviously have something on your mind, or else you wouldn't keep saying 'Nevermind'. I don't get it. One minute, you're being supportive, you're talking about Max, then you go upstairs, come back down and are all tense and sappy-and-maybe you should get your room fixed there seems to be some mold growing up there contaminating your...soul! Or something!" Maria said, crossing her arms.
"Maria!" Liz stepped forward, her eyes suddenly alert, earnest and pleasing. "I'm, I'm sorry. I'm really sorry. I just, I'm out of it right now. You know ... mood swings. It's that time of month." Liz said under her breath. Maria rolled her eyes and gave a sympathetic smile.
"Why didn't you just say so. You'll always have tomorrow to make it up to Mr.Evans." Maria grinned.
"Right. I'm going to go take a shower now, so do you mind locking up?"
"No problem."
"Thanks Maria." Liz smiled, giving her friend and hug and then hopping eagerly up the stairs and to her room.
"That's funny. Since when did Liz start hopping?" Maria muttered to herself, shaking her head.

"My name is... Liz Parker ... and 5 days ago, I di-"
"What are you doing!?" Liz practically shrieked, after slamming the door shut behind her and running over to Legolas. Open on his lap was her diary. Her diary. HER DIARY. "What do you think you are doing!?"
"I was bored, and I decided to read a book, but it's very hard to make out."
"That is my diary!" Liz said, snatching it from him and holding it tightly. "How much did you read?" She asked unsurely.
"I- up until after it described a passionate and romantic dinner with a man named Kyle Valenti. Was this the Kyle you mentioned earlier?" Legolas asked. "And that is your diary? So it's your life story? It wasn't very interesting." Legolas yawned.
"Yes, yes, and you don't know the half of it. My life, that is." Liz said, moving away and placing her diary in a secret and hidden spot in the room. She moved to her shelf with the old stuffed animals she used to collect and placed the diary under a fuzzy white teddy bear. "Now, I'm going to go take a shower. Don't even think about leaving this room, Allright?" Liz asked, turning around to face him. When she did she blinked quickly and locked her gaze on him. "What are you doing?"
"I need to tend to my wounds." Legolas said, pulling the final layer of clothing over his head, revealing his bare and pale chest. Definitely not from around Roswell, New Mexico. The bleeding gash on his shaped left arm stood out like Rudolph in a snow storm. The wound in his shoulder, was darkening to a disgusting rotten brown, not the most beautiful sight to see. Oh, and his chest-well, there was no injury there. That was just perfect. Not all bulk and abs like Max was, but he had a strange type of strong yet lean figure to him. Legolas smiled at her. "The elf maidens in Mirkwood would always come join me in the lake for my daily bathing session." He smirked. "I have trouble reaching my back, would you-"
"No." Liz cut in, crossing her arms and turning away. "Fine, you can go use the shower first. I'll just ... do something."
"As you wish. I must warn you though, you're missing out."
"Well I assure you elf sir, that I am not." Liz said, putting on a fake accent. She pushed him the rest of the way into her bathroom and shut the door. Quickly striding over to her quilted bed, she collapsed into the soft cotton and took in the fresh scent of pines leaves, mixed with cedar, and it was like smelling an entire forest. But it wasn't Fraizer Woods. It was someplace foreign. Liz looked over the edge of the bed and picked up the dark brown tunic Legolas has thrown off. She held it close, examining it for a while. Taking in all the intricate details, the way it was stitched as if by magic, weaving too fine for the human hand, or even man made machine. Bringing the fabric closer to her nose, she inhaled the scent and it matched the mixed forest she had discovered on her bed. With a soft sigh she let the tunic drop to the floor and turned onto her back, only to come face with the fair skinned elf. Completely in the nude.
"Oh!" Liz rolled out of the way quickly and stood up, looking at him up and down. "Haven't you heard of a towel!" She grabbed a dirty towel from her hamper and thrust it at him. He wrapped it around his bottom hald quickly.
"This texture... it's rough. Not soft like the silky woven towels made from the leaves of the highest trees of Mirkwood, that suck in moisture as if it were needy and near dehydration."
"It's. A. Towel." Liz said slowly. "Why aren't you taking your shower?"
"How can I bathe, or as you say, 'shower' when there is no water inside that tiny room. It is far to small to hold a lake, the tub is empty, there is no heated water jug at my usage, either."
"Just take a shower." Liz shrugged.
"You mean, in that, stall?"
"Yes."
"How do you do it standing up?"
"I'm sorry, do you lack the stamina to stand for a couple minutes?" Liz smirked. She shook her head and stood up, pushing her dark hair behind her ears and grabbing Legolas' hand, dragging him into the bathroom. "Keep your towel on at all times, until I leave." She said over her shoulder, opening the shower's clear door, and stepping in with one foot on the shower's floor tiles, and the other outside the shower. She reached for the knob, turning it as water sprinkled out. "Just stand there, and let the water you know, get all over you, and use the soap and shampoo, you know."
"Actually. I don't know. Shampoo?"
"I don't know about this Mirkwood place you come from... it certainly doesn't look like you've never washed your hair before." She glanced at the long blonde strands that gleamed under the bathroom florescent light.
"Wash my hair? Well, the water in the lake of Mirkwood is so pure, you just step in, and any part of your body that touches the water is instantly clean. Our bathes just take a considerable amount of time because they are so enjoyable. We can float around in the lake, accompanied by many others. You cannot drift or float in this shower, and there is a drain! Only one or two other elves could fit in there!" Liz blinked at him for a while, observing the childlike innocence and confusion, and the child-look annoyance. He probably is a prince. Spoiled Rotten.
"You're asking for it, aren't you?"
"Asking for what?" Legolas repeated, tilting his head slightly.
"Get in." Liz laughed. "And keep your towel on!" She watched as he blinked the spraying water drops out of his eyes and held onto his towel. Grabbing the Shampoo, Conditioner, and Body Scrub off the edge of the bath tub, she kicked off her shoes and socks then opened the door of the shower and stepped onto the wet and slippery tile herself.
"I see you've taken up on my offer. No female elf has never refused, but you aren't an elf."
"No." Liz laughed, finding this incredibly funny. Her waitress uniform had turned from a light cotton aquamarine into a darker shade of teal, doused by a new layer of water.
"Usually when we bathe, we're not wearing any clothing." Legolas frowned. "and, might I add, that your dress is a bit... short?"
"Short?" Liz laughed. "It's past finger-tip length!"
"All females on Middle Earth should wear dresses past their ankles." Legolas said.
"Well, think of it this way. This is closer to nude. Allright, now, shampoo." Liz grabbed the strawberry scented liquid hair cleaner, and popped the cap open, pouring it into her hands. "See, you rub it into your wet hair, or as the term they use on the bottle is lather." Liz explained, rubbing her hands in her dark hair as suds and white foam sprouted up. "Go ahead." He looked at her unsurely and took the shampoo bottle, squeezing a small dollop and placing it careful on his head and massaging the scalp slowly. "That won't do, you've got more hair than me!" Liz chuckled, taking her soapy hands from her hair and taking some of the blonde strands in her hands, decreasing the distance between them.
"It... it feels kinda of funny." Legolas admitted. "Squishy." He raised his hands to his head and began a more workable lather and his hands met Liz's, who was working up from the long ends. She quickly slipped her hands away and turned to the falling water, rinsing her hands.
"And now, we rinse the soap out of our hair." The water cascaded down her dark strands as Liz stood under it. She closed her eyes and used her hands to help squeeze every once of soap out of her hair. Opening her eyes, she stepped aside. Legolas stepped under the shower faucet and let the warm water rinse away the inpurities of his harsh journey from before, and the shampoo residue was washed away quickly leaving his locks wet and shiny.
"Um, now body wash." Liz said, grabbing the poofy-loofah thing and the bath gel, popping the cap and squirting the pink gel onto the pouf. She rolled up the sleeves of her Crashdown uniform and scrubbed her skin with the pouf, creating a rich lather. She switched arms and bent down to get her legs and then shoved the pouf under the water to rinse it, before preparing another one for Legolas. Always keep your hygiene in check, you know. He took the pouf and eyed it strangely, as he did with all new things, and wiped it up against his arm. Up and down. Up and down. He seemed to really enjoy the soap feel because then he quickened his paste and covered all of his upper body in the foam.
"I smell like lilacs." He replied simply. With a reassuring smile Liz took the pouf from his hands and dropped it onto the floor of the shower, so that the water hit and rinse it, while she herself stepped under the water and rinsed herself off. She backed out of the way again and leaned against the shower wall watching him rinse himself with eyed interest. He had picked up on her habit and closed his eyes as the water cleansed him. He held onto his towel with the one hand and the other hung at his side. Without any notice, he flashed his eyes open and they met with Liz's amber brown oculars. Once again she tore herself away. "What comes next?" He asked with an interested smile and gleam in his eyes.
"Conditioner. It makes your hair, soft and...it makes your hair soft." Liz repeated, grabbing the conditioner, also Strawberry scented. "You use it the same way you use Shampoo." She said, tossing the bottle to him. Liz breathed in the deep scent of the warm water mixed the strawberries, lilacs, and the mixed forests and fresh smell of trees. Letting out a heaved sigh, she opened the door to the shower and stepped out.
"Aren't you going to use the conditioner?" Legolas asked in a worried tone, holding up the bottle. Liz looked through the steamed glass door as she shut it and shook her head. Surprisingly she could barely make out Legolas smiling through the steam. "Of course. Your hair already is soft." He chuckled. Her cheeks reddened with a slight blush, she knew he could not see as she grabbed a towel and walked out of the bathroom.

"Liz?" Her Mom flung open the bedroom door as she came out of the bathroom. "Liz! What are you doing? Why is your uniform all wet?"
"I... I fell into the tub." Liz lied, shrugging carelessly and wrapping the towel around her shivering form.
"Are you allright?"
"Yes."
"Why is the shower still running?"
"I'll turn it off, Mom."
"Right you will, of course, honey." Her Mom approached and gave her daughter a quick hug. "I'll leave you to change and go to sleep, too. Good night."
"Good night." Liz repeated as her Mom left the room. Liz quickly walked over to the door and locked it. She quickly proceeded to her drawers, pulling out a pair of old pajamas Maria had given her for her birthday. It was a red satin spaghetti strap tank top, and matching boxer shorts. They were the most comfortable thing Liz had ever slept in, and even though it was slightly worn, (even more comfy), she neglected to wear it very often, with Max's random visits to her balcony in the middle of the night, and all. But tonight... she wanted to feel comfortable again, and she was very very uncomfortable right now. She changed into her pajamas and was towel drying her hair by the time she heard the water squeak to a stop and then a few moments later a very drippy Legolas Greenleaf emerged from the bathroom, still holding the soaking towel to him. "Oh! Let me get you a clean towel, I'm really sorry about that." Liz said, jumping up and rushing past him into the bathroom. She grabbed a fresh towel and tossed it to him, as he moved to pick up his clothing. "Hey, you don't have to sleep in that. I can find something for you." Liz said, proceeding over to her drawer and opening the bottom of the wooden pullouts. There were only a few contents inside. Max's clothing. It was from a time when Max spent the night in her room- they hadn't done anything, but they just felt like they needed to be with each other and he had made some nightly visits more frequently, so she kept the clothes for him, just in case. These visits ceased, and Max rarely spent the night anymore. Liz wouldn't have let him anyway. It wasn't possible. Might as well put these to good use. She tossed Legolas the comfy gray flannel shirt and green and blue plaid pajama pants. Turning around and walking to her window, while he dried himself and changed, Liz looked at the deserted balcony. Deserted. Meaning no Max. What had she been doing with all these strange men? First Sean, now Legolas, if that even is his name! Was she only coming out and befriending them because she was pushing herself away from Max? She hoped not. That would be a sad fact... and this Legolas guy was different. Sure, he was slightly off, maybe not even all there, but he was different. Even more different than Max if it's possible. "I bet he doesn't have a destiny." Liz muttered bitterly to herself. She immediately bit her tongue as Legolas announced he was done.
"Where shall I sleep?" He asked.
"Oh, um, I don't know. I can't let you out of my room. My mother, I mean, let's just say I shouldn't even have strange men in my room, let alone my house where my mother could find out. We'll just make do for tonight and tomorrow morning you can get dressed back up and go to your Harry Potter convention." Liz smiled.
"I'll sleep on the floor." He announced, returning the smile ever so slightly. Liz nodded and opened her closet door, fetching a sheet, blankets, a comforter and quilt, setting them up to a comfortable self made fabric bed on the floor. Hopping into her bed, she handed him a pillow from it and then snuggled herself underneath and closed her eyes. She had resolved this very well. Treat a stranger with some kindness, and hopefully it will come back around. It was even a fun experience, something she could tell her grandchildren. 'I showered with a stranger I just met who was dressed as an elf and shot himself with his own arrows. Oh, but he was a hottie.' Okay. Maybe not. "Goodnight." Liz murmured, following it with a soft yawn.
"Goodnight, fair maiden." Legolas answered, his voice wide and alert.
"Call me Liz."
"Liz?"
"Yes?"
"I'm not going to a 'Harry Potter's Convention'."

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So, how was it? Do you think I rushed it with a 'shower scene', but it was different, because Liz was fully clothed and he was, sort of, and they didn't do anything, I mean they just met and this is Liz we are talking about. All the same, if you reveiw, could you tell me if you think I made Liz too OOC? I have all these questions I have to ask, because I do consider what people hint at. I 3 my readers!

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