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...

LuciousCheese
Yoly
Reveiw #19 (Who didn't post a name.)
LouiseRice- Exactly, if we were in Liz's shoes and Legolas needed help taking a shower, I'd be very eager to help.
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A/N: So many errors in the last chapter, even though I put it through spell check. I'll be reloading hopefully closer to perfect chapters for 1+2 soon. But, hey, it's alot better than one chapter of my Fifthwheeler fic "Alive" where I didn't spell check at all, and I don't have a beta, and it was chaos!

A/N: Okay I've gotten a sugestion for a title from a friend at FanForum,
so thanks so much to Sophie for suggesting 'The Foreigner'. So next time you look around for this fic, once Ch.4 is up, it will be titled 'The Foreigner'. So bookmark it now, or keep that it mind. Thanks again Sophie, I love you!
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I am no superman.
I have no answers for you.
I am no hero, oh that's for sure.
But I do know one thing for sure,
is where you are, is where I want to be.
-Dave Matthews Band
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Recap: After teaching Legolas how to shower, (fully clothed on Liz's part, mind you), Liz lets Legolas stay the night in her room, thinking he'll just leave tomorrow. She also blew off Max (gently) earlier.
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"WHY SHOULD I CARE? YOU WEREN'T THERE WHEN I WAS SCARED, I WAS SO ALONE! YOU, YOU NEED TO LISTEN, I'M STARTING TO TRIP, I'M LOSING MY GRIP AND I'M IN THIS THING ALONE!" Avril Lavigne literally blasted through the radio at precisely 6:30 AM. Legolas quickly, and gracefully jumped to his feet grabbing his bow and arrow from his satchel and aiming at the small smooth black box from which the voices were emitting. He looked at the bed where Liz was just now beginning to stir and she pulled her arm out from underneath the covers and sheets of her bed, and hit the black box. It instantly shut off, and the noises deceased. Liz gave a small grumble and turned over onto her side, obviously ready to go back to sleep.
"Liz!" Legolas whispered, setting down his bow and arrow.
"Mmm?" Liz made an acknowledging sound, pulling the covers closer around her.
"What, what was that contraption?" He asked unsurely.
"That was my radio, Legolas." Liz murmured.
"A radio?"
"When it comes on... when it comes on in the morning, it means I'm supposed to wake up."
"Oh. Well, I was quite alarmed. It was rather loud and violent."
"It was Avril Lavigne, Legolas. Of course it's loud and violent."
"Avril Lavigne. That's an interesting name." Legolas commented, sitting down on the edge of her bed.
"Hmph." Liz snorted. "And Legolas is just your average Joe." She smiled. Legolas didn't respond. He had really no clue as to what she was implying, or who 'Joe' was. After a few moments of silence, he spoke up again.
"Since the noises came from the radio, shouldn't you be awake now?"
"I am awake. I'm just relaxing for a couple of minutes."
"There's no time to relax in Middle-Earth. We have to be up before Dawn, and already the sun is high in the sky. I waited patiently for you to awaken, then that radio turned on."
"You waited for me to wake up? What time did you wake up?" Liz asked into her pillow.
"I was awake all night, technically. Elves don't exactly sleep, we don't close our eyes, we just lay and then- it's hard to explain, the Elvish form of sleeping." He sighed, looking at the brunette snuggled up in her bed. Liz gave a slight giggle.
"You are so method." She commented. Legolas arched an eyebrow perplexed.
"Liz? Are you going to get up, now?"
"No." Liz said, clinging onto her sheets tighter. Legolas stood up from her bed quickly. He could not take the waiting, it was already late into the day. He grabbed the pillow from underneath her head of silky brown hair and pulled it out quickly. "Hey!" Liz sat up quickly, reaching for the soft comfy cotton pillow but he pulled it from her reach.
"You need to get out of bed, there's much to do in a day's work and you're hours behind."
"My shift doesn't start until after school today!" Liz whined, reaching for her pillow like a child as if their favorite toy had been taken away from then. Legolas smirked and threw the pillow onto the floor and stepped forward, pulling the covers off of her from her grasp. "No! It's cold!!" Liz said, scampering on her knees to reach the bed sheets before he pulled them off, but failed. She looked around helplessly and spotted the comforter and quilts from where he had been sleeping last night. She looked at Legolas and theirs eyes met, as fast as she could she jumped off the bouncy bed and rolled or maybe tummeled is the word, down to the comforter the same time that Legolas lunged for it in order to stop her. She made it only seconds before Legolas, who fell down at her side and tried to push her off the fabric bed.
"Elizabeth!" Legolas protested. Liz let out a hearty laugh and rolled onto her other side, facing him. Her smile faded slightly as she looked at his insistent expression.
"Allright, allright. I give up. You win." Liz smiled, easing herself into a sitting position. Legolas smiled charmingly, a champion's smile, and sprang up, extending his hand to help her stand. Liz took his hand, almost shivering at how cold it was and once standing, began to smooth out the folds in her red pajamas. "I'm going to go into the bathroom and change. Wait for me, and don't go anywhere." Liz said, opening a drawer and pulling out some clothes and then rushing into the bathroom. Legolas turned around and picked up the sheets and pillows, beginning to fold and make the bed.

Liz emerged from the bathroom and looked around in slight surprise. Legolas sat in a chair by her desk, behind him was her perfectly made bed, with the blankets and quilts he had used perfectly folded and stacked neatly. He was sitting down examining an arrow in his hands, and had already changed back into his Elven wear. He glanced up at her as she reentered the room. Liz's brown hair was styled into the large wavy curls, and she was wearing a tight dark blue T-shirt and corduroy khaki pants, with an indie-style belt with long fringed ends that were tied at the side.
"You didn't have to do that." Liz said, glancing at the bed behind him. Legolas turned, his blonde hair sweeping about his face, to gaze back at the bed.
"A simple task, in return for giving me shelter and taking care of my personal hygiene." Legolas responded. Liz smiled and watched as he placed the arrow back into his satchel and stood up. "You look beautiful." He commented. "But I have never seen a woman in my life wear pants."
"Never?" Liz asked, frowning in order to hide the face of immense flusteration.
"But you don't look like a man at all." Legolas smiled. He turned around and picked up his boots from the floor by her bed. Liz walked over to him quickly.
"Hey."
"Hey." He repeated, looking at her blankly.
"Um, your hair-" Liz lightly touched a few strands. "There's some knots. I'll get you a brush." She turned, grabbing a wooden brush from her dresser and handed it to him. Legolas took it in his right hand and began to brush the silky blonde strands. Liz stood there watching in fascination. She just wanted to touch his hair again. It was so soft, like the fuzzy feathers of a bird's chest. Like the softness of bed sheets fresh out of the dryer, or of Max's worn flannel shirts. She watched as he reached over his shoulder, struggling to brush the ends of his long hair. "I got it." Liz said, moving over and sitting on the bed behind him. She took the brush from his hands, their hands touching quickly, and she moved the brush down his long hair in fascination. Using her free hand, she ran it over the silk woven strands lightly. The feel of it was just incredible, and Liz was actually getting hooked on somebody's hair. She ran the brushed down to the ends of his hair, which was at the middle of his back. She ran her fingers through the hair, lightly touching the fabric of his tunic and she felt him tense slightly as her fingers ran down his back. Quickly folding her hands in her lap, and feeling the moisture coming off them, she announced, "Done." Legolas stood up quickly and turned to face her, he could feel the goosebumps and shivers going up and down his spine, and growing on his back.
"Thankyou." Legolas replied earnestly. He once again, offered her his cold hand, which she took as he helped her up into a standing position. "What shall we do now? Will you allow me out of this room?" Legolas asked, holding his hands behind his back.
"Yea, yea." Liz nodded, heading for the door. "But, um, I just have to make sure my mom doesn't see you. You'll just be a customer in town for a convention, or whatever it is you are doing."
"I see you still don't beleive me." Legolas frowned. There was an awkward silence for a few moments, and then Legolas spoke up again, "Would you tell me the name of the town I am in?"
"Roswell."

"Allright, the coast is clear." Liz said, holding open the door as Legolas walked outside past her. She turned and shut the oak door softly and made her way towards the stairs, beckoningly him to follow, which he did. "My mom is taking a shower right now." Liz explained, just as the reoccurance of another certain shower flashed into her mind. She shrugged it off and walked down the stairs, peering out of the backroom. Good, no Maria in sight. "See that booth over there?" Liz said, pointing towards the one closet to the counter. "Just go sit down there, I'll get you some food." Legolas nodded and moved swiftly. It would've been completely inconspicous if he hadn't been completely clothed like an extra out of Broadway's Robin Hood. Liz began to walk over towards the counter, when she felt two hands grasp her shoulders quickly, Liz was seized with alarm and cried out in fear.
"Liz!" Legolas heard her cry and quickly sprang up from the booth, leaping to her, with his bow and arrow ready and pointed at the curly blonde behind her.
"Oh God, Maria!" Liz sighed with relief. "You scared me." She looked at her friend, but Maria's eyes were transfixed (along with everyone else in the cafe) on the bow in Legolas's hands, and the arrow pointed at Maria's throat. Liz put her hand on Legolas's arm reassuringly. "Legolas, it's okay. My friend Maria just...scared me, it's okay, go sit down." Liz said gently, as if serening a frisky puppy dog. Legolas put down his bow and backed away slowly, keeping his eyes on the two girls.
"Who is that!?" Maria asked Liz, taking glances at Legolas over her shoulder.
"Oh, um, that's Legolas. He... he's a foreign exchange stundent from... Switzerland. I mean, you know, Alex went to Switzerland... and Legolas came here." Liz lied. Maria nodded. She bought it. Of course she bought it. Who wouldn't? Alex. Can't think about that now though.
"Very, defensive isn't he?" Maria muttered.
"That's what they do in Switzerland, they take up archery..." Liz shrugged.
"Do you think he'd go with me to the prom?" Maria pondered aloud, tilting her head.
"Maria, I don't think he knows what a prom is." Liz walked into the kitchen, followed by her friend. Michael had just come in through the back door of the kitchen, and was putting on his apron. "Michael can you get me one order of a Pancake Space Special?" Liz asked.
"On the way." Michael muttered. Maria crossed her arms and walked over to Michael.
"You never answered my calls last night." Maria muttered. Michael glanced at her in annoyance, over his shoulder.
"I got the messages. I'm not going to prom. End of discussion." He said harshly.
"Michael! We are supposed to be going out, a couple, and couples go to the prom together!" Maria protested.
"Didn't I just say 'End of discussion!?'" Michael snapped. In frustration he waved his hand over the pancake batter, and instantly it was cooked in the skillet. He grabbed the strawberry topping and globbed it on and then shook the whip cream can and sprayed. He practically shoved the plate into Liz's hands.
"Michael, you know the food doesn't taste as good when you use your powers." Liz sighed. She didn't mean to make Michael's mood even worse.
"I want you both to leave me alone." Michael announced, taking off his apron.
"Michael where are you going, you have to cook until Carlos gets here for his shift!" Liz said, following him towards the kitchen exit, with Maria trailing behind her.
"I can't cook with the both of you whining." Michael said, pushing through the doors. He stopped suddenly. "Who is Max talking to?" Michael asked, arching an eyebrow. Liz peered over his shoulder and her doe eyes grew huge like a deer in an incoming car's headlights. She pushed past Michael and over to Legolas' booth, setting the pancakes down.
"Max." She looked at the dark haired man sitting across from the long blonde.
"Hi Liz." Max smiled.
"Thankyou, Elizabeth." Legolas said, looking at the food. "I was just asking, Maxwell here, where I might find a blacksmith."
"Unfortunately, I don't know of any blacksmiths in Roswell, sorry Legolas, I said it right, right?" Max asked. Legolas nodded. "So, what brings you to Roswell? You don't like your from around here." Max asked in a friendly tone.
"He's the exchange student from Switzerland!" Liz cut in quickly. Legolas blinked and looked at Liz, then at Max. He nodded slowly.
"I guess you two have already been acquainted." Max said softly, smiling ever so slightly.
"Yes,." Legolas nodded. "Liz taught me how to sho-"
"Anyway." Liz cut in once again, "Max, I'm sorry about last night. I was in a really cranky mood, and I just needed to sleep on it. If, if you want to, we could do something today, after school?"
"Brody has me working all afternoon, or else I'd be working on prom night." Max explained.
"Oh, allright." Liz said sadly. "Maybe tomorrow, before the prom then."
"Maybe." Max replied. They both turned to Legolas as he picked up the pancake in both hands and then bit into. He paused while he chewed and then went at the soft pancake again, this time like a savage eating hungrily. He was getting strawberry sauce all over his pretty pale face, as well.
"These are better than lembas!" Legolas said, finishing the first pancake.
"Hey Max, your friend has bigger ears than you do." Michael said, walking over. "Did you just compliment my cooking?"
"I've never tried anything like this in my life!" Legolas exclaimed, getting more strawberry sauce on him.
"Legolas, let me show you where the silverware is..." Liz said, taking his sticky strawberry sauce stained hand and leading him to the backroom. She grabbed a towel and opened the door to the men's restroom, and turned on the sink, dampening the towel. She squeezed the excess water from the gray towel and turned to look at Legolas. She couldn't help but grin at how adorable he was with all that strawberry sauce everywhere. He was like a little child learning all these new things, like how to shower and eat, and she just wanted to take care of him because he was so helplessly adorable. Liz walked over, and steadied herself by placing one hand on Legolas' shoulder and then having to stand on the tips of her toes, reached up and began to wipe the strawberry off of his face with extreme care, trying to be as gentle as she possibly could. Legolas watched her with his steely dark blue eyes, and shivered at the coldness of the cloth. Or was it her hand on his shoulder? He could feel the chills running up and down his spine and his breathing coming out more ragged as she moved her hand from his shoulder, slowly creeping it's way to his cheek.
"Liz..." He whispered, moving his hand up and touching the arm of the hand that was placed on his cheek, ever so lightly. Not light enough. Liz quickly pulled away and dropped the towel into the sink.
"Um, do you know what a foreign exchange student is?" Liz asked. He shook his head while staring at the detailed and intricate mathematical patterns of the bathroom floor tile. "If anyone asks, you're from Switzerland, and you are here on an exchange student program. It's where, students from one country, visit another, as an educational oppurtunity." Liz explained.
"So, I'm visiting your town, Roswell, which I have never heard of in Gondor or Rohan before, but I am an exchange student from Switzerland. A place I also have not heard of. We hear of many places in Mirkwood." Legolas said, crossing his arms. Liz leaned against the orange painted walls and looked down perplexed. Why did she even tell her friends that Legolas was an exchange student? Last night she was sure he would be leaving this morning, and now if the exchange student left they day he arrived- it wouldn't make sense! He was supposed to just go to his sci-fi convention, or actors convention, or whatever... and then leave! Why did Liz do that? Did she just say it as an excuse for Legolas to stay longer? Or was it because she might actually be believing him? If there are aliens out there... there certainly could be elves. No, no, no. That's not right. Liz took a deep breath. He's probably a really good actor who never breaks for a second. Or, maybe he's an actor with amnesia! "Liz, are you allright? You look criptic."
"I am." Liz replied. "I'm sorry Legolas, I don't know why I said that you were an exchange student. I know, I said we'd find a way to get you home today."
"Well... home isn't really my destination."
"What is?"
"Lorien. Lothlorien."
"Legolas, there's no place called Lorien in New Mexico."
"What's New Mexico?"
"Oh...god." Liz banged her head lightly on the bathroom wall. "Legolas, okay, this is what we are going to do. You'll come to school with me today, and then maybe I can take you to a doctor?"
"A doctor... a professional in medicine. Liz, my cuts are fine, they're healing. I don't need a doctor."
"No, you don't understand. Not that type of doctor."
"What type of doctor then?"
"You'll see when I take you, but first, I can't leave you here with my mom. You're too suspicous. Maybe, before we go to the doctor, I'll take you shopping and get you a room at the motel 6 or something. Do you have any money-er, currency?"
"Oh, yes. I'm a prince." Legolas smiled. He pulled out a little brown bag from his uniform and emptied the contents into his hands. Quite an amount of large gold coins. "All my wealth is in Mirkwood, when I left on the journey to aid the ring bearer, I traveled lightly."
"Well... this... won't work." Liz eyed a gold coin strangely. Definitely not from Switzerland. Great. He didn't have any money, he couldn't stay anywhere. "I don't think you can stay here, Legolas. My dad is going to be back from his business trip tonight..." Liz said sadly. "Don't worry, we'll figure something out, I promise." She said earnestly. "I'll help you."

Max stared at the pancakes, or extremely mess that once was pancakes infront of him. Inching his hand forward, he tore off a piece and stuffed it in his mouth. He working his teeth and chewed and then swallowed, making a disgusted face.
"Michael... you used your powers." Max said, grabbing his Tabasco coke drink and washing down the taste of alien cooked pancakes.
"Well, Legolas seemed to like it." Michael muttered. "I think that guy's queer."
"He seems nice to me."
"Nice? He's more than nice." Maria chuckled. "Try exotically handsome. I wonder what's taking Liz so long in there..." Maria smirked. She quickly straightened her face seeing Max's obvious discomfort in that statement. Just as Maria finished her sentence, the door open and Liz came out, followed by Legolas.
"Legolas is coming to school with us." She announced. Maria's grin broadened widely, Max nodded and gave a short smile, and Michael simply huffed and headed towards the door. Liz smiled back at Legolas and followed Michael outside. Max jumped into the driver's seat and Michael plopped down next to him in the shot gun. This left Legolas in the middle of the back seat between Maria and Liz. Although Maria was constantly trying to start a conversation, Legolas' attention was turned on Liz who sat there silently watched the road. Suddenly the contraption they were sitting in began to vibrate and Legolas instinctively grabbed Liz's hand. Liz looked up at him smiled. "It's okay." She whispered. "We all know Max should get a new car, this one's falling apart, but he loves Bob." She smiled and gazed at Max. Max glanced in the rear view mirror and smiled back at Liz, but the corners off his mouth drooped slightly seeing her hand in Legolas'. Legolas, quickly let go of Liz's hand and his pale cheeks reddened extremely from being so scared and jumpy. He was Legolas Greenleaf, Prince of Mirkwood, and elf with the great agility, and the sharpest senses in all of Mirkwood. But... this wasn't Mirkwood. He clasped his hands together in his lap and watched the surrounding environment, all very different and less majestical than Gondor should've been, flew by as they rolled along. This buggy, or jeep that they were in, made noises too. Very unpleasant noises. Legolas seemed very troubled. What if he was in one of the slums of Gondor? Where the rebels and anarchists all lay. They would kill an elf prince, or just an elf if they saw him. The bandits. No... there was no way he was in a slum. Just being beside Liz, he was convinced he was in Gondor's royal throne room. Her beauty was majestic and imperial in so many different ways. She must be a queen.

"My king!" Boromir protested, running ahead and blocking the ranger's path. "You cannot go back into the Mines of Moria! We lost two simply trying to get out, the balrog may still be alive, the orcs are probably still inside!"
"Legolas is in there!"
"He couldn't have survived the fall, Aragorn. It was pitch blackness are far down as you could see."
"The mines play mind tricks on you. It may not've been that far down. Keep in mind, he is an elf, extremely graceful creatures, they should never surprise you to survive any wear."
"If he was graceful, he wouldn't have fallen off!"
"He was hit by orc arrows! There's still a chance that he survived! He didn't go down with a Balrog!" Aragorn shouted hysterically. He glanced over and met the crystal blue eyes of the ring bearer, who looked down sadly and threw a rock into the distance. "I'm sorry, Frodo." Aragorn said earnestly. "But Legolas isn't dead, or doomed! I can feel it, he's there some where, very faint. He's anything but dead."
"I can sense it too." Gimli gruffed. "Legolas will survive..."
"And if he does, he knows where to go. He will meet us in Lorien! But you cannot hold us back on his hopeless account, he wouldn't want you too! Don't sacrifice this mission on your feelings for your Elven friend!"
"Not my Elven friend." Aragorn replied. "My friend. My best friend. I will do anything to save him, but it is Frodo's choice." He said, walking over and bending down on one knee into the soft wet grass. "Frodo, which way shall we go?"
"... We've lost Gandalf and Legolas." Frodo paused. "No one else can navigate us to Lorien, except for you, Strider." Frodo said quietly. "And we need to get there as soon as possible. Boromir is right, Legolas knows where to go..." Aragorn bowed his head in despair.
"Very well, very well." He stood up. "Gather you things. We leave for Lorien at once." The king picked up his pack, and glanced back at the exit of Moria. "I'll find you, Legolas, son of Thranduil, Prince of Mirkwood. My best friend. I'll find you."

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Allright, so a sort of a short chapter there, but it's okay because we sort of caught up with Aragorn & Co. What did you think, though? I thought it would be a bit dull to have Legolas as simply Liz's secret, locked up in her room all day, and no one else to talk to. That'd be so cruel!

Okay, don't forget that next time, when Ch.4 is uploaded, it will be titled 'The Foreigner'. So, it might be wise to bookmark/add to your favourites now so you don't get all confused and can't find the story or something.

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