Author's Note: Hey folks, thanks so much for all the reviews! It's very encouraging and persuades my little fingers work a little faster. However, this is now a co-authored fic! A friend of mine, Jerika Narag (no, she is not my imaginary friend), will be helping me write parts of the story. Just to clarify things, Lord of the Rings doesn't exist in Elyssa's world. As always, constructive criticism is welcome!
Sadly, we do not own Lord of the Rings.
Chapter 1
Legolas sat on a horse roaming through the woods. He clutched a bow tightly in his hands feeling that it was a good day for hunting orcs. Suddenly, in the short distance, a loud explosion was heard and the elf led the horse toward it. He arrived at a hut, dismounted the horse, and entered through the doorway. Inside, he was greeted warmly.
"Legolas!" greeted a tall, white bearded old man, "What a pleasure to see you. What brings you here this fine day?"
"I heard an explosion from this direction, Gandalf."
Gandalf laughed, "Oh my, I believe I know the reason for that. I've just been apprenticing young Haurion here on some spells."
"Good day, Haurion," greeted Legolas politely. "Sorry to disturb your lesson…"
"Oh, it's quite alright," assured the boy. "I've already managed to mix the toad's croak with the ground dragon scale."
"That's the explosion I saw from the distance!" laughed the elf moving toward him, "…And that's why you're blue."
"Yes," shrugged Haurion. "I'm afraid it'll take all of Gandalf's patience for me to ever become a great wizard like him."
"Do not worry, boy. In time it will become easier."
"I hope so, Legolas," he moved to take one of the flasks from the table and in doing so, he managed to knock one over. The flask fell to the ground at Legolas' feet and broke into countless pieces. A cloud of smoke wisped from the fallen liquid enveloping the elf and then dissipating to reveal nothing.
The apprentice blinked, "Uh-oh."
The old man turned from his work and noticed the broken flask on the floor. He frowned, "This is ralmara potion."
"Sir, what does this mean?"
"Legolas will be gone for some time but I don't believe that he is in any immediate danger."
"Will he return?" whispered the apprentice, eyes wide with fear.
"Oh, there is no doubt of his return, however, I do hope that wherever he has been transported, he will not have any qualms with nudity."
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Legolas blinked a few times. He was in complete darkness and unsure of where exactly he was. All he knew was that there wasn't any air and he began to feel stifled and afraid. As an elf, and creature of light, he disliked the dark. He made a face and attempted to take a step forward slamming painfully, head first into a solid wall. Something dropped from above, attacking him. He felt a little dazed as he struggled to get the assailant from his head. Suddenly, through his confusion, he saw a faint stream of light enter the darkness. He moved toward it only to be knocked unconscious by a hard blunt object. The last thing he remembered was the feeling of helplessness as he tumbled to the ground.
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As he drifted back to the world of the consciousness, he felt something soft and damp caressing his forehead. He remained still for a few moments as the caress stopped. Then he felt something else, something gentle and soft stroked the tip of his ear. He chose that moment to groan slightly and the simple touch vanished.
Slowly, he opened his eyes and marveled in wonder at the beauty before him. Her eyes, large and dark were filled with worry. There was a slight crease on her brow. Her skin tone was slightly more tanned than he had ever seen; yet it suited her, giving her an exotic radiance. He had never before been at a loss for words, but as he opened his mouth to speak no sound left his throat. He was still recovering from the sight of this angel, that or he was still in shock from the blow to his head. Perhaps she was partly elfin.
Upon reaching this idea, he decided to speak in his elfin tongue, asking her where he was. Judging from the way her lovely eyes clouded in confusion and her full lips pouted adorably, he understood she was human. "Forgive me," he apologized. She understood that. Gaining confidence he went on, "Where am I?"
The beauty of the stranger moved Elyssa, but her curiosity could hardly keep her tongue still. "You're in my bedroom. The question is, what are you doing here?"
"I wish I knew, My Lady. One moment I was in my friend Gandalf's hut, the next I was here." Elyssa peered down at him curiously. She was beginning to think he was a little crazy; either that or he had a mild touch of amnesia.
"I see… well, my name's Elyssa, what's yours?" she declared, believing that the best course of action would be to gain mutual trust.
"I," he began, struggling off the bed and onto his feet, "am Legolas Greenleaf, Elfin Prince of Mirkwood, son of Thranduil." Elyssa's eyes widened in fear.
"Elf…?" she squeaked. "Look, you psycho, I don't know how you got into my head," she spoke frantically, "but I'm going to have to ask you to leave now because frankly, you're scaring me!"
"I don't understand…?"
"Don't make me use this again!" Elyssa snatched the forgotten baseball bat from the floor. As an after thought, she tacked on, "You can keep the bathrobe."
Legolas blinked but stood stubbornly in place. "I apologize for frightening you, My Lady, but I speak the truth," he began to slowly walk toward her. "I don't know how I managed to get to this," he paused to look around, "place, and I am at an equal loss as to how I will return home, but I do know that I am in great need of your help." He was right in front of her now. Gently, he took both her shoulders and gazed into her eyes silently pleading.
After a moment of silence, he continued, "I believe that I am no longer in Middle-Earth. This is a strange realm and I am but a stranger in it. Please, Fair Lady, help me return home. I implore you, do not turn away."
The helplessness in his voice caused Elyssa to drop the baseball bat, but the sorrow in his strikingly blue eyes that compelled her to believe him. "You're telling me the truth," she whispered, "You're Legolas? That's amazing. I'm sorry; I'm just a little confused at the moment…" Elyssa stopped to think. "So you need to get back to Middle-Earth and you need my help. I think I can help you out… I'm not sure how, yet. But right now, I think the best action plan is to get you to pass for a human while you're here."
"Thank you," he said, smiling brilliantly. Relief washed over the elfin prince and shone on his face. He realized this lovely girl just might actually save him.
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The first chapter's done! Yay! Just in case you were wondering, when I created the description of the girl I had her look something like Pocahontas. Only, she's supposed to be Philippino. I mean, Legolas has to like her for a good reason doesn't he? And what better reason than the fact that he's never seen something like her before. Is this a Mary-Sue? Feedback please! ^_~
Erika and Jerika