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Chapter Two-Oblivion
Pinpricks of light pierced the darkness, changing colour, shape and size. Legolas, drifting like a ship without an anchor, marvelled at their beauty. Swirling vortexes surrounded him. He seemed to be in space, passing stars and planets so close he would have stretched out his hand and touched them, but for the fact that his body seemed frozen. He could only turn his head in wonder as he floated by. The elf did not know where he was or where he was going, only that he seemed to be getting faster and faster with each passing moment, free falling now into a wall of blackness that was darker than any he had yet seen. Then he hit it, or at least it seemed so, and once again he passed out of consciousness. When Legolas awoke, the first thing he realised was that he was standing, not lying. That was wrong, to begin with. As he opened his eyes, he saw to his horror that he was not in Middle Earth. He was not even wearing his own clothes anymore. He reached for the comfort of his bow, but it was gone. So was his quiver and his knives. What had happened to him to make him like this? He was still the same person, of that he was certain. But he was not wearing or carrying any of his normal things. Then, the realisation hit him. He had been sent away from Middle Earth. It wasn't surprising really, when he thought about it. He had been so arrogant and self-centred, his Father had just got so sick of him that he had got rid of him. That shook the elf's confidence, bringing him back down to Earth with a resounding thump. He couldn't just stand here forever. Taking a deep breath, he walked through the tall iron gates in front of him.
Chapter Two-Oblivion
Pinpricks of light pierced the darkness, changing colour, shape and size. Legolas, drifting like a ship without an anchor, marvelled at their beauty. Swirling vortexes surrounded him. He seemed to be in space, passing stars and planets so close he would have stretched out his hand and touched them, but for the fact that his body seemed frozen. He could only turn his head in wonder as he floated by. The elf did not know where he was or where he was going, only that he seemed to be getting faster and faster with each passing moment, free falling now into a wall of blackness that was darker than any he had yet seen. Then he hit it, or at least it seemed so, and once again he passed out of consciousness. When Legolas awoke, the first thing he realised was that he was standing, not lying. That was wrong, to begin with. As he opened his eyes, he saw to his horror that he was not in Middle Earth. He was not even wearing his own clothes anymore. He reached for the comfort of his bow, but it was gone. So was his quiver and his knives. What had happened to him to make him like this? He was still the same person, of that he was certain. But he was not wearing or carrying any of his normal things. Then, the realisation hit him. He had been sent away from Middle Earth. It wasn't surprising really, when he thought about it. He had been so arrogant and self-centred, his Father had just got so sick of him that he had got rid of him. That shook the elf's confidence, bringing him back down to Earth with a resounding thump. He couldn't just stand here forever. Taking a deep breath, he walked through the tall iron gates in front of him.