Hi! I'm Jess, the one who "polishes" and "garnishes" this fic. Basically,
Jessie "brushes the hair" of the story, and I go over it with a fine-
toothed comb and braid it!
Jessie: Thanks for the reviews, Legolas's Lover and Harith! We
appreciate them and here's the next chapter! Jess and me debated a lot
over this chap., so we hope it's good.
Standard disclaimers apply.
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I turned my head toward the voice. A handsome man with long, blonde hair, dressed in a green tunic, green leggings, and brown boots stood before me. He looked familiar, but I couldn't quite place him. He looked pretty funny in the way that he just stood there in his odd clothing. And who says "Milady" any more?
Cassidy doubled over in giggles, but I tried not to laugh. He might have been an escaped mental patient. He was looking at Cassidy then around her, then behind himself, like he was trying to figure out what she was laughing at.
"Excuse me, sir, but are you ok?" I could barely hold back a snigger.
"May I propose the same question to you, milady? It is not common to find two elves wandering deep in the forests of Mirkwood. Are you lost?"
"Elves?" Suddenly I knew where I recognized him from. "Oh, wait, you're that Orlando Bloom guy aren't you? What are you doing in Ohio? And why are you dressed as Lego-man?" I asked, smiling at the humor in the situation. From the look on his face, I could tell he was not amused. "Milady, I am Legolas Greenleaf, Prince of Northern Mirkwood. I am certainly not any Orlando Bloom, and I have not heard of the flower. We are in Mirkwood, not 'Oheeo'. Have you hit your head?"
Cassidy's eyes grew wide as he spoke, as if he has just said he knew where exactly at the North Pole Santa lived and was offering us free tickets.
"Mirkwood? That's in the book you read me, Allie, "The Hobbit"! I loved that book!" she beamed up at "Legolas".
I looked up at Orlando Bloom, equal confusion in both our eyes. I never knew Cassidy liked it when I read that book to her. If I did, I would have read the whole trilogy to her. (A/N- The rest of this chapter is in Legolas' p.o.v.)
I couldn't help but stare at the girls. They were elves, but the oddest elves I had ever seen. The older one's shirt was blue and not made in any style I had ever seen, her pants were also blue and too short for her, and her shoes looked over decorated and cheaply made.
And her sister- at least I thought it was the older girl's sister, they had a resemblance between them- was dressed even more strangely. Her shirt was in the same odd style, a gaudy pink bear with a poorly depicted shooting star on its belly pictured on it. I knew of no respectable elven family who would choose that as their emblem. Her pants were the same color as the other girl's, but they were riveted and had metal studs around the pockets.
(A/N- do elves have pockets? Do they call them pockets? We couldn't decide. Debate on review board!)
It looked as though she wore thick stockings underneath them.
They had to be the oddest elves in Middle Earth. If it weren't for the ears, I would have thought them human. In fact, the only reason I had called out to them in the common tongue was because I couldn't see their ears when I first saw them. Their hair covered their ears- also odd. (A/N: Haven't noticed how elves always keep the hair away from the ears? They're obviously proud of being elves.)
'Maybe they were raised by dwarves,' I thought humorously. But what disturbed me the most was the elder one's face. She was not ugly, nor was she unusually beautiful, but her eyes were brown! I knew that men and dwarves often had brown eyes, but an elf. It was an unspoken rule that elves did not have brown eyes. Again, her ears were the only things proved her an elf. I was beginning to wonder if they were real.
The color of her eyes was not the only thing that was unusual about them. My mother can send me toppling with one sharp look from her eyes. I've heard that Galadriel, the Lady of the Woods in Lothlorien, can do much worse. This strange elf maiden's eyes held no such power. The look about her was, well, as Rainwe, our chief palace guard would say, "She would chat pleasantly with a thief while his gang robbed her blind."
And her eyes held something odd in them... an agedness... a sadness... a sense of not knowing that she was an elf...I shook myself out of such foolish thoughts and bent down to the young one, who had a shy smile on her face. She seemed to trust me more than her sister.
"Little lady, I do not know of what book you speak, but you and your sister seemed to be somewhat dazed. Let me take you back to the castle."
I could instantly tell that that was not the right thing to say. The older reached and pulled her sister back to her. She gave me a look of such suspicion that I almost blurted out that what did she think, that I was some foul orc?
"Castle? What castle?" the older one said frowning.
"My castle," I said softly, trying to reassure the girl. "May I ask your names, and your business in Mirkwood?"
She composed herself and took a deep breath.
"I am Alexis Trenton. This is my sister, Cassidy. We saw a child in the woods, and when we went after her, we got lost. We have no idea where we are, and."
"Yes we do, Allie! We're in Mirkwood, remember? Legolas said so." Cassidy looked up at me and smiled.
"Yes, I did." The young one was precious. For all their strange garb, they were obviously just two lost sisters that somehow wandered their way into Mirkwood. Mother and Father would understand.
Wait. Did they say their names were Alexis Trenton and Cassidy? With those names, maybe they really were raised by dwarves. If their names were Elvish, I have a passionate love affair with an orc.
"Where are you from?" I asked, halfway curious, and halfway wanting to hear what dwarven cave they named.
"Ohio. We are still in Ohio, not Mirkwood. Dude, are you sure you're mentally secure?" She said the last part softly, as if to not provoke me.
"Mil-Alexis, I must again remind you that this is Mirkwood. Not the Oheeo land you speak of. If you refuse my assistance, I shall leave you in the forest alone tonight, to fend for yourselves. But be forewarned, evil lurks here." I was being sarcastic, but I really did want to get out of the forest. I had heard a warg hunting party.
As if to illustrate my point, another warg howl pierced the air.
"Umm, ok why not?" Alexis laughed nervously.
"Yay!" Cassidy yelled, "To the castle!" She then got on an imaginary horse and began "galloping" behind me.
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Well, what do you think? Thank you for your encouragement, and I hoped you liked the sarcasm in this one. I always imagined the younger Legolas as a witty guy. Any comments/ideas/opinions are welcome! Please R+R!
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I turned my head toward the voice. A handsome man with long, blonde hair, dressed in a green tunic, green leggings, and brown boots stood before me. He looked familiar, but I couldn't quite place him. He looked pretty funny in the way that he just stood there in his odd clothing. And who says "Milady" any more?
Cassidy doubled over in giggles, but I tried not to laugh. He might have been an escaped mental patient. He was looking at Cassidy then around her, then behind himself, like he was trying to figure out what she was laughing at.
"Excuse me, sir, but are you ok?" I could barely hold back a snigger.
"May I propose the same question to you, milady? It is not common to find two elves wandering deep in the forests of Mirkwood. Are you lost?"
"Elves?" Suddenly I knew where I recognized him from. "Oh, wait, you're that Orlando Bloom guy aren't you? What are you doing in Ohio? And why are you dressed as Lego-man?" I asked, smiling at the humor in the situation. From the look on his face, I could tell he was not amused. "Milady, I am Legolas Greenleaf, Prince of Northern Mirkwood. I am certainly not any Orlando Bloom, and I have not heard of the flower. We are in Mirkwood, not 'Oheeo'. Have you hit your head?"
Cassidy's eyes grew wide as he spoke, as if he has just said he knew where exactly at the North Pole Santa lived and was offering us free tickets.
"Mirkwood? That's in the book you read me, Allie, "The Hobbit"! I loved that book!" she beamed up at "Legolas".
I looked up at Orlando Bloom, equal confusion in both our eyes. I never knew Cassidy liked it when I read that book to her. If I did, I would have read the whole trilogy to her. (A/N- The rest of this chapter is in Legolas' p.o.v.)
I couldn't help but stare at the girls. They were elves, but the oddest elves I had ever seen. The older one's shirt was blue and not made in any style I had ever seen, her pants were also blue and too short for her, and her shoes looked over decorated and cheaply made.
And her sister- at least I thought it was the older girl's sister, they had a resemblance between them- was dressed even more strangely. Her shirt was in the same odd style, a gaudy pink bear with a poorly depicted shooting star on its belly pictured on it. I knew of no respectable elven family who would choose that as their emblem. Her pants were the same color as the other girl's, but they were riveted and had metal studs around the pockets.
(A/N- do elves have pockets? Do they call them pockets? We couldn't decide. Debate on review board!)
It looked as though she wore thick stockings underneath them.
They had to be the oddest elves in Middle Earth. If it weren't for the ears, I would have thought them human. In fact, the only reason I had called out to them in the common tongue was because I couldn't see their ears when I first saw them. Their hair covered their ears- also odd. (A/N: Haven't noticed how elves always keep the hair away from the ears? They're obviously proud of being elves.)
'Maybe they were raised by dwarves,' I thought humorously. But what disturbed me the most was the elder one's face. She was not ugly, nor was she unusually beautiful, but her eyes were brown! I knew that men and dwarves often had brown eyes, but an elf. It was an unspoken rule that elves did not have brown eyes. Again, her ears were the only things proved her an elf. I was beginning to wonder if they were real.
The color of her eyes was not the only thing that was unusual about them. My mother can send me toppling with one sharp look from her eyes. I've heard that Galadriel, the Lady of the Woods in Lothlorien, can do much worse. This strange elf maiden's eyes held no such power. The look about her was, well, as Rainwe, our chief palace guard would say, "She would chat pleasantly with a thief while his gang robbed her blind."
And her eyes held something odd in them... an agedness... a sadness... a sense of not knowing that she was an elf...I shook myself out of such foolish thoughts and bent down to the young one, who had a shy smile on her face. She seemed to trust me more than her sister.
"Little lady, I do not know of what book you speak, but you and your sister seemed to be somewhat dazed. Let me take you back to the castle."
I could instantly tell that that was not the right thing to say. The older reached and pulled her sister back to her. She gave me a look of such suspicion that I almost blurted out that what did she think, that I was some foul orc?
"Castle? What castle?" the older one said frowning.
"My castle," I said softly, trying to reassure the girl. "May I ask your names, and your business in Mirkwood?"
She composed herself and took a deep breath.
"I am Alexis Trenton. This is my sister, Cassidy. We saw a child in the woods, and when we went after her, we got lost. We have no idea where we are, and."
"Yes we do, Allie! We're in Mirkwood, remember? Legolas said so." Cassidy looked up at me and smiled.
"Yes, I did." The young one was precious. For all their strange garb, they were obviously just two lost sisters that somehow wandered their way into Mirkwood. Mother and Father would understand.
Wait. Did they say their names were Alexis Trenton and Cassidy? With those names, maybe they really were raised by dwarves. If their names were Elvish, I have a passionate love affair with an orc.
"Where are you from?" I asked, halfway curious, and halfway wanting to hear what dwarven cave they named.
"Ohio. We are still in Ohio, not Mirkwood. Dude, are you sure you're mentally secure?" She said the last part softly, as if to not provoke me.
"Mil-Alexis, I must again remind you that this is Mirkwood. Not the Oheeo land you speak of. If you refuse my assistance, I shall leave you in the forest alone tonight, to fend for yourselves. But be forewarned, evil lurks here." I was being sarcastic, but I really did want to get out of the forest. I had heard a warg hunting party.
As if to illustrate my point, another warg howl pierced the air.
"Umm, ok why not?" Alexis laughed nervously.
"Yay!" Cassidy yelled, "To the castle!" She then got on an imaginary horse and began "galloping" behind me.
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Well, what do you think? Thank you for your encouragement, and I hoped you liked the sarcasm in this one. I always imagined the younger Legolas as a witty guy. Any comments/ideas/opinions are welcome! Please R+R!