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Chapter One: The Initial Meeting
It was 12:00 in the morning and Kristin was sitting contently in front of her computer. Every night, after work, she would come home and sit for 5 or more hours reading fan fictions about her favorite elf. Legolas Greenleaf. The sexiest creature that never existed. She would get so enveloped in her stories that she would often times forget what time is was and read until dawn. And tonight's story seemed to be especially good. Legolas had just slain a few orcs and was on his way back to his home in Mirkwood.
Just then the computer screen began to fade in and out making the story very hard to read. Kristin hit the monitor a few times to try and get it in focus but that only seemed to make it worse. All of the sudden a bright light flashed before her eyes. Kris felt as if she was being sucked into it and before she knew it the light faded and she was sitting high atop a tall oak tree, a sharp limb jabbing into her side.
Startled by the feeling, she jumped slightly, causing her to fall from the tree. She landed with a hard thud on the forest floor. Wincing, she stood and rubbed her butt, which should have been broken by the fall. No sooner had she gotten to her feet, than another sharp object planted itself into her side. This time it was not a twig. It was an arrow.
Kristin tried to turn her head to see whom her attacker was but was instead greeted with another sharp jab of the arrow.
"Do not move", the voice, said, ".are you friend or foe?"
"Well", Kristin replied calmly, considering she was nervous and confused, "It depends on who you are." The attacker must have been confused also, cause he paused for several moments before continuing.
"My name is Legolas, Prince of Mirkwood. Now you answer me. Friend or foe?" Kristin couldn't believe her ears.
"No shit." she breathed. Legolas? Her Legolas? She must have passed out from all the flashing lights. There was no way.
"Friend or foe?!?" he asked again impatiently.
"Friend", she eventually answered. He slowly lowered his bow, but kept the arrow at the ready. She turned her head to finally see him and her hazel eyes immediately met his blue ones. She gasped inwardly at the sight. He was even more gorgeous than she had pictured. What he must have though of her, though, was another story. She was clad in a baggy pair of gray sweatpants and one of her brothers old dress shirts (size XXL). Her hair, very short, was still dolled up with gel from her workday and her makeup was still applied, though it may have been a little runny around her eyes. She shifted slightly in her bare feet and smiled at him.
"My name is Kristin." Although he did not smile back his eyes did soften a bit and his shoulders relaxed. He lowered his bow completely, realizing that she was no threat to him. He began to look her over. Her appearance was somewhat unusual and not of any race he had ever come across in his almost 3,000 years of existence. She was short and almost hobbit like in physique. He began to wonder if she was of any relation to the halflings. Her hair was extremely short as well, but seemed to suit her. Her close were appalling and obviously way to big for her. And it was then that he noticed her shoeless feet.
"You'll catch your death of cold out here like that", he nodded to her feet, "Come with me and I'll get you some real clothes." Turning, he began to head for home and Kristin followed suit. She couldn't believe her luck.
Before she knew it, the forest began to thin out and a beautiful sight lay before her eyes. Elves, hundreds of them, walking the forest floors of what had to be Mirkwood. They were so beautiful and so ethereal; they almost made Kristin feel ashamed of her "ugliness". Following Legolas, Kristin was led into the castle (if that's what you want to call this amazingly gorgeous abode) and up a set of stairs. At the end of the stairs was a hallway, and at the end of the hallway was a set of double doors. They arrived at the doors and Legolas turned abruptly causing Kristin to run into him, nose to chest. Grabbing her shoulders he pushed her back arm length and smiled.
"I'll need you to stay in here until I find a handmaiden to attend to you. I guarantee you'll be warmer here than out there." He let go of her shoulders and pushed the doors open into the most beautiful room she had ever seen. The colors seemed to fade from champagne to green and the walls were covered in sheets of sheer material. There were no lamps or electric lights, but candles instead, set in golden candle bras. The bed was four- posted with champagne colored sheets. It was a truly breathtaking sight. As soon as Legolas closed the door behind her she broke into a fit of giggles. This was truly amazing.
Chapter One: The Initial Meeting
It was 12:00 in the morning and Kristin was sitting contently in front of her computer. Every night, after work, she would come home and sit for 5 or more hours reading fan fictions about her favorite elf. Legolas Greenleaf. The sexiest creature that never existed. She would get so enveloped in her stories that she would often times forget what time is was and read until dawn. And tonight's story seemed to be especially good. Legolas had just slain a few orcs and was on his way back to his home in Mirkwood.
Just then the computer screen began to fade in and out making the story very hard to read. Kristin hit the monitor a few times to try and get it in focus but that only seemed to make it worse. All of the sudden a bright light flashed before her eyes. Kris felt as if she was being sucked into it and before she knew it the light faded and she was sitting high atop a tall oak tree, a sharp limb jabbing into her side.
Startled by the feeling, she jumped slightly, causing her to fall from the tree. She landed with a hard thud on the forest floor. Wincing, she stood and rubbed her butt, which should have been broken by the fall. No sooner had she gotten to her feet, than another sharp object planted itself into her side. This time it was not a twig. It was an arrow.
Kristin tried to turn her head to see whom her attacker was but was instead greeted with another sharp jab of the arrow.
"Do not move", the voice, said, ".are you friend or foe?"
"Well", Kristin replied calmly, considering she was nervous and confused, "It depends on who you are." The attacker must have been confused also, cause he paused for several moments before continuing.
"My name is Legolas, Prince of Mirkwood. Now you answer me. Friend or foe?" Kristin couldn't believe her ears.
"No shit." she breathed. Legolas? Her Legolas? She must have passed out from all the flashing lights. There was no way.
"Friend or foe?!?" he asked again impatiently.
"Friend", she eventually answered. He slowly lowered his bow, but kept the arrow at the ready. She turned her head to finally see him and her hazel eyes immediately met his blue ones. She gasped inwardly at the sight. He was even more gorgeous than she had pictured. What he must have though of her, though, was another story. She was clad in a baggy pair of gray sweatpants and one of her brothers old dress shirts (size XXL). Her hair, very short, was still dolled up with gel from her workday and her makeup was still applied, though it may have been a little runny around her eyes. She shifted slightly in her bare feet and smiled at him.
"My name is Kristin." Although he did not smile back his eyes did soften a bit and his shoulders relaxed. He lowered his bow completely, realizing that she was no threat to him. He began to look her over. Her appearance was somewhat unusual and not of any race he had ever come across in his almost 3,000 years of existence. She was short and almost hobbit like in physique. He began to wonder if she was of any relation to the halflings. Her hair was extremely short as well, but seemed to suit her. Her close were appalling and obviously way to big for her. And it was then that he noticed her shoeless feet.
"You'll catch your death of cold out here like that", he nodded to her feet, "Come with me and I'll get you some real clothes." Turning, he began to head for home and Kristin followed suit. She couldn't believe her luck.
Before she knew it, the forest began to thin out and a beautiful sight lay before her eyes. Elves, hundreds of them, walking the forest floors of what had to be Mirkwood. They were so beautiful and so ethereal; they almost made Kristin feel ashamed of her "ugliness". Following Legolas, Kristin was led into the castle (if that's what you want to call this amazingly gorgeous abode) and up a set of stairs. At the end of the stairs was a hallway, and at the end of the hallway was a set of double doors. They arrived at the doors and Legolas turned abruptly causing Kristin to run into him, nose to chest. Grabbing her shoulders he pushed her back arm length and smiled.
"I'll need you to stay in here until I find a handmaiden to attend to you. I guarantee you'll be warmer here than out there." He let go of her shoulders and pushed the doors open into the most beautiful room she had ever seen. The colors seemed to fade from champagne to green and the walls were covered in sheets of sheer material. There were no lamps or electric lights, but candles instead, set in golden candle bras. The bed was four- posted with champagne colored sheets. It was a truly breathtaking sight. As soon as Legolas closed the door behind her she broke into a fit of giggles. This was truly amazing.