Title: Hidden Identity
Rated: PG
Disclaimer: Down own a damn thing besides a pen, some paper, and a small cardboard box I like to call home. If anyone is interested in selling me a slightly used Legolas.I'll pay a good price..
Summary: Something has happened to Legolas that disturbs the whole fellowship.how could this be!? WE always thought he was a good elf.
A/N: Okay, so I'm insane. The idea for this story was created in a particularly bad anatomy class. Don't hurt me! *begs*.But. please do review! I love complements and critiques, but flames will be used to cook 'tomatoes, sausages and nice crispy bacon'.
Hidden Identity
"Come on! Hurry!"
" Shhh! Quiet!" Two figures whispered to one another as they crept down a dark hall. The lead figure carried a small cloth that he held at an arms length, and the second carried a small needed and assorted vials. As they reached a beautifully carved door, the lead figure placed his hand on the knob, but the second held back a bit.
"Are you sure we should do this?" questioned the second.
"Yes! This will be our best trick yet! He'll never know it was us. In fact, I doubt he'll notice for quite a long time! He was tipsy as it was from the wine, he'll just wake up thinking it's a hangover" replied the first.
"But."
"Hush!" he was cut off by his accomplice opening the door and stepping silently inside. He was followed closely, and watched his friend as he placed the cloth over the sleeping forms mouth and nose. The slumbering figure's breathing slowed and became shallow. After shaking him violently with out a reaction, the cloth was removed.
"Well here it goes."came a somewhat unsure voice.
A/N: Nasssty..trixy..?....hehe...I have more written.but.Carpal Tunnel is setting in, and its hard to type out lengthy things when a story this length hurts.
Rated: PG
Disclaimer: Down own a damn thing besides a pen, some paper, and a small cardboard box I like to call home. If anyone is interested in selling me a slightly used Legolas.I'll pay a good price..
Summary: Something has happened to Legolas that disturbs the whole fellowship.how could this be!? WE always thought he was a good elf.
A/N: Okay, so I'm insane. The idea for this story was created in a particularly bad anatomy class. Don't hurt me! *begs*.But. please do review! I love complements and critiques, but flames will be used to cook 'tomatoes, sausages and nice crispy bacon'.
Hidden Identity
"Come on! Hurry!"
" Shhh! Quiet!" Two figures whispered to one another as they crept down a dark hall. The lead figure carried a small cloth that he held at an arms length, and the second carried a small needed and assorted vials. As they reached a beautifully carved door, the lead figure placed his hand on the knob, but the second held back a bit.
"Are you sure we should do this?" questioned the second.
"Yes! This will be our best trick yet! He'll never know it was us. In fact, I doubt he'll notice for quite a long time! He was tipsy as it was from the wine, he'll just wake up thinking it's a hangover" replied the first.
"But."
"Hush!" he was cut off by his accomplice opening the door and stepping silently inside. He was followed closely, and watched his friend as he placed the cloth over the sleeping forms mouth and nose. The slumbering figure's breathing slowed and became shallow. After shaking him violently with out a reaction, the cloth was removed.
"Well here it goes."came a somewhat unsure voice.
A/N: Nasssty..trixy..?....hehe...I have more written.but.Carpal Tunnel is setting in, and its hard to type out lengthy things when a story this length hurts.