Chapter 9

Yes he is alive! I'm NOT that mean…well yes I am, but that's not the point. What is the point? Hell if I know! Sorry, I was strolling on a tangent again. Yeah and though Lego is alive he's uh…different. (snickers evilly).

On a lighter and totally irrelevant note I got a PS2 for Christmas! I know you all wanted to know that! I also got a CSI soundtrack and the Lord of the Rings two towers soundtrack. I'm going to have to buy the Two Towers game for myself though. My parents got golf, tony hawk, baseball and Harry Potter. Oh well. We also got a DVD player, so now I can buy the four disk extended version of Fellowship!!!!! See I've watched the video so many times I've memorized all the lines so now I get new lines to memorize! Thirty minutes of new footage WAHOO!

I just got back from the store. My dad says he doesn't understand the "point" of the DVD when I already have the VHS! Ooooo, that makes me mad! So I got Rebel Assault 2 for Play station instead. Okay, well enough wining you guys want more story I bet. Here it is.

"How is he Quickbeam?" said Gandalf.

"I do not think he is quite ready to see you all yet. He is still a bit, hm, wide-eyed. And he is not who he was before." Said Quickbeam.

"That is to be expected."

"Perhaps."

They stood alone in a clearing of tall, dark trees. The sound of the Ents renting Isengard echoed through the ground. The morning was bright, but clouds were gathering to the south. A storm was coming to all middle earth, not just the plains of Rohan.

"I know your friends wish to see him, but I would only think two or three could see him at once. Unless you wait a few more days. He will be more prepared then. Hm…"

A small cry of pain rent the still air of Fangorn Wood.

"Oh dear," said Quickbeam, "He is very good at getting into trouble."

Gandalf laughed, "That, at least, has not changed."

"Bregalad!" A tiny boy dashed into the clearing and ran smack into Gandalf. The poor thing landed hard on his backside, crying and staring at his hand. Gandalf bent down before him. He was a very wild looking little creature dressed as he was only in green leafs, his face was traces of dirt, his fair hair was to his chin and disheveled.

"Owie!" cried the little boy.

"Hush young one," said Gandalf. The small thing looked up at him startled, but his gaze quickly turned curious, his injured hand forgotten. Gandalf took the opportunity to grab the injured appendage from the boy's grip.

The wound was not deep and was already beginning to heal. It was a small cut on his index finger. All the time he was examining the cut, Gandalf could feel the small creature's gaze upon him. He finally looked up and was pierced through with bright, clear grey eyes.

"Legolas?"

"Yes?" said the little boy.

The wizard embraced him quickly then let him go, "Good to see you my lad. I am Gandalf, called Mithrandir by your people."

"Mithrandir? Then you are not an elf?" his accent was thick and his words came slow and hard.

"What is wrong with his speech?" asked Gandalf.

"Nothing," replied the Ent, "Save that it is new to him, but he is a hasty little thing and learns quickly."

Gandalf smiled, "That too has not changed."

Legolas had been eyeing Gandalf carefully.

"I like you," he said suddenly, "'Grey Pilgrim,'…that is an odd name for one so white. 'Mithrangalad' would suit you better, Pilgrim of Light." [Is Mithrangalad right? I don't know elfish. Feel free to help me out anybody]

Gandalf shook his head in amazement, "Wise beyond his years."

"Not really," said Bregalad slowly, "His star is still as old as it ever was. His physical form is just changed for now, though as I said before, he is a hasty thing and grows as quickly as he thinks."