Disclaimer: We sadly do not own Legolas. The premise of the story is ours.
However, we have no claim on the song by neither Greenday nor Mr. Manion.
They are both real. They actually exist. We would like to claim Billy Joe,
but alas we can not. His wife already owns him. Darn. Depression strikes,
so on with the story. That will amuse us. Oh yeah, we don't own the Dude
song either. Who wrote that anyway?
Pretty Pink Bow or "King for a Day" or "Dude Looks Like a Lady"
"Are you all right?" It was Gandalf.
"I JUST FELL DOWN A BOTTOMLESS CHASM. DOES THAT STRIKE YOU AS ALL RIGHT??!!!"
"You're fine," Gandalf said in reply to Legolas' hysterical outburst.
Legolas looked around. "Where are we, then?"
"We must have fallen through a space-time continuum portal."
"Huh?" *Great. I'm what? Two thousand years old and that's the best I can come up with. - insert elfish curse words here - (a/n: this will employed frequently, and if elfish is not a word then it's elvin. Elvin, elvin, elvin.)*
"I don't know." *Even better.*
- Insert elfish curse words here -
"And we better keep silent until we identify the language."
"Good thinking."
"Good morning. Are you here to inquire about the new teaching position?" Gandalf and Legolas whirled around to see a white-haired man. (a/n: since both of us enjoy passing economics no further descriptions of this person will be utilized)
"But it is the afternoon." Legolas unthinkingly replied.
The man blinked, stared, and said, "Your point?" Turning to Gandalf he repeated his question.
"Er.yes," Gandalf cautiously answered.
"Good. Follow me, we will have to use the chemistry room. My name is Michael Manion by the way." They had reached the room by then. "And you are.?"
"Dolf," Gandalf said. Searching the room, his gaze fell upon the big periodic table plastered on the wall. "Argon Dolf. And this is my." Gandalf turned to present Legolas and did a double take, ".daughter." he looked at the wall again, ".Agnes." A small snort of disbelief issued from Legolas' direction.
"Do you wish to enroll her at Immaculate Heart High School?"
"If it is possible, yes." Full blown choking sounds echoed throughout the room as 'Agnes' turned scarlet.
Legolas finally recovered about five minutes later and started to object emphatically. Gandalf paused his discussion long enough to glare a warning at the indignant elf. The prince (no reference to Machiavelli), reluctantly backed down.
After that Gandalf and Mr. Manion proceeded to go into details and Legolas was bored. And angry. Very angry. What was that wizard thinking?!? He was not a girl. And he was most certainly NOT the wizard's daughter!
Pretty Pink Bow or "King for a Day" or "Dude Looks Like a Lady"
"Are you all right?" It was Gandalf.
"I JUST FELL DOWN A BOTTOMLESS CHASM. DOES THAT STRIKE YOU AS ALL RIGHT??!!!"
"You're fine," Gandalf said in reply to Legolas' hysterical outburst.
Legolas looked around. "Where are we, then?"
"We must have fallen through a space-time continuum portal."
"Huh?" *Great. I'm what? Two thousand years old and that's the best I can come up with. - insert elfish curse words here - (a/n: this will employed frequently, and if elfish is not a word then it's elvin. Elvin, elvin, elvin.)*
"I don't know." *Even better.*
- Insert elfish curse words here -
"And we better keep silent until we identify the language."
"Good thinking."
"Good morning. Are you here to inquire about the new teaching position?" Gandalf and Legolas whirled around to see a white-haired man. (a/n: since both of us enjoy passing economics no further descriptions of this person will be utilized)
"But it is the afternoon." Legolas unthinkingly replied.
The man blinked, stared, and said, "Your point?" Turning to Gandalf he repeated his question.
"Er.yes," Gandalf cautiously answered.
"Good. Follow me, we will have to use the chemistry room. My name is Michael Manion by the way." They had reached the room by then. "And you are.?"
"Dolf," Gandalf said. Searching the room, his gaze fell upon the big periodic table plastered on the wall. "Argon Dolf. And this is my." Gandalf turned to present Legolas and did a double take, ".daughter." he looked at the wall again, ".Agnes." A small snort of disbelief issued from Legolas' direction.
"Do you wish to enroll her at Immaculate Heart High School?"
"If it is possible, yes." Full blown choking sounds echoed throughout the room as 'Agnes' turned scarlet.
Legolas finally recovered about five minutes later and started to object emphatically. Gandalf paused his discussion long enough to glare a warning at the indignant elf. The prince (no reference to Machiavelli), reluctantly backed down.
After that Gandalf and Mr. Manion proceeded to go into details and Legolas was bored. And angry. Very angry. What was that wizard thinking?!? He was not a girl. And he was most certainly NOT the wizard's daughter!