Worst Case Scenario Chapter 4
Disclaimer: I do not own Legolas or anything else in The Lord of the Rings. I may, perhaps, own Curudin and Feadhel, I don't really know.
Legolas had been chosen to enter the "Forbidden Room of Doom." Or, in other words, Arwen's room. He snuck around the halls of Imladris as silently as possible, the container of...stuff... in his hand.
Finally he reached the room, and turned the door. An alarm went off, and an axe swung from the ceiling towards his had. He barely dodged it and ran towards her bed. As soon as he stepped on her rug, though, it dropped out from under him and he fell halfway through the floor. Quickly, pulling himself up, he looked around. To one side was Arwen's bed, and to the other was her mirror and makeup supplies. Legolas started walking towards the mirror, but tripped over a little wire stretched from the bed to a hook on the wall that led up to a box hanging over then prince's head. With a splash gallons of foul water poured down onto his head.
He froze. Legolas couldn't decide whether to keep going, or flee from the "Forbidden Room of Doom." It certainly was a room full of doom, and no one would have put this many traps in it unless it was forbidden to enter. Realizing that his friends would never let him live it down if he fled, he kept going. Eventually he reached the mirror, and set the container down on the desk in front of it. It looked exactly like the other containers, and she would never know the distance. He turned, ready to leave, when suddenly thirteen arrows fired at him. Barely evading them all, a final arrow was fired and hit just next to his left ear in the wall behind him. A piece of paper was attached to it, and Legolas removed it, reading:
Dear Elrohir/Elladan,
I told you not to enter my room. I do hope you have paid dearly for trespassing, and I will be watching you closely for the next few years. And don't think daddy wont find out about this. You guys are so dead! HAHAHA!!!
Your 'loving' sister, Arwen
Legolas laughed to himself, knowing both that the twins would be in deep trouble with their father, and what would soon happen to Arwen. He left as quickly as possible, and ran back to the others.
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On his way back to the group, Legolas passed Elrond. The elder elf stopped, and turned to him.
"Greetings Legolas, I had not known you would be attending the council. Anyway, I just told the others to go to the meeting place," he said. Then he pointed to the ground, and Legolas saw a bunch of blue string leading away down the path. "Just follow the string."
"The...string, Lord Elrond?" Legolas questioned, looking at Elrond strangely.
"Yes, the string!" he exclaimed.
"So, you believe I could not find my way if not for the string?" the prince asked, finding it hard to believe that Elrond found him stupid.
"Well, no..." Elrond said slowly.
"Then why is the string there?"
"So I don't get lost on my way back..." he muttered.
"Sure..." Legolas replied, trying to hold back the laughter welling up inside of him. Elrond started following the string away, and, after he was out of earshot, Legolas burst out laughing. He followed the string and eventually got to the council. Everyone was just beginning to get their seats, and Legolas sat between Curudin and Feadhel. The twins were on Curudin's right. Giving all of them thumbs up; he surveyed who else was there. His eyes rested on Aragorn, remembering how he had assisted them in quite a few pranks. Lately, though, he had been entirely serious.
In his mind, Legolas thought about everyone he saw. 'Smelly serious ranger, old guy, old guy, guy with stupid round shield thingy, old guy, old smelly dwarf, old ugly smelly dwarf... Oh no... It's that Gloin guy, gah! I thought I'd seen the last of him when he escaped from the caverns, but no. That's the deal with those munchkins, they keep popping up everywhere... Now, where were we... Oh yes, younger smelly dwarf, Feadhel, the handsomest and hottest elf ever to walk the face of the earth, Curudin, Elrohir, Elladan, old smelly wizard guy who is obsessed with hobbit weed, a little high munchkin, a second little high munchkin hiding in the bushes, old dark- haired elf...wait, that's Elrond. And then we get back to the smelly serious ranger. Wait, hey look! Theres two more high little munchkins hiding behind those pillars. Man, they really are short. I don't even think they're even up to my waist...'
Just then Elrond stood, and welcomed everyone. "Strangers from distant lands, friends of old. You have been summoned here to answer the threat of Mordor. Middle-Earth stands upon the brink of destruction. None can escape it. You will unite or you will fall. Each race is bound to this fate--this one doom. Bring forth the Ring, Frodo." Legolas watched as the high little munchkin walked up to the pedestal in the center of the meeting place. Frodo, as Elrond called him, placed a little golden ring on it, then returned to his seat. He kept glancing this way and that, as though watching for someone to attack him at any moment. The elves around him started laughing behind their hands, as the men whispered about the ring. Then the guy with the ugly shield stood.
"It's a gift! Let us use it!" he exclaimed. From then on, Legolas considered that guy a complete bastard.
"You cannot wield it! None of us can! The One Ring answers to Sauron alone. It has no other master!" Aragorn exclaimed, standing.
"And what would a mere ranger know of this matter?" the man retorted. It was too much for Legolas. He hated that guy, and, without thinking, stood.
"This is no mere ranger. He is Aragorn, son of Arathorn. You owe him your allegiance!" Legolas exclaimed.
The man stared at Aragorn for awhile, before speaking again. "Aragorn? This... is Isildur's heir?"
Legolas nodded. "And heir to the throne of Gondor." He grinned at Aragorn, who just glared.
"Havo dad, Legolas," he said.
Legolas sighed, knowing the fun-loving Aragorn might very well be gone forever, and sat back down. He stared at the ground for a while, until he became aware that the younger dwarf had approached the pedestal. He slammed his axe down onto the ring, and it broke into pieces. The dwarf was flung back onto the ground, and all the elves burst out laughing. It took an entire half hour until they were finally under control again. Since the fun was gone, he drifted off into sleep.
He finally woke to the sound of a scream. It echoed throughout Imladris, and Legolas believed it could be heard even in Mirkwood. Arwen had discovered her new shampoo they had given her, and she wasn't pleased. The elves glanced at eachother, trying to contain their laughter. Aragorn stood and walked over to the high munchkin.
"If by my life or death, I can protect you, I will. You have my sword," he said, and stood behind him.
Legolas made a split second decision. He had to decide whether to join Aragorn in whatever quest he had just accepted, or spend the next three hundred years in his room. Maybe if he hadn't been asleep and missed just what the quest had been, his decision would have been different, but probably not. The prince stood and walked next to Aragorn. "And you have my bow."
"And my axe!" the dwarf exclaimed.
Legolas just stared at him, a single thought echoing throughout his mind, 'NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO OO!!!!!!!!!!!!!! NOT THE DWARF!!! NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
In the end, the stupid shield guy and the other three high munchkins joined, and they became the 'Fellowship of the Ring.' It wasn't a very catchy name, and Legolas decided to change it. After he had seen Arwen, though.
Disclaimer: I do not own Legolas or anything else in The Lord of the Rings. I may, perhaps, own Curudin and Feadhel, I don't really know.
Legolas had been chosen to enter the "Forbidden Room of Doom." Or, in other words, Arwen's room. He snuck around the halls of Imladris as silently as possible, the container of...stuff... in his hand.
Finally he reached the room, and turned the door. An alarm went off, and an axe swung from the ceiling towards his had. He barely dodged it and ran towards her bed. As soon as he stepped on her rug, though, it dropped out from under him and he fell halfway through the floor. Quickly, pulling himself up, he looked around. To one side was Arwen's bed, and to the other was her mirror and makeup supplies. Legolas started walking towards the mirror, but tripped over a little wire stretched from the bed to a hook on the wall that led up to a box hanging over then prince's head. With a splash gallons of foul water poured down onto his head.
He froze. Legolas couldn't decide whether to keep going, or flee from the "Forbidden Room of Doom." It certainly was a room full of doom, and no one would have put this many traps in it unless it was forbidden to enter. Realizing that his friends would never let him live it down if he fled, he kept going. Eventually he reached the mirror, and set the container down on the desk in front of it. It looked exactly like the other containers, and she would never know the distance. He turned, ready to leave, when suddenly thirteen arrows fired at him. Barely evading them all, a final arrow was fired and hit just next to his left ear in the wall behind him. A piece of paper was attached to it, and Legolas removed it, reading:
Dear Elrohir/Elladan,
I told you not to enter my room. I do hope you have paid dearly for trespassing, and I will be watching you closely for the next few years. And don't think daddy wont find out about this. You guys are so dead! HAHAHA!!!
Your 'loving' sister, Arwen
Legolas laughed to himself, knowing both that the twins would be in deep trouble with their father, and what would soon happen to Arwen. He left as quickly as possible, and ran back to the others.
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On his way back to the group, Legolas passed Elrond. The elder elf stopped, and turned to him.
"Greetings Legolas, I had not known you would be attending the council. Anyway, I just told the others to go to the meeting place," he said. Then he pointed to the ground, and Legolas saw a bunch of blue string leading away down the path. "Just follow the string."
"The...string, Lord Elrond?" Legolas questioned, looking at Elrond strangely.
"Yes, the string!" he exclaimed.
"So, you believe I could not find my way if not for the string?" the prince asked, finding it hard to believe that Elrond found him stupid.
"Well, no..." Elrond said slowly.
"Then why is the string there?"
"So I don't get lost on my way back..." he muttered.
"Sure..." Legolas replied, trying to hold back the laughter welling up inside of him. Elrond started following the string away, and, after he was out of earshot, Legolas burst out laughing. He followed the string and eventually got to the council. Everyone was just beginning to get their seats, and Legolas sat between Curudin and Feadhel. The twins were on Curudin's right. Giving all of them thumbs up; he surveyed who else was there. His eyes rested on Aragorn, remembering how he had assisted them in quite a few pranks. Lately, though, he had been entirely serious.
In his mind, Legolas thought about everyone he saw. 'Smelly serious ranger, old guy, old guy, guy with stupid round shield thingy, old guy, old smelly dwarf, old ugly smelly dwarf... Oh no... It's that Gloin guy, gah! I thought I'd seen the last of him when he escaped from the caverns, but no. That's the deal with those munchkins, they keep popping up everywhere... Now, where were we... Oh yes, younger smelly dwarf, Feadhel, the handsomest and hottest elf ever to walk the face of the earth, Curudin, Elrohir, Elladan, old smelly wizard guy who is obsessed with hobbit weed, a little high munchkin, a second little high munchkin hiding in the bushes, old dark- haired elf...wait, that's Elrond. And then we get back to the smelly serious ranger. Wait, hey look! Theres two more high little munchkins hiding behind those pillars. Man, they really are short. I don't even think they're even up to my waist...'
Just then Elrond stood, and welcomed everyone. "Strangers from distant lands, friends of old. You have been summoned here to answer the threat of Mordor. Middle-Earth stands upon the brink of destruction. None can escape it. You will unite or you will fall. Each race is bound to this fate--this one doom. Bring forth the Ring, Frodo." Legolas watched as the high little munchkin walked up to the pedestal in the center of the meeting place. Frodo, as Elrond called him, placed a little golden ring on it, then returned to his seat. He kept glancing this way and that, as though watching for someone to attack him at any moment. The elves around him started laughing behind their hands, as the men whispered about the ring. Then the guy with the ugly shield stood.
"It's a gift! Let us use it!" he exclaimed. From then on, Legolas considered that guy a complete bastard.
"You cannot wield it! None of us can! The One Ring answers to Sauron alone. It has no other master!" Aragorn exclaimed, standing.
"And what would a mere ranger know of this matter?" the man retorted. It was too much for Legolas. He hated that guy, and, without thinking, stood.
"This is no mere ranger. He is Aragorn, son of Arathorn. You owe him your allegiance!" Legolas exclaimed.
The man stared at Aragorn for awhile, before speaking again. "Aragorn? This... is Isildur's heir?"
Legolas nodded. "And heir to the throne of Gondor." He grinned at Aragorn, who just glared.
"Havo dad, Legolas," he said.
Legolas sighed, knowing the fun-loving Aragorn might very well be gone forever, and sat back down. He stared at the ground for a while, until he became aware that the younger dwarf had approached the pedestal. He slammed his axe down onto the ring, and it broke into pieces. The dwarf was flung back onto the ground, and all the elves burst out laughing. It took an entire half hour until they were finally under control again. Since the fun was gone, he drifted off into sleep.
He finally woke to the sound of a scream. It echoed throughout Imladris, and Legolas believed it could be heard even in Mirkwood. Arwen had discovered her new shampoo they had given her, and she wasn't pleased. The elves glanced at eachother, trying to contain their laughter. Aragorn stood and walked over to the high munchkin.
"If by my life or death, I can protect you, I will. You have my sword," he said, and stood behind him.
Legolas made a split second decision. He had to decide whether to join Aragorn in whatever quest he had just accepted, or spend the next three hundred years in his room. Maybe if he hadn't been asleep and missed just what the quest had been, his decision would have been different, but probably not. The prince stood and walked next to Aragorn. "And you have my bow."
"And my axe!" the dwarf exclaimed.
Legolas just stared at him, a single thought echoing throughout his mind, 'NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO OO!!!!!!!!!!!!!! NOT THE DWARF!!! NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
In the end, the stupid shield guy and the other three high munchkins joined, and they became the 'Fellowship of the Ring.' It wasn't a very catchy name, and Legolas decided to change it. After he had seen Arwen, though.