AUTHOR'S NOTE:
IN RESPONSE TO A REVIEWER: I forgot to mention something when I first started this story, it is kind of a sequel meaning that I used characters from the first story in this one. (You don't have to read the other one to know what's going on in this story) to the other one that I wrote: When a Hobbit Loves a Woman. Sorry about that! Anyway, Christine is NOT a Hobbit by the way. Read the first one and you'll know what I mean. Oh, and I am TERRIBLY sorry for spelling Legolas's father's name wrong, it was an honest mistake. I'll fix it in this chapter.
In the evening, Legolas escaped to one of the kingdom's outdoor gazebos; it was one of his favourite places besides the woods surrounding it. He pondered and pondered his situation until he was greatly frustrated. That's when a thought struck his mind. That would work! Overjoyed, he ran inside the palace as fast as his cat legs could carry him.
Once inside, he ran down the hall to Christine and Frodo's room since it was closest. Unfortunately, The Elven Prince had been running a bit too fast and skidded a little before he came to a complete stop once he got their door. He pushed the door open with his head and hopped onto the bed.
The two of them were sitting on the bed, talking.
"Oh, hello there Legolas." Christine said, cooing at the cat.
Legolas meowed at her and patted her leg with his paw, hoping she would take the hint that he wanted her to follow him.
She furrowed her eyebrows. "What is it?" He meowed again and hopped off the bed.
"I wonder what he wants." Frodo asked.
"I couldn't tell you."
"Well, let us follow him and find out." The Hobbit suggested. 'Hurray!' Legolas thought, clearly pleased with himself.
Legolas led Christine and Frodo down the hall and stopped once he reached their destination.
Frodo and Christine looked at each other as they realized that the cat had led them to the door of a secret room that only the three knew about. It was where they would escape and stay up all night laughing and talking. They had kept it a secret so that Thranduil wouldn't find out and spoil their fun since he hated it when anyone was up too late.
They both stared at the cat with wonder. There was no way the cat could have known where the room was unless he was Legolas, which was impossible. Or was it?
Christine studied the cat. The sense of familiarity she felt around the cat returned. Could it be true? Could this cat in front of them in fact be their friend? Her gut immediately told her that the theory they both had thought up was true.
"Legolas, is that you?" Christine asked tentatively.
Beside himself with joy again, he purred and gave her his best cat smile.
"I will take that as a yes." Frodo said, still overwhelmed with wonder.
"How did this happen?"
Legolas hung his head, indicating a no.
"Hmm. we'll find a way to turn you back." She petted her friend reassuringly. Legolas purred shamelessly.
Frodo, Christine and the newly recovered Prince of Mirkwood all ran down to the King's Quarters. Even though they knew he would asleep, there was no way that they could wait and tell him the morning. Especially after the conversation they had earlier that day.
The three of them approached the King's Guards, who seemed shocked that they were still awake.
"What are you doing up?" One of them asked.
"We need to speak to the King." Frodo answered.
The Guard gave them a funny look. "But he is asleep. Surely you know that."
Christine huffed in frustration. "It's really important. It's about Legolas." She said, hoping that using the prince's name would help sway the Guard into letting them in.
"Legolas? The Prince?"
Christine nodded, annoyed that the Guard would ask such a stupid question.
"Can it not wait until morning?"
"No!" Christine picked Legolas up off the floor and held him in her arms.
"We've found the Prince. He's right here." Frodo said, gesturing at the cat.
The Guard looked at Frodo and Christine as if they had gone mad. "This is a CAT! It is not the Prince you fools!"
Christine glared. "He was turned into a cat."
"Lies! Go back to bed and take up your insane ramblings with the King in the morning."
Frodo watched a look of pure anger on his wife's face. "Let us in or I'll tell Thranduil about this in the morning, saying that you denied him the knowledge that his son is alive. He'll have your heads for that I'm sure."
Both Guards regarded her with surprise at the idea that she was angry and trying to defy them. Despite their looks, Christine stood her ground. She tapped her foot impatiently to emphasize her point.
"Really now-" The other spoke for the first time, but Christine cut him off. "For the last time, LET US IN OR I'LL KICK BOTH OF YOUR ELVISH ASSES!"
Before either of the guards could say anything to her, the door to the King's chambers opened to reveal a very angry but tired Thranduil.
"What is going on? Why are you shouting?" he demanded, stifling a yawn.
"Sorry to disturb you, Thranduil, but this is important. We've found your son!" Frodo said, excitedly.
Thranduil smiled. "Is this true?" he asked, hoping with all his heart that it was. "It is indeed!" Christine answered.
"Then where is he?"
"Right here." Christine held up the blonde cat.
Thranduil immediately frowned. "Is this some kind of joke?" he asked angrily.
"No!" Christine insisted. "It's not. This is your son. He was somehow turned into a cat. I'm not sure how, but it's the truth."
The King studied the cat in her arms. Could it really be true? And if it was, how had it happened?
"Legolas?" he asked, completely bewildered.
The cat jumped into his arms and purred, startling Thranduil.
'Yes it is me!'
"I think you can take that as a yes." Frodo said, smiling.
"So, then how do we turn him back to his original self?"
Christine sighed. "That's the problem, Your Highness. We don't know how."
The King of Mirkwood was silent for a moment as he pondered. There had to be something they could do. As for what, he was at a loss.
"Well, one thing is for certain: figuring this out is going to take a long time. In the meantime, we must prepare ourselves for the arrival of the new King. Much is to be done. Now, all of you go back to bed. We shall deal with this properly in the morning."
Nodding at the King's orders, Christine and Frodo proceeded to return to their room.
"One last thing, you two." Thranduil said, getting them to stop for a moment. "Thank you for bringing this to me now. I shall forever be grateful." With a smile, he dismissed them and they were on their way.
Legolas figured he could be dancing on a cloud if he could. Finally someone knew what had become of him. His friends and his father were happy again. That had to be the best part of it all, he decided. No more sorrowful faces every day.
'I shall have to plan out just what I am going to say to everyone once I am an Elf again.' He muttered as he followed Christine and Frodo into their room.
But he didn't mind doing that. It would be worth it just being normal again.
"Thank God you're safe, Legolas." Christine said, stroking his fur. "We were all so afraid of what might have happened to you."
'No worries now.'
"But here you are, safe and sound." She smiled at him, then snuggled up to Frodo who embraced her.
Legolas curled up at the end of the bed and slept feeling happier than he had in days.
IN RESPONSE TO A REVIEWER: I forgot to mention something when I first started this story, it is kind of a sequel meaning that I used characters from the first story in this one. (You don't have to read the other one to know what's going on in this story) to the other one that I wrote: When a Hobbit Loves a Woman. Sorry about that! Anyway, Christine is NOT a Hobbit by the way. Read the first one and you'll know what I mean. Oh, and I am TERRIBLY sorry for spelling Legolas's father's name wrong, it was an honest mistake. I'll fix it in this chapter.
In the evening, Legolas escaped to one of the kingdom's outdoor gazebos; it was one of his favourite places besides the woods surrounding it. He pondered and pondered his situation until he was greatly frustrated. That's when a thought struck his mind. That would work! Overjoyed, he ran inside the palace as fast as his cat legs could carry him.
Once inside, he ran down the hall to Christine and Frodo's room since it was closest. Unfortunately, The Elven Prince had been running a bit too fast and skidded a little before he came to a complete stop once he got their door. He pushed the door open with his head and hopped onto the bed.
The two of them were sitting on the bed, talking.
"Oh, hello there Legolas." Christine said, cooing at the cat.
Legolas meowed at her and patted her leg with his paw, hoping she would take the hint that he wanted her to follow him.
She furrowed her eyebrows. "What is it?" He meowed again and hopped off the bed.
"I wonder what he wants." Frodo asked.
"I couldn't tell you."
"Well, let us follow him and find out." The Hobbit suggested. 'Hurray!' Legolas thought, clearly pleased with himself.
Legolas led Christine and Frodo down the hall and stopped once he reached their destination.
Frodo and Christine looked at each other as they realized that the cat had led them to the door of a secret room that only the three knew about. It was where they would escape and stay up all night laughing and talking. They had kept it a secret so that Thranduil wouldn't find out and spoil their fun since he hated it when anyone was up too late.
They both stared at the cat with wonder. There was no way the cat could have known where the room was unless he was Legolas, which was impossible. Or was it?
Christine studied the cat. The sense of familiarity she felt around the cat returned. Could it be true? Could this cat in front of them in fact be their friend? Her gut immediately told her that the theory they both had thought up was true.
"Legolas, is that you?" Christine asked tentatively.
Beside himself with joy again, he purred and gave her his best cat smile.
"I will take that as a yes." Frodo said, still overwhelmed with wonder.
"How did this happen?"
Legolas hung his head, indicating a no.
"Hmm. we'll find a way to turn you back." She petted her friend reassuringly. Legolas purred shamelessly.
Frodo, Christine and the newly recovered Prince of Mirkwood all ran down to the King's Quarters. Even though they knew he would asleep, there was no way that they could wait and tell him the morning. Especially after the conversation they had earlier that day.
The three of them approached the King's Guards, who seemed shocked that they were still awake.
"What are you doing up?" One of them asked.
"We need to speak to the King." Frodo answered.
The Guard gave them a funny look. "But he is asleep. Surely you know that."
Christine huffed in frustration. "It's really important. It's about Legolas." She said, hoping that using the prince's name would help sway the Guard into letting them in.
"Legolas? The Prince?"
Christine nodded, annoyed that the Guard would ask such a stupid question.
"Can it not wait until morning?"
"No!" Christine picked Legolas up off the floor and held him in her arms.
"We've found the Prince. He's right here." Frodo said, gesturing at the cat.
The Guard looked at Frodo and Christine as if they had gone mad. "This is a CAT! It is not the Prince you fools!"
Christine glared. "He was turned into a cat."
"Lies! Go back to bed and take up your insane ramblings with the King in the morning."
Frodo watched a look of pure anger on his wife's face. "Let us in or I'll tell Thranduil about this in the morning, saying that you denied him the knowledge that his son is alive. He'll have your heads for that I'm sure."
Both Guards regarded her with surprise at the idea that she was angry and trying to defy them. Despite their looks, Christine stood her ground. She tapped her foot impatiently to emphasize her point.
"Really now-" The other spoke for the first time, but Christine cut him off. "For the last time, LET US IN OR I'LL KICK BOTH OF YOUR ELVISH ASSES!"
Before either of the guards could say anything to her, the door to the King's chambers opened to reveal a very angry but tired Thranduil.
"What is going on? Why are you shouting?" he demanded, stifling a yawn.
"Sorry to disturb you, Thranduil, but this is important. We've found your son!" Frodo said, excitedly.
Thranduil smiled. "Is this true?" he asked, hoping with all his heart that it was. "It is indeed!" Christine answered.
"Then where is he?"
"Right here." Christine held up the blonde cat.
Thranduil immediately frowned. "Is this some kind of joke?" he asked angrily.
"No!" Christine insisted. "It's not. This is your son. He was somehow turned into a cat. I'm not sure how, but it's the truth."
The King studied the cat in her arms. Could it really be true? And if it was, how had it happened?
"Legolas?" he asked, completely bewildered.
The cat jumped into his arms and purred, startling Thranduil.
'Yes it is me!'
"I think you can take that as a yes." Frodo said, smiling.
"So, then how do we turn him back to his original self?"
Christine sighed. "That's the problem, Your Highness. We don't know how."
The King of Mirkwood was silent for a moment as he pondered. There had to be something they could do. As for what, he was at a loss.
"Well, one thing is for certain: figuring this out is going to take a long time. In the meantime, we must prepare ourselves for the arrival of the new King. Much is to be done. Now, all of you go back to bed. We shall deal with this properly in the morning."
Nodding at the King's orders, Christine and Frodo proceeded to return to their room.
"One last thing, you two." Thranduil said, getting them to stop for a moment. "Thank you for bringing this to me now. I shall forever be grateful." With a smile, he dismissed them and they were on their way.
Legolas figured he could be dancing on a cloud if he could. Finally someone knew what had become of him. His friends and his father were happy again. That had to be the best part of it all, he decided. No more sorrowful faces every day.
'I shall have to plan out just what I am going to say to everyone once I am an Elf again.' He muttered as he followed Christine and Frodo into their room.
But he didn't mind doing that. It would be worth it just being normal again.
"Thank God you're safe, Legolas." Christine said, stroking his fur. "We were all so afraid of what might have happened to you."
'No worries now.'
"But here you are, safe and sound." She smiled at him, then snuggled up to Frodo who embraced her.
Legolas curled up at the end of the bed and slept feeling happier than he had in days.
