YOU RECOGNISE IT, I DON'T OWN IT. 'CEPT FOR BECKY, FAYE, JESS, HOLLY,
SHAKIRA, HEATHER, AND MANDI.
~*A/N: Okay, I was totally going to wait until I had finished my other two fics before I started the sequel to 'The Visit', but it just isn't going to work that way. Considering that I had enough reviews from demanding a sequel, *cough cough* Heather *cough cough* Anyways, I've decided that it would be much easier to write this thing in third person, instead of jumping around PoV's. So without much further ado, Mirkwood Marriage!*~
~*Lost*~
Becky couldn't believe her eyes. She was in Middle Earth! And, (she pinched herself to make sure it wasn't a dream), she was going to marry Legolas! What more could she ask for? Besides having her friends here. Not to mention family. And she would have given anything to have been able to bring her kitten, Lucy.
All that aside, it was still Middle Earth. But it didn't look quite as she had expected it to. There was a dark cloud overhead that seemed to span the whole sky. And the air smelled old and stale, as if nobody had been there for years. Where exactly on Middle Earth were they?
It reminded her of one of the names that Holly had had on MSN. 'As I stand here in the middle of my shattered world, I am reminded of how death rides on swift black wings.' Well, that certainly fit the situation quite snugly.
"Gandalf," Legolas put a protective arm around Becky, "you brought us to Mordor!"
Gandalf was busy looking around for the Hobbit holes. He had meant to bring them to the Shire, as that was where he was sure that Rebecca would have been the most comfortable to start with before going to Mirkwood. Okay, so he had messed up.
"Holy Eru! We're in Mordor! Hey, we can drop the ring off at Mount Doom and be rid of it once and for all! You can transport us there, right Gandalf?" asked Frodo.
"Yeah! Beam me up Scotty!" Becky put in. She was the only one that found this funny.
Legolas tightened his hold on Rebecca. He didn't want her anywhere near Mordor, let alone Mount Doom. If Sauron found them, he would kill anybody that was with Frodo and the ring. Rebecca was not exempt from that statement.
"Gandalf, why don't you take Frodo up to Mount Doom, and the rest of us can go home. You don't need us," was Legolas' idea.
"I'm not leaving Frodo!" exclaimed Merry, Pippin, and Sam all at once.
"Okay, The Hobbits can come to Mount Doom with me, and I'll transport the rest of you to Mirkwood. I trust that you can find your way home from there?"
There were random nods of agreement to this plan until Becky said, "I'd like to see the Paths Of The Dead."
"How did you know about that?" asked Aragorn, somewhat unsettled.
"Heather told me about it. And I think it would be kind of cool to see."
'I think not, Rebecca. Let's just go home. I want to show you the palace." Said Legolas. This girl was mad! Wanting to go to Mount Doom and walk along the Paths!
Rebecca took a long look at Legolas before consenting. "Alright," she muttered.
There was a flash of light and all but the Hobbits and Gandalf were in Mirkwood.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~
The Hobbits and Gandalf appeared seemingly out of nowhere on the top of Mount Doom.
"This is it, Mister Frodo, sir. You can get rid of that pesky ring once and for all." Said Sam.
"Yes. But I don't want to. I suppose I must." With this Frodo reached into his pocket to grab the ring. A look of concern crossed his face as he dug deeper and deeper into his pocket. Maybe he still had it on a chain around his neck.
"Frodo, what are you doing? Just take the ring out of your pocket and throw it in so that I can get home and have something to eat!" said Merry.
"I can't find it."
~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Mirkwood was more beautiful than Becky ever could have imagined. It was nothing like how Tolkien had described it. It wasn't dark, or dreary. They were in a clearing, so there weren't any trees for about a mile on either side. In fact, it was almost the opposite of how Tolkien had written it. But it was his world, so shouldn't it be how he had said it was? Maybe he did a re-write after he died or something.
In any case, Becky was glad that this was where she was going to be living. Especially with Legolas. She actually hadn't let it sink in before that she really was going to be Rebecca Greenleaf. Holy Eru! She slumped down on the grass and Legolas came rushing to her side.
"Rebecca! What's wrong?" He was so cute when he was worried.
"Nothing, it just hit me, is all. I'm really going to live here for the rest of my life. And I'm really going to marry you, just like Holly and Jess and I always used to imagine. And best of all, I don't have to go back to school in September! Hell yeah!"
Legolas raised an eyebrow at her. She sure was different than any other lass he had ever met. But she was by far the best. He leaned over and kissed her gently, hesitating for just a second before pulling away.
"Come on, let's go to the palace," he whispered in her ear as a grin spread across her face.
~*A/N: Okay, I was totally going to wait until I had finished my other two fics before I started the sequel to 'The Visit', but it just isn't going to work that way. Considering that I had enough reviews from demanding a sequel, *cough cough* Heather *cough cough* Anyways, I've decided that it would be much easier to write this thing in third person, instead of jumping around PoV's. So without much further ado, Mirkwood Marriage!*~
~*Lost*~
Becky couldn't believe her eyes. She was in Middle Earth! And, (she pinched herself to make sure it wasn't a dream), she was going to marry Legolas! What more could she ask for? Besides having her friends here. Not to mention family. And she would have given anything to have been able to bring her kitten, Lucy.
All that aside, it was still Middle Earth. But it didn't look quite as she had expected it to. There was a dark cloud overhead that seemed to span the whole sky. And the air smelled old and stale, as if nobody had been there for years. Where exactly on Middle Earth were they?
It reminded her of one of the names that Holly had had on MSN. 'As I stand here in the middle of my shattered world, I am reminded of how death rides on swift black wings.' Well, that certainly fit the situation quite snugly.
"Gandalf," Legolas put a protective arm around Becky, "you brought us to Mordor!"
Gandalf was busy looking around for the Hobbit holes. He had meant to bring them to the Shire, as that was where he was sure that Rebecca would have been the most comfortable to start with before going to Mirkwood. Okay, so he had messed up.
"Holy Eru! We're in Mordor! Hey, we can drop the ring off at Mount Doom and be rid of it once and for all! You can transport us there, right Gandalf?" asked Frodo.
"Yeah! Beam me up Scotty!" Becky put in. She was the only one that found this funny.
Legolas tightened his hold on Rebecca. He didn't want her anywhere near Mordor, let alone Mount Doom. If Sauron found them, he would kill anybody that was with Frodo and the ring. Rebecca was not exempt from that statement.
"Gandalf, why don't you take Frodo up to Mount Doom, and the rest of us can go home. You don't need us," was Legolas' idea.
"I'm not leaving Frodo!" exclaimed Merry, Pippin, and Sam all at once.
"Okay, The Hobbits can come to Mount Doom with me, and I'll transport the rest of you to Mirkwood. I trust that you can find your way home from there?"
There were random nods of agreement to this plan until Becky said, "I'd like to see the Paths Of The Dead."
"How did you know about that?" asked Aragorn, somewhat unsettled.
"Heather told me about it. And I think it would be kind of cool to see."
'I think not, Rebecca. Let's just go home. I want to show you the palace." Said Legolas. This girl was mad! Wanting to go to Mount Doom and walk along the Paths!
Rebecca took a long look at Legolas before consenting. "Alright," she muttered.
There was a flash of light and all but the Hobbits and Gandalf were in Mirkwood.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~
The Hobbits and Gandalf appeared seemingly out of nowhere on the top of Mount Doom.
"This is it, Mister Frodo, sir. You can get rid of that pesky ring once and for all." Said Sam.
"Yes. But I don't want to. I suppose I must." With this Frodo reached into his pocket to grab the ring. A look of concern crossed his face as he dug deeper and deeper into his pocket. Maybe he still had it on a chain around his neck.
"Frodo, what are you doing? Just take the ring out of your pocket and throw it in so that I can get home and have something to eat!" said Merry.
"I can't find it."
~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Mirkwood was more beautiful than Becky ever could have imagined. It was nothing like how Tolkien had described it. It wasn't dark, or dreary. They were in a clearing, so there weren't any trees for about a mile on either side. In fact, it was almost the opposite of how Tolkien had written it. But it was his world, so shouldn't it be how he had said it was? Maybe he did a re-write after he died or something.
In any case, Becky was glad that this was where she was going to be living. Especially with Legolas. She actually hadn't let it sink in before that she really was going to be Rebecca Greenleaf. Holy Eru! She slumped down on the grass and Legolas came rushing to her side.
"Rebecca! What's wrong?" He was so cute when he was worried.
"Nothing, it just hit me, is all. I'm really going to live here for the rest of my life. And I'm really going to marry you, just like Holly and Jess and I always used to imagine. And best of all, I don't have to go back to school in September! Hell yeah!"
Legolas raised an eyebrow at her. She sure was different than any other lass he had ever met. But she was by far the best. He leaned over and kissed her gently, hesitating for just a second before pulling away.
"Come on, let's go to the palace," he whispered in her ear as a grin spread across her face.