Disclaimer: I don't own anything. Firthuliel doesn't own anything. Except Vebrion. And Christina. And ourselves, Nilturiel and Firthuliel. I wish I owned Legolas. Or Orlando Bloom. Or even Will Turner. Although I would make him take a shower and cut his hair. Well, anyway, onward!
Chapter 4 Legolas, Legolas, wherefore art thou Legolas?
Orlando looked around Firthuliel's backyard. It was very large and had several targets lined up at the far end. There were also a few closer targets. These were probably for the weedshooting contest, he thought.
What is a weedshooting contest? Orlando had no idea. He didn't really want to spend his whole Thursday competing in stupid contests with some silly American teenagers who thought they were elves. He was really here looking for Legolas. But Legolas was nowhere to be seen. This was very distressing.
Orlando had lately taken up a new hobby… Legolas stalking! It was jolly good fun. Besides, if he captured Legolas, he would stop getting those annoying blackmail notes. It wasn't really good for your career if you had to pay all your money you earned to a blackmailer. (A/N: The blackmail will be fully explained later. THIS IS JUST FORESHADOWING!!!!)
Just then, Firthuliel and Nilturiel came up with a handful of arrows and a couple of bows. Firthuliel was also carrying a suspicious looking bucket with what looked like a bunch of weeds in it.
"Are you ready to start the competition?" asked Fithuliel excitedly. After all, how many people got to spend an entire afternoon with Orlando Bloom?
"Umm… actually, I was wondering if Legolas was going to show up. I heard that you invited him."
"Yes, but he hasn't shown up. We used the palantir, now that all of them have been recovered, to talk to Thranduil, but he didn't know where he was. Apparently, Legolas disappeared at the summer feast last week. We have all been very worried." Nilturiel explained.
"Well, we can't let that little detail stop us from the contest. Here you go, pick a bow." Fithuliel said.
Though Orlando was very distraught that his stalkee wasn't going to be there, he decided that he should probably just enjoy the afternoon.