A/N: So, here I go with the next chapter. Oh and just so you all know,
guess who is in this chapter!!!! LEGOLAS!! But he isn't mine, he is someone
else's, I wonder who??
Disclaimer: See Chapter One
Chapter Two: Lying Schemes
I slowly awoke from my never-ending sleep. But I didn't wake up on my own. I felt something sharp poke my arm. I opened my eyes to see oddly shaped brown boots. They were almost old fashioned. My eyes trailed up to a tall blonde haired male.
But he was pointing an arrow straight in my face. I backed slowly away from him pulling on the grass around me to help me. My hand bumped into something. I quickly whipped my head around. It was Phoebe, she was lying down on the grassy area. But she was not conscious.
I shakily brought my hand to her arm and slightly pushed her. She opened her eyes to me. I gave a crooked smiled to her, remembering that there was a tall male, with a bow and arrow pointed at me.
Phoebe turned her eyes past me to see the male as well. Her face went blank when she viewed the weapon. I turned around back to the man to see five others like him standing next to him.
"Where doth you hale from?" He asked
I questionably looked at him, but my eyes trailed past his face, to his ears. I scooted closer to Phoebe.
"An elf?" I coughed out.
"WHERE!" He shouted at me, as he stepped closer.
I thought for a moment and stared into his crystal blue eyes.
"Where am I?" I asked him.
I realized I was in no position to be asking questions. But I had to find out what had happened. Phoebe placed her hands on my shoulders leaning me back to her. I could tell she was just as afraid as I was. We had just gotten into an accident, and now I was in some strange place.
I could feel Phoebe shaking almost violently out of fright. I brought my hand to hers and gripped it as we waited for the elf to answer.
"You are in the land of king Thranduil, you are in Mirkwood." He replied in a proud manor.
I stared at him shockingly. I knew exactly what he was talking about, but it couldn't be real. I mean, fiction doesn't come to life.
"Middle-Earth?" I asked.
He nodded his head in reply. I could feel my pupils dilate, I felt like I could faint that very second.
"What do two elves, of your stature, have business in Mirkwood?" He asked.
"Elves?" I coughed out.
I wasn't an elf and this one was seeing things. I am a human, not an elf, or so I thought until my eyes trailed to my hair. My hair had changed completely It was once blonde, but where I stood, it was brown. But I remembered when I had turned to Phoebe she looked different too. I brought my eyes back to her and she had Blonde hair where black once was. My moth dropped but then the blonde spoke again.
"Where have you come from elf?" He yelled.
I stared blankly at him, there it was again, him calling me an elf. But I felt strange. I didn't know what was going on, but I slowly brought my hands to my ears. I ran my fingers across them, and at the top. But they had changed. My ears had a point at the tip. I quickly thought of a way to get out of the situation.
"Rivendell!" I said quietly. "Rivendell."
He smiled at me then. I could tell he knew what I was talking about. The Rivendell elves, home of Lord Elrond.
But then I saw his eyes travel to the back of me and he was staring at Phoebe.
"But she, she is no Rivendell elf. She has the looks of the elves of Lorien." He said.
"Yes she is from there!" I quickly said.
He grinned.
"I am Legolas Greenleaf." He kindly said.
My mouth dropped. I knew who Legolas Greenleaf was. He is The Prince of Mirkwood, son of king Thranduil.
He lowered his bow and offered me his hand. I looked at it then back to him. But I pushed threw my fears and took his hand thankfully. I got up from the ground then turned back to see Phoebe was still sitting in the grass.
I lifted my hand and she took it without question. We both waited for Legolas to speak again. He looked amazing, the books gave him no justice for his looks. The other elves stepped away from him and us, and lowered their loaded bows.
Legolas stepped closer to us, forcing me to take a step back.
"As long as you are here in Mirkwood, you shall stay in the caves of my home." He suggested.
I almost burst into laughter. This wasn't the best thing to say to a person. But I held my laughter. I smiled at him and turned my gaze to Phoebe. I could tell she liked him.
Ever since she had read 'the Lord Of The Rings' trilogy, she had fallen for him. She loved the way they had described his perfect archery skills. She found him breath taking.
But I, I had always fancied Haldir and Frodo. When Haldir died in battle I felt my heart break. Even if he was a fictional character, well now, I suppose real. This was all starting to get mind-boggling.
"Phoebe answer the Prince." I said as I pushed her in front of me.
"I-I" She stuttered. "Yes we would love to sleep with you, I mean stay! Stay."
I burst out into laughter. She had said that in such away to even make the other elves laugh. But the prince was blushing.
She smiled at him and he grinned at her, with a hint of pink still lying on his cheeks. He then turned his back to us and began to lead us towards the caves of Mirkwood. Phoebe and I were slowly following them a few steps behind.
"I cannot believe you said that." I said with a giggle.
"Shut up, they can hear you." She said as she pointed to her ears.
I remembered then that elves had very sensitive ears, and could hear almost anything, but rarely there own kind when one elf sneaks up on another. .
I waited to see if the Prince would say anything. And he began to talk to the elves around him as he walked gracefully.
"Do you believe them?" One of them asked.
"Do not worry, all in good time. We will find out what these two are after. I do not wish to harm them until we know why they are here." Legolas replied.
Phoebe and I turned our heads towards each other. We didn't know if he was being serious or not. So we kept listening.
"Handir is in Thranduil's great hall, we will see if he knows anything of these elves." Another one said.
"Oh shit." I coughed.
Phoebe turned her head to me and we stopped walking.
"What is it?" She asked.
"Handir, that's Haldir's son. He is from Lorien." I said. "He will know that you aren't from Lorien."
Our eyes widened and looked over at Legolas and the other elves. They had stopped and were looking at us. I stood up straight and began to walk again, as did they.
"What are we going to do?" She worriedly asked.
"I will figure something out." I replied.
We began to walk swiftly until we passed a great river over a bridge. When we did, I brought my eyes up to great and tall trees. In the trees there were small huts and tents, which people were coming and going out of. This I knew was the servant quarters.
We hiked up marble steps to a great and large double-sided door. Legolas went ahead and opened the door kindly for us. But I knew he was only trying to act as if everything was fine.
I viewed the darkened cave, but it was torches along the sidewalls. Also the beautiful elves lit the dark and dank area of Thranduil's caves.
"I have not caught you names." Legolas questioned.
I stared at him with surprise. I didn't know what he would think about the names Phoebe and Raven, but I said them anyway.
"I am Raven, and this is." I said and waited for Phoebe to say her name.
"Phoebe." She quickly said.
He looked at us the nodded to someone behind us. Well this conspiracy thing was getting annoying, but I had to go along with it. I knew exactly what they could do with us.
"Come, Handir is in Thranduil's hall, he will be pleased to see and elf of Lorien."
This was the breaking point. I knew once Handir saw Phoebe he would know. I had to do something.
"OW!" I screamed.
I fell to the ground gripping my side. Phoebe bent down to me.
"Are you?" She began but I cut her off.
"You know that I am ill!" I shouted.
I cried in pain and gripped her hand. I knew this might slow them down from bringing us to Handir. Legolas went over to me and bent down.
"What is happening to her?" He sincerely asked.
A/N: Tricksy isn't she! Hehehhe! I know, that was fun. I had this all written down but it was only three pages typed; I had to do something fun! Hehehe. Poor globule Legolas.
Disclaimer: See Chapter One
Chapter Two: Lying Schemes
I slowly awoke from my never-ending sleep. But I didn't wake up on my own. I felt something sharp poke my arm. I opened my eyes to see oddly shaped brown boots. They were almost old fashioned. My eyes trailed up to a tall blonde haired male.
But he was pointing an arrow straight in my face. I backed slowly away from him pulling on the grass around me to help me. My hand bumped into something. I quickly whipped my head around. It was Phoebe, she was lying down on the grassy area. But she was not conscious.
I shakily brought my hand to her arm and slightly pushed her. She opened her eyes to me. I gave a crooked smiled to her, remembering that there was a tall male, with a bow and arrow pointed at me.
Phoebe turned her eyes past me to see the male as well. Her face went blank when she viewed the weapon. I turned around back to the man to see five others like him standing next to him.
"Where doth you hale from?" He asked
I questionably looked at him, but my eyes trailed past his face, to his ears. I scooted closer to Phoebe.
"An elf?" I coughed out.
"WHERE!" He shouted at me, as he stepped closer.
I thought for a moment and stared into his crystal blue eyes.
"Where am I?" I asked him.
I realized I was in no position to be asking questions. But I had to find out what had happened. Phoebe placed her hands on my shoulders leaning me back to her. I could tell she was just as afraid as I was. We had just gotten into an accident, and now I was in some strange place.
I could feel Phoebe shaking almost violently out of fright. I brought my hand to hers and gripped it as we waited for the elf to answer.
"You are in the land of king Thranduil, you are in Mirkwood." He replied in a proud manor.
I stared at him shockingly. I knew exactly what he was talking about, but it couldn't be real. I mean, fiction doesn't come to life.
"Middle-Earth?" I asked.
He nodded his head in reply. I could feel my pupils dilate, I felt like I could faint that very second.
"What do two elves, of your stature, have business in Mirkwood?" He asked.
"Elves?" I coughed out.
I wasn't an elf and this one was seeing things. I am a human, not an elf, or so I thought until my eyes trailed to my hair. My hair had changed completely It was once blonde, but where I stood, it was brown. But I remembered when I had turned to Phoebe she looked different too. I brought my eyes back to her and she had Blonde hair where black once was. My moth dropped but then the blonde spoke again.
"Where have you come from elf?" He yelled.
I stared blankly at him, there it was again, him calling me an elf. But I felt strange. I didn't know what was going on, but I slowly brought my hands to my ears. I ran my fingers across them, and at the top. But they had changed. My ears had a point at the tip. I quickly thought of a way to get out of the situation.
"Rivendell!" I said quietly. "Rivendell."
He smiled at me then. I could tell he knew what I was talking about. The Rivendell elves, home of Lord Elrond.
But then I saw his eyes travel to the back of me and he was staring at Phoebe.
"But she, she is no Rivendell elf. She has the looks of the elves of Lorien." He said.
"Yes she is from there!" I quickly said.
He grinned.
"I am Legolas Greenleaf." He kindly said.
My mouth dropped. I knew who Legolas Greenleaf was. He is The Prince of Mirkwood, son of king Thranduil.
He lowered his bow and offered me his hand. I looked at it then back to him. But I pushed threw my fears and took his hand thankfully. I got up from the ground then turned back to see Phoebe was still sitting in the grass.
I lifted my hand and she took it without question. We both waited for Legolas to speak again. He looked amazing, the books gave him no justice for his looks. The other elves stepped away from him and us, and lowered their loaded bows.
Legolas stepped closer to us, forcing me to take a step back.
"As long as you are here in Mirkwood, you shall stay in the caves of my home." He suggested.
I almost burst into laughter. This wasn't the best thing to say to a person. But I held my laughter. I smiled at him and turned my gaze to Phoebe. I could tell she liked him.
Ever since she had read 'the Lord Of The Rings' trilogy, she had fallen for him. She loved the way they had described his perfect archery skills. She found him breath taking.
But I, I had always fancied Haldir and Frodo. When Haldir died in battle I felt my heart break. Even if he was a fictional character, well now, I suppose real. This was all starting to get mind-boggling.
"Phoebe answer the Prince." I said as I pushed her in front of me.
"I-I" She stuttered. "Yes we would love to sleep with you, I mean stay! Stay."
I burst out into laughter. She had said that in such away to even make the other elves laugh. But the prince was blushing.
She smiled at him and he grinned at her, with a hint of pink still lying on his cheeks. He then turned his back to us and began to lead us towards the caves of Mirkwood. Phoebe and I were slowly following them a few steps behind.
"I cannot believe you said that." I said with a giggle.
"Shut up, they can hear you." She said as she pointed to her ears.
I remembered then that elves had very sensitive ears, and could hear almost anything, but rarely there own kind when one elf sneaks up on another. .
I waited to see if the Prince would say anything. And he began to talk to the elves around him as he walked gracefully.
"Do you believe them?" One of them asked.
"Do not worry, all in good time. We will find out what these two are after. I do not wish to harm them until we know why they are here." Legolas replied.
Phoebe and I turned our heads towards each other. We didn't know if he was being serious or not. So we kept listening.
"Handir is in Thranduil's great hall, we will see if he knows anything of these elves." Another one said.
"Oh shit." I coughed.
Phoebe turned her head to me and we stopped walking.
"What is it?" She asked.
"Handir, that's Haldir's son. He is from Lorien." I said. "He will know that you aren't from Lorien."
Our eyes widened and looked over at Legolas and the other elves. They had stopped and were looking at us. I stood up straight and began to walk again, as did they.
"What are we going to do?" She worriedly asked.
"I will figure something out." I replied.
We began to walk swiftly until we passed a great river over a bridge. When we did, I brought my eyes up to great and tall trees. In the trees there were small huts and tents, which people were coming and going out of. This I knew was the servant quarters.
We hiked up marble steps to a great and large double-sided door. Legolas went ahead and opened the door kindly for us. But I knew he was only trying to act as if everything was fine.
I viewed the darkened cave, but it was torches along the sidewalls. Also the beautiful elves lit the dark and dank area of Thranduil's caves.
"I have not caught you names." Legolas questioned.
I stared at him with surprise. I didn't know what he would think about the names Phoebe and Raven, but I said them anyway.
"I am Raven, and this is." I said and waited for Phoebe to say her name.
"Phoebe." She quickly said.
He looked at us the nodded to someone behind us. Well this conspiracy thing was getting annoying, but I had to go along with it. I knew exactly what they could do with us.
"Come, Handir is in Thranduil's hall, he will be pleased to see and elf of Lorien."
This was the breaking point. I knew once Handir saw Phoebe he would know. I had to do something.
"OW!" I screamed.
I fell to the ground gripping my side. Phoebe bent down to me.
"Are you?" She began but I cut her off.
"You know that I am ill!" I shouted.
I cried in pain and gripped her hand. I knew this might slow them down from bringing us to Handir. Legolas went over to me and bent down.
"What is happening to her?" He sincerely asked.
A/N: Tricksy isn't she! Hehehhe! I know, that was fun. I had this all written down but it was only three pages typed; I had to do something fun! Hehehe. Poor globule Legolas.