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Well, when I was dropped into Mirkwood, I screamed like anything. Then, I began cursing in Elvish. It wasn't easy let me tell you. I had to repeat myself about ten times and I only cursed for about thirty seconds. Then I started thinking.
'Wait. I can still talk. I wonder why Saruman didn't take away this ability. Maybe he couldn't?' As I was thinking, I heard a rustling in the bushes, but I paid it no mind. It was probably just my imagination. Right? Then, someone stealthily slid out of the bushes.
"Spiders are near. I must find who was cursing and escort them to their home. 'Tis not safe to be out in the woods this late at night." He had golden blonde hair and a thin, lithe form. Now I have dark brown hair, as do all who live in Rivindell, save for a select few so blonde hair was a bit of a novelty to me. Suddenly, I remembered the spiders. I had to talk to him so I could get somewhere safe.
"Excuse me."
"Who's there? Show yourself," he cried, whipping his head around.
"I'm down here, milord." He looked down and frowned. I knew what he was thinking. 'That's a mouse. Did it talk? Maybe there's a ventriloquist around here.' I decided that I would get him to take me somewhere else, or I would bite him, crawl into his quiver and take myself somewhere safe. Personally, I preferred the first option. I have a temper, but I hate to hurt people and I hate to feel unwelcome. Well, here goes nothing.
"Milord, please. I am the mouse sitting on top of the red leaf. I'm brown and I am talking. If you pick me up, I will not bite you." He picked me up, and I didn't bite.
"I was a lady elf milord, until I went to Orthanc to gain more knowledge. I was walking and I saw an orc. On its face was Saruman's symbol, the White Hand. I ran away screaming but when I told Saruman, he laughed, told me that he was allied with Sauron. He told me about his army. He told me everything. Then, he turned me into a mouse and transported me here. If it would not be too much trouble, could you escort me to the nearest village so that I may rest up, sneak aboard a merchant caravan to Rivindell and get home?"
"Nay, lady, the nearest village is farther then you think. The palace is closer. I will take you to the palace and from there we will decide what to do with you."
Well, as it turned out, we never decided anything. Well, we decided that I could not go back to Rivindell, as no one would believe my story. So, I decided to stay in the palace as Legolas's pet. It wasn't a bad arrangement, all things considered. Actually, we both preferred the term 'companion.'
And so, the years passed, and Legolas was summoned to the Council of Elrond.
Well, when I was dropped into Mirkwood, I screamed like anything. Then, I began cursing in Elvish. It wasn't easy let me tell you. I had to repeat myself about ten times and I only cursed for about thirty seconds. Then I started thinking.
'Wait. I can still talk. I wonder why Saruman didn't take away this ability. Maybe he couldn't?' As I was thinking, I heard a rustling in the bushes, but I paid it no mind. It was probably just my imagination. Right? Then, someone stealthily slid out of the bushes.
"Spiders are near. I must find who was cursing and escort them to their home. 'Tis not safe to be out in the woods this late at night." He had golden blonde hair and a thin, lithe form. Now I have dark brown hair, as do all who live in Rivindell, save for a select few so blonde hair was a bit of a novelty to me. Suddenly, I remembered the spiders. I had to talk to him so I could get somewhere safe.
"Excuse me."
"Who's there? Show yourself," he cried, whipping his head around.
"I'm down here, milord." He looked down and frowned. I knew what he was thinking. 'That's a mouse. Did it talk? Maybe there's a ventriloquist around here.' I decided that I would get him to take me somewhere else, or I would bite him, crawl into his quiver and take myself somewhere safe. Personally, I preferred the first option. I have a temper, but I hate to hurt people and I hate to feel unwelcome. Well, here goes nothing.
"Milord, please. I am the mouse sitting on top of the red leaf. I'm brown and I am talking. If you pick me up, I will not bite you." He picked me up, and I didn't bite.
"I was a lady elf milord, until I went to Orthanc to gain more knowledge. I was walking and I saw an orc. On its face was Saruman's symbol, the White Hand. I ran away screaming but when I told Saruman, he laughed, told me that he was allied with Sauron. He told me about his army. He told me everything. Then, he turned me into a mouse and transported me here. If it would not be too much trouble, could you escort me to the nearest village so that I may rest up, sneak aboard a merchant caravan to Rivindell and get home?"
"Nay, lady, the nearest village is farther then you think. The palace is closer. I will take you to the palace and from there we will decide what to do with you."
Well, as it turned out, we never decided anything. Well, we decided that I could not go back to Rivindell, as no one would believe my story. So, I decided to stay in the palace as Legolas's pet. It wasn't a bad arrangement, all things considered. Actually, we both preferred the term 'companion.'
And so, the years passed, and Legolas was summoned to the Council of Elrond.