AUTHOR'S NOTE: This is what happens when I have a free Saturday night and
access to a computer.oh yes, and the girl he talks to in this story is NOT
the same Christine from my other two LOTR stories. I was just too lazy to
come up with a different name.
***Middle Earth: Shortly after the destruction of the Ring***
So it was all over now. Legolas, Prince of Mirkwood and son of Thranduil, couldn't believe it. It seemed such a terrible feat to accomplish but it had been done. The One Ring had been destroyed. And so now, he was on his own exploring and going on adventures, as he had always wanted to do. The Elf couldn't have been happier.
Legolas scanned his present surroundings with his keen Elven eyes. He could deduce that there was nothing but forest around him for miles ahead. He smiled. This was just the way he liked it. After all, being a Wood Elf, he liked nothing more than to be amongst the trees and nature in general.
He walked, taking in everything around him, that was, until a beam of light engulfed him. Before he could open his mouth to demand to know what was going on, everything went black.
***Lumsden, Saskatchewan, Canada: September 1st***
Legolas blinked, slowly coming back into consciousness. As he did, he realized that he was lying down on grass and the sun was shining down on him. Carefully, he stood and took in his surroundings. A strong sense of fear came over the Elf when he realized that he was somewhere completely unfamiliar to him. A large, deep blue colored building with a porch and a small building attached to it.
Stranger still were the large odd-looking things that were sitting just outside the smaller building. They reminded the Elf Prince of enclosed carriages. Perhaps that's what they were. Still, they were strange and frightened him.
"What kind of devilry is this?" he asked nobody in particular.
Legolas grasped his bow in one hand and prepared the other one to grab an arrow at any moment. He listened intently to everything around him. The Elf Prince jumped when he suddenly saw someone come out from the large building. Swiftly, far too fast for a man's eyes to see, he hid behind a large bush that was planted nearby.
"Well, it's official. We can't find anyone to be Webster for the Duck Derby this year. My daughter who usually does it is here visiting us from British Columbia and I don't want to impose it on her." It was a woman. Legolas realized, and decided to spare a look.
She was leaning against one of the enclosed carriages and was speaking into some sort of strange communication device. As a warrior always did, he sized her up to see if she would be a threat. She was about five foot one he guessed and no more than 115 pounds. Her face showed years of experience on them so she wasn't young. Perhaps 10,000 or so, Legolas thought.
"Well," she said after a few moments, "I'll call you back in a while. I know a few young kids that just might do it."
She said goodbye to whomever it was she was talking to and shut off the device.
Legolas watched her intently. She climbed into one of the enclosed carriages, somehow brought it to life, and departed in it. Legolas watched in fascination and a mixture of fear as it moved effortlessly out of where it was stationed and departed down a road away from the building.
Carefully, he reappeared from his hiding spot. Everything around him was unusual and scary. Legolas hoped with all his might that he could escape this strange land and get back home.
"Hey there, stranger. Can I help you?" Legolas whirled around; arrow poised to kill whatever had just startled him.
It was another woman. Only this one was much younger than the one he had just seen.
"Who are you?" he demanded. She held her hands up, showing that she posed no threat.
"Christine. And who are you?"
"Legolas, son of Thranduil and Prince of Mirkwood." He said, still pointing his arrow directly between her eyes.
Good Lord, she thought, his voice was musical and so lovely it touched her heart to hear it. Still, this guy was probably one BIG nutcase that she would have to find a way to get off of her property before he skewered her.
"Um, Legolas is a fictional character from a book. Although you really did go all out to look like him. Even have the fake pointy ears and everything."
Legolas glared at her. Fake? Indeed! "I am real, I assure you of that. I am no 'fictional character' as you put it. And my ears are far from fake."
Despite the menacing undertone that was now in his voice, it still had that entrancing musical quality.
Christine raised a single eyebrow. "Alright. Can I touch them then? Without you pointing that at me?" she said, gesturing at the arrow.
Legolas reluctantly lowered it. However, he still watched her carefully. Unable to help himself, he noticed that she possessed long golden blond hair as he did. It wasn't bound in traditional braids as his was, but it looked good nonetheless. Shaking those atrocious thoughts from his mind, he studied her with the blank stare of a warrior, his face completely unreadable.
Gently, she tugged on the edge of his right ear. "Hmm." Legolas stiffened a little as her finger ran down the outer edge of his ear. She was obviously looking for the point where the fake ear started. What Legolas hadn't expected was how nice it felt to have her almost caress him with her fingers. Again, with those thoughts! He thought bitterly, and attempted to make sure that no more came through.
"Satisfied?" he asked after a long silence.
Christine didn't answer him for a moment. She just frowned, thinking.
"This might sound crazy, but I might be inclined to believe you on the real ears part."
Well, at least they were getting somewhere. Legolas thought. Now all he had to do was convince her that he was who he said he was and get her to help him find a way back to Middle Earth. For the moment, he was pretty sure she thought he'd gone insane.
"So, where do you live so I can get you back home."
"Mirkwood, in the Woodland Realm."
"No seriously, where do you live?"
"That IS where I live!"
Christine shook her head. The loony was angry with her. Despite that, he looked unspeakably hot angry. Shocked at her thoughts, she pushed them from her mind. There would be NO thinking an insane guy was attractive!
"Okay then. Have it your way. I'm calling around to see which Mental Institute you might have escaped from."
Legolas was fuming at this point.
"Listen, I am NOT insane! I am telling you the truth! I swear on my Royal Elven blood!" That should do it. He thought. Swearing on that sort of thing was taken very seriously in Mirkwood and one would believe him with no question in this situation. He hoped, anyway.
"Uh Huh." she said, casting him and uneasy glance.
Legolas gritted his teeth. "How can I persuade you to believe me you stubborn woman!"
Christine rolled her eyes. "Use your Elven telepathy on me." She joked. 'That ought to get him, the nutbag.' She thought, and smiled.
" You are sadly mistaken, it will not get me. And I am not a nutbag. Whatever that is anyway." Legolas said to her.
Christine looked back at him in shock. "Wow. I'm impressed."
Legolas divulged further into her mind so that there would be no doubt in her mind about which he was.
"Your full name is Christine Ann Chase and you were born on October 7, 1982 in Winnipeg Manitoba." He stated.
"How did-"
Legolas triumphantly smiled at her. "Elven Telepathy. Now do you believe me?"
Christine stared at the Elven Prince for a long moment before her eyes widened and she promptly fainted into his arms.
***Middle Earth: Shortly after the destruction of the Ring***
So it was all over now. Legolas, Prince of Mirkwood and son of Thranduil, couldn't believe it. It seemed such a terrible feat to accomplish but it had been done. The One Ring had been destroyed. And so now, he was on his own exploring and going on adventures, as he had always wanted to do. The Elf couldn't have been happier.
Legolas scanned his present surroundings with his keen Elven eyes. He could deduce that there was nothing but forest around him for miles ahead. He smiled. This was just the way he liked it. After all, being a Wood Elf, he liked nothing more than to be amongst the trees and nature in general.
He walked, taking in everything around him, that was, until a beam of light engulfed him. Before he could open his mouth to demand to know what was going on, everything went black.
***Lumsden, Saskatchewan, Canada: September 1st***
Legolas blinked, slowly coming back into consciousness. As he did, he realized that he was lying down on grass and the sun was shining down on him. Carefully, he stood and took in his surroundings. A strong sense of fear came over the Elf when he realized that he was somewhere completely unfamiliar to him. A large, deep blue colored building with a porch and a small building attached to it.
Stranger still were the large odd-looking things that were sitting just outside the smaller building. They reminded the Elf Prince of enclosed carriages. Perhaps that's what they were. Still, they were strange and frightened him.
"What kind of devilry is this?" he asked nobody in particular.
Legolas grasped his bow in one hand and prepared the other one to grab an arrow at any moment. He listened intently to everything around him. The Elf Prince jumped when he suddenly saw someone come out from the large building. Swiftly, far too fast for a man's eyes to see, he hid behind a large bush that was planted nearby.
"Well, it's official. We can't find anyone to be Webster for the Duck Derby this year. My daughter who usually does it is here visiting us from British Columbia and I don't want to impose it on her." It was a woman. Legolas realized, and decided to spare a look.
She was leaning against one of the enclosed carriages and was speaking into some sort of strange communication device. As a warrior always did, he sized her up to see if she would be a threat. She was about five foot one he guessed and no more than 115 pounds. Her face showed years of experience on them so she wasn't young. Perhaps 10,000 or so, Legolas thought.
"Well," she said after a few moments, "I'll call you back in a while. I know a few young kids that just might do it."
She said goodbye to whomever it was she was talking to and shut off the device.
Legolas watched her intently. She climbed into one of the enclosed carriages, somehow brought it to life, and departed in it. Legolas watched in fascination and a mixture of fear as it moved effortlessly out of where it was stationed and departed down a road away from the building.
Carefully, he reappeared from his hiding spot. Everything around him was unusual and scary. Legolas hoped with all his might that he could escape this strange land and get back home.
"Hey there, stranger. Can I help you?" Legolas whirled around; arrow poised to kill whatever had just startled him.
It was another woman. Only this one was much younger than the one he had just seen.
"Who are you?" he demanded. She held her hands up, showing that she posed no threat.
"Christine. And who are you?"
"Legolas, son of Thranduil and Prince of Mirkwood." He said, still pointing his arrow directly between her eyes.
Good Lord, she thought, his voice was musical and so lovely it touched her heart to hear it. Still, this guy was probably one BIG nutcase that she would have to find a way to get off of her property before he skewered her.
"Um, Legolas is a fictional character from a book. Although you really did go all out to look like him. Even have the fake pointy ears and everything."
Legolas glared at her. Fake? Indeed! "I am real, I assure you of that. I am no 'fictional character' as you put it. And my ears are far from fake."
Despite the menacing undertone that was now in his voice, it still had that entrancing musical quality.
Christine raised a single eyebrow. "Alright. Can I touch them then? Without you pointing that at me?" she said, gesturing at the arrow.
Legolas reluctantly lowered it. However, he still watched her carefully. Unable to help himself, he noticed that she possessed long golden blond hair as he did. It wasn't bound in traditional braids as his was, but it looked good nonetheless. Shaking those atrocious thoughts from his mind, he studied her with the blank stare of a warrior, his face completely unreadable.
Gently, she tugged on the edge of his right ear. "Hmm." Legolas stiffened a little as her finger ran down the outer edge of his ear. She was obviously looking for the point where the fake ear started. What Legolas hadn't expected was how nice it felt to have her almost caress him with her fingers. Again, with those thoughts! He thought bitterly, and attempted to make sure that no more came through.
"Satisfied?" he asked after a long silence.
Christine didn't answer him for a moment. She just frowned, thinking.
"This might sound crazy, but I might be inclined to believe you on the real ears part."
Well, at least they were getting somewhere. Legolas thought. Now all he had to do was convince her that he was who he said he was and get her to help him find a way back to Middle Earth. For the moment, he was pretty sure she thought he'd gone insane.
"So, where do you live so I can get you back home."
"Mirkwood, in the Woodland Realm."
"No seriously, where do you live?"
"That IS where I live!"
Christine shook her head. The loony was angry with her. Despite that, he looked unspeakably hot angry. Shocked at her thoughts, she pushed them from her mind. There would be NO thinking an insane guy was attractive!
"Okay then. Have it your way. I'm calling around to see which Mental Institute you might have escaped from."
Legolas was fuming at this point.
"Listen, I am NOT insane! I am telling you the truth! I swear on my Royal Elven blood!" That should do it. He thought. Swearing on that sort of thing was taken very seriously in Mirkwood and one would believe him with no question in this situation. He hoped, anyway.
"Uh Huh." she said, casting him and uneasy glance.
Legolas gritted his teeth. "How can I persuade you to believe me you stubborn woman!"
Christine rolled her eyes. "Use your Elven telepathy on me." She joked. 'That ought to get him, the nutbag.' She thought, and smiled.
" You are sadly mistaken, it will not get me. And I am not a nutbag. Whatever that is anyway." Legolas said to her.
Christine looked back at him in shock. "Wow. I'm impressed."
Legolas divulged further into her mind so that there would be no doubt in her mind about which he was.
"Your full name is Christine Ann Chase and you were born on October 7, 1982 in Winnipeg Manitoba." He stated.
"How did-"
Legolas triumphantly smiled at her. "Elven Telepathy. Now do you believe me?"
Christine stared at the Elven Prince for a long moment before her eyes widened and she promptly fainted into his arms.