Legolas Greenleaf: Agent of MESS
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Disclaimer: Legolas Greenleaf and associated characters belong to JRR Tolkien. Legolas' appearance belongs to Orlando Bloom in a wig. The James Bond comcept was created by Ian Fleming. A few odd characters and moments belong elsewhere.
Author's Notes: This chapter I have tried to make very Bondian. I'm afraid there's not much action, but the plot's got to come through somewhere. Oh, and 0011? Well, '11' is 'elf' in German.
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Chapter 2: Meeting With G
A few days later, Greenleaf was in Lothlorien, strolling through the headquarters of the Middle Earth Secret Service. His head had healed, and the only evidence of his encounter with Saruman was the white bandage on his wrist. His face was impassive, as emotionless as his job called for it to be. He looked like most of the other Elves in Lorien, but with an icy handsomeness of his own. His golden hair, long and elegant, betrayed his different origins, braided as it was in the traditional Mirkwood style of three braids. His eyes were cold blue.
He entered the office of Miss Evenstar, secretary to G. She looked up as he walked in, surreptitiously adjusting her dress as he turned to hang his bow and quiver on the stand in the corner. She was pretty in an enduring sort of way.
"Legolas!" she said, with a faint air of flirting. "How lovely to see you!" She tilted her head upwards, lips slightly parted.
"And you, 'star," he replied, kissing her cheek. She looked disappointed.
"She's waiting for you," she told him, a little more coldly, "go straight on in."
Greenleaf walked through the padded doorway, ignoring the longing gaze directed his way by Miss Evenstar. Inside the sparsely decorated office, G was waiting.
G, head of the Middle Earth Secret Service, MESS, was better known to the rest of Middle Earth as Galadriel, lady of Lothlorien. She was tall and elegant, with long blond hair. She stood behind her desk, attired in a long white dress. Gesturing to a chair for Greenleaf, she sat herself. She picked up a file and handed it to him.
"We're sending you after Saruman," she said, as he flicked through the file, "we need that ring that he stole from the hobbit."
"Is it the ring?" Greenleaf asked. "The one that went missing years ago?"
"All our information seems to point that way. Saruman must not be allowed to use it. Middle Earth could be destroyed."
Greenleaf raised an eyebrow coolly. "And you want me to retrieve it?" he asked, frowning. He knew that Saruman was not an easy opponent.
"Yes. You're the only agent we have in the area capable of this mission, Legolas."
"Will I be alone?"
"At first. I'm hoping that one of Elrond's operatives should be able to join you later. Go on now, U has some gadgets for you downstairs, and all the information is in that file.
"Oh, and Legolas," she added as he paused in the doorway, "be careful."
His answer was a charming smile and a toss of the hair.
Greenleaf made his way down through the trees of Lothlorien, thoughts on the mission before him. Saruman was a powerful wizard, who until recently had claimed to be on the side of the MESS. In the last year though, information had been received to imply that his sympathies lay elsewhere. His stronghold of Isengard was being fortified extremely heavily. There were rumours that he was mustering his own army, though it was unsure of where from.
There were even mutterings that he had become allied with the shadowy head of crime from the East, known only as Sauron. The crime lord was much feared and his shadow spread far. He had the insignia of a single red eye, a device that was being found more and more frequently.
The ring that Saruman had stolen, though insignificant looking, had the potential to allow Sauron to take over Middle Earth. It was the final piece needed to complete his plans, according to the rather sketchy spy reports received by MESS. Its retrieval was essential, and this was the task entrusted to Greenleaf.
He reached the rooms used by U, the elderly wizard who came up with all the items used by MESS agents. The venerable man was Gandalf, and he would, when not tinkering in his laboratory, travel widely, gathering information useful to the service. His genius for inventing gadgets was unparalleled.
Greenleaf walked past two Elves testing a complicated-looking crossbow. Standing behind a screen, they triggered the weapon. Bolts shot out in all directions, destroying the dummies that were carefully placed around the enclosed area. Other Elves were experimenting with concealed weapons: a knife to be hidden in a braid of hair, a collapsible crossbow for concealing up a sleeve.
U was bent over a tunic, inserting wires along the seams and trying not to tangle them in his beard. He stood up straight as Greenleaf walked up.
"Ah, 0011," he said, bustling over, "G told me about your assignment. I've got a few things you may find useful."
He hurried down another corridor, Greenleaf following closely behind. U led the secret agent into a small room on one side, in which were several bows and quivers, neatly laid on racks around the room. He fussed around, finding the right bow. Finally, he pulled down a fairly large one.
"Here you are," he said, handing it to Greenleaf, "it's a Lorien Elf-hair. It's far better than that old Mirkwood 58 of yours; a longer range and much more power. These are your arrows," he continued, passing across a handsome quiver of arrows.
Greenleaf weighed the bow in his hand, pleased with the light yet substantial wood. Laying an arrow on it smoothly, he sighted along the shaft. U clicked his tongue and pushed the point down. "Put that away," he ordered, "and follow me."
He led Greenleaf down more corridors, which twisted and turned until they reached the stables. U strode past the stalls.
"Now pay attention, 0011," he said, "we've got the latest horse in stock for you. He's called Shadowfax."
He opened the stall door, revealing a tall white horse standing proudly. Greenleaf stepped into the stall to get a closer look. He glanced admiringly at the stallion, patting his neck. Shadowfax pushed his nose into the Elf's shoulder.
"He's got all the most recent updates in horse training, and I'm sure you'll get on fine. But, 0011," he warned, and a pained expression crossed his face, "do look after him."
"Don't I always?" Greenleaf said, an easy smile on his lips.
U shook his head. "Remember that last mare I sent you out with? She wouldn't leave the stable for months!"
"She was fine afterwards. It wasn't my fault I had to fight off Wargs," Greenleaf answered, leaving the stall. U merely tutted through his beard.
Greenleaf made his way back to his rooms to pack his bags. He liked the sound of his assignment. It sounded like a challenge, one that Greenleaf welcomed. His jobs had been rather humdrum of late, attending soirees and filing paperwork. Hopefully this would prove somewhat more exciting.
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Disclaimer: Legolas Greenleaf and associated characters belong to JRR Tolkien. Legolas' appearance belongs to Orlando Bloom in a wig. The James Bond comcept was created by Ian Fleming. A few odd characters and moments belong elsewhere.
Author's Notes: This chapter I have tried to make very Bondian. I'm afraid there's not much action, but the plot's got to come through somewhere. Oh, and 0011? Well, '11' is 'elf' in German.
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Chapter 2: Meeting With G
A few days later, Greenleaf was in Lothlorien, strolling through the headquarters of the Middle Earth Secret Service. His head had healed, and the only evidence of his encounter with Saruman was the white bandage on his wrist. His face was impassive, as emotionless as his job called for it to be. He looked like most of the other Elves in Lorien, but with an icy handsomeness of his own. His golden hair, long and elegant, betrayed his different origins, braided as it was in the traditional Mirkwood style of three braids. His eyes were cold blue.
He entered the office of Miss Evenstar, secretary to G. She looked up as he walked in, surreptitiously adjusting her dress as he turned to hang his bow and quiver on the stand in the corner. She was pretty in an enduring sort of way.
"Legolas!" she said, with a faint air of flirting. "How lovely to see you!" She tilted her head upwards, lips slightly parted.
"And you, 'star," he replied, kissing her cheek. She looked disappointed.
"She's waiting for you," she told him, a little more coldly, "go straight on in."
Greenleaf walked through the padded doorway, ignoring the longing gaze directed his way by Miss Evenstar. Inside the sparsely decorated office, G was waiting.
G, head of the Middle Earth Secret Service, MESS, was better known to the rest of Middle Earth as Galadriel, lady of Lothlorien. She was tall and elegant, with long blond hair. She stood behind her desk, attired in a long white dress. Gesturing to a chair for Greenleaf, she sat herself. She picked up a file and handed it to him.
"We're sending you after Saruman," she said, as he flicked through the file, "we need that ring that he stole from the hobbit."
"Is it the ring?" Greenleaf asked. "The one that went missing years ago?"
"All our information seems to point that way. Saruman must not be allowed to use it. Middle Earth could be destroyed."
Greenleaf raised an eyebrow coolly. "And you want me to retrieve it?" he asked, frowning. He knew that Saruman was not an easy opponent.
"Yes. You're the only agent we have in the area capable of this mission, Legolas."
"Will I be alone?"
"At first. I'm hoping that one of Elrond's operatives should be able to join you later. Go on now, U has some gadgets for you downstairs, and all the information is in that file.
"Oh, and Legolas," she added as he paused in the doorway, "be careful."
His answer was a charming smile and a toss of the hair.
Greenleaf made his way down through the trees of Lothlorien, thoughts on the mission before him. Saruman was a powerful wizard, who until recently had claimed to be on the side of the MESS. In the last year though, information had been received to imply that his sympathies lay elsewhere. His stronghold of Isengard was being fortified extremely heavily. There were rumours that he was mustering his own army, though it was unsure of where from.
There were even mutterings that he had become allied with the shadowy head of crime from the East, known only as Sauron. The crime lord was much feared and his shadow spread far. He had the insignia of a single red eye, a device that was being found more and more frequently.
The ring that Saruman had stolen, though insignificant looking, had the potential to allow Sauron to take over Middle Earth. It was the final piece needed to complete his plans, according to the rather sketchy spy reports received by MESS. Its retrieval was essential, and this was the task entrusted to Greenleaf.
He reached the rooms used by U, the elderly wizard who came up with all the items used by MESS agents. The venerable man was Gandalf, and he would, when not tinkering in his laboratory, travel widely, gathering information useful to the service. His genius for inventing gadgets was unparalleled.
Greenleaf walked past two Elves testing a complicated-looking crossbow. Standing behind a screen, they triggered the weapon. Bolts shot out in all directions, destroying the dummies that were carefully placed around the enclosed area. Other Elves were experimenting with concealed weapons: a knife to be hidden in a braid of hair, a collapsible crossbow for concealing up a sleeve.
U was bent over a tunic, inserting wires along the seams and trying not to tangle them in his beard. He stood up straight as Greenleaf walked up.
"Ah, 0011," he said, bustling over, "G told me about your assignment. I've got a few things you may find useful."
He hurried down another corridor, Greenleaf following closely behind. U led the secret agent into a small room on one side, in which were several bows and quivers, neatly laid on racks around the room. He fussed around, finding the right bow. Finally, he pulled down a fairly large one.
"Here you are," he said, handing it to Greenleaf, "it's a Lorien Elf-hair. It's far better than that old Mirkwood 58 of yours; a longer range and much more power. These are your arrows," he continued, passing across a handsome quiver of arrows.
Greenleaf weighed the bow in his hand, pleased with the light yet substantial wood. Laying an arrow on it smoothly, he sighted along the shaft. U clicked his tongue and pushed the point down. "Put that away," he ordered, "and follow me."
He led Greenleaf down more corridors, which twisted and turned until they reached the stables. U strode past the stalls.
"Now pay attention, 0011," he said, "we've got the latest horse in stock for you. He's called Shadowfax."
He opened the stall door, revealing a tall white horse standing proudly. Greenleaf stepped into the stall to get a closer look. He glanced admiringly at the stallion, patting his neck. Shadowfax pushed his nose into the Elf's shoulder.
"He's got all the most recent updates in horse training, and I'm sure you'll get on fine. But, 0011," he warned, and a pained expression crossed his face, "do look after him."
"Don't I always?" Greenleaf said, an easy smile on his lips.
U shook his head. "Remember that last mare I sent you out with? She wouldn't leave the stable for months!"
"She was fine afterwards. It wasn't my fault I had to fight off Wargs," Greenleaf answered, leaving the stall. U merely tutted through his beard.
Greenleaf made his way back to his rooms to pack his bags. He liked the sound of his assignment. It sounded like a challenge, one that Greenleaf welcomed. His jobs had been rather humdrum of late, attending soirees and filing paperwork. Hopefully this would prove somewhat more exciting.
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