All my other Lotr stories were based solely on The Hobbit, the second movie and chatter from friends. Having finally finished reading the first book, this story actually has something to do with the Lord of the Rings. That said, I'll let you be the judge on its quality.
Warning: this defies (almost) everything Tolkien wrote so major Tolkien fans might want to avoid this. Actually, if you are a true Tolkien fan, then this might be an interesting insight into what could have been. If you want to be a Tolkien know it all, but have never been able to get more than a few pages into the book, here is a place where you can get all the facts and all the entertainment, but from a slightly different perspective. Considering book two of the fellowship has almost 300 pages, it doesn't have very many exciting parts in it, and if you're like me, somebody before you has ripped out bits of the exciting bits leaving you with hardly any satisfaction at all.
You might also want to read Legolas's Magical Hat/Shoe/Breeches as a lot of "history" is contained there.
Anyway, happy reading!
Legolas's Magical JourneyChapter One
It was all dark. From the sound of light breathing, Mary Jane could tell that young Elizabeth was fast asleep. This was her chance. Quietly, she crawled out from under the bed. She glanced Elizabeth's clock. It was 3 AM, all in good time.
Suddenly, a loud noise shrieked from the kitchen. The cat was raiding the fridge again. Mary Jane looked up, holding her breath. Elizabeth did not stir. Exhaling, Mary Jane slowly edged the door open – Elizabeth had not remembered to "click" the door that night.
She crept along the wall and came to the top stairs. Oh boy, thought Mary Jane, the stairs. Closing her eyes, Mary Jane lunged forward and dived down the stairs. When she opened her eyes again, she was looking at the front door. She easily covered the distance to the door.
So far so good.
It was closed. Rats, she thought, now how am I going to get out? Stupid old fashioned people who just had to live in a Victorian house with no cat flap.
She looked up at the night sky through the stained glass and groaned. There was only one way to get out – through the window.
Mary Jane wandered around the first floor, checking for open windows. She found none. Her beautiful mood was ruined when she realised that the only open windows were probably in Elizabeth's room.
Reluctantly, Mary Jane turned around and braced herself for the long climb to the top. As much as she hated Elizabeth, she could not help feeling bitterly grateful for all those times she had been carried up the stairs.
By the time she had reached the top of the stairs, Mary Jane was missing Elizabeth. But what had to be done, had to be done and quietly, Mary Jane crept back inside Elizabeth's room.
The window was open. Mary Jane climbed up onto the desk and peered out the window. Traces of dawn could be seen. She glanced at the clock. It was now five thirty.
Mary Jane had one last look at the sleeping girl. She looked so sweet when she was asleep, so unlike the loud, rowdy, disobedient monster she became when awake. As Mary Jane stepped onto the ledge, she had no regrets. She was sick of being dressed up with sickly green racing car patterned socks. On rare occasions when she was actually dressed with frilly white socks, she'd be dragged through the mud. It took days to get clean again.
Taking a deep breath, Mary Jane calculated her landing position and plunged toward the ground.
CRUNCH!
She had landed in the middle of Elizabeth's mother's favourite rose bush. Struggling, Mary Jane wedged her way out of the plant and bounced down the street. She reached the park and climbed onto the edge of the fountain.
Peering into the water, she noticed scratches all over her once shiny black coat. Ah well, she thought, at least now I'm free.
Feeling suddenly on top of the world, Mary Jane jumped into the fountain and splashed around. She did not realise she was slowly sinking.
***
Legolas was hurriedly running away. He didn't know how many guards his father had sent after him, or whether any guards had been sent at all. It was hard to tell if Thranduil felt like locking Legolas up or if he wanted to kick Legolas out.
Legolas didn't wait around to find out. He ran clumsily through the forest for several days, neither stopping for rest nor eating. By the time he'd escaped Mirkwood, he was a tragic mess out in the open. He found a nice grassy area behind a rock and there he lay for three days straight, not stirring once.
After this "nap", Legolas felt much more alive and started moving again. Now that he was out of reach from his father, he had no idea where he was going to go. The only living things he'd made contact to in the last few decades were Gollum, Flipper, and Fang, and they all lived in Mirkwood.
Legolas paced up and down. After two days he still had no idea where to go. He sat down in despair at the thought of returning to Thranduil.
Suddenly, a puddle emerged in front of him. Legolas jumped up, alarmed. It was not raining that day, so the water must've come from elsewhere. Legolas feared he had wet himself and cried in dismay.
However, as the puddle grew bigger, Legolas became doubtful. Surely he didn't have that much in his bladder? The puddle grew and grew. Legolas was now getting anxious. Water in amounts that big didn't just appear without a reason.
Then, almost instantly, the water disappeared. Legolas stared. There, in the middle of where that huge puddle had been sat the most beautiful thing he'd ever seen. Legolas approached her to get a better look. She was black and shiny with a pretty silver buckle. She was smiling at him.
Legolas blushed happily. "Hello!" he cried.
"Hi," said the shoe, "I seem to be lost. Can you tell me where I am?"
Legolas giggled a bit, till he realised she was speaking to him. "Oh, yeah, um…we're somewhere along the Great River."
The shoe looked thoughtful. "Where are you going?" she asked.
Legolas thought for a while. He really wanted to impress her, so he pulled out the first thing that came to his head. "Rivendell."
Then, realising that the edges of Mirkwood were still in view, he hastily picked her up and headed westward.
An exciting adventure is about to begin. Either that or complete stupidity.