Even If You Were The Last Person On Earth

By Colorain

Disclaimer: Have I mentioned enough that Legolas isn't mine? Susan is, though, and stuff. How fun! And I know that I haven't had anything up in . . . fourish months but I'm sorry! It's just really hard because there are two Norolinde's now and they're really different and I got so used to writing the other one that I forgot how to write this one. But I think I got her back, and I'm inspired again so maybe there will be more constant updates? Yay?

"We need to move." Legolas spoke firmly, and Susan looked at him in despair.

"What do you mean we need to move? If we're not on my Earth and we're not in your Middle-earth, then how is moving going to help? I fell here. Here is the only place I know right now! Maybe I can get home from here!" Even as she said them, the words rang hollow in her ears. She didn't know what she was doing.

"If you're lost you're not supposed to move so someone can find you," she added sullenly and sat on a convenient rock.

Legolas suddenly stopped dead in his tracks and stood stiffly with his face to the wind. Susan widened her eyes. Was something wrong? Why was he standing like that?

"I should have known," he muttered darkly and began to pace again. Susan watched for all of two seconds before she snapped.

"Stop that!" she yelled, jumping to her feet. As the tall blond man . . . elf turned towards her, she took a step back in fear, forgetting the rock behind her. The world suddenly tilted on its axis and she stared at the sky in disgust.

Legolas leaned over her. There was a small smile on his face as he extended a hand to help her up. "This is not funny." she growled at him. "Just because I have some intense difficulty staying on my feet does not mean you're going to get away with laughing at me."

"I did not call you Norolinde without reason. In my language, it means 'tripping lightly'. It is not meant to insult you, and I only smile because you let it bother you so."

Susan blinked. Tripping lightly? Nothing she did was dainty or light. "Why don't you just call me 'tripping heavily' and get on with it?" she scowled. Legolas' brow creased into a frown.

"If it bothers you, I will call you Susan." Susan shook her head vehemently. "No, Norolinde's alright. I guess. For now." Call me whatever you want, once we get out of this it's not like I'm going to see you again.

The man nodded silently and went back to looking around them. Something was obviously up, and it seemed she was too dumb to figure out what it was. Pressing her lips together, Susan tapped Legolas (although she would always think of him as Spock) lightly on the shoulder. "What's the matter?"

"You can't tell?" he replied, his voice faint and fading. Was he even paying attention to her?

"Nooooo, well, I guess I don't have those wonderful superhuman senses that you obviously seem to have." she answered, rolling her eyes. Oh, wait. That was BAD! Be good, Susan, why is it so hard for you to be good?

"Listen." She listened. She didn't hear anything. Oh, God.

"There's nothing else here, is there." she whispered. The wind danced through the trees but that was it. There weren't any insects, any animals. No birds. And, she was willing to bet, no people either.

I'm stuck with him, she thought, even as he said, "That's why we have to stick together."