Chapter 1.

Hello all, my name is Annabeth Hall, better known to some of you as A.E. Hall. I hold myself as a Tolkien fan, but when a certain elf fell into my lap while I was sitting at the computer last night, I could not believe it. I mean I'm human, and I admit Orlando Bloom is really hot, but an actual elf, you guys have no idea how much better looking the real Legolas is.

So for a few clarifications, the real Legolas has honey blonde hair that falls slightly beneath his shoulders and leaf-green eyes, (hence the name Greenleaf, it's a genetic thing), he is much more solemn than some would like to believe and when he fell into my lap he quickly rose and started to threaten me in Sindarin. I was a bit alarmed but quickly pulled up my handy dandy Sindarin translator and got right to work translating… This is how the conversation went…

Legolas: "Who are you? What have you done with my companion the dwarf, Gimli? He is a valiant friend, and if I find you have hurt him there will be dire consequences."

Me: "I am a mad cow… oh wait, sorry ignore that bit, um… Me good, you come from Arda across halls of time."

Legolas: Looks at me strangely, "Where am I?"

Needless to say, explaining to an elf that he has traversed time and space in some strange event and has been transported to our world is harder than it sounds, especially when you have a limited knowledge of said elf's language. Eventually though I was able to make him understand that he was now in a different world. Being and elf, and therefore extremely intelligent he was quickly enamored with my computer. Hey it gave him something to do without accusing me of being a servant of Morgoth, give me a break!

Anyway, after quickly setting my computer to the Sindarin setting (don't ask me where I got it, the black market is pretty sensitive about what you say about their merchandise) Legolas… sorry Prince Legolas (he's a little sensitive about his title with commoners) explored my favorites list on the internet and soon found the website…

Needless to say, he was glued to the computer for hours… and when he found how many stories were written about him he was quite flattered, however… He was not so happy about said stories and soon I was sitting precariously with his knife (not knives, turns out he only has one… who would of thunk… except maybe the people who read the books…) at my throat and rather unflattering remarks being aimed towards me.

I quickly explained to him that I don't write those stories in fact I leave off even reading any one's with him in it, there is just so much junk to filter through these days. He narrowed his eyes and took his knife away cautiously as if waiting for me to turn into an orc and try and run away.

The next couple hours were composed of him sitting mindlessly, reading fic after fic that had his name in it and his jaw tightening ever so slightly as he clicked each link. It was very silent and very cold. After about the 280'th fic (turns out elves read really, really fast) he turned quietly and shut off the computer.

"And so we saved the world, only to be immortalized in this filth? The ring is destroyed and yet the evil remains, this is how Mithrandir said it would be. But none of us could have foreseen this evil, is there more? Are there others? Do they defame the king Aragorn? The brave Boromir? The joyous hobbits who toiled so long to destroy evil? Are there any that commit blasphemy against Ilùvatar, blessed be his name, or Varda, beloved of the firstborn? Tis and evil fate that man has come to this, that they have been saved to turn and thank us with this foul craft of Morgoth," he concluded his jaw set, his gaze burning me in its sorrow.

"You don't understand, not all writers are like this, the truth is teenage girls, well any girls for that matter like the thought of someone liking them. And most of them think you were probably the cutest member of the fellowship."

"Cute?"

"Ya, uh hot, good-looking, you know attractive."

"All of my kind are made for the glory of Ilùvatar, it his craftsmanship that is beautiful not ourselves."

"I have an idea…" I answered and quickly opened Microsoft word.


Note: Hello all, I hope you are enjoying this little story I've written! I wanted to make a quick note here and tell you all I am quite aware that elves would not be able to type. Also… I don't talk like I will portray myself in the next chapters. In fact I am portraying myself more to conflict with Legolas' character and dialogue. If I wrote what I would really sound like then there would be little amusement in the following chapters. Thank you so much for your time! I hope you enjoy the rest.