Hey, this is my first LOTR fic, so Please don't yell at me for any mistakes. None of my friends are volunteering to help.

Disclaimer: I own nothing but the characters I make

To Annoy The Prince

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"AH!" I yelled as an orc came out of no where to start chasing me. My long Blonde hair swaying behind me.

"OO! Pretty little girly......... yes you'll be delicious!" The orc said catching up on me.

"Please.........don't hurt me......... I DON'T TASTE GOOD!!!" I screamed at the hideous creature chasing me.

"I'll be the judge of that!" He said slowing down starting to gasp for breath.

I ran through the woods of Mirkwood, I noticed pointy object where flying past me.

"STOP THAT YOU MIGHT HIT ME!!!"

"That's the point," The mutated orc yelled back, pulling out a dagger.

"AH!" I screamed as the dagger stabbed right through my shoulder, on the left side. I fell to the ground with pain. Blood began to spill from my shoulder.

The orc approached me. "Yum......... your going to be delicious......... I haven't eaten meat like you for days."

I tried to reach for the dagger that stuck out in back but I couldn't reach it. Pain came over me. I couldn't even get my hand over my shoulder with out a jolt of pain.

The orc began to look at my body. "AH! I don't know which part to eat first!" it yelled in frustration.

"EAT THIS!" I screamed kicking the orc in the privital area.

The orc fell to his knees.

"AH! WENCH!"

As he fell a whoosh of stench made a blanket over me.

"EW! Take a bath......... ever hear the word?" I asked holding my breath with disgust.

The orc's eye began to twitch.

"I'll eat your heart, so you can WATCH me eat you!" the orc yelled as he opened his mouth wide to bite into my chest.

Then all of a sudden a noise like something shooting through the air echoed behind the orc, and before the orc could make contact with my flesh, he was dead.

It's head fell onto my stomach.

"EW!" I screamed pushing the corpse off of me. I looked at it, and an arrow was protruding out of his head.

"AH!" I screamed as a tall figure with blonde shiny hair, blue shimmering eyes, and wood green tunic walked up to me.

"What is your business here in Mirkwood?" he asked holding a bow and quiver at my face.

"I......... I ........." I couldn't finish, I was losing too much blood. I couldn't feel my limbs but I felt the figure pick me up.

I opened my eyes to see that I wasn't in the woods anymore. I was in a room, in a big comfortable bed. That's all I saw it hurt to move. I tried to sit up then a jolt of pain came into my shoulder.

"Oh yeah........." I said to myself because I had forgotten about the nasty orc incident.

All of a sudden a man in armor walked in.

"Your awake. Good." the man said, "I'll go tell the king, he wanted to see you."

The man turned to walk out.

"Wait........." I interrupted, the man turned to look at me, "where am I?" "Your in the palace of King Thranduil," the man replied then walked out shutting the door behind him.

"Oh........." I said to myself.

I slowly got up, holding in the scream from the pain, and noticed that I was in a dress. A night gown dress. My green tunic and pants where no where in sight.

"AH!" I yelled as I looked at myself.

In ran the elf I had seen when I had been stabbed, the elf who had apparently saved my life.

"Are you alright?" he asked looking at me to see that I was seconds away from ripping my cloths off.

"I'm sorry, am I interrupting something?" he asked inspecting my body.

"Why am I wearing this HIDEOUS thing?" I said squeezing the soft sink between my fingers.

"Your cloths where covered in blood, we didn't want to stain the bed," he said pointing to the huge bed that I once lied in.

I looked at my body not a blood spot, nor dirt in sight. "I'm.........clean." I looked up at him, "YOU DIDN'T CLEAN ME DID YOU?!"

"NO! Um......... I mean, one of the maids had bathed you. You were......... unsuitable." the elf replied with a look of curiosity on his face.

It looked like he was thinking really hard about something.

"Why didn't you leave me there? To die of course, I was trespassing wasn't I?" I asked.

The tall elf walked up to me.

"You may have been trespassing, but the king had ordered me to kill anything that doesn't belong.........but you seemed like you did......... you looked somewhat familiar. I swear I've seen you before." He said in inspecting my face with curiosity.

"Um.......... I never came here before......... I don't think......... I can't remember anything,"

"That's odd," he mentioned to himself.

I looked out in the distance, drifting away from my surrounding world, trying to think. I couldn't remember a thought. Nothing, my mind was a blank......... but it was always a blank, so what was I worrying about.

"Who are you?" I asked the male figure before me, after I finally flashed out of my little world.

"I am Legolas Greenleaf, son of King Thranduil." he replied straitening his body.

"Oh.........my name is.........um........."

"Isilme," a figure had answered for me as he walked through the door.

He was tall and had grey hair. He wore all grey and had a staff.

"Isilme? Ah, yes.......... that was it. Thank you.........um.........." I didn't remember meeting this tall figure.

"Have I met you before?" I asked.

"I am Gandalf the Grey, may I speak to you outside?" Gandalf the Grey asked as he put his long arm around me and showed me out the door.

Legolas just followed me with his eyes.

"We've been waiting for you, you took longer than expected." The grey man said guiding me into a room, with a man in a thrown.

"But how.........? I've never........." I didn't finish, what was I to say.