Disclaimer: I own myself. That's good enough for me ;)
Author's Note: I swear! The real plot will resurface! Eventually.... A small moment of this chapter is dedicated to this review...*Kate 2003-04-13 18
Anonymous Oi, could you have somebody
make him dye his hair blood-red? please, nobody would ever believe this.
Sticks out tongue for no reason. Sorry, on a high.* So...yeah....Read and enjoy!
"Hello?" Legolas called into the endless blackness of the forest. Only the furry woodland creatures looked up. "Where is Hyper-Hearing-Haldir when I need him?....lousy detective....," Legolas groaned and kept walking into the darkness.
Half and hour later the endless blackness had turned into endless dark grayness. Legolas sat down on a log and sighed. The trees were a dull gray, the grass a slightly darker dull gray, and the sky was a very blackish dull gray. He looked around in disgust, then stood up and began to walk again. A lonely bird of prey circled overhead and slowly followed its new target.
15 minutes later the dark grayness became light grayness with a hint of minty freshness. (Also known as green.) The bird of prey circled as Legolas sat down once more. After six and a half circles the bird of prey dove with astounding velocity. (Mainly because it wasn't carrying a coconut.) Furry woodland creatures scattered around Legolas. The bird of prey dove faster. Faster. Faster. It hit its target and immediately died.
Legolas, who had been oblivious to this, suddenly fell to the ground. He felt like he had a very heavy weight on his head. This was not normal, so he felt around on his head for what could have caused this sudden weight.
Within a few seconds, he found a bird of prey that had impaled itself on the sharp spikey rock that Legolas now called hair. Legolas plucked the bird out of his hair and went to a nearby pond.
He looked in and saw his reflection. None of his spikes had been damaged, though some now had red tips. "This could be a new style...blonde with red tips...or maybe all red...," he thought aloud. Then seeing the feathers still in his hair, he decided that though it looked cool, he would still wash his head. He dunked it in the water for a few seconds, then washed his hands. He looked back in the pond. His hair was still in perfect spikes.
"Note to self," he muttered, walking back to where the bird and his bags were, "don't mix super glue and hair gel again."
Legolas picked up the bird and his bags and continued walking.
Within another 15 minutes, Legolas began to see the true colors of things illuminated by the sun's rays.
5 minutes later, he reached the edge of the forest and saw a small house.
"Hello! Is this the Lira residence?" He called, running up to it.
An elvish woman walked out of the house. "Yes. May I help you?"
"Um...yeah. I'm here to see Ankara," Legolas began.
"Oh! You're her friend! So nice to finally meet you. Ankara's told us so much about you! Now your name is...?"
"Legolas."
"Ah, yes. The prince. It's so nice to see someone from the other parts of the forest once in a while!" She looked to Legolas' hand quickly. "What's that, dear?"
"Oh," Legolas paused. "I, er, was practicing some...archery in the woods. I thought you might like it for dinner or something..."
"How...sweet. I'm sure it will taste great on the rotisserie," Mrs. Lira said with a skeptical, yet nonetheless warm smile. And with that, Legolas was ushered inside.
