1stA/n: I've decided this is going to be a fairly longer chapter (considering my others) I hope you like it.
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Waking up the next morning, Legolas thought about exploring the workshop. Perhaps he'd find some answers to his questions...
As he was looking for his clothes he found they were gone, but burgundy slacks and a forest green sweater was slung over a chair. Putting them on he felt very silly but was glad the warm sweater was not itchy as some cloaks or shirts were. Walking out of the room he hit his head on the "Human" door (thinking he pushed opened the entire door).
Looking over the door he found the odd doorknob which was near his thigh, before thinking this was an absurd place to put a doorknob he remembered the hobbits. Turning the handle once a very small door opened, he closed it. He turned the handle a different way and a door the size of a eight year old opened, he closed that one. 'Okay I turned it to the left, a child size door opened. I turned it to the right a smaller opened.... now what? Do I go through the second smallest door?' he asked himself. He squatted down again to investigate the handle again when the smallest door opened making him to fall over. The culprit looked around and saw Legolas on the floor, she quickly apologized and tried to help him up.
"Thank-you." he said after brushing himself off. "Could you explain how to open this door?"
"You turn the handle." Diana said ruthlessly.
"I tried that." Legolas said.
"Have you tried jiggling it twice to the left and turn it once to the right?" she asked.
"No." he said, but tried it.
The human sized door opened with ease letting Legolas pass through, he said thank-you once more before going off.
"Breakfast is in the kitchen for you." Diana said to his back. "Also those clothes don't look half bad on you!" she added.
Legolas weaved himself to the kitchen with some help from the hobbits.
"Ooh good morning, you must be the new elf everyone is talking about!" a chubby smaller hobbit said.
Legolas looked around in confusion.
"So what do you want to have for breakky?"
Legolas raised a questionable eyebrow, "Um do you have anything light?" he asked looking around the kitchen.
"Light?" the Hobbit looked around, "Um well we have: candy, candy cane, candy corn, and syrup...."
A taller hobbit came in with a pan of biscuits, "Good morning." he smiled. "New Elf, right?"
"Yes."
"Robert, he is an elf, not a hybrid elf, go help the gingerbread team." the bigger hobbit pushed the smaller one out with a scowl. "Alright, hi I am Justin, your chef this morning."
Legolas looked around the kitchen again waiting for something or someone to just bring him out of this nightmare.
"Did I hear that you wanted a light breakfast?"
Legolas nodded slowly.
"Hmm... milk, oranges, and waffles?" he asked, getting the ingredients.
"Waffles?" Legolas said questionably.
"Pancakes?"
"Pardon?"
"What about biscuits?"
"No, thank you."
"You sure?.... Crepes?"
"Huh?"
"Bubbat?"
"...........?"
"Muffin? Okay no Carbs. .......... Eggs?"
"Sure."
"Good, we got somewhere. So scrambled, poached, fried, boiled, or omelet?"
"Um boiled? If that's okay."
"No problem, you can watch at the counter or go ask Lily for a seat at a table."
Legolas sat at the counter to watch, he almost never got to watch what was made in a kitchen. After eating his breakfast he began to wander freely in awe at what these enslaved hobbits could do.
Some younger hobbits followed Legolas curiously, making him turn around once in awhile.
One very little girl walked up shyly and looked up, "Is it true you come from the woods?!"
Legolas looked down and couldn't help but smile, "Yes it is true."
"Neat." the girl giggled and ran off with some of her friends.
What was left was about five young boys, "Hey dude, have you ever played football?"
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Legolas had a green and silver toque, scarf, and parka on while being given the down plan of the game at hand.
"Thirty-eight, twenty-two, hut!" one of the boys said and passed the ball between his legs to Legolas.
Legolas threw it to a kid that he was positive was one of his team mates. The child caught it and ran to the end zone without getting tackled. Near the fifth game, one of the taller male hobbits walked out onto the porch.
"Legolas Greenleaf, I'd like to speak to you!" he called out.
Legolas stopped two kids hanging off one of his arms. They fell off, and Legolas followed the taller hobbit.
"Mr. Greenleaf, my name is Bernard. I see you are getting along with the younger elves..." he let a smile slip. "Alright Harold seemed quite angry about talking to you today so he passed the job onto me. Any complaints?"
Legolas shook his head.
"Good, now I suppose the task of convincing you we are elves as well, will be the first task." he said walking quite fast. "But then again Christmas is in one week!" he started to mumble to himself.
They walked into a room, and Bernard closed the door quite hard.
"Now what is so hard to believe that we are elves as well?"
"I do not know how to explain." Legolas said.
"How come you think you are an elf, or should I say somehow better then us?"
"I do not know that either, I also do not think I am any better then you are. Even though you live and act like hobbits." he tried to explain.
"Hobbits?" Bernard looked intrigued.
Legolas shook his head "yes".
"You mean those story book characters that are coming back, retro style? Well we just found where you came from then!" he rubbed his hands together in triumph.
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Waking up the next morning, Legolas thought about exploring the workshop. Perhaps he'd find some answers to his questions...
As he was looking for his clothes he found they were gone, but burgundy slacks and a forest green sweater was slung over a chair. Putting them on he felt very silly but was glad the warm sweater was not itchy as some cloaks or shirts were. Walking out of the room he hit his head on the "Human" door (thinking he pushed opened the entire door).
Looking over the door he found the odd doorknob which was near his thigh, before thinking this was an absurd place to put a doorknob he remembered the hobbits. Turning the handle once a very small door opened, he closed it. He turned the handle a different way and a door the size of a eight year old opened, he closed that one. 'Okay I turned it to the left, a child size door opened. I turned it to the right a smaller opened.... now what? Do I go through the second smallest door?' he asked himself. He squatted down again to investigate the handle again when the smallest door opened making him to fall over. The culprit looked around and saw Legolas on the floor, she quickly apologized and tried to help him up.
"Thank-you." he said after brushing himself off. "Could you explain how to open this door?"
"You turn the handle." Diana said ruthlessly.
"I tried that." Legolas said.
"Have you tried jiggling it twice to the left and turn it once to the right?" she asked.
"No." he said, but tried it.
The human sized door opened with ease letting Legolas pass through, he said thank-you once more before going off.
"Breakfast is in the kitchen for you." Diana said to his back. "Also those clothes don't look half bad on you!" she added.
Legolas weaved himself to the kitchen with some help from the hobbits.
"Ooh good morning, you must be the new elf everyone is talking about!" a chubby smaller hobbit said.
Legolas looked around in confusion.
"So what do you want to have for breakky?"
Legolas raised a questionable eyebrow, "Um do you have anything light?" he asked looking around the kitchen.
"Light?" the Hobbit looked around, "Um well we have: candy, candy cane, candy corn, and syrup...."
A taller hobbit came in with a pan of biscuits, "Good morning." he smiled. "New Elf, right?"
"Yes."
"Robert, he is an elf, not a hybrid elf, go help the gingerbread team." the bigger hobbit pushed the smaller one out with a scowl. "Alright, hi I am Justin, your chef this morning."
Legolas looked around the kitchen again waiting for something or someone to just bring him out of this nightmare.
"Did I hear that you wanted a light breakfast?"
Legolas nodded slowly.
"Hmm... milk, oranges, and waffles?" he asked, getting the ingredients.
"Waffles?" Legolas said questionably.
"Pancakes?"
"Pardon?"
"What about biscuits?"
"No, thank you."
"You sure?.... Crepes?"
"Huh?"
"Bubbat?"
"...........?"
"Muffin? Okay no Carbs. .......... Eggs?"
"Sure."
"Good, we got somewhere. So scrambled, poached, fried, boiled, or omelet?"
"Um boiled? If that's okay."
"No problem, you can watch at the counter or go ask Lily for a seat at a table."
Legolas sat at the counter to watch, he almost never got to watch what was made in a kitchen. After eating his breakfast he began to wander freely in awe at what these enslaved hobbits could do.
Some younger hobbits followed Legolas curiously, making him turn around once in awhile.
One very little girl walked up shyly and looked up, "Is it true you come from the woods?!"
Legolas looked down and couldn't help but smile, "Yes it is true."
"Neat." the girl giggled and ran off with some of her friends.
What was left was about five young boys, "Hey dude, have you ever played football?"
*
Legolas had a green and silver toque, scarf, and parka on while being given the down plan of the game at hand.
"Thirty-eight, twenty-two, hut!" one of the boys said and passed the ball between his legs to Legolas.
Legolas threw it to a kid that he was positive was one of his team mates. The child caught it and ran to the end zone without getting tackled. Near the fifth game, one of the taller male hobbits walked out onto the porch.
"Legolas Greenleaf, I'd like to speak to you!" he called out.
Legolas stopped two kids hanging off one of his arms. They fell off, and Legolas followed the taller hobbit.
"Mr. Greenleaf, my name is Bernard. I see you are getting along with the younger elves..." he let a smile slip. "Alright Harold seemed quite angry about talking to you today so he passed the job onto me. Any complaints?"
Legolas shook his head.
"Good, now I suppose the task of convincing you we are elves as well, will be the first task." he said walking quite fast. "But then again Christmas is in one week!" he started to mumble to himself.
They walked into a room, and Bernard closed the door quite hard.
"Now what is so hard to believe that we are elves as well?"
"I do not know how to explain." Legolas said.
"How come you think you are an elf, or should I say somehow better then us?"
"I do not know that either, I also do not think I am any better then you are. Even though you live and act like hobbits." he tried to explain.
"Hobbits?" Bernard looked intrigued.
Legolas shook his head "yes".
"You mean those story book characters that are coming back, retro style? Well we just found where you came from then!" he rubbed his hands together in triumph.