A/n: *laugh to self* well um this chapter is going to be horribly off (by the books standers), considering that I've read the hobbit and the trilogy in grade seven and I do not own the books now (Gr. 10). So if anyone has any complaints or pointers PLEASE (I beg of you! *I like being correct) tell me in a review or flame and I'll fix them. Thanx.
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Santa was sitting in his chair having a nap when a knock on the door woke him up. 'Bah, it's too early.' he complained as he went to open the door.
"Oh hello Bernard!" he said in surprise.
"I've found out where Leggy comes from!"
Legolas gave a sharp glance at the hobbit.
"Oh really?" Santa sounded happy. "Wait a second, didn't I assign this to Harold?"
"He gave up, but it's okay this is working out."
"Alright, but where does Legolas belong?"
"You won't believe it, but he belongs in Middle earth!"
"Pardon me?!" Santa looked between the two elves, as did Legolas. "You mean to say that this elf comes from a book made by a man that died a long time ago, and now is a movie, and making everything be popular again, and one of the fictional characters is standing here right now?"
Bernard nodded smiling. Santa burst out laughing. The elves looked at each other before looking back at Santa. Laughing for a good few minutes, he stopped to wipe his tears away.
"We must get a emergency fairy tale meeting up and going soon then." Santa said waddling to the phone. "Why haven't I figured out this before?" he asked himself out loud.
While the phone was ringing he asked the elves to just sit back a relax while he got everything together.
"Hello Father Time, I'd like to arrange an emergency meeting." Santa said into the receiver.
"You mean like now or later?" came the garbled voice of the keeper of time.
"Now... Why?" Santa asked with worry in his voice.
"Nicholas, you know perfectly well that we had a meeting last month, and that Christmas is a very busy time of the year for all of us!" he said.
"I know Father, but it's REALLY important."
"Important enough to stop Christmas?"
"No but--"
"I am sorry Santa but you are going to have to wait until after Christmas, then we'll be able to make a schedule for this meeting."
"But but..." Santa attempted.
"I am sorry." Father Time said sadly. "I'll talk to you later, good bye."
The tone was ringing in Santa's ear.
Santa sighed, "What am I going to tell that boy?"
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A young sophisticated female elf was sitting beside Legolas with a huge heavy bounded book and a smaller bounded book.
"These two books are the main Middle earth collection that many cherish." she smiled. "For awhile now I wanted to get the updated versions but I love the original from Tolkien, anyway. Well if you are from Middle earth you won't mind me quizzing you, will you? You know to get which era you came from."
Legolas looked skeptical at this girl, but obliged.
"Great, you know being a one thousand six hundred seventeen year old bookworm really comes in handy when dealing with misconceptions like this. Not that you personally are one, Mr Greenleaf." she giggled, almost blushing. "Another thing, do you yourself read a lot?"
"Yes sometimes, I have a lot of time on my hands."
"I bet, being older then I am! Well from what the books say: your people are almost immortal like gods, don't die for nothing 'cept heart break and foul play of weapons." she rambled.
'Wow she's kinda good for a hobbit who doesn't know anything.' Legolas thought to himself. "What about you? Is your age old or young for your kind?"
"Who me?! I am pretty young, I've been working with Santa for a long time, as did many here. But do you know about the REALLY short elves?" she brought her voice down to a whisper.
The elf prince obliged and leaned his ear in, though he could hear just fine.
"They are leprechaun hybrids and they don't live as long." she smiled, done her secret. "They only live until about nine hundred. It's funny almost, 'cause they get old fast. Old people are funny." she giggled again.
Legolas had to chuckled with her, this was turning out to be an interesting conversation.
"Okay well back to the books. Do you remember Bilbo Baggins, or about seven dwarfs crossing your path in Mirkwood?"
"Not personally." Legolas said. "I heard about it..."
"The one ring coming back in power?"
"*What! Oh no I won't be able to warn anyone from here!*" he spoke quickly with worry in his voice.
"Oh I am sorry... I didn't mean it that way." she said, catching some of what he said.
He narrowed his eyes, "What did you mean, Leanne?"
"Well um erm, I don't want to say anything since you didn't know..." she faded off.
"It's not something taken lightly." he warned.
"I... I know that Legolas, it's... I meant, The Fellowship... have you been in it?"
"Nay..."
"Okay then! *phew* sorry for that scare."
He stared at her.
The not so jolly Santa walked into the room, "Legolas, I am sorry but you are going to have to stay at least a week longer, I can't get a meeting with the fairy tale creatures."
"Oh." Legolas looked crest fallen.
"I promise we'll get right on it after Christmas." Santa said.
"I am staying for Christmas?!" Legolas shot up from his seat.
"Yes, but don't worry. You'll have lots of fun while you wait." he chuckled.
"I'll go tell Judy to make a more suitable room for your stay." Leanne smiled and ran out the door.
"You don't mind staying here, do you?" Santa asked, being hospitable. "Gloria said you could have the guest room."
"No it's alright, these ho-- elves seem okay."
"Great. I'll be around the shop a lot so you may talk to me anytime." Santa winked and walked out of the room.
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Santa was sitting in his chair having a nap when a knock on the door woke him up. 'Bah, it's too early.' he complained as he went to open the door.
"Oh hello Bernard!" he said in surprise.
"I've found out where Leggy comes from!"
Legolas gave a sharp glance at the hobbit.
"Oh really?" Santa sounded happy. "Wait a second, didn't I assign this to Harold?"
"He gave up, but it's okay this is working out."
"Alright, but where does Legolas belong?"
"You won't believe it, but he belongs in Middle earth!"
"Pardon me?!" Santa looked between the two elves, as did Legolas. "You mean to say that this elf comes from a book made by a man that died a long time ago, and now is a movie, and making everything be popular again, and one of the fictional characters is standing here right now?"
Bernard nodded smiling. Santa burst out laughing. The elves looked at each other before looking back at Santa. Laughing for a good few minutes, he stopped to wipe his tears away.
"We must get a emergency fairy tale meeting up and going soon then." Santa said waddling to the phone. "Why haven't I figured out this before?" he asked himself out loud.
While the phone was ringing he asked the elves to just sit back a relax while he got everything together.
"Hello Father Time, I'd like to arrange an emergency meeting." Santa said into the receiver.
"You mean like now or later?" came the garbled voice of the keeper of time.
"Now... Why?" Santa asked with worry in his voice.
"Nicholas, you know perfectly well that we had a meeting last month, and that Christmas is a very busy time of the year for all of us!" he said.
"I know Father, but it's REALLY important."
"Important enough to stop Christmas?"
"No but--"
"I am sorry Santa but you are going to have to wait until after Christmas, then we'll be able to make a schedule for this meeting."
"But but..." Santa attempted.
"I am sorry." Father Time said sadly. "I'll talk to you later, good bye."
The tone was ringing in Santa's ear.
Santa sighed, "What am I going to tell that boy?"
*
A young sophisticated female elf was sitting beside Legolas with a huge heavy bounded book and a smaller bounded book.
"These two books are the main Middle earth collection that many cherish." she smiled. "For awhile now I wanted to get the updated versions but I love the original from Tolkien, anyway. Well if you are from Middle earth you won't mind me quizzing you, will you? You know to get which era you came from."
Legolas looked skeptical at this girl, but obliged.
"Great, you know being a one thousand six hundred seventeen year old bookworm really comes in handy when dealing with misconceptions like this. Not that you personally are one, Mr Greenleaf." she giggled, almost blushing. "Another thing, do you yourself read a lot?"
"Yes sometimes, I have a lot of time on my hands."
"I bet, being older then I am! Well from what the books say: your people are almost immortal like gods, don't die for nothing 'cept heart break and foul play of weapons." she rambled.
'Wow she's kinda good for a hobbit who doesn't know anything.' Legolas thought to himself. "What about you? Is your age old or young for your kind?"
"Who me?! I am pretty young, I've been working with Santa for a long time, as did many here. But do you know about the REALLY short elves?" she brought her voice down to a whisper.
The elf prince obliged and leaned his ear in, though he could hear just fine.
"They are leprechaun hybrids and they don't live as long." she smiled, done her secret. "They only live until about nine hundred. It's funny almost, 'cause they get old fast. Old people are funny." she giggled again.
Legolas had to chuckled with her, this was turning out to be an interesting conversation.
"Okay well back to the books. Do you remember Bilbo Baggins, or about seven dwarfs crossing your path in Mirkwood?"
"Not personally." Legolas said. "I heard about it..."
"The one ring coming back in power?"
"*What! Oh no I won't be able to warn anyone from here!*" he spoke quickly with worry in his voice.
"Oh I am sorry... I didn't mean it that way." she said, catching some of what he said.
He narrowed his eyes, "What did you mean, Leanne?"
"Well um erm, I don't want to say anything since you didn't know..." she faded off.
"It's not something taken lightly." he warned.
"I... I know that Legolas, it's... I meant, The Fellowship... have you been in it?"
"Nay..."
"Okay then! *phew* sorry for that scare."
He stared at her.
The not so jolly Santa walked into the room, "Legolas, I am sorry but you are going to have to stay at least a week longer, I can't get a meeting with the fairy tale creatures."
"Oh." Legolas looked crest fallen.
"I promise we'll get right on it after Christmas." Santa said.
"I am staying for Christmas?!" Legolas shot up from his seat.
"Yes, but don't worry. You'll have lots of fun while you wait." he chuckled.
"I'll go tell Judy to make a more suitable room for your stay." Leanne smiled and ran out the door.
"You don't mind staying here, do you?" Santa asked, being hospitable. "Gloria said you could have the guest room."
"No it's alright, these ho-- elves seem okay."
"Great. I'll be around the shop a lot so you may talk to me anytime." Santa winked and walked out of the room.