So sorry I've been gone for so long!! I've been doing so many things . . .
so many things . . .
Anyway, I'll try to write a bit more – really!
I have so many ideas for new fics, but it'd make sense to finish the ones I
started on here first, no? Heh.
Disclaimer: I do not own Lord of the Rings. Obviously. If I did, I wouldn't share Legolas.
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It had been a long hard day of elven war against goblin marauders and Legolas was exhausted. Truth be told, riding on horseback all day was not his definition of fun. It would be a long war . . .
In his dreams. Legolas pined for the glory he had in the War of the Ring. Now, all he had were his soap operas, his paperpack novels, Billy Joel and Bob Dylan. Reminding himself of Sherlock Holmes (not like anyone he lived with knew *him*), he would lie around for hours and play the violin (yes, unbeknownst to the readers of Tolken, he was very talented) and shoot arrows into his wall. This angered Gandalf to no end, since he was paying most of the rent.
Currently, Legolas was unemployed. He had applied for a toy-making position at the North Pole, but was rejected because of his height. Every once and awhile, he'd get to wondering how the elves up there had gotten so short, and convinced himself that it was the disagreeable climate. It was harder to convince himself that he'd be better off without the job.
He had tried to be a paperboy – that ended when three dogs bit him in the same day. When he finally went to see a doctor, it took double the tests to see what diseases were from which dog.
Legolas had even considered being a waiter! He drew the line, however, when they gave him a hair net.
Subsequent to all of the above, Legolas felt very depressed (you couldn't guess after the violin episode?) and felt quite worthless. So, to cheer him up, the rest of the Fellowship . . . and Drew . . . decided to take him to see Return of the King. Also, they wanted to see themselves in it, too – well, sans Drew, seeing as she was never in the Fellowship at all and just happened to crash their place.
"Speaking of that, how *did* Drew get here, anyway?" Aragorn asked.
Shhh! Don't interrupt the narrator!
Aragorn rolled his eyes.
*Anyway*, before I was so *rudely* interrupted . . .
It took Aragorn, Gandalf, and all of the hobbits to drag Legolas away from his box of chocolates the next day – perhaps because Drew was waiting in the doorway – and into the car. But it was done, the chocolates finished off by Merry and Pippin, and they were off to the movies, Legolas clawing the back window in protest. There they met Faramir, Eowyn, and Arwen (like *that* wasn't planned), and decided to sit together.
Aragorn was surprised at first that the Fellowship was not swarmed upon by fans, but realized that it was only because the other Tolkienists complimented them on their "costumes". There were a few who sat behind them who did not appreciate their appearance, and threw many pieces of popcorn at them. This ended, however, when Gimli waved his axe at them threateningly, resulting in his being escorted outside. After that, the theater was quiet.
At first, Legolas slouched and pouted and was overall grumpy. But as the movie progressed, he grew more and more into it, amazed at the . . . good amount of accuracy of Peter Jackson's film. The hobbits cowered in fear during Shelob's scenes, and Faramir got all excited about his part (you could say he had a *burning* desire to watch it multiple times).
Legolas leaned forward and squinted his eyes in close scrutiny. "Hey Aragorn – am I *really* that fat??"
"No!" Aragorn said hurriedly, remembering the traumatic past event of force- feeding nutrition into a dieting Legolas. "No . . . it's the camera, y'know what they say – adds ten pounds."
Legolas's eyes widened. "By the Valar – if they had five cameras on me, I'd be a whale!"
"Er . . . whatever you say," Aragorn agreed, pretty much just to get Legolas to shut-up. It was nearly time for *his* turn on screen – again!
After the movie, as they all walked back to the car (after getting Gimli out of police custody), Legolas said, "Gee, thanks guys for getting me out here – that was really great. Made me realize that I *am* important even- though-they-covered-my-beautiful-hair-in-that-stupid-cloak-thing," he muttered at the end, "But great!"
Suddenly he stopped and looked melancholy. The other members of the Fellowship paled.
"What's wrong, Legolas?" Frodo asked.
"I'm depressed again."
"Why?"
"Because the movie's over!"
Disclaimer: I do not own Lord of the Rings. Obviously. If I did, I wouldn't share Legolas.
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It had been a long hard day of elven war against goblin marauders and Legolas was exhausted. Truth be told, riding on horseback all day was not his definition of fun. It would be a long war . . .
In his dreams. Legolas pined for the glory he had in the War of the Ring. Now, all he had were his soap operas, his paperpack novels, Billy Joel and Bob Dylan. Reminding himself of Sherlock Holmes (not like anyone he lived with knew *him*), he would lie around for hours and play the violin (yes, unbeknownst to the readers of Tolken, he was very talented) and shoot arrows into his wall. This angered Gandalf to no end, since he was paying most of the rent.
Currently, Legolas was unemployed. He had applied for a toy-making position at the North Pole, but was rejected because of his height. Every once and awhile, he'd get to wondering how the elves up there had gotten so short, and convinced himself that it was the disagreeable climate. It was harder to convince himself that he'd be better off without the job.
He had tried to be a paperboy – that ended when three dogs bit him in the same day. When he finally went to see a doctor, it took double the tests to see what diseases were from which dog.
Legolas had even considered being a waiter! He drew the line, however, when they gave him a hair net.
Subsequent to all of the above, Legolas felt very depressed (you couldn't guess after the violin episode?) and felt quite worthless. So, to cheer him up, the rest of the Fellowship . . . and Drew . . . decided to take him to see Return of the King. Also, they wanted to see themselves in it, too – well, sans Drew, seeing as she was never in the Fellowship at all and just happened to crash their place.
"Speaking of that, how *did* Drew get here, anyway?" Aragorn asked.
Shhh! Don't interrupt the narrator!
Aragorn rolled his eyes.
*Anyway*, before I was so *rudely* interrupted . . .
It took Aragorn, Gandalf, and all of the hobbits to drag Legolas away from his box of chocolates the next day – perhaps because Drew was waiting in the doorway – and into the car. But it was done, the chocolates finished off by Merry and Pippin, and they were off to the movies, Legolas clawing the back window in protest. There they met Faramir, Eowyn, and Arwen (like *that* wasn't planned), and decided to sit together.
Aragorn was surprised at first that the Fellowship was not swarmed upon by fans, but realized that it was only because the other Tolkienists complimented them on their "costumes". There were a few who sat behind them who did not appreciate their appearance, and threw many pieces of popcorn at them. This ended, however, when Gimli waved his axe at them threateningly, resulting in his being escorted outside. After that, the theater was quiet.
At first, Legolas slouched and pouted and was overall grumpy. But as the movie progressed, he grew more and more into it, amazed at the . . . good amount of accuracy of Peter Jackson's film. The hobbits cowered in fear during Shelob's scenes, and Faramir got all excited about his part (you could say he had a *burning* desire to watch it multiple times).
Legolas leaned forward and squinted his eyes in close scrutiny. "Hey Aragorn – am I *really* that fat??"
"No!" Aragorn said hurriedly, remembering the traumatic past event of force- feeding nutrition into a dieting Legolas. "No . . . it's the camera, y'know what they say – adds ten pounds."
Legolas's eyes widened. "By the Valar – if they had five cameras on me, I'd be a whale!"
"Er . . . whatever you say," Aragorn agreed, pretty much just to get Legolas to shut-up. It was nearly time for *his* turn on screen – again!
After the movie, as they all walked back to the car (after getting Gimli out of police custody), Legolas said, "Gee, thanks guys for getting me out here – that was really great. Made me realize that I *am* important even- though-they-covered-my-beautiful-hair-in-that-stupid-cloak-thing," he muttered at the end, "But great!"
Suddenly he stopped and looked melancholy. The other members of the Fellowship paled.
"What's wrong, Legolas?" Frodo asked.
"I'm depressed again."
"Why?"
"Because the movie's over!"