Ok I'm back with another chapter! Sorry about the long wait, but I went on
vacation for a few days and am now helping out at our church's Vacation
Bible School every evening. And my sister has been hogging the computer and
being real stingy about it. Anyway... Thanks goes out to all the people who
reviewed! I'm going to respond to a couple:
Mariette: Yes I was kind of planning on that already in future chapters. But you know what they say, "Great minds think alike!" I have rubber bands right now and they are extremely fun to shoot at people!
BabyBoo0968: This is actually a response to your email... I like the flashback idea a lot. I don't know when I'll put it in but I think I'm going to use it. Thanks!
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Disclaimer: Any characters you see and recognize are most likely someone else's, not mine.
Legolas woke up the next morning with a throbbing headache. At first he was puzzled; elves don't usually get headaches since they never get sick, but yesterday's events soon came flooding back to him. He put his tongue on his teeth, hoping it was all a dream. It wasn't. He had braces, and they weren't coming off anytime soon.
He sighed, wondering again why he had to have braces. The question had been bothering him for some time now. And why didn't any other elves have braces? To him they seemed very un-elven.
Resigned to his fate, Legolas slowly walked out of his bedroom to a breakfast he wouldn't be able to eat.
"Hiya Legolas!" said Arwen, "Still got those braces, huh?"
Arwen's morning cheeriness annoyed Legolas today. "Of course I still have my braces! Where would they go?" he said grumpily.
Arwen mumbled something under her breath and walked away to find someone who wouldn't be so rude.
Legolas sat down at the table and tried to eat something, failing. "Well," he said to himself, "Looks like I'll have to starve for two years until I get my braces off."
His father came over to greet him. "Why don't you smile for your old man, huh? Let's see those braces of yours!"
Legolas rolled his eyes and forced a smile.
"Yes, that's my boy! The only elf in Mirkwood to have braces! You're a special elf Legolas! You get to be the first to try them out!"
"Good for me," Legolas said unenthusiastically.
"Oh Legolas! Quit being so upset!" Arwen was back, eyeing the food on Legolas's plate. "They're not THAT bad...By the way, are you going to eat that?"
Legolas shoved his plate into Arwen's hands. Braces were bad. They were terrible. No one seemed to understand that though. Everyone thought that they were the best things in the world. They would sure change their minds if they had to wear them, Legolas thought.
Dejectedly, the Mirkwood prince walked out of the dining hall and back into his room, grabbing his bow and some arrows. A little archery will take my mind off the pain, he thought.
Archery turned out to be a terrible choice.
At the shooting range, there were some other elves his age. They paid no attention to him, and he ignored them. It went on fine like this until he opened his mouth, cursing under his breath as his arrow missed the target yet again. The sun glinted off his braces and that was all that the other elves needed to see.
They came running over instantly.
"What's in your mouth?"
"Did I see a glint of metal?"
"Why do you have metal in your mouth?"
Legolas sighed. "I have braces."
"What are those?"
"Can I see?"
"Open your mouth!"
Legolas did so, and the teasing began.
"Metal mouth!"
"Tinsel Teeth!"
"Brace Face!"
Legolas got his things and went to his room, locking himself in. Why was his father doing this to him? Why couldn't he be normal?
Someone tapped him on the shoulder. He spun around to see Arwen.
"How did you get in here?" he asked surprised.
"Your window. But that's not the point. I saw those kids out there calling you names, but you need to ignore them. You can call them all sorts of names when you get your braces off."
"Like..." Legolas prompted.
Arwen thought for a moment. "Well... You'll have straight teeth and they won't so... Crooked Teeth?"
Arwen's lame attempt to make him feel better actually worked. Legolas laughed, causing Arwen to laugh (no she wasn't laughing at his braces....). Arwen was the one person who could really cheer Legolas up.
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A/N: Yeah, I know, it wasn't the best chapter, but it was one of those rather boring chapters that are necessary in telling a story. It'll get better. I have a few things I'd like to say about Arwen:
She is very out of character in this story. I didn't really intend her to be, but that's just how she turned out, so I'm now starting to base her on one of my friends...
I don't really know why she's at Mirkwood. Maybe she's visiting with her father?
I'm sorry if you don't like the way I made her in this story. Anyways, wow I wrote this all while my friend was asleep...she spent the night and should wake up sometime soon! Oh yeah, REVIEW!
Also what do elves eat? I don't really know, so if you do, tell me through a review or email me. Thanks!
Mariette: Yes I was kind of planning on that already in future chapters. But you know what they say, "Great minds think alike!" I have rubber bands right now and they are extremely fun to shoot at people!
BabyBoo0968: This is actually a response to your email... I like the flashback idea a lot. I don't know when I'll put it in but I think I'm going to use it. Thanks!
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Disclaimer: Any characters you see and recognize are most likely someone else's, not mine.
Legolas woke up the next morning with a throbbing headache. At first he was puzzled; elves don't usually get headaches since they never get sick, but yesterday's events soon came flooding back to him. He put his tongue on his teeth, hoping it was all a dream. It wasn't. He had braces, and they weren't coming off anytime soon.
He sighed, wondering again why he had to have braces. The question had been bothering him for some time now. And why didn't any other elves have braces? To him they seemed very un-elven.
Resigned to his fate, Legolas slowly walked out of his bedroom to a breakfast he wouldn't be able to eat.
"Hiya Legolas!" said Arwen, "Still got those braces, huh?"
Arwen's morning cheeriness annoyed Legolas today. "Of course I still have my braces! Where would they go?" he said grumpily.
Arwen mumbled something under her breath and walked away to find someone who wouldn't be so rude.
Legolas sat down at the table and tried to eat something, failing. "Well," he said to himself, "Looks like I'll have to starve for two years until I get my braces off."
His father came over to greet him. "Why don't you smile for your old man, huh? Let's see those braces of yours!"
Legolas rolled his eyes and forced a smile.
"Yes, that's my boy! The only elf in Mirkwood to have braces! You're a special elf Legolas! You get to be the first to try them out!"
"Good for me," Legolas said unenthusiastically.
"Oh Legolas! Quit being so upset!" Arwen was back, eyeing the food on Legolas's plate. "They're not THAT bad...By the way, are you going to eat that?"
Legolas shoved his plate into Arwen's hands. Braces were bad. They were terrible. No one seemed to understand that though. Everyone thought that they were the best things in the world. They would sure change their minds if they had to wear them, Legolas thought.
Dejectedly, the Mirkwood prince walked out of the dining hall and back into his room, grabbing his bow and some arrows. A little archery will take my mind off the pain, he thought.
Archery turned out to be a terrible choice.
At the shooting range, there were some other elves his age. They paid no attention to him, and he ignored them. It went on fine like this until he opened his mouth, cursing under his breath as his arrow missed the target yet again. The sun glinted off his braces and that was all that the other elves needed to see.
They came running over instantly.
"What's in your mouth?"
"Did I see a glint of metal?"
"Why do you have metal in your mouth?"
Legolas sighed. "I have braces."
"What are those?"
"Can I see?"
"Open your mouth!"
Legolas did so, and the teasing began.
"Metal mouth!"
"Tinsel Teeth!"
"Brace Face!"
Legolas got his things and went to his room, locking himself in. Why was his father doing this to him? Why couldn't he be normal?
Someone tapped him on the shoulder. He spun around to see Arwen.
"How did you get in here?" he asked surprised.
"Your window. But that's not the point. I saw those kids out there calling you names, but you need to ignore them. You can call them all sorts of names when you get your braces off."
"Like..." Legolas prompted.
Arwen thought for a moment. "Well... You'll have straight teeth and they won't so... Crooked Teeth?"
Arwen's lame attempt to make him feel better actually worked. Legolas laughed, causing Arwen to laugh (no she wasn't laughing at his braces....). Arwen was the one person who could really cheer Legolas up.
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A/N: Yeah, I know, it wasn't the best chapter, but it was one of those rather boring chapters that are necessary in telling a story. It'll get better. I have a few things I'd like to say about Arwen:
She is very out of character in this story. I didn't really intend her to be, but that's just how she turned out, so I'm now starting to base her on one of my friends...
I don't really know why she's at Mirkwood. Maybe she's visiting with her father?
I'm sorry if you don't like the way I made her in this story. Anyways, wow I wrote this all while my friend was asleep...she spent the night and should wake up sometime soon! Oh yeah, REVIEW!
Also what do elves eat? I don't really know, so if you do, tell me through a review or email me. Thanks!