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Chapter: 2

*flash back*

"WHAT DID YOU DO!" I yelled at Legolas, who jumped a bit in surprise. He was standing beside Mom, who was tied with elven rope to my pink swivel chair with a gag over her mouth, which was, coincidentally, a sock. There was a red strain on the floor on front of my dresser. Legolas had one of his twin knives in hand, and my mom looked utterly terrified.

*end flash back*

Legolas looked at me calmly. "Ah, you have returned." I gaped at him, then ran to Mom's side and tried to unbind her. The Elven rope was tied securely in knots that I knew I could never get undone.

"Release her. Now," was all I could say, but I guess the tone in my voice told Legolas to obey, at least partially. He did not undo the ropes, but he removed the sock from Mom's mouth. She stared at me, and then at Legolas, and said, "Kara, isn't that..." "Yes, Mom," I interrupted her. "This is Legolas, Prince of the Elves in Northern Mirkwood.

Now it was Legolas' turn to stare. "How is it you know this?" He asked, his brow furrowing in a look of puzzlement. "It's a long story," I said, still trying to undo the ropes. "But first, why don't you untie my mother, and we can talk about what happened here."

He dipped his head in a sign of submission and slid his knife back into its sheath. His fingers flew over the ropes, untying the knots with amazing speed.

As soon as she was free, Mom rushed to the door and stood by it, looking warily at Legolas, and he glared right back at her. I tried to maintain a serious face. "All right, Mom's story first," I said. "And don't look so scared Mom, he doesn't bite."

Legolas stared at me, obviously even more puzzled at the expression, but I ignored him and gestured for Mom to speak. "Well," she started shakily. "I was simply walking down the hall, and I thought I would get your laundry. I walked into the room, and the first thing I see is him," she jerked her head toward Legolas, "Standing at your dresser, and staring at, well, one of your bras."

I could feel my face turning red, for I could almost perfectly imagine the scene. "Ah," was all I said, and nodded for her to continue. "Naturally I screamed, and the next thing I knew I was in the chair, and he had stuffed a sock in my mouth."

I nodded my understanding and turned to Legolas. " And what's your side of the story?" I asked, not sure I really wanted to know. "It is very simple." He said in his calm, smooth voice. "After you had pushed me into the box in the wall, I waited for a long time. Soon it began to get close, and hard to breath. I wished to get some air, so I opened the door and walked into this room."

He glanced around at the posters adorning the walls. "I wished to see if there was anything that could heal my hand, when I noticed my image on the wall. That was when I spilled the strange liquid." He indicated the stain on the floor. I mentally kicked myself for forgetting to take down the Lord of the Rings poster.

"I was merely curious about the strange things in your room, when suddenly I heard what in I thought was an orc scream. I whirled, only to see this woman throwing a large basket of fabric in my face. That was when I tied her. When she wouldn't stop screaming, and the sound was hurting my ears, I used the only gag I could find." He handed me the sock.

As I stared at them, glaring at each other, one wary, and one calm, I suddenly saw the total absurdity of the situation.

Legolas and Mom both looked surprised as I doubled over in laughter. I was literally rolling on the floor with tears streaming out of my eyes. When I finally calmed down, Mom was glaring at me, and Legolas had backed up as far away as he could.

"I...I...I'm sorry," I gasped. "You should*gasp*have seen your faces!" With that I collapsed again on the floor, still chuckling. I looked up, and Legolas said, "I fail to see the mirth in this situation." Mom stared at him a moment, then turned to me. "I must agree" she said. "But if you are quite finished I should like to know how that, person, got here."

"He's not a person, He's an elf, Mom" I corrected her. "And I really don't know. Maybe this would be a good time for you to tell us, Legolas." I stood up and crossed my arms. "Well," He started, but Mom cut his short. "If there's going to be a long story, I want to hear it sitting down. Let's go down to the living room and I'll make some drinks, then you two can fill me in on what's happened here."

I smiled. That was Mom, ever the mother. I motioned for Legolas to follow me down the stairs and into the living room. "Sit down" I said. He sat gingerly on a wooden stool, and I flopped onto the couch, propping my feet up on the table.

Legolas eyed me disapprovingly. It was obvious he didn't think a lady should sit in such a position, and I felt a wicked urge to practice my backbends and flips from gymnastics, just to see what he would do. I suppressed it, though, and sheepishly removed my feet to a neutral position.

Mom came into the room carrying a Mountain Dew for me, and a mug of tea for herself. She looked quizzically at Legolas, then asked "Um, I'm not sure what you Elves drink, so do you want some water? Or maybe some juice?" He shook his head. "I need no refreshment, thank you." I hid my smile at his elegant way of saying things.

"Now" said Mom, sitting in her favorite chair. "Why don't you tell me what is going on here?" I looked at Legolas. "Why don't you tell us how you got here, then I'll fill Mom in on what I know." He nodded and leaned forward. "Well....

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