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Chapter: 3

*flash back*

"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...."

*end flash back"

"I was hunting in the..."

"Wait" I cut him off. Mom glanced at me disapprovingly. "What year is this, in your world? Is it before or after the war?" Legolas stared at me.

"If you are referring to the War of the Ring, then after." I nodded.

"Is Aragorn king yet?" Mom asked. Legolas stared at her even more.

"Yes, but how is it you seemed to know so much about me and my world, but I know nothing about you or your world?" I giggled.

"We'll show you later. Continue with the story." Legolas fingered with his bowstrap nervously.

"I was hunting in the southernmost reaches of Fangorn. I was enjoying being where I could hear the trees, when suddenly..."

"Where was Gimli?" I interrupted again.

"At the camp," He said, staring at me. I nodded. "Go on, please."

"Suddenly I came upon a small wooden hut. There was a strange feeling about the place that spoke of evil, but I decided to investigate anyway. As I entered, I felt as if I had entered a different world. The hut was bigger on the inside then it appeared, and it was filled with strange liquids and ancient books."

Legolas looked as if he were angry at himself. "I knew I should have left then and there, but I decided to look around a little more. As I was paging through a large book, that was filled with spells, the book slipped from my fingers and fell to the ground, knocking over a flask.

The flask fell to the ground and broke, spilling the contents all over the floor. A large piece of glass flew up and hit another flask, knocking it off the shelf too. The two liquids mixed together and ran onto the book. Out of that sprang a...a..."

"A what?" I asked, totally drawn into the story.

' I know not. It was like a black hole in the world, and it was pulling me into it. The next thing I knew, I was in a very small field, with strange demons around me and tall buildings towering above me."

"Wow," was all Mom said. "Any idea what the hut was?" I asked. Legolas wrinkled his forehead in thought. "Well, it could have been left over from some old Istari's magic, but I know of no Istari that would be so careless." I nodded, then jumped as Mom gasped. "I wonder...if...maybe..."

"What, Mom?" I asked eagerly.

"Perhaps... well...didn't Sauroman used to walk in those woods?" Legolas nodded and my eyes widened with realization. "Couldn't that have been his hide out?"

"It cetainly could of," I said firmly. "Now how did he get to our house?"Mom asked accusingly. I retold the events of the past day, with Mom laughing a bit as I described explaining to Legolas about cars. Legolas shook his head and muttered something about demons. I kept quiet about the lembas bread, though, for fear Mom would want some and we would take from Legolas' supply

Finally I sighed and turned to Legolas. "Well, now that everyone knows how you got here, we can figure out how to get you home." He nodded, and Mom coughed. I turned to her. "What is it Mom?"

"Well I was just thinking, the first thing we should do is go to the place where he first came in, and see if there are any clues as to how to get him back."

"Great idea, Mom, but you sound like some sort of detective."

'Whats wrong with that?" she asked indignantly. I smiled. "Oh nothing." She frowned, and then suddednly jumped up.

"Oh my gosh!" She exclaimed. "Look at the time! I have to get to work! Look, we'll figure this out later, just show Legolas around, make sure your dad doesn't see him when he gets home, and for heaven's sake get the Elf some normal clothes. I'll see you around 8:00."

Legolas stared in surprise as Mom grabbed her purse, kissed my forehead, rushed out the door and drove off in one of the "demons".

I sighed. "Well, gotta do my chores, Leggy, why don't you help me?" He winced at the use of his name, and I laughed. "Sorry, Legolas," He smiled weakly, and and replied, "In that case, I will help you."

* * *

An hour later, Legolas was in the attic cleaning, just so he could be working and be as far away from me as possible. It wasn't my fault, he just happened to be in the way when I was throwing out the dish water. Of course, I don't normally wash the dishes by hand, and if I did I would do it in the sink, not in an old bucket that requires me to throw out the water. But...I...didn't want to freak out Legolas any more then he already was. Compassionate, aren't I?

As soon as he was done, he walked carefully down the stairs and washed his hands. I stared in amazement at his wet but spotless clothing, as it would be impossible for any human on the planet to complete such a job and have clean clothes. He, of course, ignored me, but finally after much begging on my part, he consented to forgive me for the dishwater incident.

I disappeared into my father's clothes closet to find Legolas some normal clothes, but my father was a small man and I knew Legolas' tall frame would never fit into his clothes. After much searching I gave up and said, "I suppose you'll have to wear what you are wearing right now until Mom gets home."

He looked down at his damp clothes, then at Dad's modern outfits. "I think I would prefer it." I laughed at his scared stare.

"Well, now that the chores are done, you said you wanted to know how we knew so much about your world." He nodded warily. I grinned. "Alright then, follow me."

We walked into my room, where I pulled the Lord of the Rings Bookset out from my shelf. I handed it to him. "Can you read in the common tongue?" I asked.

He nodded, and opened the first book. He read for a few pages, then stopped, and looked up at me in wonder. I smiled. "Almost everything that happened on that great journey is retold in those books. And this," I pulled a large green book of of the shelf, "Is the Silmarillion, the history of Elves and Men, and their quest for the Simarils. It tells of Morgoth and the Valar, and the awakening of the children of Iluvitar."

Legolas turned the pages of the books slowly, then faster and faster as he began to recognize events he read about. When he came to the part of Boromir dying, He said sadly, "I had suspected it to be so, but Frodo and Aragorn would never speak of it." I nodded.

Suddenly Legolas held his hand up to his face. As I stared in astonishment, small tears began to run over his cheeks and splash onto the pages of the book.

Aww, sad, I know. I'm working on the friendship angle right now.

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