Title: The Fellowship Underneath My Christmas Tree
Author: Becky Greenleaf
Summary: All she wanted for Christmas was an Elf. Just to wake up one morning and find Legolas underneath her Christmas tree, that was her dream. Well, one morning she woke up and there he was. But the slight problem was that it wasn't only him underneath that Christmas tree.....
Rating: PG
Genre: Humour/ Humour
Author's Note: This is my fourth fan fiction. I have two others up on fanfiction.net, both Lord of the Rings, both shameless Mary-Sues. I had another up on this website but it was taken down TWICE. Hopefully this one will stay up. This is also a sort of Mary-Sue, I suppose, because the girl's name is Becky and that is me. I really am only using myself before I get sued by someone. So please, no one sue me. Also I like writing Mary- Sues but quite frankly NO I AM NOT GOING TO MARRY LEGOLAS OR ARAGORN in the end, I'm telling you this up front in case that is the idea you've gotten.
Disclaimer: I do not own The Lord of the Rings, I MAKE NO MONEY off this story, I am not related to or claim to know Peter Jackson, J.R.R. Tolkien or any of the actors/actresses of the Lord of the Rings. I am just a humble fan who enjoys writing. However, I do own this story, myself, my house, my Christmas tree and my backyard. :D
Chapter 1: The Wish
Becky Greenleaf sat at her desk, furiously typing away at the computer keyboard. She was deep in conversation with one of her other Legolas-LOTR- obsessed friends about the last chapter in the epic movie trilogy "The Lord of the Rings: The Return of the King."
Becky would not be able to see it, sadly, until Christmas Day, because it did not premiere by her until then and she was nearly in a fit about it. Since the seventeenth of December, her mind had been permanently on Middle- Earth, more so than usual. She was an avid Lord of the Rings fan but had only been so for a little more than a year. Her anniversary had just come and gone, and she had had a big celebration in honour of it. She also had a lot of space in her heart for a certain Orlando Bloom, otherwise known as Legolas the Elf from The Lord of the Rings. She had even made her parents and friends and everyone else she knew call her Becky Greenleaf, because one day she would marry Legolas and he would become the King of Mirkwood and she would become the Queen.
Remembering this, she glanced up at the six posters adorning the wall of her bedroom and she grinned from ear-to-ear. Everywhere she looked there was Legolas staring back at her. He was on her desktop, her walls, her door, her books........well you get the idea.
"GET OFF THAT BLOODY COMPUTER!" came the shout from outside. It nearly scared poor Becky Greenleaf out of her skin.
"NOOO!" she shouted back, aghast. "JUST ONE MORE PICTURE!!"
But alas, Becky Greenleaf's father would not tolerate this. Within seconds, her father had shut down the computer and there went Legolas' big blue eyes floating into blackness.
She remained paralysed, gaping at the black screen wondering where her Legolas had gone to.
When she recovered, she ran over to her bookcase and pulled out her Lord of the Rings folder. She pulled out her huge picture of Legolas that she'd had in there and hugged it to her chest.
"Yes, you are a good Elf, aren't you?! My precious," Becky said, tightening her hold on the large picture.
"I wish I had an Elf of my own," Becky said, looking at the golden-haired, blue-eyed serious-looking Elf that gazed back at her from the page. "I wish I had Legolas to be my own. I promise I'll take good care of him. I really will."
"If I had Legolas, we would have lots of fun together," Becky mused, dancing around the room, her Legolas picture in her arms. "I would brush his hair. Ooh!! I'd love to brush his hair! And he could teach me to use a bow and arrow and a sword! We'd have lots of fun together! He could tell me all about his grand adventures in Rivendell, Mirkwood and Lothlórien. He can tell me all about what it's like to be a Prince. OOH! I'll brush his hair!!"
She flopped back on the bed, still clutching the page against her chest. "I wish I had Legolas. I wish I had Legolas. I wish I had Legolas."
She gazed up at the six posters, which looked back down at her and smiled.
Becky felt her eyelids get heavy and somewhere in the back of her mind, she wondered why she was so sleepy. Finally, her eyes shut and she felt herself drifting slowly into sleep. As soon as her eyelids closed, there was the most beautiful singing she'd ever heard.
It was both male and female voices, singing together in beautiful harmony. They were singing in some foreign tongue that was as beautiful as the singing. Then there was the laughter, the tinkling laughter like that of glasses being clinked together. It rose to join the singing and blended with it perfectly.
Suddenly, it hit Becky with a jolt what language they were singing in. It was Elvish! Becky spoke a little bit of Elvish and she realized that it wasn't Sindarin. Well if it wasn't Sindarin it must be......
But Becky had no time to think as the dreams hit her full force and she could do nothing but drift off with them.
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End of Chapter 1. Please go on to Chapter 2. You lucky people are getting two chapters in one day! And I've only just started the story.
Author: Becky Greenleaf
Summary: All she wanted for Christmas was an Elf. Just to wake up one morning and find Legolas underneath her Christmas tree, that was her dream. Well, one morning she woke up and there he was. But the slight problem was that it wasn't only him underneath that Christmas tree.....
Rating: PG
Genre: Humour/ Humour
Author's Note: This is my fourth fan fiction. I have two others up on fanfiction.net, both Lord of the Rings, both shameless Mary-Sues. I had another up on this website but it was taken down TWICE. Hopefully this one will stay up. This is also a sort of Mary-Sue, I suppose, because the girl's name is Becky and that is me. I really am only using myself before I get sued by someone. So please, no one sue me. Also I like writing Mary- Sues but quite frankly NO I AM NOT GOING TO MARRY LEGOLAS OR ARAGORN in the end, I'm telling you this up front in case that is the idea you've gotten.
Disclaimer: I do not own The Lord of the Rings, I MAKE NO MONEY off this story, I am not related to or claim to know Peter Jackson, J.R.R. Tolkien or any of the actors/actresses of the Lord of the Rings. I am just a humble fan who enjoys writing. However, I do own this story, myself, my house, my Christmas tree and my backyard. :D
Chapter 1: The Wish
Becky Greenleaf sat at her desk, furiously typing away at the computer keyboard. She was deep in conversation with one of her other Legolas-LOTR- obsessed friends about the last chapter in the epic movie trilogy "The Lord of the Rings: The Return of the King."
Becky would not be able to see it, sadly, until Christmas Day, because it did not premiere by her until then and she was nearly in a fit about it. Since the seventeenth of December, her mind had been permanently on Middle- Earth, more so than usual. She was an avid Lord of the Rings fan but had only been so for a little more than a year. Her anniversary had just come and gone, and she had had a big celebration in honour of it. She also had a lot of space in her heart for a certain Orlando Bloom, otherwise known as Legolas the Elf from The Lord of the Rings. She had even made her parents and friends and everyone else she knew call her Becky Greenleaf, because one day she would marry Legolas and he would become the King of Mirkwood and she would become the Queen.
Remembering this, she glanced up at the six posters adorning the wall of her bedroom and she grinned from ear-to-ear. Everywhere she looked there was Legolas staring back at her. He was on her desktop, her walls, her door, her books........well you get the idea.
"GET OFF THAT BLOODY COMPUTER!" came the shout from outside. It nearly scared poor Becky Greenleaf out of her skin.
"NOOO!" she shouted back, aghast. "JUST ONE MORE PICTURE!!"
But alas, Becky Greenleaf's father would not tolerate this. Within seconds, her father had shut down the computer and there went Legolas' big blue eyes floating into blackness.
She remained paralysed, gaping at the black screen wondering where her Legolas had gone to.
When she recovered, she ran over to her bookcase and pulled out her Lord of the Rings folder. She pulled out her huge picture of Legolas that she'd had in there and hugged it to her chest.
"Yes, you are a good Elf, aren't you?! My precious," Becky said, tightening her hold on the large picture.
"I wish I had an Elf of my own," Becky said, looking at the golden-haired, blue-eyed serious-looking Elf that gazed back at her from the page. "I wish I had Legolas to be my own. I promise I'll take good care of him. I really will."
"If I had Legolas, we would have lots of fun together," Becky mused, dancing around the room, her Legolas picture in her arms. "I would brush his hair. Ooh!! I'd love to brush his hair! And he could teach me to use a bow and arrow and a sword! We'd have lots of fun together! He could tell me all about his grand adventures in Rivendell, Mirkwood and Lothlórien. He can tell me all about what it's like to be a Prince. OOH! I'll brush his hair!!"
She flopped back on the bed, still clutching the page against her chest. "I wish I had Legolas. I wish I had Legolas. I wish I had Legolas."
She gazed up at the six posters, which looked back down at her and smiled.
Becky felt her eyelids get heavy and somewhere in the back of her mind, she wondered why she was so sleepy. Finally, her eyes shut and she felt herself drifting slowly into sleep. As soon as her eyelids closed, there was the most beautiful singing she'd ever heard.
It was both male and female voices, singing together in beautiful harmony. They were singing in some foreign tongue that was as beautiful as the singing. Then there was the laughter, the tinkling laughter like that of glasses being clinked together. It rose to join the singing and blended with it perfectly.
Suddenly, it hit Becky with a jolt what language they were singing in. It was Elvish! Becky spoke a little bit of Elvish and she realized that it wasn't Sindarin. Well if it wasn't Sindarin it must be......
But Becky had no time to think as the dreams hit her full force and she could do nothing but drift off with them.
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End of Chapter 1. Please go on to Chapter 2. You lucky people are getting two chapters in one day! And I've only just started the story.