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Chapter One- A Strange Awakening!
A strange noise woke me out of a peaceful sleep. I looked over my shoulder at my best friend, Becca, who was staying with me for summer break while our parents were away on a cruise. Turning back to the darkness I wondered what it was that woke me up, and, reaching over to flip on the lamp, froze. Right in front of my face was an arrow-point. Slowly lifting my gaze up the arrow, I noticed the finely carved bow, engraved with…Elvish! I raised my eyes to the face of the archer. An Elf? Yes, definitely an Elf, I decided, taking in the finely structured, ageless features and the pointed ears typical of the stately race of Middle-Earth.
Trying to think of why on earth an Elf from Middle-earth would be in my room, I nudged Becca with my elbow, only to have the arrow-point touch my sternum with a less than gentle push. Luckily, that one nudge served to wake my friend, who moved to sit up and instead found herself to be the one the bow was trained on, as the Elf realised a new threat.
"Nikki, what in all the Valar is going on? Is this some kind of trick?" She glared at me, and then looked back to our captor, who stared at her in shock when he heard her speak of the Valar. She stared at him for a long moment before speaking, her voice just barely a whisper. "Is he a...Elf?" I nodded and tried to think of what we should do. I knew we should establish communications, but my Elvish was less than perfect, as was Becca's. Elvish phrases ran through my mind until I remembered one that may get him to put down his bow.
"Um…Áva rucë, Mellon!" The Elf paused and looked at me, a strange expression on his face.
"Pedich i lam edhellen?"
Before I could do more than nod, the Elf had gone into frenzy, speaking Quenya so quickly that I could not understand him. "Daro! Daro! Ú-chenion. Pedich i lam Atani?" When he nodded, I let out a sigh of relief. "I believe you have us at a disadvantage, friend, for we are unarmed and in bed. We will not harm you, so if you will let us up?"
Slowly, he lowered his bow and stepped gracefully off the bed and Becca and I got out of bed and stood before him. "Mana esselya?" He tilted his head at us, waiting for an answer. Becca and I looked at each other before I answered.
"Essenya Nikki, ar essenwen Becca. Ar elyë?" He looked at the two of us a moment before answering in Westron.
"I am Legolas Greenleaf, Prince of Mirkwood."
Fear not, friend!
Do you speak Elvish?
Stop! I do not understand. Do you speak Westron?