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**Note from Lindi: Ok people. I need to clear something up here. I admit I am just a little obsessed with Legolas and Will Turner and Orlando Bloom. Now these first few chapter portray me as a literal *dumb blond*. As true as it may be, I do have some since of reality and have a life outside of LOTR. Well sorta. So I will try to be a good little girl around Legolas... trust me I have 2 friends who keep me in touch with reality.**
Disclaimer: We own nothing! Well we own ourselves but we don't own any of the characters, places ect.... All the applause goes to J.R.R. Tolkien.
Chapter Two
Legolas, easily the fastest elf in Rivendell, caught up with Lindi. He grabbed her arm and swung her around. She attempted to scream (whether in frustration or delight), but no sound came out.
"Are you Lindi?" Legolas asked in apprehension.
Lindi could barely manage a nod.
"Are you alright?" he asked worriedly.
Again, only a nod.
"Let's go back to the room where your friends are..." He added under his breath, "Before you hurt yourself or me."
When she did not move, he grabbed her arm again and dragged her along.
They got back to the room about half an hour after they had left. As they entered, Elrond was saying:
"So you see why we brought you here."
"So after that long winded explanation, I still don't think that I know what happened," Abby said in the sassy voice that had gotten her in trouble with her parents back on planet earth.
"It means," Elrond explained a little too patiently, "that your injured friend was found with the ring around her neck by my daughter Arwen. She was stabbed by a Nazgûl and in danger of death. YOU were attempting to carry her when Arwen found you, but by the time she had reached you, you'd collapsed."
"What?! But FRODO! You know... the HALFLING, was supposed to have The Ring!"
"Frodo? Who is this halfling that you are speaking of?" asked Elrond quizzically.
Ali wasn't listening at this point. She reached for the thing that was hanging around her neck. As she drew out the ring on its chain and she looked at it, she grew pale. "Great," she muttered. "Just great..."
As she examined The Ring, hardly able to believe she was holding this thing, Legolas dragged Lindi into the room.
"Hola, Lindi," Ali said. "Look what I found," she said with a sarcastic look on her face.
Lindi's jaw dropped open and she started laughing. Elrond scowled.
"This is no laughing matter," he said sternly as Abby started laughing as well.
"Come on Elrond," Ali said. "I don't think we need to go around with frowns on our faces just because we are facing almost certain doom," Ali continued, her eyes glinting mischievously.
"You were stabbed by a Nazgûl's blade!" Elrond replied. "That is no laughing matter."
Ali's eyebrows raised, "Would you rather have us break down in despair?" she asked coldly. "We could always do that if you would prefer."
Elrond just scowled again and led them to dinner.
* * * * *
"So Lindi," said Ali. "What's up with you?" Lindi still couldn't speak. She didn't touch her food or look at anyone. She just sat in her chair and stared out of the window. "Alright! That's it!" exclaimed Ali. She painfully stood up, grabbed Lindi by the arm and dragged her down the hall to her room. She pushed Lindi in, closed the door behind her, and asked forcefully, "What is up with you? You're never like this! Here we are in the place we have always dreamed about and all you can do is run down halls and stare out windows! Legolas is trying to talk to you! Did you hear me? L—E—G—O—L—A—S! You know. Prince of Mirkwood: love of your life!"
"Ya, I know. But Ali, he hates me!"
"You're creeping him out! You're calling out his name and looking for him. Then you find him and freeze. Then you run away from him which then forces him to chase after you. Then he finds you and has to drag you to dinner. Now you're just sitting there and staring out the window. If you ask me, that's creepy!"
"What do I do now then?"
"Well... Why not do something with him? You know... like sparing or archery or something like that."
"Do you think he would?"
"I'll talk to him and set it up, but you have to promise to talk and actually do something besides stand stiff or run away. Promise?"
"Ya. I guess."
"Okay then! Now let's go back, because I'm starved!"
"Oh. By the way, are you okay?"
Ali rolled her eyes. "All things considered, I'm doing just fine. I was just stabbed by a Nazgûl, carried to Rivendell, found to be possessing The One Ring (which I will probably have to take to Mordor through terrible trials, etc.), and now I am trying to set you up with Legolas, oh keeper of the shrine! I think I'm holding up quite well!"
Lindi looked a little unhappy. "If trying to set me up with Legolas is going to cause you major trauma—"
Ali cut her off before she could finish. "Lindi, that will just help me keep my mind off of all the other stuff. That is something I can handle!" And with that, Ali went off to talk to Legolas.
Lindi rolled her eyes. "Great. Ali's playing matchmaker. I guess some things don't change."
* * * * *
"Legolas!" Ali called as he walked down the hall in front of her. He stopped and turned around. "I need to ask you a favor," Ali said.
"Okay..." Legolas said cautiously. "By the way, are you okay?" he asked, noticing that Ali grimaced slightly as she walked.
"I am SO sick of people asking me that!" Ali yelled. Legolas raised his eyebrows in surprise. "I'm sorry," Ali said. "I'm just sick of everyone worrying about me. Anyway, I wanted to ask you if you would be so kind as to do something with Lindi..."
"Like what?" he asked suspiciously.
"Just, you know, some sparing, archery, something... just so she isn't so... paranoid around you. I think you would both feel better after. She wouldn't act so weird around you then."
Legolas still looked skeptical, and a bit nervous. Sighing internally, Ali made one last attempt. "Please?" she said, looking and sounding as pitiful as possible. Rolling his eyes and groaning, Legolas finally agreed.
"She's out back," Ali said, looking much better. "Oh, and try not to be too hard on her," she called over her shoulder as she walked off. She was going to find a balcony so she could watch what would happen.
* * * * *
Abby was sitting at the table, staring into the soup bowl. She was hoping that the mushy carrots might tell her how to deal with "His Royal Highness." Everything in the movies suggested that he was a nice guy. However, Abby had found him arrogant in the books. It must just be her.
She was thinking these thoughts as Lindi was swept by by that same self- serving prince. In surprise, Abby dropped her spoon in the bowl, splashing broth all over her dress. "AARGH!" She hated dresses, nonetheless, ones that were perfectly white and easily stained. Her form of clothing would have to be changed before she found out what was going on with Lindi and Legolas.
She immediately excused herself, saying she needed a beauty rest and headed out. After much searching, she found what she'd been looking for.
* * * * *
Lindi followed Legolas to the archery practice court. She had her own bow and arrow at home, but she hadn't practiced lately. She hoped she could remember everything... including not to drool all over the extremely hot body in front of her. It was very hard to do.
* * * * *
Ali was settled comfortably on the balcony when she was joined by a stranger. He was tall with long blonde hair and such that Legolas wore. She tried to get a look at his face, but she was unable to at the moment. He seemed thoroughly intent on what was happening below.
When she finally managed a glimpse at his face (without staring of course), she started. This was no elf man!
"The dress was too painful. I needed to change," was Abby's simple answer to Ali's unspoken question.
* * * * *
When Legolas and Lindi had reached the archery range, Lindi put aside her cloak, for it would only hinder her movement. Freedom of the arms was essential to good aim. She tried not to look at the Mirkwood Prince, but her efforts were short lived.
"Now," said Legolas, "here are the rules. Each one of us has ten arrows and before us are ten targets. The one who can hit all ten targets the most accurately will win this event."
"This event? You mean there is more than one?" Lindi was in shock. She had spoken to him in a regular, calm voice. Legolas looked as surprised as Lindi but just continued on.
"Why, yes, of course. We are also going to practice swordplay. Is that a problem?"
"No. Of course not."
"Good. Then let us begin."
The first target, to Lindi's relief, was a very easy one. She hit a perfect bull's eye and so did Legolas. It went like this for all of the following targets. Lindi would shoot a bull's eye, and the prince could match it. Then came the last one. It was a near impossible shot. Lindi took aim and released. The arrow soared through the air and landed on the far outside area of the target.
Legolas knew he could hit a perfect bull's eye, but then he looked up at the balcony and saw two figures staring at him. He recognized Ali's piercing glare. He reluctantly took aim and shot wide right of the target. He then turned to Lindi:
"Well, I guess you won."
"Oh come off it. I saw the move you made. You did it on purpose. Now come on. Shoot for real. I know you can hit that. Now try again."
Lindi walked over to his quiver, which he had set down, and picked up an arrow and tossed it to him.
"Now come on and shoot."
Legolas groaned and then took aim and fired. Just as Lindi had predicted, he hit a perfect bull's eye. But now he had shot, it was on to fencing. She knew she was doomed.
* * * * *
Ali and Abby watched as Lindi and Legolas shot at the targets below.
"What are they doing?" Abby asked.
"They are having what I would call a 'bonding moment,'" Ali said, grinning mischievously. Abby frowned. "What's wrong?" Ali asked her friend.
"Nothing," replied Abby.
"Liar."
Abby sighed. "I just don't like them spending so much time together," she began.
Ali couldn't help but laugh. "Oh yes, they are spending WAY too much time together Abby," she said with her wicked grin.
Abby groaned, "Let me finish! I just... never mind."
"Okay," Ali said. "Now let's watch the next round: sword fighting. This should be good."
* * * * *
Lindi was somewhat nervous. No. Nervous wasn't the word. Terrified was much closer. She and Legolas were standing near the targets, but now their bows and arrows were lying nearby. They now had swords. Lindi was somewhat relieved to see that there was a protective sheath over the tips of the swords.
"Are you ready?" asked Legolas.
Lindi nodded.
"Ready... go!" Legolas said.
**Note from Lindi: Ok people. I need to clear something up here. I admit I am just a little obsessed with Legolas and Will Turner and Orlando Bloom. Now these first few chapter portray me as a literal *dumb blond*. As true as it may be, I do have some since of reality and have a life outside of LOTR. Well sorta. So I will try to be a good little girl around Legolas... trust me I have 2 friends who keep me in touch with reality.**
Disclaimer: We own nothing! Well we own ourselves but we don't own any of the characters, places ect.... All the applause goes to J.R.R. Tolkien.
Chapter Two
Legolas, easily the fastest elf in Rivendell, caught up with Lindi. He grabbed her arm and swung her around. She attempted to scream (whether in frustration or delight), but no sound came out.
"Are you Lindi?" Legolas asked in apprehension.
Lindi could barely manage a nod.
"Are you alright?" he asked worriedly.
Again, only a nod.
"Let's go back to the room where your friends are..." He added under his breath, "Before you hurt yourself or me."
When she did not move, he grabbed her arm again and dragged her along.
They got back to the room about half an hour after they had left. As they entered, Elrond was saying:
"So you see why we brought you here."
"So after that long winded explanation, I still don't think that I know what happened," Abby said in the sassy voice that had gotten her in trouble with her parents back on planet earth.
"It means," Elrond explained a little too patiently, "that your injured friend was found with the ring around her neck by my daughter Arwen. She was stabbed by a Nazgûl and in danger of death. YOU were attempting to carry her when Arwen found you, but by the time she had reached you, you'd collapsed."
"What?! But FRODO! You know... the HALFLING, was supposed to have The Ring!"
"Frodo? Who is this halfling that you are speaking of?" asked Elrond quizzically.
Ali wasn't listening at this point. She reached for the thing that was hanging around her neck. As she drew out the ring on its chain and she looked at it, she grew pale. "Great," she muttered. "Just great..."
As she examined The Ring, hardly able to believe she was holding this thing, Legolas dragged Lindi into the room.
"Hola, Lindi," Ali said. "Look what I found," she said with a sarcastic look on her face.
Lindi's jaw dropped open and she started laughing. Elrond scowled.
"This is no laughing matter," he said sternly as Abby started laughing as well.
"Come on Elrond," Ali said. "I don't think we need to go around with frowns on our faces just because we are facing almost certain doom," Ali continued, her eyes glinting mischievously.
"You were stabbed by a Nazgûl's blade!" Elrond replied. "That is no laughing matter."
Ali's eyebrows raised, "Would you rather have us break down in despair?" she asked coldly. "We could always do that if you would prefer."
Elrond just scowled again and led them to dinner.
* * * * *
"So Lindi," said Ali. "What's up with you?" Lindi still couldn't speak. She didn't touch her food or look at anyone. She just sat in her chair and stared out of the window. "Alright! That's it!" exclaimed Ali. She painfully stood up, grabbed Lindi by the arm and dragged her down the hall to her room. She pushed Lindi in, closed the door behind her, and asked forcefully, "What is up with you? You're never like this! Here we are in the place we have always dreamed about and all you can do is run down halls and stare out windows! Legolas is trying to talk to you! Did you hear me? L—E—G—O—L—A—S! You know. Prince of Mirkwood: love of your life!"
"Ya, I know. But Ali, he hates me!"
"You're creeping him out! You're calling out his name and looking for him. Then you find him and freeze. Then you run away from him which then forces him to chase after you. Then he finds you and has to drag you to dinner. Now you're just sitting there and staring out the window. If you ask me, that's creepy!"
"What do I do now then?"
"Well... Why not do something with him? You know... like sparing or archery or something like that."
"Do you think he would?"
"I'll talk to him and set it up, but you have to promise to talk and actually do something besides stand stiff or run away. Promise?"
"Ya. I guess."
"Okay then! Now let's go back, because I'm starved!"
"Oh. By the way, are you okay?"
Ali rolled her eyes. "All things considered, I'm doing just fine. I was just stabbed by a Nazgûl, carried to Rivendell, found to be possessing The One Ring (which I will probably have to take to Mordor through terrible trials, etc.), and now I am trying to set you up with Legolas, oh keeper of the shrine! I think I'm holding up quite well!"
Lindi looked a little unhappy. "If trying to set me up with Legolas is going to cause you major trauma—"
Ali cut her off before she could finish. "Lindi, that will just help me keep my mind off of all the other stuff. That is something I can handle!" And with that, Ali went off to talk to Legolas.
Lindi rolled her eyes. "Great. Ali's playing matchmaker. I guess some things don't change."
* * * * *
"Legolas!" Ali called as he walked down the hall in front of her. He stopped and turned around. "I need to ask you a favor," Ali said.
"Okay..." Legolas said cautiously. "By the way, are you okay?" he asked, noticing that Ali grimaced slightly as she walked.
"I am SO sick of people asking me that!" Ali yelled. Legolas raised his eyebrows in surprise. "I'm sorry," Ali said. "I'm just sick of everyone worrying about me. Anyway, I wanted to ask you if you would be so kind as to do something with Lindi..."
"Like what?" he asked suspiciously.
"Just, you know, some sparing, archery, something... just so she isn't so... paranoid around you. I think you would both feel better after. She wouldn't act so weird around you then."
Legolas still looked skeptical, and a bit nervous. Sighing internally, Ali made one last attempt. "Please?" she said, looking and sounding as pitiful as possible. Rolling his eyes and groaning, Legolas finally agreed.
"She's out back," Ali said, looking much better. "Oh, and try not to be too hard on her," she called over her shoulder as she walked off. She was going to find a balcony so she could watch what would happen.
* * * * *
Abby was sitting at the table, staring into the soup bowl. She was hoping that the mushy carrots might tell her how to deal with "His Royal Highness." Everything in the movies suggested that he was a nice guy. However, Abby had found him arrogant in the books. It must just be her.
She was thinking these thoughts as Lindi was swept by by that same self- serving prince. In surprise, Abby dropped her spoon in the bowl, splashing broth all over her dress. "AARGH!" She hated dresses, nonetheless, ones that were perfectly white and easily stained. Her form of clothing would have to be changed before she found out what was going on with Lindi and Legolas.
She immediately excused herself, saying she needed a beauty rest and headed out. After much searching, she found what she'd been looking for.
* * * * *
Lindi followed Legolas to the archery practice court. She had her own bow and arrow at home, but she hadn't practiced lately. She hoped she could remember everything... including not to drool all over the extremely hot body in front of her. It was very hard to do.
* * * * *
Ali was settled comfortably on the balcony when she was joined by a stranger. He was tall with long blonde hair and such that Legolas wore. She tried to get a look at his face, but she was unable to at the moment. He seemed thoroughly intent on what was happening below.
When she finally managed a glimpse at his face (without staring of course), she started. This was no elf man!
"The dress was too painful. I needed to change," was Abby's simple answer to Ali's unspoken question.
* * * * *
When Legolas and Lindi had reached the archery range, Lindi put aside her cloak, for it would only hinder her movement. Freedom of the arms was essential to good aim. She tried not to look at the Mirkwood Prince, but her efforts were short lived.
"Now," said Legolas, "here are the rules. Each one of us has ten arrows and before us are ten targets. The one who can hit all ten targets the most accurately will win this event."
"This event? You mean there is more than one?" Lindi was in shock. She had spoken to him in a regular, calm voice. Legolas looked as surprised as Lindi but just continued on.
"Why, yes, of course. We are also going to practice swordplay. Is that a problem?"
"No. Of course not."
"Good. Then let us begin."
The first target, to Lindi's relief, was a very easy one. She hit a perfect bull's eye and so did Legolas. It went like this for all of the following targets. Lindi would shoot a bull's eye, and the prince could match it. Then came the last one. It was a near impossible shot. Lindi took aim and released. The arrow soared through the air and landed on the far outside area of the target.
Legolas knew he could hit a perfect bull's eye, but then he looked up at the balcony and saw two figures staring at him. He recognized Ali's piercing glare. He reluctantly took aim and shot wide right of the target. He then turned to Lindi:
"Well, I guess you won."
"Oh come off it. I saw the move you made. You did it on purpose. Now come on. Shoot for real. I know you can hit that. Now try again."
Lindi walked over to his quiver, which he had set down, and picked up an arrow and tossed it to him.
"Now come on and shoot."
Legolas groaned and then took aim and fired. Just as Lindi had predicted, he hit a perfect bull's eye. But now he had shot, it was on to fencing. She knew she was doomed.
* * * * *
Ali and Abby watched as Lindi and Legolas shot at the targets below.
"What are they doing?" Abby asked.
"They are having what I would call a 'bonding moment,'" Ali said, grinning mischievously. Abby frowned. "What's wrong?" Ali asked her friend.
"Nothing," replied Abby.
"Liar."
Abby sighed. "I just don't like them spending so much time together," she began.
Ali couldn't help but laugh. "Oh yes, they are spending WAY too much time together Abby," she said with her wicked grin.
Abby groaned, "Let me finish! I just... never mind."
"Okay," Ali said. "Now let's watch the next round: sword fighting. This should be good."
* * * * *
Lindi was somewhat nervous. No. Nervous wasn't the word. Terrified was much closer. She and Legolas were standing near the targets, but now their bows and arrows were lying nearby. They now had swords. Lindi was somewhat relieved to see that there was a protective sheath over the tips of the swords.
"Are you ready?" asked Legolas.
Lindi nodded.
"Ready... go!" Legolas said.