Author's note:
I have had some reviews from people commenting that I did not depict Legolas (or all elves for that matter) correctly - that elves are not cocky, up themselves, conceited etc, etc. When I read the books and watched the movies, I've always felt elves, in particular Legolas, are very good-humoured, passionate and a little conceited, being so fair and beautiful.
I know a lot will not agree, but that is my opinion on how I think Legolas is really like in reality, when he shows his true colours, which he didn't exactly in the books or movies.
But thank you to those who did express their opinions. Please continue to feel free to comment on anything at all in your reviews.
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CHAPTER 3:
I was too shocked to answer him. This was the last thing I had expected. I went into a half-blind panic, my mind wildly thinking that everyone knew I was an imposter and that I was about to get stoned to death by a bunch of fictional characters. '.Er .what?' I forced out. Maybe I heard wrong?
'You are not Lady Arwen of Rivendell, are you?' Legolas said, softly. Well no need to think I had heard wrong. He didn't glare at me accusingly like I had some "evil plot" involving me becoming Arwen, nor did he look horrified or anything. In fact, he looked very understanding.
I decided to confess. Maybe he could explain what was happening to me, why I am here in the body of Aragorn's girlfriend and how to get back. I now totally doubted this was a dream; no dream is so detailed, so real.
'No, you're right, I'm not,' I admitted. 'My real name is Alison Hokkenpoff, and I didn't get into this situation on purpose, and I don't know where the real Arwen is.' I blabbered on, afraid I guess of being stoned to death by Legolas.
He didn't say anything for a while, just watched me thoughtfully. He's probably gonna give me an intelligent, logical explanation for all this. But no. 'Ah,' he said finally. 'You look so much like her.'
I groaned. 'I am her! Well physically. If this isn't some weird dream of mine, maybe I switched bodies with her, and she is in my world (hopefully breaking Mark's legs).'
'Ah,' he said. Very reactive, isn't he? 'Well this is real, I assure you. All this.' He gestured around. 'You are in Rivendell, in a treacherous Middle Earth where the darkness of Mordor is growing.'
'Oh, that's great. Sauron and co wanting to take over the world. Just my luck to pop in during war-time. Do you know how I can return? As much as I want to hang around to see everyone die.' I said all this, very fast and sarcastically. Probably the most sarcastic I had ever been.
'I do not know how you came nor how you can return.'
'Wonderful! Splendid! And I thought Maths was bad. But being stuck in a book, well . WE HAVE A WINNER!' Sarcasm is hitting its peak.
'.But perhaps others may know.' Legolas frowned. He didn't seem to hear my sarcastic outcry.
'Well?' I said, impatiently.
'Lord Celeborn and Lady Galadriel of Lothlorien, perhaps the wisest of all elves may know.'
'Don't they like live really far away from here?' I asked, suddenly remembering the long journey of the fellowship.
'Yes, but they're your only hope. I doubt Elrond knows of such things, so no point asking him. And the men, dwarves, even wizards, I doubt they would know.'
'Could you send the lord and lady a letter or something?' I asked, sighing.
'Of course. But the time taken for a message to be sent all the way to Lorien is several weeks, and I don't want to worry you, but we don't know what is the consequences of you and Arwen being in each other's bodies, if you see my meaning.'
'Yeah, yeah, I get it. And so I guess I have to walk to Lothlorien then?'
'Yes, but not alone. Too hazardous. I was thinking of the Fellowship. Um, you shouldn't be knowing this, but Elrond is sending - '
'I know, I know. The ring bla bla bla destroy in the cracks of Mt. Doom or something,' I butted in. Legolas gave me a shocked "oh". 'Join the Fellowship? Is that possible? I mean I don't think Elrond's gonna let his "daughter" jump right into perilous danger.'
'We'll have to think of something to convince him.' He didn't seem to think it was at all weird that I knew about Elrond's plans. 'But that's the only way I can think of to get you to Lorien,' Legolas said. 'Oh, by the way, it's best if you don't tell Aragorn that you're not who you are supposed to be. He has a lot of worries these days, and he doesn't need to fret that a complete stranger is in his true-love's body.'
'He's going to suspect eventually, anyway. I mean, I barely know the difference between a dwarf and a hobbit.'
'No he won't. He's most likely to think it's that nasty accident you had affecting your memory.'
'You sound so damn sure.'
'I'm an elf. We are intelligent beings!' I stifled a cough. 'We are! We are very sharp archers!' He saw my half-laughing-half-cynical expression and hastily shut up. 'Well, as long as you don't fall in love with a hobbit, Aragorn won't suspect a thing!' he added.
'Hey, how did you guess I wasn't Arwen?' I suddenly asked.
He grinned at me. 'Well we elves, we INTELLIGENT elves have a kind of a six sense. And my father's was very strong, so I have more of the six sense than other elves. So you have a good chance that nobody realizes who you really are. Oh another reason why I knew: you don't act like an elf. You're too. ungraceful for one.'
I scowled at him. 'I'll take that as a compliment. Well, at least I'm not a guy PRANCING around like a girl with long blonde hair!' I snapped. 'Ever consider pigtails? It might - '
Legolas didn't answer. He was looking behind me, frozen. I wheeled around.
Aragorn stood there, chewing his pipe.
'Oh hello, Aragorn, DEAR,' I choked out, wondering how much he had heard.
'There you are, Lady Arwen,' he said, glancing at Legolas mildly. 'Can I have a word?' He smiled warmly (or lovingly?) at me.
'Sure.' I don't think he heard all that much. 'Excuse me, Legolas.' He nodded, a mischievous smile on his lips.
Aragorn led me to a quiet place near a bubbling fountain. It was twilight now. Time really flies around here, I thought, gazing at the sinking sun. 'What is it?' I asked him.
'I have spoken to your father and he still has not approved,' replied Aragorn, puffing his pipe.
'Approve to what?' I am now seriously wishing I had read the book, well at least Arwen's bits; it could help me so much right now.
Aragorn stared at me in disbelief. 'To me marrying you, of course!' he cried.
'Ohhhhhhh,' I said, shifting nervously. 'Now isn't that a pity! What are his reasons?'
'He says men-elf marriages can't work out.'
Nah duh! Aragorn dies. Arwen doesn't. How can that get anymore obvious? Where have I heard that before? Ahh right. Sk8er Boy. "He was a man. She was an elf. How can that -" okay I better stop thinking so much. Better start answering him. But honestly! The love situations these days. Tut tut!
'I don't care it can't work out! I'll become mortal so we can be with each other!' I said, trying not to roll my eyes. The things I do for Arwen. I could had easily said, 'Daddy's right. Let's drop this whole relationship. I'm gonna marry Legolas!' Argh! Why did I just say 'Legolas'? I mean. I'm gonna marry someone else. .
Aragorn didn't see my eye-rolling. He just gave me another warm (or loving?) smile and leant slowly towards me.
Immediately I realized he was going to kiss me. What do I do? If I draw away from him, he'll start thinking and get suspicious (even how much Legolas claims he won't notice. Men ain't stupid, well not this one for sure!) and then he'll figure it out very fast, and that won't be good. He'll be stressed and probably have a breakdown.
If I kiss him that will be cheating - well sorta. He will be cheating. And Arwen won't be very pleased with me once she returns.
What should I do? Should I act normal like I'm Arwen (and kiss him which won't be so bad - he's hot! :P:P) and before I know it, I'll be back to Brisbane, and Aragorn won't know the difference? Or should I risk him getting thinking something fishy is going on and cause a hullabaloo among the already freckled Rivendell society?
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I have had some reviews from people commenting that I did not depict Legolas (or all elves for that matter) correctly - that elves are not cocky, up themselves, conceited etc, etc. When I read the books and watched the movies, I've always felt elves, in particular Legolas, are very good-humoured, passionate and a little conceited, being so fair and beautiful.
I know a lot will not agree, but that is my opinion on how I think Legolas is really like in reality, when he shows his true colours, which he didn't exactly in the books or movies.
But thank you to those who did express their opinions. Please continue to feel free to comment on anything at all in your reviews.
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CHAPTER 3:
I was too shocked to answer him. This was the last thing I had expected. I went into a half-blind panic, my mind wildly thinking that everyone knew I was an imposter and that I was about to get stoned to death by a bunch of fictional characters. '.Er .what?' I forced out. Maybe I heard wrong?
'You are not Lady Arwen of Rivendell, are you?' Legolas said, softly. Well no need to think I had heard wrong. He didn't glare at me accusingly like I had some "evil plot" involving me becoming Arwen, nor did he look horrified or anything. In fact, he looked very understanding.
I decided to confess. Maybe he could explain what was happening to me, why I am here in the body of Aragorn's girlfriend and how to get back. I now totally doubted this was a dream; no dream is so detailed, so real.
'No, you're right, I'm not,' I admitted. 'My real name is Alison Hokkenpoff, and I didn't get into this situation on purpose, and I don't know where the real Arwen is.' I blabbered on, afraid I guess of being stoned to death by Legolas.
He didn't say anything for a while, just watched me thoughtfully. He's probably gonna give me an intelligent, logical explanation for all this. But no. 'Ah,' he said finally. 'You look so much like her.'
I groaned. 'I am her! Well physically. If this isn't some weird dream of mine, maybe I switched bodies with her, and she is in my world (hopefully breaking Mark's legs).'
'Ah,' he said. Very reactive, isn't he? 'Well this is real, I assure you. All this.' He gestured around. 'You are in Rivendell, in a treacherous Middle Earth where the darkness of Mordor is growing.'
'Oh, that's great. Sauron and co wanting to take over the world. Just my luck to pop in during war-time. Do you know how I can return? As much as I want to hang around to see everyone die.' I said all this, very fast and sarcastically. Probably the most sarcastic I had ever been.
'I do not know how you came nor how you can return.'
'Wonderful! Splendid! And I thought Maths was bad. But being stuck in a book, well . WE HAVE A WINNER!' Sarcasm is hitting its peak.
'.But perhaps others may know.' Legolas frowned. He didn't seem to hear my sarcastic outcry.
'Well?' I said, impatiently.
'Lord Celeborn and Lady Galadriel of Lothlorien, perhaps the wisest of all elves may know.'
'Don't they like live really far away from here?' I asked, suddenly remembering the long journey of the fellowship.
'Yes, but they're your only hope. I doubt Elrond knows of such things, so no point asking him. And the men, dwarves, even wizards, I doubt they would know.'
'Could you send the lord and lady a letter or something?' I asked, sighing.
'Of course. But the time taken for a message to be sent all the way to Lorien is several weeks, and I don't want to worry you, but we don't know what is the consequences of you and Arwen being in each other's bodies, if you see my meaning.'
'Yeah, yeah, I get it. And so I guess I have to walk to Lothlorien then?'
'Yes, but not alone. Too hazardous. I was thinking of the Fellowship. Um, you shouldn't be knowing this, but Elrond is sending - '
'I know, I know. The ring bla bla bla destroy in the cracks of Mt. Doom or something,' I butted in. Legolas gave me a shocked "oh". 'Join the Fellowship? Is that possible? I mean I don't think Elrond's gonna let his "daughter" jump right into perilous danger.'
'We'll have to think of something to convince him.' He didn't seem to think it was at all weird that I knew about Elrond's plans. 'But that's the only way I can think of to get you to Lorien,' Legolas said. 'Oh, by the way, it's best if you don't tell Aragorn that you're not who you are supposed to be. He has a lot of worries these days, and he doesn't need to fret that a complete stranger is in his true-love's body.'
'He's going to suspect eventually, anyway. I mean, I barely know the difference between a dwarf and a hobbit.'
'No he won't. He's most likely to think it's that nasty accident you had affecting your memory.'
'You sound so damn sure.'
'I'm an elf. We are intelligent beings!' I stifled a cough. 'We are! We are very sharp archers!' He saw my half-laughing-half-cynical expression and hastily shut up. 'Well, as long as you don't fall in love with a hobbit, Aragorn won't suspect a thing!' he added.
'Hey, how did you guess I wasn't Arwen?' I suddenly asked.
He grinned at me. 'Well we elves, we INTELLIGENT elves have a kind of a six sense. And my father's was very strong, so I have more of the six sense than other elves. So you have a good chance that nobody realizes who you really are. Oh another reason why I knew: you don't act like an elf. You're too. ungraceful for one.'
I scowled at him. 'I'll take that as a compliment. Well, at least I'm not a guy PRANCING around like a girl with long blonde hair!' I snapped. 'Ever consider pigtails? It might - '
Legolas didn't answer. He was looking behind me, frozen. I wheeled around.
Aragorn stood there, chewing his pipe.
'Oh hello, Aragorn, DEAR,' I choked out, wondering how much he had heard.
'There you are, Lady Arwen,' he said, glancing at Legolas mildly. 'Can I have a word?' He smiled warmly (or lovingly?) at me.
'Sure.' I don't think he heard all that much. 'Excuse me, Legolas.' He nodded, a mischievous smile on his lips.
Aragorn led me to a quiet place near a bubbling fountain. It was twilight now. Time really flies around here, I thought, gazing at the sinking sun. 'What is it?' I asked him.
'I have spoken to your father and he still has not approved,' replied Aragorn, puffing his pipe.
'Approve to what?' I am now seriously wishing I had read the book, well at least Arwen's bits; it could help me so much right now.
Aragorn stared at me in disbelief. 'To me marrying you, of course!' he cried.
'Ohhhhhhh,' I said, shifting nervously. 'Now isn't that a pity! What are his reasons?'
'He says men-elf marriages can't work out.'
Nah duh! Aragorn dies. Arwen doesn't. How can that get anymore obvious? Where have I heard that before? Ahh right. Sk8er Boy. "He was a man. She was an elf. How can that -" okay I better stop thinking so much. Better start answering him. But honestly! The love situations these days. Tut tut!
'I don't care it can't work out! I'll become mortal so we can be with each other!' I said, trying not to roll my eyes. The things I do for Arwen. I could had easily said, 'Daddy's right. Let's drop this whole relationship. I'm gonna marry Legolas!' Argh! Why did I just say 'Legolas'? I mean. I'm gonna marry someone else. .
Aragorn didn't see my eye-rolling. He just gave me another warm (or loving?) smile and leant slowly towards me.
Immediately I realized he was going to kiss me. What do I do? If I draw away from him, he'll start thinking and get suspicious (even how much Legolas claims he won't notice. Men ain't stupid, well not this one for sure!) and then he'll figure it out very fast, and that won't be good. He'll be stressed and probably have a breakdown.
If I kiss him that will be cheating - well sorta. He will be cheating. And Arwen won't be very pleased with me once she returns.
What should I do? Should I act normal like I'm Arwen (and kiss him which won't be so bad - he's hot! :P:P) and before I know it, I'll be back to Brisbane, and Aragorn won't know the difference? Or should I risk him getting thinking something fishy is going on and cause a hullabaloo among the already freckled Rivendell society?
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