Author's note: Wilwarin and Gwilwileth are my characters, although their names are a part of Tolkien's language. Italics are Wilwarin's thoughts. This is my first story so please R&R.
I started to walk. Why I walked upstream I don't know. It seemed like the right way to go, and it was.
I could see a horse, a white stallion. I looked past him and saw his rider. He was tall, with long gold hair like mine; he was also wearing green clothes. I walked up to him; he must have heard me coming because he turned around. He had the most beautiful blue eyes I had ever seen.
"Hi," I said, my voice also sounding different.
"Hello," he answered, looking confused by my greeting.
'Where am I?"
"Mirkwood"
I laughed. He must be joking, how could I be in Mirkwood? It wasn't a real place, I thought
"Why do you laugh?" he asked, even more confused.
"This has to be a joke. Am I on TV? A new reality show maybe?" I started laughing even harder.
"I beg your pardon?" he asked, looking slightly frightened.
"What's your name?" Curious as to what the TV producers named the pretend elf. It better be elven, I thought, or else this isn't a very good show.
"I am Legolas Greenleaf, son of Thranduil, King of Mirkwood and I do not appreciate you mocking me," He answered sternly.
"Legolas?" These people aren't very creative, I thought. "OK Legolas, what year is it?" The answer 2005 will give him away.
"3015, in the third age."
Three years before the Lord of the Rings starts, why would they make it that year? I started to think some more about my situation. I looked at the blonde hair getting in my eyes. I had forgotten it couldn't be a TV show; they wouldn't be able to change my appearance this much. It might actually be real. I fainted.