Hi everybody! Today is Sunday! Yay! (or not, depending on if you like this or not) Sorry this is uploaded kinda late a night (at least it is where I am). We had the family over (you don't have to read this if you don't want to, go ahead and go on to the story if you don't want to listen to me ramble) for dinner a.k.a. to gather around the dinner table and talk about aches and pains. I (as always) was placed next to my grandma, who does not understand the phrase "say it, don't spray it" especially with food in her mouth (thankfully I never drink while at the dinnertable, for I am not one to risk any of my precious caffine). Then we gathered around the tube and watched "Grown Ups". Nearly peed myself I laughed so hard!
So anyway, this was probably my most difficult chapter to write, namely because I am sooo excited to write the upcoming chapters that will include my terrible humor. I will warn you that if you are offended by beer pong, sexual innuendos, or anything of the sort, you probably won't like the next few upcoming chapters. By the way, to all of you who reviewed, thank you all so much! I'm sure being thanked over and over for doing such may annoy some, but really, I've never gotten so many reviews in my life. And not only that, but you guys included questions in your reviews. I love questions! So, I will now answer them.
CeresMaria: I've not read many fanfics about Lord of the Rings, but I've done much time in the Assassin's Creed category and noticed that when one of the characters comes into the future, it is by way of storms. So you've certainly got a point there. I randomly came up with this story while I was trapped at my house during a blizzard, and I must say, I hate winter! I wish to punch blizzards in the face (which is impossible, but yeah ...) Anways, thank you for putting up with my rambling and for your review! You rock!
Goldenfightergirl: Honestly, I am not sure. For now I'll let you decide (wink wink). Thank you so much for your review and for putting up with my rambling as said before.
Disclaimer: I do not own Lord of the Rings or it's characters. I could never be that awesome! :D
Relief flooded through Sophie as she saw the turnoff to her house. She turned on to it and sped up, noticing that it wasn't as slippery on her road as it was the main one. While she drove, she reached over and touched the man beside her, checking his pulse again. Sophie prayed that it wasn't just her imagination when his pulse felt stronger to her. She pulled into the driveway and opened the garage with the remote that was in her truck's cup holders, which was a strange place to store it, but then again, Sophie never considered herself normal.
Once her truck was in the garage, she got out and made her way over to the passenger side of the vehicle, opening up the door to find that her guest wasn't quite as unconscious as she thought. His eyes were barely open, and he had one of his short blades held out towards her, not having the strength to reach in the backseat to grab his bow and quiver. Sophie yelped and held up her hands in surrender. His response was in a language that she couldn't understand.
"I'm sorry sir, but I can't understand you. Do you speak English?"
He stared at her blankly for a moment before speaking, "Who …" he rasped, "Are you?"
"My name is Sophia Jenkins, call me Sophie." she said, "Now, do you think you can get yourself out of my car? I will help you …" she said, putting her hand on the blade and gently pushing it away from both of them. 'Holy hell that scared the crap out of me!'
He let the blade be moved, but didn't get out of her car, "You know, it's warmer inside of the house. The garage is gonna get cold eventually." she prompted.
He sighed, "Fine."
He started to slide out of the seat. Sophie grabbed his arm, ignoring when he tensed, and slid it around her shoulders. Together, they got him out of the car.
"Now we just need to-Hey, you still with me?" she asked when he started to nod off a bit.
He shook his head and looked up at her, "Hmm?"
"Come on, just a bit further. I'll get you something warm to eat and drink." she promised, trying to urge him in the direction of her house, "We'll get you some warmer clothes too, those clothes are too light for wintertime. What the hell were you doing anyway?" she asked, as she half dragged him up the steps.
"Where … where am I?"
"Where? What do you mean where? How can you not know where you are?"
"I … do not …"
She snorted, "Just stay awake, you will be able to rest soon."
He didn't answer, prompting Sophie to look at him again to make sure he was awake, "Sir?"
"Legolas."
"What?"
"My name is Legolas, son of Thranduil."
Sophie raised an eyebrow, but played along, "As I said before, Sophie Jenkins, daughter of Nicolas Jenkins."
They made it to the door, which Sophie unlocked and opened, dragging Legolas inside and kicking the door shut behind them. Sophie sat him down in the chair and rushed to the spare bedroom, digging through the drawers to try and find some of her brother's clothes that he wore when he came over occasionally to visit. She rushed back out into the living room to find Legolas asleep on the couch. She walked over and shook him until he awoke. He stood up on his own and at his full height, towering over her by a good six or seven inches.
"Put these on." she commanded, "The clothes you have on now are wet. The bathroom's at the end of the hall."
She hastened him into the bathroom, amazed at how quickly he seemed to regain his strength. While he did that, Sophie threw a can of chicken soup in the microwave, not having the energy to cook much more than that. She didn't hear him come into the room until he cleared his throat, prompting her to turn to look at him. He was tall and slender. His hair was long and blonde, his eyes a beautiful blue.
Sophie scoffed and muttered, "Pretty boy." under her breath.
He looked around, scoping out her log cabin, "What is that?" he asked.
"What is what?" he pointed at the microwave, she gave him an 'are-you-some-kind-of-idiot' stare, "A microwave."
"What is a mi-cro-wave?" he asked, watching the bowl of soup as it went round and round like it was some sort of strange mythical creature.
"You're kidding right?"
He opened his mouth to reply when the microwave suddenly stopped and the lights shut off. Sophie's ears caught the sound of a blade being drawn and yelped.
"What the hell are you-"
"What is going on?" he asked, "What trickery is this?"
"It's called the power went out." Sophie said dryly, "Put that sword away before you poke someone's eyes out." she chided him as she felt her way around in the dark trying to find the kitchen drawer that held the flashlight.
After a few seconds of scrambling, she found the right drawer and yanked it open, plunging her hand inside and digging around until she found the flashlight. Flicking the switch, she used the light to find her other flashlight and turned that one on as well, shining it over towards Legolas to make sure he had put the sword away. Legolas flinched away from the light that attacked his eyes. Sophie smirked evilly and handed him one. He flicked it on, then back off, and back on again.
"Stop that." Sophie said, "You'll break it."
"What kind of magic torch is this?"
"It's a flashlight." she said, resisting the urge to add 'stupid' to the end of her statement.
"Oh."
He shined it around the house, making Sophie roll her eyes. She walked to the door to the basement and opened it, guided by the light of the flashlight. Holding tightly to the railing, she made her way down the stairs, being careful not to trip on the bottom step, because it was slightly broken. Sophie made a mental note to get it fixed sometime as she walked across the room to find the fuse box. After opening it and being unable to find anything wrong, she deduced that the problem was what she had thought it was all along: the storm had knocked out all of the power.
"Wonder if the phone still works …" she muttered to herself.
"Fho-ne?"
Sophie screeched and whirled around, brandishing the flashlight like it was a weapon, 'Y-you! You scared the shit out of me!" she yelled, upon seeing that it was Legolas.
"I formally apologize my lady." he said, "Have you figured out how to get the wave of micro going again?"
Sophie rolled her eyes, "You know, your little act is getting really old."
"Act?"
"Yes, the whole, 'what is a mi-cro-wave?' and 'magic torch' thing. Seriously, stop."
"I apologize if it annoys you milady, I am just confused. We do not have such objects in Middle Earth."
"Middle Earth?"
"Yes. Middle Earth. The land where I was born." he said, "I have discovered that this place is not those lands."
'What the … hell?' "Are you bonkers?" she asked, "There is no such place as 'Middle Earth'. Stop making all of this crap up!"
"Middle Earth exists." he said plainly, as if she was the stupid one.
"Oh yeah." she challenged, "Prove it."
"Have you heard of hobbits? Dwarfs? Elves?" he asked.
"No to the first. I've heard of 'dwarfism'. And elves, yes, but Santa doesn't exist, pal." she answered, glaring at him.
"… who is Santa?"
"A fat man in a red suit." Sophie replied, then shook her head, "We're getting off track. You we're trying to prove a point?" she prompted.
"Ah, right. I am an elf."
Sophie paused for a moment, then began laughing hysterically, "Ha! That's-that's rich!"
A look of irritation crossed his pretty facial features, "What is so funny, my lady?"
She stopped and straightened up, holding the flashlight to his head, "If you are an elf, which I highly doubt you are, where are your pointy ears?" she inquired, giving him a smug 'I win' look.
It was his turn to laugh, "Where are my pointy-" he paused, "What the-?"
He dropped his flashlight on the concrete, effectively breaking it, and reached up to touch his ears, gasping when he found they were rounded like a human's. He whirled around and dashed up the stairs. Sophie watched him go before picking up the fallen flashlight.
"Could he be … no, it can't be." she muttered to herself, "He's simply a good actor, that's all."
She walked carefully up the stairs to search for the supposed elf, meeting him as he walked down the hallway, presumably coming out of the bathroom, face as white as a sheet.
"I- my ears, they've vanished." he walked over to the couch and collapsed upon it, a look of defeat upon his face, "I am … Am I no longer an elf?" he asked himself.
She rolled her eyes and opened her mouth, then suddenly felt bad. Sophie quietly walked over to the couch and sat beside him.
"Hey … uh … listen, why don't you describe this 'Middle Earth' to me. Perhaps I can look on the internet later and try to find where it is uh … located?"
Sophie wondered if by some chance this 'Middle Earth' was a nickname for someplace near the equator or something. Later, she decided, she would look it up on the internet, when the power was back on.
Legolas looked up at her, "You wish to hear of Middle Earth? I thought you said such thing was foolish?"
Sophie shook her head, "I didn't say it was foolish-"
"You called me bonkers." he accused, though he was smiling slightly.
"I did not!" Sophie shot back.
"You did so."
Sophie cleared her throat, "Regardless." she said, "Please, speak."
"Very well."
He told her tales that sounded like the bedtime stories her grandfather used to tell her back when he was alive and she was little. Elves, dragons, kings and queens, and a land called Mirkwood. By the time he was done, Sophie stared at him in amazement.
"Okay, either you're a really good actor or …" she trailed off, looking down at the ground.
"Or?" he prompted her to continue.
"…" she kept silent.
"Tis real, my lady." he said, putting his hand on her shoulder, "Tis real."
She looked into his eyes, "You say you are an elf, and that elves speak a certain language. Say something."
He rattled off something that was apparently Elvish, "What did you say?" Sophie asked.
"I asked if you believe me."
Sophie closed her eyes and sighed softly. The moment of truth had arrived. She didn't really know if she should believe him. But when he told all of those tales, she was reminded of her childhood and her grandfather, good times. It brought a strange, but happy feeling, and the man seemed semi-sane. Besides, if he tried to kill her, she slept with a pistol next to her bed. Not to mention she had years of experience in karate which started when she began her training to be a ranger.
Sophie blinked, then sighed, "Honestly, I don't know. However …"
"However?"
"I've decided … that you can stay with me until you find your way back home."
He beamed at her a radiant smile, "Thank you milady."
Suddenly, the power decided to come back on, and the microwave decided to start beeping. Legolas flew off of the couch and drew his sword, pulling Sophie up and behind him. Sophie sighed and smacked her forehead. 'What have I gotten myself into?'
Second chapter done! Third halfway! I will see you next week (unless I decide to be naughty and update earlier, but we shall see)! Love you all! :3 By the way, I was arguing with my computer for a little while, so I apologize if there's no line separating this message from the story. Thanks again! BYE!
