Disclaimer: I don't own Legolas, Minas Tirith or any other LOTR person, place, thing, or idea that is used within the body of this fic. Everything except the troop of 'fangirls' belongs to the estate of JRR Tolkien and New Line Cinemas.
NOTE: I don't know Elvish or the actual language the Common tongue would be in Middle Earth, so the dialogue in this part is written in English with the understanding that the readers get that it isn't really English and don't ask me WHY Legolas didn't understand English when the girls spoke.
When Fangirls Attack!
Part Five: The Aftermath AKA The Real End
Legolas awoke in Minas Tirith, though he had no idea how he'd gotten there. The last thing he remembered was waking in a room surrounded by young human girls in odd clothes speaking an equally odd language. He stood and shook his head. He knew he wasn't hallucinating, but he had no explanation for what had happened. In fact, he couldn't even remember how he had come to be in that room anyway.
As Legolas walked up to the Citadel of Minas Tirith he saw Aragorn. Perhaps he would believe the utterly unbelievable story. It was Aragorn, however who initiated conversation.
"Legolas, where have you been?"
"I was captured…"
"Captured, by whom?"
"I somehow doubt you would believe me even if I did tell you."
"Well, I suppose you can only know that if you actually tell me what happened."
And with that Legolas recounted all of the story he could recall. As he finished, Aragorn let loose a long laugh.
"Very amusing, my friend."
"I do not lie. That is what happened, though I fear there is some part of the tale I do not remember."
"You, kidnapped? With your elven ears and eyes, forgive me if I find the story a stretch. But come, there are plans to be made."
Legolas sighed. He had a feeling this was something Aragorn would not let him forget.
Thanks for reading I hope you got a giggle from it.
ElvenSailorGirl