Title: A Trip in Leggie's Shoes
Chapter 3: Setting Out with Lenord
Author: Audrey Ramirez
Contact: audreyramirez@aol.com
Rated: PG-13
Summary: What would happen if you got transported into the Lord of the Rings movie, it was real, and you were in Legolas's body....did I mention that you were utterly crazy too? Probably ruin his life...
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I heard a knock at the door. "Go away!" I grumbled into a pillow. I
opened my eyes. Light was shining through the windows. Morning.
"God, and I was having the most wonderful dream," I muttered. I
turned over on my side. A mirror lay pushed aside next to me on the bed.
"IT'S TRUE! IT'S ALL TRUE!" I yelled excitedly, then threw myself
against the mirror to kiss it good morning. "My
precioussssss...precioussssss." Sitting up, there Leggie was again, naked
but for the sheets, staring up at me. "I love you." I cooed to the
reflection.
"Ahem!"
I sprang from the bed. "What is it!? Who is it!?" I looked franticly
around. I had not noticed that Aragorn came in while I was kissing the
mirror.
"Um, sorry to.interrupt, but er." he said nervously, then covered his
eyes and pointed to me.
I looked down, then grabbed the sheets and rapidly wrapped them
around me. "Yes!?" I said impatiently, trying to get his mind off the sight
(no doubt beautiful sight) that he just saw.
"But.we were meaning to leave at eight o' clock sharp! You slept in!
We were all waiting for you downstairs! Finally they sent me to come get
you!" he said, in a frustrated tone.
"What time is it now?" I said sleepily, looking around the room for a
clock.
Aragorn traversed over to the window and looked out. "Why, it's
nearly.." He took a moment to examine the sun, "ten!"
"Wow." I said, "Magic! You can tell time by the sun's position!"
Aragorn raised an eyebrow. "Rangers need that skill.and I thought
that was a skill inherent in elves also.Just forget it! Where are your
things!?"
"Um..I forgot to pack." I began searching around for my bow and
quiver. They were in a corner near the door. My clothes were strewn about,
however the green tunic that went over the blue shirt was laid nicely out
on a chair in another part of the room. I smiled. The real Leggie must have
done that.
"Legolas! Why didn't you pack!? Hurry! We need to leave
Rivendell.TODAY!"
"Alright! Alright!" I looked around the room for things I would want
to take with me. I picked up the full-length mirror. "Okay! I'm all set!"
"Legolas!"
"What! Can't I take him with me!?"
"Who!?"
I set the mirror on the ground so that it reflected my entire self.
"Him.." I said dreamily.
"Why you vain little..ahem.no! You cannot take that-"
"Him!"
"Fine.HIM with you! Look, we can only put a small amount of items
from each member on Bill's back. He's just a pony! Gandalf said to pack
lightly! Take only what you need to survive! And get dressed for god's
sakes!" Aragorn said in a huff.
"Um.my shirt's got chocolate on it.should we send it to Russia?"
"What!? Russia!? What's that!? Why!?"
"Oh.I always thought Middle Earth people did their laundry in
Russia."
"No!" Aragorn growled. He marched over to the wardrobe next to the
bed and pulled out a clean shirt identical to the one I had been wearing
yesterday. "Good thing you brought a spare," Aragorn grumbled, tossing it
to me. "Do me a favor and get some pants on! I'm going downstairs but you
better be out at the front of Elrond's house in five minutes! And remember:
take only what you need to survive!"
******
Fifteen minutes later, I awkwardly came out of Elrond's front doors
carrying a bundle of things, including my quiver and bow.
Aragorn looked enraged. Most everybody was standing around impatiently.
"What took you so long! I said five minutes! And why aren't you wearing
your quiver and bow?"
"I couldn't get them on." I said pathetically.
"Where are your things?"
"Right here!" I said happily, shoving everything but my bow and arrow into
his arms.
"What!? What's with this!? A hand mirror!?"
"I know! I know! It's just not the same!" I said sadly. "But at least he's
in there."
"What else did you bring." he yelled, looking around at my things. "A
hairbrush! Elven shampoo! Tell me this is a joke!"
"Well excuuuussssse me, Mr. I-Only-Wash-My-Hair-Once-A-Year! Hygiene is
very important! It's all about the man in the mirror.I mean..elf!"
"At least he's wearing pants." Aragorn whispered to Boromir, who had drawn
up aside him to see what the commotion was about.
Boromir rolled his eyes, grabbed my bow and quiver, and fastened them to me
with all their leather and buckles. "Thaaaannnnk you!" I said, staccatoing
the "you."
Elrond was out with the fellowship, no doubt to see us off. "Now that
Legolas has graciously decided to honor us with his presence," Elrond said
sarcastically. "You may take your leave. Take care of yourselves,
especially you, young Frodo. We depend upon you. The fate of the world
depends upon you. Keep the ring safe, for if it falls into the wrong
hands..WHAT is so funny, Legolas!?"
I had been trying to stifle laughter during his speech, yet it was no easy
task. "You know, I was just thinking..if you switch.if.if." I was having
trouble getting it out while laughing. "If you switch the letters around in
your name, you can be Lenord!"
Silence. Boromir elbowed me hard in the ribs. "What!?" I said. "I happen to
find that highly amusing."
"Legolas, do you want to go on the quest or not!?" Elrond said, flaunting
the eyebrow magic.
"Ummm.let me think for a minute."
"Legolas, that was rhetorical. Just please compose yourself. We heard such
good things about you from your father. He was obviously wrong. You are
quite misbehaved."
"Shut up, Lenord. You don't know the half of it!"
"Elrond! And that's Lord Elrond to you!"
"Whatever! Just.look, can we go now?"
"Yes.." Elrond sighed furiously. "The fate of the world rests on you,
Frodo. Take strength from your protectors. I wish you a safe journey and
your success! Now be off! Good luck!"
And with that, we set off from Rivendell. We crossed the bridge that went
over the river in the valley, and while we were doing so we took in our
last glimpses of the Last Homely House.
*
TBC