Title: A Trip in Leggie's Shoes
Chapter 8: Legolas Wins!
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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Ten minutes later, a hand grabbed my shoulder and hauled me up. It
was Boromir; he spun me around to face him. I found he had a smug look on
his face.
"Unfortunately, Elf, we must untie your legs seeing as we shan't
bother to carry you."
He bent down and untied my legs, and I gingerly lifted my feet away
from the rope. As soon as he stood up though, my mind was made up. I didn't
care what was going to happen, I was going to get away from the Fellowship.
Now.
I turned aside quickly and found the hand once again slamming down on
my shoulder and holding me rooted to the spot.
"And don't think you can get away from us, we aren't about to let a
crazy elf run about and give away our position."
I curled up my lip, but this proved to be a mistake. Boromir seized
my face in his other hand and held it firmly, pinching my hollow cheeks and
making them throb with pain.
"Do you hear me, you ungrateful little prince? You will remain silent
and obedient, and we will deal with you once we reach Moria. Is that
understood?"
I closed my eyes as his grip tightened. I breathed heavily out of my
nose. Perhaps I would have answered him, but I couldn't due to the fact
that his hand was cutting off the air to my mouth.
Suddenly he released both my face and shoulder and I bowed my head
down, letting fresh blood flow back to my poor cheeks. My Elven senses felt
eyes upon me, and I looked up to see the rest of the company standing in
single file in front of me.
"Let us...move on," sighed Gandalf. Boromir struck my back hard, and
I fell heavily forward, barely able to catch my footing. I look back
angrily.
"Move," he commanded, returning the glare.
I whipped back around and walked forward, with Aragorn tromping in
front of me. We soon passed out of the small patch of trees near which we
made camp, and came to a rocky path, which would soon lead us to the cliffs
of Moria.
******
We had not traveled more than two hours when my heart could not take
this humility any longer. I dropped onto my knees on the ground, my wrists
raw from rubbing on the ropes.
"Move, you stubborn elf!" cried Boromir, slapping my face hard. I
left my head turned to the side where he had hit it, and a single tear ran
down Legolas's reddened cheek. If only I could have seen what I looked like
at the moment, I would have cried if I hadn't already been doing so. The
tear continued to run down until it fell silently onto the dirt.
Aragorn must have seen this, for he came over sternly. "Boromir,"
Aragorn said in a firm voice. Boromir gave him a look that awaited his
commands of how to dispose of me. But Aragorn said no such thing. "Release
him."
Boromir drew his eyebrows together, gave me a hateful look, then
tromped away to join the company without looking back.
Aragorn knelt down on one knee in front of me. "I do not believe that
you are crazy, but I know there is more to you than it seems. Say nothing
now, we will discuss this later tonight. I ask that you compose yourself
for the time being. But I expect you to tell me everything in the later
hours. No elf cries without reason, and I know what I have seen is not
reason enough." With that, he stood up and walked to the other side of me.
He untied my hands, and as soon as they were free I clutched them close to
my chest, as if the fires of pain could be put out that way. Aragorn walked
forward, then looked back at me. I looked up at him in disbelief. Then he
turned and walked after Boromir.
I slowly rose to follow. I was overwhelmed with thoughts: the unusual
behavior of Aragorn towards me, the abuse of Boromir, how I could make
Aragorn believe what Frodo didn't, and the dreaded thought of Moria drawing
ever near. I swallowed hard as I stepped forwards on the rocky path. I was
in deep shit.
******
That night, the night before we arrived at Moria, we were camped a
few miles away from the cliffs. As Sam stayed up to keep watch and the
others fell asleep, Aragorn grabbed me by the arm and pulled me away from
the company to a small space behind some boulders. We sat down on the
ground, and he gave a gesture silently commanding me to explain. I took a
deep breath and held it in with a big smile on my face, but when he stared
unblinkingly back at me, my face fell and I let the breath out slowly
through my nose.
"Okay, okay. I'm not Legolas, I'm having an out of body experience,
and I'm really a female from an alternate dimension who wished to come to
Middle Earth and accidentally ended up in this beautiful elf body in this
accursed situation," I said in one breath, rather annoyed. Then I hunched
over and clamped my mouth shut, giving Aragorn a look that said 'Are we
done?'
Aragorn sighed and stared tranquilly back at me. The wind tugged at
my hair a bit. Aragorn stared. I scratched my neck. Aragorn stared. I
raised an eyebrow. Aragorn stared.
"Yeah, and anyway I was hoping I could get out of this situation but
unfortunately I can't until the movie's over and you can't help me either
cause you have no idea what a movie is and have no idea that you're really
someone named Viggo and I'm really named Orlando except not cause I'm not
Orlando, I'm some freak from Texas who needs to get over herself and her
obsession with him but I suppose that's how I ended up like this, me being
stupid and wishing I could be here with him and then get the wrong end of
the deal cause you have no idea what it's like loving a mirror and not
something physically alive and dude, stop staring at me cause you're really
starting to scare me," I said, drawing back a bit with my hand pulled close
to me.
"That's fairly, interesting. I suppose I couldn't believe you except
for the fact that an elf like you is so incredibly ludicrous that it must
be at least half way true. Legolas, you may be out of you're mind." Aragorn
said, touching my knee.
"Uh, well he is out of his mind, yes, and I don't know where he is,
actually, but I'm not Legolas. But you can call me that. They used to call
me that even when I wasn't him. Go figure. Anyway, I know the entirety of
this journey because I don't want to tell you this, but you're living a
lie. Well, maybe not, since this is sort of some weird movie universe, but
back where I lived, I have watched this over and over and over. I know
everything that will be said at certain times, at least in the parts that
were, shall we say, "documented." Eh, never mind. The point is, I'm not
him, but I can be of help to you."
"You're positive about this, not another joke?"
"Oh, actually, yes, it is a joke." I wasn't about to pull another
stupid. And besides, it would spoil my fun. Heh, what a goober!
"Legolas! We're getting nowhere!"
"Did you even catch any of what I said before?"
"Not really."
"Good. Get your hand of my leg."
"Sorry."
"Okay, the real reason is.." I at least had to tell a half-truth.
"I'm scared about dying, Aragorn. I can't defend myself! I can't shoot an
arrow...that's all there is too it. And I know that by the time we reach
Moria, it will be vital that I use it. Can you like train me or something?"
"Uh, you're supposed to be one of the best archers in Mirkwood."
"Yes! Yes! I know that! But pretend for a minute you don't know that!
Can I show you and can you tell me what I'm doing wrong?"
"Whatever, Legolas."
I stood up, took out my bow, and drew an arrow. I looked around for a
target, but there wasn't much around to hit in the spanse of rocks.
Finally, I settled on the first tree in sight, which was actually far, far
away from us. I released my arrow, and it gracefully jumped out of the
bowstring and plopped at my feet.
"Go me!" I said in a really high-pitched voice. "See?????"
Aragorn stared at me in awe. "You..you forgot!?"
"YES! OKAY!? I forgot how to shoot a frickin' arrow!"
"No! No! Not that! Legolas, you must have been through some head
trauma!"
"Wait, what? What's your point?" I said, lowering my bow.
"You're right handed!" he said, saying it as if it was the most
obvious statement in the world.
"Oh! Oh heh heh heh..." I said pathetically. I pulled out another
arrow and fit it to my bow using my right hand, not something I was used
to. I drew it back carefully, then let it fly. It whizzed past us and hit
the far tree in the direct center, perfectly set into it.
"I win!" I cried happily.
"You still afraid of dying?"
"Nah, I'm good," I said, putting my bow back in. How could I have not
figure out I was right handed!? I had even drawn a picture! But then I
realized that my drawing had been driven by emotions, and I seriously
wouldn't have known or cared which hand I had been using. However when it
came to learning a new skill which required hand eye coordination, I
naturally used my left.
Aragorn started to leave. "Wait!" I said in a halted whisper. He
turned and awaited what I had to say. "Suppose if I didn't bother you
specifically anymore, do you think I could, ya know, act like I used to?"
"Um, whatever you want..." sighed Aragorn. Whether he meant it or
not, I didn't care. This was direct permission for me to misbehave.
"Yes!" I cried, pulling my fist to my side in victory. In the
morning, Boromir would pay for his insolence. Ohhhhhhhh yes.
TBC