Started: 04-17-03 Completed: 04-27-03
It was a huge poster of Legolas in his warrior clothes from the grand movie ‘Lord of the Rings’. She fell in love with Legolas since she watched Part One of the Trilogy, and she was crazy about him ever since. Every time a topic about the movie was mentioned, she would not hesitate to discuss about Legolas or to find out more about him.
As soon as she stepped into her cozy home (which she lived alone ever since her parents went to work overseas), she heard a loud thud, like someone falling from a high spot. She was startled. Could it be that someone has broken into her house? A thief? A perverted molester? She feared the worst. Armed with a 500-paged thick textbook, she crept slowly towards her room, where the sound came from.
Once she reached her room and peeked in, she was in for a big shock. There, shimmering in white light, slowly dimming, was a man wearing warrior clothes of the medieval times. His clothes were made out of somewhat half-leather-half-cloth, with boots made out of rare, unknown material. When he stood up, he was a head taller than Toronto. He has absolutely magnificent golden-blonde hair and striking green eyes, like the colour of polished emeralds. His face was flawless and fair, smooth as a baby’s skin, and the tip of his ears were pointed.
“Le…Legolas…?” Toronto stammered, dropping the thick book she was using as a weapon. The man stared at her and spoke to her in a foreign tongue. Toronto recognized that language. It was the Ancient Speech—the Elvish language. She had to struggle to reply him.
“Uh…In English, please? As in…the Human Tongue?”
The blonde man gave her a scrutinizing look and took a deep breath. As he exhaled, he asked, “Can you understand me now?”
“Uh, yeah, perfectly. Who…are you?” Toronto asked back, not sure if she was right.
“I am Legolas Greenleaf, Elf Prince of Mirkwood,” the blonde replied proudly, full of royalty air.
“Le…Legolas Greenleaf? Are you serious? You’re the Elf Prince Legolas Greenleaf from Mirkwood?!” Toronto was overwhelmed by his presence.
“Where…Where am I?” The blonde asked, looking around.
“Uh…you are at my house in my room. What are you doing here, anyway?” Toronto asked, blushing red.
“I…I don’t know…I was fighting with Aragorn and Gimli at Helms Deep,” he replied, massaging his temples, “Then…Then all of a sudden I was engulfed by a bright light…I was absorbed into the light…and I got here…”
The man seemed so confused and muddled up. Toronto wanted to go near him and comfort him but before she could do anything, he glared at her with angry but fantastic-looking eyes and brandished his sword to her neck.
“What the…?” Toronto was shocked beyond words.
“Are you one of Saruman’s henchmen?” The blonde demanded, sticking the pointed end dangerously at her throat.
“Ex…Excuse me? I don’t know what are you talking about!”
“Are you in the league with the Dark Lord Sauron?” He glared at her even more viciously, like he was going to make his dinner course.
“I can assure you, I am neither of those things you’ve just said. Your Saruman and Sauron does not exist here. Now put down that sword so that I can explain myself,” Toronto tried to negotiate with the blonde before he slit her throat.
“I like it better this way,” He smirked as he pressed the pointed end closer.
“GET THAT SWORD OUT OF MY THROAT BEFORE I REPORT YOU FOR HOMICIDE!!!” Toronto yelled, portraying her 250dsb voice. She always yelled when she was frustrated or stressed out. The blonde winced and put away his sword, still keeping a watchful eye over her.
“Alright, mortal, explain.”
Toronto coordinated herself before replying, “Look, I have no idea how you got here in the first place. I’m just a normal girl with no magic or any other gizmoes I can spare. I’m also as surprised as you are. But as far as I’m concerned, you came out from that poster.”
The man who claimed himself as Legolas glanced at the poster which was now only a blank piece of paper. He frowned and said, “I do not come from that parchment.”
“Suit yourself. The fact is you’re here, and that’s that.”
Legolas was silent for a while before asking, “What is this place anyway? Why are you living in a weird castle?”
“This is not a castle, this is an apartment. My apartment. My home. My domain.”
“What…world have I landed into…?” He looked out the window, settling his eyes on more concrete buildings outside.
“You have entered the 21st century. This is the future, where everything hear is as easy as pushing a button. Middle Earth might turn out like this in a few thousand years’ time. That is, if you elves live long enough to stand this type of civilization.”
“What do you mean? Don’t elves exist here?” He looked at me in surprise.
“Unfortunately, no. Hate to burst your bubble, Legolas, but in this world, I don’t think guys like you exist. No Hobbits, no dwarves, no elves, nothing. Only humans exist.”
“Not even Orcs and Uruk-hai?”
Toronto shook her head.
Legolas looked lost for a moment there. He sat on Toronto's bed, his eyes going blank. Toronto was able to understand how he felt. He was shipped into a completely different world for no apparent reason and found out that in this world, his kind was only a figment of humans’ imagination. If she were to experience the same thing, she would definitely react just like him. She blushed as she continued staring at the perfectly shaped elf. He was so perfect, so flawless and so young that it was hard for to believe that he was already a few thousand years old. His eyes looked magnificent even though it was blank. She was mesmerized by Legolas’ handsome face.
Slowly, he got up and moved towards the radio, asking timidly, “What is this contraption?”
Soon, she found herself introducing everything in her house to him; from her TV to her mechanical pencil. Toronto laughed in her heart as she felt like a mother teaching a child. She couldn’t believe that she was actually in close contact with her dream prince—and an Elf Prince at that. After much explanation and a short tour around her home, Legolas finally settled down. He looked much more relaxed as he sat back on Toronto’s bed.
“Now you be a good elf and stay there,” Toronto ordered. “I’ll fix myself for a sec, OK?”
Legolas nodded. Toronto giggled silently, beginning to enjoy the idea of manipulating him who didn’t know a thing about her world. She trotted quickly to the master bedroom (via her parents’ room) and flung herself onto the bed, tossing and turning in full blissfulness. She has never felt so elated before in her life.
“The guys will definitely flip over him!” She said out loud.
“What is it, mortal? Did you summon me?” Legolas called from her room. Obviously, the legend about elves having very sharp ears were true.
“Nothing, Legolas. Just stay there!” She called back and giggled again. She felt so happy that she didn’t want to care about the rest of the world anymore. She was glad that she didn’t whack him with her textbook in the first place.
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