Darkness surrounded our elf prince as he felt himself rising up and up and up and up and up and up and up.
Ok not that high up but still up.

Suddenly light! Bright light flashed and Legolas hissed and covered his eyes as he imitated Gollum. Voices. He heard voices.

"Bring up the Greenie!" Shouted one.

"That's Greenleaf to you!" Shouted our prince as he was pulled up and dropped to the ground.

As he stood and brushed himself off the boys stared in awe at the giant.

"What's with his hair?" Whispered one.

"Get a look at those wings- I mean ears."

The boys didn't even bother to hide their laughter.

"You dare to laugh in the presence of Legolas Greenleaf?" He made his eyes squint and stare far off, like in the movies.

"Is that your name?" Asked one with a laugh.

Legolas glared and was ready to pull out an arrow when he suddenly remembered.

"I'm in a.... fandom. And a very uncultured one at tbat."

Simple wood buildings, simple animals, simple boys dressed as formal orcs going out to tea.

Lol- sugarcube? Sorry had to.

"I believe I'm not in Middle Earth anymore." Groaned the Elf.

Legolas was automatically given a tour of the place by some short kid who liked to talk alot. He barely stopped himself from asking the boy how the Shire was these days.

"What is this place?" Legolas asked instead.

"We call it the Glade."

"Ah. Well it's no Greenwood but-"

The boy was giving him strange looks and of course you can't blame him. It's not everday a random elf arrives randomly in a random fandom in a super random book like this written by a random me and being read this instance by random readers. I may have just lost control.

"So uh what's is your name?" Asked Legolas as he tried to seem as normal as this story gets. (I found this amusing having just put in the above paragraph)

"Chuck."

"I am Legolas, Son of Thranduil, prince of the Greenwood."

Chuck raised an eyebrow. "Right. Well you get some grub from Frypan over there and I'll catch up with you later."

Chuck hurrued off and Legolas, who was disappointed when the boy didn't bow before him, stalked off to find this cooking Frypan.

To be continued!
Thoughts, thoughts, thoughts???