Legolas sat in the dirt cell of his prison. For the first five minutes of captivity, he cleverly planned his escape. The next five minutes he skillfully plotted just how he would kill this so called 'Griever' and what he would put the blood in. The remaining five minutes he spent carefully braiding his hair. Legolas was about to ponder on his friends when suddenly a figure stepped in front of the bars.

Reader- whoa, is that like your longest paragraph?

Me- I believe so.

"Hey." A sassy voice said.

The elf looked up to see a boy with both attitude and an over excessive hair gel habit.

"Greetings Minho." Returned Legoland as he finished his final braid.

"You know me?!" Asked Minho.

"It's a looooonnnnngggggggg story." Said Legolas as he drug out the word.

The boy sat down cross legged and said, "Congratulations. You've caused the biggest uproar this Glade has ever seen, and that's saying something."

Legolas jumped up, hitting his head on the dirt ceiling in the process. "I did nothing."

The boy gave a chuckle. "Yeah, sure. Whatever you say."

Minho stopped, but then continued.  "So I've heard from Alby, or King Alby, that you have the nerve to want to be a runner on your first day."

"More than anything! I must complete my quest! Will you help my escape this foul cell?"

Minho scratched the back of his head. "It's not so bad in there. It's probably the safest place in this whole place. But yeah, I'll let you out."

Legolas bowed deeply in reverence. His long braids cascaded in his face. In the process, a worm who dreamt of being a griever, inched his way into the elf's braid.

Legolas stood up properly again and asked, "You are not angry with these horrible things everyone says I said?"

"Dude, this is the Glade! Everyone says crazy stuff here."

The cell door opened and Legolas leapt out. He then spotted his elvish bow with his elvish eyes and elvishly dashed to it. Unfortunately Minho had left out a few minor details of this so called 'uproar'.

Where peace and order once flourished, a large bonfire burned in the center of the Glade. The boys all painted their faces and chests with war paint. There was tribal shouting and hollaring. One group was even carrying a long pole, in which a young Glader was tied to it.

"Did I do all this?" Legolas asked.

Suddenly he both heard and saw a horrible thing! A savage Newt was running right toward him!!

"I'll give you your own page 250!" Newt cried in a crazy rage.

Eager reader- stop! No savage Newt!!

Me- Hey, don't blame me. It's all Glitter's doing.

Critical reader- you wrote Glitter's part!

Me- that is beside the point.

Legolas then heard Minho calling.

"Run into the Maze! I'll cover for you! Kill a Griever for me!!"

Legolas found himself giving a three finger salute, even though he had no idea what it meant. Then he took off. Running through the immense doors.

He just made it through when the doors closed tightly behind him. Legolas went into complete hunter mood and carefully made his way further in.

It took no time before the elf prince heard the tale tell sound of a griever. Sadly, the elf did not know of the sound, so he kept going. He stopped at a corner.

'I feel an evil presence!' Thought the prince.

At that moment the Griever-dreaming worm flew out of the braid and rushed at the Griever, as fast as a worm can rush anyway. He meant to be welcomed. To be greeted. To be loved. To become one with the Griever.

Reader- getting a little carried away?

Me- it's getting emotional. Shush.

The worm's dreams and ambitions were quickly crushed as the worm was suddenly crushed beneath a Griever.

Neither Griever nor Elf noticed or heard the pitiful screams of last parting words of the worm.

Legolas at once fired an arrow at the monster. The arrow only bounced off though. The elf then tried another tactic. His knife. With one leap, he stood atop the griever's slimy head and drove in the knife.

The scream was loud and horrifying. The boys in the Glade never heard it though because of their Lord of the Flies role play thing. The Griever fell and collapsed to the ground.

Legolas retrieved his knife, which was now covered in lime green blood. The elf smiled and instantly vanished from the Maze Runner fandom, having successfully completed his quest.

To be continued.....

Haha! Our first item retrieved!!! Aren't elves awesome?!