Trapped

Chapter 1

Just a normal day of filming... I think when I wake up, the alarm clock buzzing in my ears.

"I'm up, I'm up..." I say to the loud clanging, and shut it off.

Three knocks on the door.

"Orlando? We've got to get ready for the next scene!"

"I know, I'm getting ready!" I reply to the man outside, who continues to wake the other actors. I shiver, wishing I was back under my blankets. But I pull on a white shirt and jeans, anyways. Looking in the mirror, I nod in approval and head out with a bar of granola. It's unappealing stuff, but otherwise I wouldn't eat. We were on a tight schedule.

"Mr. Bloom? We've got to get your prosthetics ready immediately. There's no time to waste!" My stylist rushes up to me. Personally, I think that we could afford to get up a little later, but it was a routine now. At least I was used to it.

She seats me down and I'm passed off to several other stylists, each responsible for different areas of makeup. One attaches the bright blonde-silver wig while another applies the pointy ears. After a few hours, I'm ready to go.

As I leave the makeup department, I pick up my costume and slide into the now-familiar Legolas attire. Elijah is nearby, getting his own outfit for Frodo.

"Hello, Elijah!" I call out cheerfully as I pull the Lorien cape around my shoulders.

"Orlando, what's up?" He greets, tying the belt around his middle.

"Address me properly, lowly Hobbit!" I joke, and Elijah sweeps into a bow.

"Forgive me, Your Highness Greenleaf. I meant no disrespect." We laugh heartily and finish dressing when Andy Serkis comes into the room.

"Come, Bagginses and Elfses! Filmses starts soon!" He hacks away like Gollum and rushes out. I have to admire that man, always in-character and eager. Elijah and I exit the costume area and make for the filming stage.

"Orlando, Elijah, there you are!" Peter's voice draws my attention. He checks his clipboard. "Okay, Elijah, you're wanted over there in your scene with Shelob. Orlando, go stand by Viggo and the others. You'll be going on a helicopter ride today."

I groan. I hated the helicopters, though not as much as Sean did. He'd trekked up miles of snowy mountains to get to the scene area.

"Got it." I walk over to my friends, already in costume. "Ready to go?" They both agree, and we are carried over the hills to a remote location in New Zealand for shooting. As much as I hated the ride, the scenery made up for it with marvelous views of the countryside.

"We are preparing to land, everyone stay in their seats." The captain orders. As if I would move an inch.

We land and file out of the doors, and Viggo pretends to slice off John's head.

"Filthy Dwarf!" I punch his shoulder playfully.

"Stupid Elf!" John retorts, and we're broken apart by a few of the cameramen.

"Places! Everyone start running!" I sprint across the mountainous terrain, while Viggo runs right behind me. John's body double is left behind, puffing his way over to us.

We repeat this for a bit, until one of the cameramen stops us.

"We're good to go! Let's go fly back to base and get some rest. We'll start fresh tomorrow. Got it?"

A chorus of various 'yes' and 'okays' ring out.

We eat on the way back and climb into our trailers after removing the wigs and costumes. I say goodnight to the cast, and flick off the light after going over my lines a bit.

"Goodnight." I say to no one in particular. That night, I dream of dragons and swords.

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"Legolas? Legolas, get up!" Damn, I must've overslept.

"Coming, Hugo!" I mutter, preparing to open my eyes.

"Hugo?" He asks in confusion. "Legolas, who, pray tell, is that?"

"It's yo-" I snap open my eyes to find- yep, Hugo Weaving, all dressed up as Elrond. I also find myself on one of the Rivendell prop beds. "When did I fall asleep here?" I wonder aloud, and Hugo looks impatient.

"Prince Legolas, the council is about to begin, and we would greatly appreciate your inclusion to represent the Elves."

"Yeah, give me a moment." I stretch and brush my long blonde hair out of my eyes. Wait... since when did I have blonde hair? And didn't we already do the Council of Elrond scene a few months ago?

As I move my hair experimentally, I feel a point. A shock of pain as I touch my ear, and tug at it.

"What are you doing?" Hugo shakes his head.

"Ah, Hugo- am I... dreaming?" I ask, looking down.

"Again, I am unclear who you are addressing as 'Hugo', but the others are waiting." I sit up, embarrassed.

"Where are Liv and Viggo?"

"I do wish you would stop using fictitious names, Prince Greenleaf. It is most confusing."

"Right, well, ah, Hugo-"

"I am not Hyoo-go. I am Elrond." He looks at me with concern. "Are you feeling ill?"

"Where am I?"

"Imladrîs. Rivendell. Your father sent you here to stand for the Mirkwood Elves."

"My... father?"

"Thranduil." Hugo feels my forehead. "Are you sure you have not fallen ill, Legolas?"

Not really. I pull at my ears one more time, expecting the fake tips to slide off, but all I get is pain. Was this a joke?

"Okay, guys, give it up, I got your joke, haha, not funny." I cross my arms.

"This is no joke, Legolas. I wish you would start behaving less like a child and more like the Elvish prince you are." I had one more test. Hugo didn't know the Sindarin Elvish language well, only simple words such as 'hello' and 'goodbye'.

"Suilad le, Orlando i eneth nín."

"Stop using those confusing names, Legolas! You are not Orlando, I am not Hyoo-go, and you must rise for the council!" He grumbles and stomps away.

All the signs were together. Hugo wouldn't have known what I just said- Hello to you, my name is Orlando.

I wasn't filming in New Zealand anymore.

I was somehow in Middle-Earth.

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-AGL