Trapped

Chapter 2

I walked over to... well, Elrond, and joined him in the council. I saw my friends around, Elijah and Sean as Frodo and Boromir. It struck me that these are not body doubles. These were actual Hobbits, and I was Legolas Greenleaf.

Boromir was already arguing about the Ring, about how it could be a blessing.

"The Ring answers to Sauron alone. He alone can wield it."

"And what would a Ranger know of this matter?" Boromir snarled.

You'll die later... I thought sadly. Unless...

Could I help change Middle-Earth's history? I struggled to remember my lines, but recalled just in time. Standing up, I pretended to be infuriated.

"This is no mere Ranger. This is Aragorn, son of Arathorn! You owe him your allegiance!"

"Gondor needs no king." Boromir looks at me with rage, and I know he'd like to pummel me into Orlando Bloombits, but if I truly was Legolas, then he wouldn't stand a chance.

"Then we have one choice. The Ring must be destroyed." Elrond spoke loudly.

"Well, what're we waiting for?" J- Gimli hobbled over to the Ring, swinging his axe.

That won't work...

His axe shatters, and I cover my sensitive ears. My hearing had certainly gotten better, and the noise was nearly deafening.

"The Ring cannot be destroyed by any mortal means. It must be taken deep into Mordor and cast into the fires from whence it came, in Mount Doom.

"I'll take it!" I piped up, but the others begin objecting. We argue, just as we did in rehearsal, and I play along, arguing with John- er, Gimli- about taking the Ring to Mordor.

Now that I saw it sitting there... I had never truly thought about how powerful the temptation to possess the Ring would be. I assumed it would be simple, but I understood now. I needed that Ring.

"I'll die before I see the Ring in the hands of an Elf!" Gimli yelled angrily, pounding his broken axe on the floor. I could see why Legolas despised Gimli so early on... he was absolutely nothing like the John I knew.

At least that's one thing that won't be hard to fake... I thought crossly. Hating him won't be a problem. But I might be able to win this one.

"I'll do it!" Elijah- well, Frodo- stood up on his chair. "I'll take the Ring to Mordor." My mind cleared as Aragorn kneeled in front of the Hobbit.

"You have my sword."

"And you have my bow." I chimed, striding over to the young Hobbit. It would take a while to get used to calling them by their character names, but I'd adjust. Such is the life of an actor.

"And my axe!" Gimli shouted.

"You mean the one you just shattered a moment ago trying to destroy the Ring?" I retorted scornfully. Wait... those weren't my lines! I thought worriedly. Luckily, nothing much happened, except that Gimli shot me a glare sharper than flint.

This was going to be harder than it seemed.

"Mister Frodo's not going anywhere without me!" All attention turned to behind Frodo, where a blonde-haired Hobbit climbed through the bushes.

"Sam!" Frodo grinned.

"It appears to be impossible to separate you two, even when he is summoned to a secret council and you are not." Elrond smiled faintly.

"Us too!" Billy and Dom- uh, Pippin and Merry ran around the stone pillars. Were those their lines? "You can't forget us! You need people of intelligence on this here mission. Quest. Thing." I was amused, seeing this actually occur.

"Nine companions..." Elrond noted as Boromir and Gandalf joined us. "You will be the Fellowship of the Ring!"

We walked away, and I felt a surge of pride to be part of the real Fellowship.

"Right or left?" Frodo whispered to Gandalf. He looked both ways, and muttered,

"Left."

Everything seemed normal enough, so I hadn't changed too much. I could prevent a few things, though.

"Gandalf, may I please speak with you?" I asked, bounding over to the old wizard.

"Yes, my boy. Are you in need of assistance?"

"Of a sort. Couldn't we take the eagles to Mordor?"

"Of course not! The Dark Lord would certainly spot them, and not only would we fall, the Enemy would have the Ring."

"But if someone were to distract the Eye?" Gandalf considered this.

"I still doubt this would be an effective solution, Legolas. Even if we managed to create a large enough distraction, the eagles wouldn't be too keen. We'd all be slaughtered before the Ring was destroyed."

I quieted down. I'd been wrong in the past about judging Gandalf for not taking the eagles. It had been a joke in the studios, about the eagles and Mordor. Teasing Sir Ian during breaks was a good way to pass time.

As we walked through Rivendell, a few female Elves giggled, pointing to me. One of them sat, clearly not wanting any part of that. Reading a book, the dark- haired she-Elf turned the page. She glanced up for a second with emerald green eyes, snorted, and looked down again.

"Ask him!" One pushed her friend.

"No, you do it!" They turned to the reading she-Elf. "Get her to do it!" A chorus of approvals.

"Stop it!" She growled, pushing them off and walking away.

Please, I thought. I'm already married to Miranda.

"Prince Greenleaf?" One stepped closer to me.

"Yes?" I answered coolly, trying to show disinterest.

"Would you... um..." She searched frantically for an excuse to speak to me. Luckily, Gandalf called me at the last second.

"My apologies, ladies. I must be on my way." I rushed out, and the she-Elves shrieked.

"Oh, by the stars, he actually spoke to you!"

"I think he loves me, Lielen! We're going to get married and I'll be a princess! Princess Aluviel!" She sighed ecstatically.

As... freaking... if. God, were all she-Elves this nuts? Probably. I wanted to slap them all. At least we're on our way out, now.

I took my first step into the bright forest, knowing that my real journey was beginning.

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If you think I got the lines wrong, deal with it. This is my version. Deal with it. I'm stressed. Can I get an encore? Deal with it. In this, Orlando was still filming the original LotR, so he was with Miranda. One more time, please- Deal with it.

Short chapter, but meh. Deal with it.

Haha, who noticed the cameo? Dedication to the first who gets it right! Both who and where they are!