Trapped
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"Gandalf, may I please speak with you?" I asked once everyone else had fallen asleep.
"Of course, my dear boy. What do you need?" Gandalf replied, clearing his throat.
"See, I'm-" What, from a different world? I'm actually an actor? "I... I had a vision."
"An Elven vision?" He didn't seem completely fooled by my story, but he was at least listening.
"We were heading over the pass of Caradhas, and snow was beating us back. We then went to the Mines of Moria, where Gimli's uncle laid. Orcs ambushed all of us, and we were attacked by a Balrog. You, in fact, died." I didn't know what else to say. The entire script?
"Legolas... do you truly expect me to believe this? It's very detailed, and to my knowledge, Elf visions are not supposed to last long."
"I'm serious, Gandalf! I have more to tell!" I insisted, and he quieted down.
"Go on."
"Boromir died after you did. Both Pippin and Merry were taken to Isengard..." Gard, gagagagard.
"With Saruman?"
"Saruman is evil, and... Oh, so many things, Gandalf!" I tried persuading the gray wizard, who rubbed his beard thoughtfully.
"Interesting. Well, allow me to think about it. For now, I'll get some rest. You should, too." I consented, as I was getting tired.
"Good night, Gandalf."
"You as well, Legolas." I wasn't even a bit surprised that we were ambushed in the morning.
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Happy Easter, and a (very very) short chapter! Sorry, this isn't really much at all, but I needed to do this.
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Trapped
FanfictionOrlando Bloom says hello to his cast mates and dons the blonde wig. The stylist applies the makeup and pointed ears. They put in the bright blue contacts. They film the scenes, he removes the costume and sleeps. It's a normal routine. However, when...
