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An Undying World
Chapter 5: Hobbits
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Legolas was confused, so very confused. The two people he knew contradicted each other. Gandalf said there were no Hobbits, he thought, but Elessar said there were. If there were Hobbits, why wouldn't Gandalf tell me? Is Elessar just trying to confuse me? I don't get it, too much thinking, head hurts...
Sighing for the umpteenth time that day, the elf lay his head in his hands. All this thinking hurt his brain. He wondered if he really had gotten a concussion, thinking didn't normally hurt... Did it? Maybe it was just thinking about things he didn't understand. Only way to know is to ask Gandalf, his mind kept telling him, but he didn't want to. He'd already asked so many questions he felt like Pippin.
Pippin? Oh, great, now he was back on the topic of Hobbits. Legolas didn't want to think about Hobbits right now. In fact, Legolas didn't want to think at all, thinking hurt.
He groaned and lay down on his stomach, covering his head with the pillow. A knock sounded. The elf groaned again, "Elessar go away, I don't want to talk to you anymore," he whined.
"Es na Elessar," Wait, the elf recognized that accent. He sat up abruptly, oh, bad idea, head rush. The prince shook his head to clear it and took a look at the four figures standing in the doorway. "But 'e tol' us we should coom an' meet ye."
Pippin? Legolas was just thinking about Pippin, but he would be dead by now. And yet there he was, well, accept the Pippin he remembered was at least two feet shorter.
"Are ye all roight?" The hobbit asked.
" 'E looks confused," another piped up.
"He probably is," a third added, "People seem to get like that around Pipp."
"Shut oop."
Legolas shook his head, finally coming back out of his trance, "I'm sorry."
" 'E can talk."
"Et's aloive!"
"Don't be stupid of course he's alive."
"Shut oop."
"Shut up yerself."
The hobbit's didn't seem to get along quite as well as Legolas had remembered. Not to mention they were ignoring him, something the prince was not used too anymore. The clearing of his throat caused them to look back at him, all at the same time. "Umm..." He stuttered, "Could you, tell me your names?"
They blinked for a moment as if comprehending a strange language. He had spoken Westron... Right?
"Sorry 'boot tha'! I guess we got carried away," The foremost spoke, "Mah name's Pipp. Er... Pippin MacTook," he wore jean shorts and a T-shirt, white with black sleeves and the words 'Hobbit Forming' written across the front.
"An' I'm Michael MacTook," the second piped up, "No relation tae this wanker," he said, gesturing to Pippin. Now, Legolas may have believed this, had the two not looked exactly the same.
"But you can call him Merry," the third said.
Merry mumbled something under his breath that Legolas could hear because of his sharp elven hearing, "Because that's really my name, stoopid gardener."
"Name's Sam, Sam Gardener," he smiled, "And that's Nessa. Don't talk to her," he pointed to the fourth hobbit, a girl.
"She'll jest swear at ye."
"Or hit ye wi' a mallet."
"Or a crowbar," the other two hobbits visibly winced at that comment, "But that's not the point."
"Yeah. Ye Know aur names, but we don know yers."
Legolas couldn't help but laugh at the hobbit's good humor. A smile lit his face as he spoke, "Well met," he chimed, "You are correct. It seems I'd forgotten we were still on uneven terms. I am Legolas Greenleaf," the smile however left his face. He noticed that the hobbits were now staring at him, just because of the mention of his name.
None said anything for a bit, it seemed the hobbits had lost their sense of speech. Merry was the first to recover, "The Legolas Greenleaf?" he questioned, "Of the Fellowship, archer extrodonare, prince of Mirkwood?"
Legolas was at a loss for words.
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There ya go! ^_^ Now, like I said in that note it's school finals this week so I don't have a lot of time to write. I have to study my arse off to get good grades. So no guarantees that I'll get the next chapter out on sunday. Review plz!