Mirkwood Royalty - Chapter 2

Moriwen and Legolas waited for several weeks before they received word that Mithrandir was on his way. When the wizard did arrive, Moriwen was excited beyond words to see him again.

"Mithrandir," the princess squealed as he rode up to the palace doors. She held her dress so that the hem of her skirt was lifted off the ground and ran down the steps to greet him. Legolas followed behind in a much more patient gait.

"Mithrandir, I'm so glad to see you," Moriwen said, wrapping her arms around the old man.

"You too, child. I see that things are beginning to set themselves straight again," Mithrandir said, looking over her shoulder and at Legolas.

Legolas sighed.

"Yes. Some things are."

"Where-as, some things are not. Such as Rivendell being destroyed beyond repair," Mithrandir told the prince.

Moriwen looked down at the ground. She knew that it was her fault, no matter what Legolas said to try and make her think otherwise.

"Lady Galadriel has already offered a home for all every elf from Rivendell. And Elrond has sent many men and women out to Fanghorn to ask Treebeard's permission to live there. Hopefully, everything will soon return to normal," Mithrandir concluded.

The three stood in silence for a moment.

"May I ask why you called for me, Legolas?" Mithrandir asked.

"Moriwen and I want to know if you know how she got here," Legolas answered.

"Well, Legolas... It all started when her mother and father-."

"You know what I mean, Gandalf! How did she get to Middle-earth?"

Moriwen laughed at seeing Legolas blush at what Mithrandir had said.

"Oh, of course. Yes, that was my doing. It was quite a spell to transport her all the way from earth to Middle-Earth. Why do you ask?"

"I would like to take Legolas to Earth. You know, show him around New York City. If it's possible, that is," Moriwen said.

Mithrandir looked at both of them. He knew that it was possible, but he also knew of what kind of world that Moriwen came from. He was sure that, even though she was female, Moriwen could take care of herself. But, Legolas on the other hand, he was used to things on Middle-Earth, where you can SEE what is evil. He can fight well with many weapons, but he had never seen a gun. Moriwen was a master of fighting mentally, using her words to disarm her opponent. Legolas knew only how to use steel. The worlds were so different, but, perhaps this would be a good experience for the Crowned Prince. Perhaps, it would be good for him if he learned about his wife's world.

"It is possible. But, who would take care of your son, Megan?" Mithrandir asked.

"We have asked my friend, Garion, and his wife if they could watch him. They have three other children, and would know how to take care of him," Legolas answered.

"Well, Legolas are you sure you want to go? It is a very different world,'" Mithrandir cautioned.

"Yes. Moriwen has convinced me that it would be very...interesting. I wouldn't miss going for the world," Legolas assured him.

"Alright then. I'll have the spell ready for you tomorrow. But for tonight, might I suggest that you two get some rest. Though, you will be unconscious for the journey, the arrival will be very tiresome."


In the morning, Moriwen helped Legolas get ready.

"I look like a freak," Legolas complained as his wife fixed his hair. He was wearing all black. Black leather pants, black boots and Moriwen's black concert shirt.

"Of course you do. That's what I'm going for, honey."

Moriwen, herself, was dressed in her black cargo pants and a tight, blood red shirt. Her hair was down and she wore a spiked necklace that she had found in her pocket.

Legolas groaned. Every-time he looked at his wife, he couldn't help but think of how...evil she looked. Of course, he didn't think that SHE was evil, just her outfit.

"Mithrandir says that he is ready, Your Highnesses," a maid said, coming in the room.

"Thank you," Legolas answered, not looking up. So far, every-time he moved, Moriwen would pull his hair.

"Okay, done," Moriwen said, turning Legolas around so that he could see himself in the mirror. His ears WERE covered up. When Moriwen saw him, she thought about how evil HE looked. Then, with a horror, she thought about how much he resembled his brother.

"So, am I ready to go now?" Legolas asked with a smile.

"Yes, but there is something else we must discuss. The name `Legolas' isn't exactly a...human name. Now, I can go by Megan, my real name. But you, you need a different name. It's hard to come up with a name similar to yours, and the only one I could come up with was `Luke". Will that work?" Moriwen asked, biting her lip.

Legolas thought for a moment. `Luke'?

"Sure, that'll be fine," he finally answered.

Moriwen smiled, and Legolas and her walked to Mithrandir's room, where he was waiting.

When they got there, Mithrandir handed each of them a glass of some green liquid. Moriwen and Legolas both sniffed it before drinking. It smelled like herbs and flowers, not at all an unpleasant smell. It tasted like fresh sage and ginger. A few minutes after they drank it, both of them fell asleep on the couch where they sat.


"Oh, my gosh!" Megan squealed when she sat up. She was in an apartment that, she assumed, Mithrandir had known was empty. She stood up and ran to the window. It was a little after noon on a rainy day in New York City.

"Where are we?" Legolas asked, cringing when he heard a loud clash of metal coming from outside.

"We're in New York City! My old home," Megan answered excitedly.

"What was that noise?"

"That, my dear Legolas, was the sound of a car-crash. Don't worry, it appears to be just a fender-bender," Megan explained.

She looked over her shoulder at her husband, who sat on the floor with a confused look on his face.

"Oh, goodness," Moriwen exclaimed. "Come here!"

Legolas stood up and walked over to the window, beside his wife.

"That's a car," Megan said, pointing out the window at a red Grand-Prix.

"What is it used for?"

"To carry people. It's a form of transportation. I used to have a car. A 2002, black Chevy Trailblazer. You don't know what that is, but it is a fairly good car. Technically, it's not a car, but I am not going to try and confuse you with technicalities."


"Well, come on! We have to go get some money before we can do anything else."

Legolas gave her a confused look as she took out about ten elven coins. They were about one and a half inch in diameter and about half an inch thick.

"This should be about one hundred thousand
dollars. More than enough for now, so how `bout we take only five? That would be 50,000. Let's just do that," Megan muttered.

"And what exactly are you doing?" Legolas asked as she headed toward the door.

"Oh, I'm going to a pawn shop to..." Megan's voice trailed off as she saw a piece of parchment on the floor. She picked it up and read it.

This apartment has been payed for. You wont need to pay rent for two months, but by then you should have enough money. I hope you and Prince Legolas have a good time while in New York.

"What is that?" Legolas asked, walking over to Megan.

"It's a note from Mithrandir. He just wanted to tell us to have fun," Megan answered, putting the note in her pocket. "Now, come on! We have to go get some money so that we can get you some REAL clothes. I could use more than one outfit, myself."

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