A/N: Hello dear readers! This is my first shot at a crossover. That, and my first venture into the LOTR and Doctor Who waters. Wish me luck! *Nervous laugh*Do excuse any OOCness… though all criticism is encouraged.

It took me a while to decide which Doctor to place Legolas with, but I settled on 10, because I always enjoyed the way he could transition from humor to feels so quickly… Not to say 9 or 11 didn't, as it is the way with Doctor Who to bat around your emotions…. but I guess you never forget your first doctor! Although 10's time has long passed and we now welcome the era of 12, I hope you can still enjoy! I'd place this around the time between "Doomsday" and "The Runaway Bride."

Definitely AU in both realms, more so on LOTR's side… Anyways, enough ramblings on my side! Enjoy!

A Day in the Life

Legolas ruffled his hair and sighed. He leaned back on the couch and grabbed his glass of wine. Legolas made himself more comfortable and took a sip. He reached for the remote and clicked on the television. The news flickered into life. The elf deftly clicked through channels until he settled on the Olympics. Legolas rested his head in his free hand and took another sip of wine. He should've gone to the Olympics this time. Legolas chuckled softly to himself. He'd been to more Olympics than he could count. Even the first. Legolas sighed and took another sip of wine. "Archery," he mumbled to himself. "They should have archery back." Legolas gazed out the window of his apartment and looked down at the city lights. "Maybe I'd participate again," said Legolas with a wry smile. "It's here after all. Here in London." Legolas looked out of the city again, millions of lights like stars that fell down to earth and continued to glow. A buzz from the kitchen table caused Legolas to turn his head to the device, now lit up. He got up and looked at the screen.

Can you come in Saturday? An Ancient Greek codex, along with something curious.

Legolas sighed. "Another grocery list, probably." He set down his glasses, picked up his phone, and typed up a quick message. Yes. See you in the morning. Legolas ran his fingers through his hair. "I suppose I should retire," said Legolas to himself. The elf finished off his glass and set it in the sink. He re-corked the wine and placed it in the fridge. Humming softly to himself, Legolas tidied up his kitchen and living room. His phone buzzed again, this time a persistent one that signaled a call. Legolas looked at the caller ID and grumbled. "Yes?"

"Liam! It's Friday! Me and a couple mates are heading to the pub. Coming with?"

"I have work tomorrow, Will."

"Work? It's Saturday tomorrow. You choose stuffy old paper over a night out. Come on, I haven't seen you take a good break in a long time. You need to live while you're still young. The years are slipping away!"

Legolas chucked, "I think I have lived much and have plenty of time."

"Said the old man who regrets his youth!"

"Exactly," Legolas smiled.

"Sometimes I don't understand you. It's your mistake. See you later, pointy ears!" Will hung up and Legolas removed the phone from his ear. His fingers unconsciously skated over the tips of his ears. For thousands of years he told people it was a birth defect. When he had long hair, he'd try to cover them and even while he was Connor, he covered them with prosthetics. But in the end Legolas, no matter how hard he tried to become a man, couldn't completely shed his Elvish heritage. After all, he was the last of his kind. The last here to remember the time of the Elves. And when he forgot, the elves would fade away forever from this land. Never known as a reality, living only in the twisted legends.

Legolas shuffled into the bathroom and looked at his reflection in the mirror. "You need to live while you're young," Legolas scoffed as he repeated Will's words. "I live in eternal youth. I was part of the Fellowship of the Ring. The Prince of Eryn Galen. The ruler of Ilithien. I watched Empires rise and fall. And now, I work in a cave with relics of the pasts I've lived in. What am I doing with my life? A simple historian and an oddity with pointed ears." Legolas ruffled his hair again. "An oddity with short hair… and jeans," said Legolas with a twinge of disgust. "I don't think I'll ever get used to this short hair and human clothes."

Legolas got ready for bed and slipped under the covers. Removing a key from around his neck, he opened the drawer of the nightstand to reveal an assortment of old books and papers. Legolas reached in and grabbed a letter, carefully unfolding it with a great reverence. The elf smiled sadly as he cast his eyes upon the precise, steady handwriting of his father. Legolas read steadily, savoring every word, despite the fact he had memorized every word of every piece of paper in that drawer. He finished reading the note and gently folded back it up and reluctantly placed it in the drawer. Legolas switched off his light and sunk into his pillow. The elf gazed outside at the stars, although drowned out by the city, still gave him the same steady comfort throughout the years. He blinked slowly, noticing the sensation of transitioning from darkness to sight.

"The stars are bright tonight, father," murmured Legolas, switching into his native language. "Do I gaze upon the same stars that you do in Valinor? It would rest heavy heart to know that we may still be connected through the years, the distance." Legolas shifted his body and gazed at his ceiling. "Is mother well? And are all my other friends there, or wherever they may be well? I do hope, for that is all I can do." Legolas passed a hand over his face. "It is my selfish wish to see one I love again, to hold them. My foolish past-self thought time was his domain, for he could resist the call of the sea, see Middle Earth change, and be a part of that change." Legolas let out a sad laugh. "And now time is ever the enemy. What to do with too much time." He grumbled and readjusted himself again. "Enough torment with such heavy thoughts," said Legolas, admonishing himself. "Another day approaches." As the elf slipped off into his waking sleep, a mechanical wheezing, groaning noise encroached on the fringes of his hearing. Legolas brushed it off as city noise and let sleep take him, adding yet another day to his long years.

A/N: The Doctor will be coming around soon! Although, Legolas gets the limelight for a while, as I setup Legolas' current life in (almost) present-day London.

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