The camera flickers on, grainy with static at first, but then it focuses on me.

"Um. Hi, friends. Anyone who still follows me after a year or so. Random fanfictioners, and anyone else who's reading this. Um. I feel really bad about just leaving you guys hanging for so long. I realize that anything I try to do to apologize probably won't suffice, so I'm just going to be blunt and say that I'm probably not going to continue this fanfiction after this. Whether or not I do depends.

I'm considering starting a YouTube series. It should be a bit better than just reading text, because if it's in the form of a video you'll get to hear me trying to pronounce Sindarin, and that in turn might help you guys…? Actually, it probably won't because in real life I'm not as good at speaking in an eloquent fashion, especially not in front of a mic. If I did that it would be scripted and I would probably dub over any Elvish with the tengwar, a literal translation, and a simple translation. Furthermore, I'm really shy of doing really nerdy stuff in front of my family, so I'd probably wait until almost everyone was out to record.

Another thing to note is that I've come back (however temporarily) from taking Latin, which is an extremely old and complex language to learn. As such I've gained quite a bit of knowledge of the English language. Maybe even enough to be able to adequately explain Sindarin, I'm not certain yet. It has been almost a year since I've looked into speaking any kind of Elvish.

I should also mention that if you're just in here to learn a couple of phrases to maybe wow your friends, this is not the place for you. If you decide to follow me on this epic journey to learn a fictional language, then you'll (probably) come out with an understanding of English grammar equivalent to that of an English teacher. We're not just going for being able to put some words together on paper, we're trying to speak fluently in a fictional language. Maybe we could make a sort of secret society of Tolkiendils and speak only various Middle-Earthean languages. That would be so cool.

Anyways, leave a review telling me if a YouTube series sounds like a good idea, and I guess I'll see ya… sometime. Bye."

I waved off the camera and then stopped recording and leaned back against the couch I'd been sitting on. I sighed. The Elves had all returned home long ago, and I had no idea if I'd be able to keep up with… everything that I planned on doing over the summer. Maybe I could bring them back, just for a couple weeks. Everything depended on what the readers wanted. I looked back at previous lessons, and all I could think of was how immature I sounded now. Ugh.

"There. I got the stupid portal back open. You guys all go on home, I've had enough Elves for a long time."

Aurell smirked. "You sure you'll be able to keep up with the lessons without us here to constantly bother you?"

"Sure, just begone."

And now for some half-written bits of what I had originally planned for chapter 10; that party at Rivendell and what happened when Link met Legolas. Enjoy.

A couple weeks ago, there was a great banquet at Rivendell because the Lord of the Rings Soundtrack on Youtube got a million views. Several Fanfictioners and at least two Youtube users were there. You were there, too.

I greeted you at the door. You said, "You're Fantasy, right?"

I said, "Yup. You look nice tonight. How'd you guess?"

"Hannon le," you said, "There's only one random teenager lingering around the door. It's wasn't hard to tell."

I grinned, then said slowly, "Elen síla lúmenn' omentielvo.*"

"What does that mean?"

"A star shines on the hour of our meeting. Quenya, but still. Now go enjoy yourself, and be wary of the Elven wine. It's very..." I searched for the right word. "Potent."

"I'll remember that." You headed for the main hall.

"Wait, one more thing! A lot of the Elves here speak only little or no English. ...Just sayin'."

"Okay," you said, then you went into the hall and I waited to greet the next guest.

You were a bit late, and not many guests came after. When I went into the great hall, you were sitting with other Fanfictioners and Elves you knew.

So there I was, sitting in front of the computer checking the accuracy of Leia Paige and Arwen-Undomiel .com against my own sources. I stopped for a minute to restart the Youtube video that was playing music. Wait. There were footsteps. You never hear an Elf's footsteps. They were too heavy to belong to Nethig, Ada would call from the hallway, and Naneth was out. I spun around in the spinny computer chair to see who it was. And then was grabbed by the ear and dragged away from said spinny chair. "Ow ow ow ow ow! Lemme GO!"

"No. You have ignored your Zelda fics for too long now. It's about time that you payed more attention to them, if I have to make you."

"Ow ow ow ow LIIIIIINK!"

A blue fairy hovered behind us. "Hi, Fantasy!"

"Hey, Nav-" An arrow pinned Link's hat to the wall. The three of us gaped at it, and then turned and gaped at the blonde Elf who had fired it. "You just put a HOLE in the WALL!" I screeched at Legolas.

He ignored me.

Stupid Elf.

Link let go of my ear and grabbed the handle of the Master Sword. "Oh no don't you DARE draw your sword in my house!"

Link ignored me.

Stupid Hylian.

Within milliseconds, Legolas had unsheathed his knives and Link his sword and shield and they clashed. Once, twice. What Link lacked in agility he made up for in skills.

I watched angrily for a minute then chucked a pillow at them. Somehow it hit Link in the back of his head and Legolas in the front. Then I yelled at them in Sindarin and Hylian at the top of my lungs. "Orchion!" [son of an Orc] "^Son of a Moblin!^ STOP!" Both very offended but finally paying attention, I managed to convince the Elf that the Hylian had not been kidnapping me and the Hylian that the Elf was not an assassin.

Stupid Elves and Hylians. Maybe it's because they both have pointed ears. Of course then Link challenged Legolas to a rematch, and the games began.

For the third time ever, I got to go to Imladris. Most of the Legend of Zelda cast came along, too. There was slight confusion, seeing as both races had pointed ears, but that was soon cleared up and Link and Legolas took the training grounds for the showdown of the millennium.

I don't know if we've established that I'm bad at action scenes. Well, I suppose we just did, so... let's get on with it.

They drew their weapons. I was worried they'd chop each other up, to be honest. For a minute they circled slowly, then Link moved first with a quick thrust. Legolas parried, and then retaliated with such speed that Link had to take several steps back. He was not slow in recovering, however, and blocked Legolas' next blows and returned them whenever he could. Before long I was having a hard time telling them apart- they were moving so fast, and the only major distinguishing features were Legolas' long hair and Link's hat.

Well. Legolas wasn't the Elf sent on the quest to destroy the ring for nothing. And Link wasn't the Chosen Hero for nothing, either. I can't adequately describe their fight to you, so just imagine the two greatest swordsmen ever locked in combat. I had my fingers crossed that they wouldn't forget that this was just a friendly match...

Now, I'm not sure how long it lasted, but I do remember how it ended. Legolas brought his blades together and downward for a powerful strike. Link had anticipated the move and slammed his shield into the Elf and threw him off-balance. The Hylian jumped and flipped over Legolas' head, whipped around...

...and stopped.

The battle was over.

The Master Sword was inches from our favorite Elf prince's neck.

The Helm Splitter. Heck yeah. That move isn't my favorite hidden skill just because it's pretty. Link could've sliced Legolas' head in two when he jumped, but he hadn't. I breathed a sigh of relief and realized that I had been holding my breath.

Mental note: don't let either of those two know you were worried they'd kill each other.

The Zelda crew exploded in cheers when they realized what happened.

The Elves showed no hostility whatsoever to the winning side. Not even Legolas.

Instead, he asked if Link would compete against him again in an archery competition. The Hylian accepted. I facepalmed. This could mean nothing good.

They were shooting at the same target using their own bows and arrows.

Link went first. He managed to convince his rival to let him use the Hawkeye, because they were shooting on the longest range possible and Elves have better vision than humans or Hylians. He drew the arrow back, took careful aim, and released it. His arrow embedded itself a half inch from the bulls-eye dot.

Legolas stepped up to the line. He nocked his own arrow, bent the bow and fired all within a heartbeat. It landed right on top of the tiny dot that marked the center.

Link's next arrow landed only a hair's width from Legolas'.

Legolas split his arrow in two.

Link's final arrow was farther away than the last two had been- it was a full inch-and-a-half from the center.

Legolas split his arrow in two.

END.