Hold Up... That's Legolas PV Ernest Baird Closed

Chirping filled the spring air. Two birds were circling in the cloudless sky. In a cute little game of 'catch me if you can,' the feathered couple twirled above the ground as if they were dancing in perfect sync. A gentle breeze lingered for a moment and traveled west.

Sleeping on a bench was Justin Shin. He was trying to eavesdrop a juicy conversation between two Hufflepuffs earlier, but got bored and fell asleep. In typical Justin fashion, the boy reached for the sky as he exhaled, cracking everything crack-able in his body.

The Ravenclaw boy blinked with absolutely nothing inside his mind and lied back down on the bench. He repositioned himself on the side seeking a more comfortable position to sleep in, when something caught his eye.

It was glorious. It was the perfect stick. Still lying down on the bench, he picked the stick up and held it up from one end as if it had the hilt of a sword. He brought his imaginary sword close to his chest and quoted Lord of the Rings,

"I would have followed you my brother... My captain... My king"

The boy then stood up with his wooden sword in hand and turned around dramatically to absolutely no one.

"For Frodo..." Justin said as he began fighting imaginary orcs with the perfect stick.

Justin raised the detached piece of tree up in the air. He closed his eyes. Slowly in Justin's mind, the Courtyard disappeared and it became a dark battlefield. An army of evil orcs were ahead in Justin's path. He looked down and he was wearing chainmail with the symbol of a white tree on his chest. Justin turned to his left to see a dwarf with an axe and an elf with a bow. They both nodded at Justin. Behind them was an army of soldier men, clearly being outnumbered by the orc army in front of the boy.

The captain boy smirked. "Hold your ground! Our enemies may achieve victory, but they will still experience hell!" Justin stated as he began twirling his majestic sword.

Of course, in real life Justin was just swinging around a plain old stick like a typical twelve year-old boy. Quite a sight for whoever came across the scene.

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@Ernest Baird