Chapter 1: The movies were not erotic!
"I concede, the casting was impeccable." Darcy said, holding her hands up against the onslaught Kelsey and I were giving her.
"But..." Kelsey added, I laughed as we walked down the street, arms wrapped around each other as we walked to Darcy's car.
"But I think that they should've given Fili, Bombur and Oin more lines!" Darcy finished, I nodded.
"I wish they'd kept the camera on Dean O'Gorman, he has such an adorable face!" Kelsey squealed, getting in the backseat as I slipped into the passenger side.
"Too true." Darcy giggled, her cheeks turning pink.
"I think I preferred Bofur actually, James Nesbitt is gorgeous." I muttered, checking the time on my phone, nearly five O'clock in the evening. "Or Nori, Jed Brophy did such a good job."
"Of course you'd like them." Darcy sighed, pulling out of our parking space and speeding down the road.
"Well they were my favourite book characters." I answered, Kelsey scoffed.
"I thought you said you liked Bilbo." She pointed out I shrugged.
"I liked Martin Freeman's portrayal, but I think that he could've been funnier." I argued, they both gave up on arguing with me knowing that it was going to be a pointless feud to be arguing about. "But it was a good film, I liked the CGI on the dragon."
"Yeah. Benedict Cumberbatch is bae." Darcy agreed, I nodded and leaned back in my seat, closing my eyes and sighing. "Aw, tired baby." I snorted and opened my eyes before giving her a tired look and nodding.
"Can you drop me here Darce?" I said, she nodded and pulled over a few minutes from my apartment. "Thanks." I added, grabbing my bag and getting out of the car, Kelsey climbing over the seat into my vacated seat.
"We'll see you soon?" She called, I looked over at her and nodded, a smile on my face as I ever them goodbye and headed back down the road into a corner store. I browsed through the aisles looking for something to eat for dinner, finding a beef stew ding meal in the fridge section. I picked up another bottle of shampoo and a lip balm, looking for the tampons I liked to use before rolling my eyes and going for some cheap crappy pads instead. The cashier gave me a flirtatious smile that rolled off my back like water off a duck.
"Thank you." I muttered as I left the store, striding down to my apartment building, my phone buzzed in my pocket as I drew closer to the doors, looking down at the screen and seeing a text from Chuck glaring me in the face, with another roll of my eyes I looked up just in time to walk into the unopened automatic door.
"Just a second Miss Clary." Jax said, shuffling over and manually opening the door from the inside.
"Thanks Jax, where's Terry tonight?" I asked, he shrugged.
"I heard from mom that he's in the hospital. He'll be back in a few days." He replied, I nodded and gave him a smile. "How was the movie?"
"It was alright."
"Full Kiwi mode?" I grinned and nodded.
"You know it, always under play the best things in the world." I replied and headed upstairs to my room, unlocking the door and turning on the lights before shutting the door and throwing the plastic bag on the counter with a groan. I opened the fridge, pulling out a carton of carrot juice and pouring myself a glass of the cold, orange liquid. "Hate this stupid place." I thought as the light bulb overhead blew, darkening my entire apartment. I wandered blindly through to my bedroom, turning on the light with the knowledge that the bulb had only been replaced about three days ago.
"In a hole in the city, there lived a broke and sad bitch." I joked, pulling out a fresh set of pyjamas and getting in the shower.
"I'm just saying, it's bullshit how they gave so much attention to Thorin's hatred of the Elves rather than the actually issue of how Bilbo finds his travel and adventure legs." Kelsey complained, I rolled my eyes and kept my eyes on my English Literature novel.
She and Darcy had been discuss the film with their friend Jonathan, who was a massive Tolkien nerd in my books, for the better part of an hour, I was desperately trying to finish my reading for the next lesson and they were not helping.
"Yeah, that probably wasn't the best thing they could've done." Jonathan replied, I wanted to smack the snobby grin off his face and down the toilet it was so innately irritating to me.
"Guys, move yourselves to another sofa so I can finish this chapter." I requested, they all glad before leaving me sat alone in the library. I took a deep breath and tried to re-enter the post apocalyptic setting of Margaret Atwood's 'The Handmaid's Tale'.
In all honesty, I thought the book itself was a bit confusing. I mean, why didn't Offred just tell us what happened to Serena Joy and the Commander and Nick after she got away from them? And why did the historical notes have to be twice as confusing and tell us that the events of the story were all records voiced by Offred and might not have been in order or told the whole story?
I resolved to ask my professor about it in the lesson.
During the time I'd already spent in Middle Earth, I had learnt that Dwarves are fiercely protective of their women and children since they were so rare.
I had also recently learnt that a Dwarf may not always find their Soul mate in a Dwarrow Dam.
The examples I had of this fact were Thorin and Bilbo and Nori and Dwalin.
The example I had of a male/female relationship was myself and Fili...and we were going strong... I hoped.
It is a curious thing actually, being stuck amongst Dwarf shaped Mother Hens, pecking at you and trying to always make sure you're alright. I thought a lot of people took this for granted, I certainly would be killed to have parents as protective as a Dwarf was.
I think maybe the reason I'm writing this is in case I don't make it through this... Thing, whatever it is.
I wanted you to have this story as your own. As an explanation to why things happened this way and how you came into being.
It's turning out to be more than I expected, it's not as deep or detailed as you'll probably like and if you're anything like your Uncle then maybe you'll want answers I can't give you and for that I'm sorry.
For now though, I'll leave you with the second third of how your father and I came home.
