A/N: Amongst all of my friend Autumn and I fawning over Bernard, I had an
interesting dream. I liked it, and I pulled some kinks out, and I skipped
the part where Legolas is at the North Pole for no apparent reason (don't
ask), and I'm sick and bored, so I made it into a fan fic. My comp has been
deleting chapters to some of my other ones, so I don't want to rewrite them
just yet. Well, no more babble, here's the fic.
Chapter One: Something Found
It was Christmas time again; everyone was happy, and everyone was very busy. There were only seventeen days left until Santa's big flight, and the North Pole was all in a flurry. Elves bustled about the workshop, doing their jobs with effortless ease. Not one thing had gone wrong so far, and Bernard was making his daily inspection, just to make sure.
"Why do you have to do this everyday?" inquired Curtis, who was following the Head Elf at his heals "I mean, nothing's ever gone wrong, has it?"
"May I remind you," said Bernard through gritted teeth "About a certain toy Santa who basically tried to take over Christmas? May I remind you of my being under house arrest because of it, and still not squashing you into oblivion?"
"Erm, right." Said Curtis, falling back and finding sudden interest in a toy train that one of the elves was making.
"I seriously need some hot cocoa," muttered Bernard, taking off his beret and scratching his head. He headed down the stairs, out the door, and back to his home.
"Why do I do that everyday?" he asked himself, taking a sip out of the large mug in his hands.
There was a knock at his door.
"Yes, yes, what is it?"
"Bernard, is something wrong with you?" came a voice from outside, as the owner of the voice opened the door.
"No, Mrs. Claus, nothing's wrong. I'm just in a bad mood, why?"
"Well," said Carol slowly "It's just that you're usually walking around the workshop for several hours inspecting everything, I suppose. Well, when I noticed you storm off, I thought something might be wrong."
"Just Number Two," muttered Bernard, drinking the last bit of cocoa, and getting himself another cupful.
"Curtis?" asked Carol "Is he annoying you again?"
"Doesn't he always?"
Carol let out a small laugh, before bidding Bernard farewell, and walking out the door.
Bernard sat for a while, wondering what he was going to do with his life. He had been Head Elf for almost two-thousand years, now, and he still needed something. He had friends, a good position, authority, and, in some cases, seniority. Yet he felt like something was missing.
"I suppose I'm just angry," he muttered "At last Christmas, at Curtis, at everything. Oh, just get over it Bernard, you'll be fine."
He took the last swig of his cocoa, hoping with all his heart that he would be fine.
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It was Christmas Eve, at about six o'clock in the morning. Bernard and Santa were checking the sleigh for any problems, when a voice sounded from behind them.
"Santa!" yelled the elf girl, running up to them, completely out of breath.
"What's wrong? Are you all right?" Asked Santa, taking the elf's shoulders and helping her stay upright.
"Sorry sir," she said, wheezing "I'm allergic to the bloody reindeer."
Comet cocked his head at this remark.
"But, sir" She continued, trying to breath normally. She had apparently ran all the way there "Something's gone wrong in wrapping."
"What?" yelled Bernard "But it was all fine yesterday!"
"I know, sir," muttered the girl "But, one of the machines, it's malfunctioned. We were behind schedule with wrapping. I was sick, and I suppose that they can't keep things organized without me there, but everything we rushed to wrapping this morning, it, well, sir, it-"
"Melody, what happened?" said Bernard, only knowing her name for the fact that she was the elf in charge of the wrapping department.
"Well, it basically ate them up. Half the toys in there are destroyed."
"Oh, no," muttered Santa, putting Melody upright again. She was now having much difficulty staying up.
"I'm so sorry, sir," she said, a tear running down her face. "It's all my fault."
"Calm your long ears, Melody, it's not your fault. Bernard, a little help."
Bernard gave Santa a what-do-you-suppose-I-do look.
"All right," said Santa "I'll go down to wrapping, see what's been lost. I'll see if the workshop has any extra, they've usually started making more presents mid-December. That's all I can do, otherwise, I can share other children's toys. Bernard, please take Melody home."
"No, I'm all right, Santa," muttered Melody "I- I can go back to wrapping."
"No," said Bernard "You look, not to mention sound, awful. I'm taking you home, getting you a big mug of cocoa, and making sure you're all right."
Melody looked up into Bernard's beautiful brown eyes. She smiled at him. No one had ever really cared about her before. A few Santa Claus' before Scott Calvin had stuck her in wrapping, right next to the reindeer. She had been there now for about one thousand years; everyday wheezing, everyday going home to nothing but restless sleep. She was different, and most elves weren't fond of her for just that reason. She didn't wear your classic elf clothes, but more of a grunge variety of it. She thought differently about mostly everything, and thought that no one would ever care, not even Santa Claus.
But now before her she saw a sweet natured, loving Santa, and a caring elf, willing to help her home.
Bernard smiled, putting a hand on Melody's shoulder. She was a cheery faced elf with sparkling blue-gray eyes and short, curly hair.
"Come on," said Bernard, bidding Santa to take his hands away from Melody. Santa simply stared. This was not Bernard's typical behavior.
"Thank you," said Melody as Bernard put her arm around his shoulder to better hold her up "I actually think I could have fallen over right then and there. Stupid allergies; I'm an elf, and, might I add, the only one allergic to reindeer. How does this work, Bernard?"
"I don't know," Bernard chuckled, lifting Melody up the stairs and helping her through the door.
"I always get sick. I really don't understand, do you?" said Melody, turning around and finding herself staring right into Bernard's eyes.
Bernard's smile faded as he lapsed into a state of awe. He found looking into Melody's eyes amazing. The clear pools of blue made him feel much more alive.
Bernard smiled and handed Melody the mug of cocoa that was in his hands, not taking his eyes away from hers. A gray-green colored glow inside of them as the light danced across her face.
"Um, thanks," said Melody looking away "Thanks Bernard."
"A- are you sure you'll be all right?" asked Bernard, simply wanting to make sure.
"Yes, thank you ever so much. I think I will be fine." She took a deep breath "Now."
Bernard and Melody looked at each other for a few final moments, before Bernard turned around and walked out of the door.
He put his back up against the door as he closed it.
'Wow,' he thought 'I've never thought of anything like her. Bernard, you've seen her so many times in wrapping, gotten so many reports from her everyday, why is it that now you decide to realize it? Why now?'
A/N: OK, I like the way this is going. Yeah, OK, I find it good. Good, well, please R/R, well, you've already done the first R, so please /R! ^^ HP or LOTR fans, please read my HP and LOTR fics. The Absolutely Nothing Show seems to be a little popular. Well, OK, till next chappie. Byezez!
Chapter One: Something Found
It was Christmas time again; everyone was happy, and everyone was very busy. There were only seventeen days left until Santa's big flight, and the North Pole was all in a flurry. Elves bustled about the workshop, doing their jobs with effortless ease. Not one thing had gone wrong so far, and Bernard was making his daily inspection, just to make sure.
"Why do you have to do this everyday?" inquired Curtis, who was following the Head Elf at his heals "I mean, nothing's ever gone wrong, has it?"
"May I remind you," said Bernard through gritted teeth "About a certain toy Santa who basically tried to take over Christmas? May I remind you of my being under house arrest because of it, and still not squashing you into oblivion?"
"Erm, right." Said Curtis, falling back and finding sudden interest in a toy train that one of the elves was making.
"I seriously need some hot cocoa," muttered Bernard, taking off his beret and scratching his head. He headed down the stairs, out the door, and back to his home.
"Why do I do that everyday?" he asked himself, taking a sip out of the large mug in his hands.
There was a knock at his door.
"Yes, yes, what is it?"
"Bernard, is something wrong with you?" came a voice from outside, as the owner of the voice opened the door.
"No, Mrs. Claus, nothing's wrong. I'm just in a bad mood, why?"
"Well," said Carol slowly "It's just that you're usually walking around the workshop for several hours inspecting everything, I suppose. Well, when I noticed you storm off, I thought something might be wrong."
"Just Number Two," muttered Bernard, drinking the last bit of cocoa, and getting himself another cupful.
"Curtis?" asked Carol "Is he annoying you again?"
"Doesn't he always?"
Carol let out a small laugh, before bidding Bernard farewell, and walking out the door.
Bernard sat for a while, wondering what he was going to do with his life. He had been Head Elf for almost two-thousand years, now, and he still needed something. He had friends, a good position, authority, and, in some cases, seniority. Yet he felt like something was missing.
"I suppose I'm just angry," he muttered "At last Christmas, at Curtis, at everything. Oh, just get over it Bernard, you'll be fine."
He took the last swig of his cocoa, hoping with all his heart that he would be fine.
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It was Christmas Eve, at about six o'clock in the morning. Bernard and Santa were checking the sleigh for any problems, when a voice sounded from behind them.
"Santa!" yelled the elf girl, running up to them, completely out of breath.
"What's wrong? Are you all right?" Asked Santa, taking the elf's shoulders and helping her stay upright.
"Sorry sir," she said, wheezing "I'm allergic to the bloody reindeer."
Comet cocked his head at this remark.
"But, sir" She continued, trying to breath normally. She had apparently ran all the way there "Something's gone wrong in wrapping."
"What?" yelled Bernard "But it was all fine yesterday!"
"I know, sir," muttered the girl "But, one of the machines, it's malfunctioned. We were behind schedule with wrapping. I was sick, and I suppose that they can't keep things organized without me there, but everything we rushed to wrapping this morning, it, well, sir, it-"
"Melody, what happened?" said Bernard, only knowing her name for the fact that she was the elf in charge of the wrapping department.
"Well, it basically ate them up. Half the toys in there are destroyed."
"Oh, no," muttered Santa, putting Melody upright again. She was now having much difficulty staying up.
"I'm so sorry, sir," she said, a tear running down her face. "It's all my fault."
"Calm your long ears, Melody, it's not your fault. Bernard, a little help."
Bernard gave Santa a what-do-you-suppose-I-do look.
"All right," said Santa "I'll go down to wrapping, see what's been lost. I'll see if the workshop has any extra, they've usually started making more presents mid-December. That's all I can do, otherwise, I can share other children's toys. Bernard, please take Melody home."
"No, I'm all right, Santa," muttered Melody "I- I can go back to wrapping."
"No," said Bernard "You look, not to mention sound, awful. I'm taking you home, getting you a big mug of cocoa, and making sure you're all right."
Melody looked up into Bernard's beautiful brown eyes. She smiled at him. No one had ever really cared about her before. A few Santa Claus' before Scott Calvin had stuck her in wrapping, right next to the reindeer. She had been there now for about one thousand years; everyday wheezing, everyday going home to nothing but restless sleep. She was different, and most elves weren't fond of her for just that reason. She didn't wear your classic elf clothes, but more of a grunge variety of it. She thought differently about mostly everything, and thought that no one would ever care, not even Santa Claus.
But now before her she saw a sweet natured, loving Santa, and a caring elf, willing to help her home.
Bernard smiled, putting a hand on Melody's shoulder. She was a cheery faced elf with sparkling blue-gray eyes and short, curly hair.
"Come on," said Bernard, bidding Santa to take his hands away from Melody. Santa simply stared. This was not Bernard's typical behavior.
"Thank you," said Melody as Bernard put her arm around his shoulder to better hold her up "I actually think I could have fallen over right then and there. Stupid allergies; I'm an elf, and, might I add, the only one allergic to reindeer. How does this work, Bernard?"
"I don't know," Bernard chuckled, lifting Melody up the stairs and helping her through the door.
"I always get sick. I really don't understand, do you?" said Melody, turning around and finding herself staring right into Bernard's eyes.
Bernard's smile faded as he lapsed into a state of awe. He found looking into Melody's eyes amazing. The clear pools of blue made him feel much more alive.
Bernard smiled and handed Melody the mug of cocoa that was in his hands, not taking his eyes away from hers. A gray-green colored glow inside of them as the light danced across her face.
"Um, thanks," said Melody looking away "Thanks Bernard."
"A- are you sure you'll be all right?" asked Bernard, simply wanting to make sure.
"Yes, thank you ever so much. I think I will be fine." She took a deep breath "Now."
Bernard and Melody looked at each other for a few final moments, before Bernard turned around and walked out of the door.
He put his back up against the door as he closed it.
'Wow,' he thought 'I've never thought of anything like her. Bernard, you've seen her so many times in wrapping, gotten so many reports from her everyday, why is it that now you decide to realize it? Why now?'
A/N: OK, I like the way this is going. Yeah, OK, I find it good. Good, well, please R/R, well, you've already done the first R, so please /R! ^^ HP or LOTR fans, please read my HP and LOTR fics. The Absolutely Nothing Show seems to be a little popular. Well, OK, till next chappie. Byezez!