Chapter 4: Twisted World
Tiffany unlocked her door. "Sorry, the place is a sty." She apologized ahead of time.
Inside the apartment was dark and drab. It was also practically bare. There were two rooms, the kitchen was joined with a bedroom and the other room was a bathroom. "Have a seat." She commanded, dropping her purse on a chair and rummaging through a closet.
Legolas did as she bid him, looking around amazedly at the contents of the room. She returned a moment later, with a bundle of clothes and blankets. She set the blankets on the couch and handed Legolas the clothes. "Here, I hope these fit you, a friend left them here. I didn't think you'd want to keep those on."
She left the apartment, saying that she would be right back and Legolas studied the clothes in his arms. He slipped out of his tunic, grimacing slightly when the fabric that was stuck to his cut with dried blood pulled off. He took off his pants too.
Just then, Tiffany came back into the room, wearing plaid loose pants and a short-sleeved shirt similar to the ones he had seen others wearing on the street, earlier. She stopped in her tracks at the sight of Legolas' naked form, his back turned to her. He turned, sensing her presence. "Oh, sorry." She blushed. "I thought you'd change in the bathroom."
Tiffany averted her gaze and Legolas finished dressing, laughing inwardly at her discomfort. "That cut looks bad," she said, trying to change the subject. "I'll go find the first aid kit."
Legolas barely even bothered to speculate what a first aid kit was, he was getting used to the idea that here was nothing like home and he would have to accept it.
He soon found that a first aid kit was a box of medical supplies. Tiffany cleaned his cut and bandaged it. "Would you really have killed Hastings?" She asked, pressing a large gauze bandage gently onto the wound.
"Why would I not? He has killed before and he wished to harm you. I do not understand this world."
"I don't think any of us truly do." Tiffany replied.
"Why do you let him take control of your life in this way? Surely, someone would have been able to help."
"Hastings is a powerful man, he has ties everywhere. Trust me, if you had killed him, you'd be lying dead in an alley somewhere. Maybe not tonight, but they'd have gotten you sometime. It's a good thing that you were wearing that costume, now no one will be able to recognize you."
Legolas nodded and glanced down at the strange garments that he was wearing. Tiffany had referred to them as boxer shorts and a tee shirt. He assumed that these were normal clothes to wear while sleeping, in this strange world called New York City. At least Tiffany seemed not to think that he was this man called Orlando Bloom.
"Well, I'm gonna turn in." Tiffany said. She had made him a comfortable looking bed on the 'sofa', earlier.
She started to get up, then stopped herself. She leaned over and gave Legolas a quick kiss on the cheek. She pulled back, looking slightly embarrassed and opened her mouth as if to apologize. Before she could say anything, Legolas' lips were on hers, his tongue begging her entrance. Tiffany opened her mouth and moaned slightly as his tongue tangled with hers. Legolas ran his hands over her body, breathing in her scent. He had never smelled another like her in Middle-earth. She smelled of vanilla and something delicious that he could not quite recognize.
When they finally parted, Tiffany smiled, stood and said, "I'll see you in the morning."
Legolas smiled back, slightly disappointed, but sure that things would soon go his way. "Good night."
"Actually, it's morning, but good night anyway."
Just then, the room was awash in a hail of gunshots. All the windows shattered and Tiffany screamed and fell to the floor before Legolas even knew what was happening. He could see blood saturating the front of her white shirt, as the deafening sounds filled his overly sensitive ears. He reached over and cradled her head in his arms, feeling for a pulse and finding none.
He could hear a voice laughing behind him as the firing halted. He whirled around to see Mark Hastings standing before him, wearing a malevolent sneer.
"Looks like we got the bitch." He said with his smile still intact. Legolas fumed as he swept his gaze over Tiffany's still form. "Too bad we missed you. I should have known the whore would bring you home."
Legolas could feel the pure rage burning at his insides. His only friend here in this strange new world had been murdered. He could not imagine why this man had wanted her dead so much. She had had a pure heart, not even allowing Legolas to kill the man who had tried to hurt her.
This world was so unjust. That someone as loving as Tiffany should lay dead while her killer lived to laugh about an innocent's death was iniquitous. If this was her world, he found that he had no taste for it.
The only thing that Legolas could think to do was to even the score. Mark Hastings would breathe his last at Legolas' hands.
"She told me not to kill you," Legolas said, allowing his hatred to show. "But she cannot stop me now."
He slowly reached for his sword as Hastings continued to taunt him.
"I warned her, all she had to do was do as I said. Don't look so mad, Blondie. You obviously got what you wanted from her. It really is a shame that you crossed me, now you have to die."
As Legolas caught sight of the gun Hastings was pulling from his jacket, Legolas lunged at him, blade drawn. He hardly noticed the loud shot and sharp pain in his abdomen; he was so blinded by abhorrence.
To Hastings surprise, Legolas did not slow at the shot he had taken to the stomach. Legolas tackled him to the floor and thrust his sword through the man's stomach. Hastings' eyes widened with both pain and shock. He once more squeezed the trigger, his weapon aimed at Legolas. He slumped to the floor, a look of satisfaction on his face as Legolas did the same.
Tiffany unlocked her door. "Sorry, the place is a sty." She apologized ahead of time.
Inside the apartment was dark and drab. It was also practically bare. There were two rooms, the kitchen was joined with a bedroom and the other room was a bathroom. "Have a seat." She commanded, dropping her purse on a chair and rummaging through a closet.
Legolas did as she bid him, looking around amazedly at the contents of the room. She returned a moment later, with a bundle of clothes and blankets. She set the blankets on the couch and handed Legolas the clothes. "Here, I hope these fit you, a friend left them here. I didn't think you'd want to keep those on."
She left the apartment, saying that she would be right back and Legolas studied the clothes in his arms. He slipped out of his tunic, grimacing slightly when the fabric that was stuck to his cut with dried blood pulled off. He took off his pants too.
Just then, Tiffany came back into the room, wearing plaid loose pants and a short-sleeved shirt similar to the ones he had seen others wearing on the street, earlier. She stopped in her tracks at the sight of Legolas' naked form, his back turned to her. He turned, sensing her presence. "Oh, sorry." She blushed. "I thought you'd change in the bathroom."
Tiffany averted her gaze and Legolas finished dressing, laughing inwardly at her discomfort. "That cut looks bad," she said, trying to change the subject. "I'll go find the first aid kit."
Legolas barely even bothered to speculate what a first aid kit was, he was getting used to the idea that here was nothing like home and he would have to accept it.
He soon found that a first aid kit was a box of medical supplies. Tiffany cleaned his cut and bandaged it. "Would you really have killed Hastings?" She asked, pressing a large gauze bandage gently onto the wound.
"Why would I not? He has killed before and he wished to harm you. I do not understand this world."
"I don't think any of us truly do." Tiffany replied.
"Why do you let him take control of your life in this way? Surely, someone would have been able to help."
"Hastings is a powerful man, he has ties everywhere. Trust me, if you had killed him, you'd be lying dead in an alley somewhere. Maybe not tonight, but they'd have gotten you sometime. It's a good thing that you were wearing that costume, now no one will be able to recognize you."
Legolas nodded and glanced down at the strange garments that he was wearing. Tiffany had referred to them as boxer shorts and a tee shirt. He assumed that these were normal clothes to wear while sleeping, in this strange world called New York City. At least Tiffany seemed not to think that he was this man called Orlando Bloom.
"Well, I'm gonna turn in." Tiffany said. She had made him a comfortable looking bed on the 'sofa', earlier.
She started to get up, then stopped herself. She leaned over and gave Legolas a quick kiss on the cheek. She pulled back, looking slightly embarrassed and opened her mouth as if to apologize. Before she could say anything, Legolas' lips were on hers, his tongue begging her entrance. Tiffany opened her mouth and moaned slightly as his tongue tangled with hers. Legolas ran his hands over her body, breathing in her scent. He had never smelled another like her in Middle-earth. She smelled of vanilla and something delicious that he could not quite recognize.
When they finally parted, Tiffany smiled, stood and said, "I'll see you in the morning."
Legolas smiled back, slightly disappointed, but sure that things would soon go his way. "Good night."
"Actually, it's morning, but good night anyway."
Just then, the room was awash in a hail of gunshots. All the windows shattered and Tiffany screamed and fell to the floor before Legolas even knew what was happening. He could see blood saturating the front of her white shirt, as the deafening sounds filled his overly sensitive ears. He reached over and cradled her head in his arms, feeling for a pulse and finding none.
He could hear a voice laughing behind him as the firing halted. He whirled around to see Mark Hastings standing before him, wearing a malevolent sneer.
"Looks like we got the bitch." He said with his smile still intact. Legolas fumed as he swept his gaze over Tiffany's still form. "Too bad we missed you. I should have known the whore would bring you home."
Legolas could feel the pure rage burning at his insides. His only friend here in this strange new world had been murdered. He could not imagine why this man had wanted her dead so much. She had had a pure heart, not even allowing Legolas to kill the man who had tried to hurt her.
This world was so unjust. That someone as loving as Tiffany should lay dead while her killer lived to laugh about an innocent's death was iniquitous. If this was her world, he found that he had no taste for it.
The only thing that Legolas could think to do was to even the score. Mark Hastings would breathe his last at Legolas' hands.
"She told me not to kill you," Legolas said, allowing his hatred to show. "But she cannot stop me now."
He slowly reached for his sword as Hastings continued to taunt him.
"I warned her, all she had to do was do as I said. Don't look so mad, Blondie. You obviously got what you wanted from her. It really is a shame that you crossed me, now you have to die."
As Legolas caught sight of the gun Hastings was pulling from his jacket, Legolas lunged at him, blade drawn. He hardly noticed the loud shot and sharp pain in his abdomen; he was so blinded by abhorrence.
To Hastings surprise, Legolas did not slow at the shot he had taken to the stomach. Legolas tackled him to the floor and thrust his sword through the man's stomach. Hastings' eyes widened with both pain and shock. He once more squeezed the trigger, his weapon aimed at Legolas. He slumped to the floor, a look of satisfaction on his face as Legolas did the same.
