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The room was cold and dark when I awoke. I stood and let out a hiss as my legs cried out. I stumbled over to the fire and stirred it. The faint glow illuminated the room. I glanced around for some clothes. A pile of clean tunics lay on a chair. Flipping through them, I was cheered a little to find my old clothes in them. I slipped on my jeans and chose a clean tunic from the pile. After a bit more exploring of the room had taken place I discovered both my hoodie and my hat. Pulling my sneakers on, I stretched and glanced around.
Spotting the door, I trotted out. Let's see, with Elrond we went...left. I walked down, glancing around for other signs of life. There were few; it was still rather early. I stopped and glared. Maybe he went right...I turned around and found myself staring at a velour tunic.
"Woah! Sorry bud, too close." I took a step back and looked at my captor. Brown eyes looked down at me, amused.
"Lady Jack, I presume."
"Yep. I mean, yeah that's me."
"I was sent to escort you down to dinner, but I found your room empty." The man-elf, (I was still having trouble forcing myself to think of them as another race) said with a smile.
"I thought I could make it on my own, but this place has got more wrong turns then fucking New York." The man looked startled for a moment and then laughed.
"I see no one has lied of your words."
"Why does everyone find cursing such a big deal? Seriously, it's just words."
"Yes, I suppose." The elf said with an amused expression on his face. "My name is Figwit, Lady."
"Just Jack, please." I couldn't stop the trace of annoyance from seeping into my voice.
"I do not understand why you refuse to say you are a Lady. You are a woman, and from what Elrohir has said of you, a rather lovely one at that." I shot him a glare. Was he flirting?
"Elf boy, you better not be hitting on me." Figwit blinked in surprise.
"I-"
"Cause I'm not interesting in love or weak shit like that, you hear me? I'm Jack. I'm not a woman, so don't treat me like one." Figwit looked very surprised now. I swore. "Listen I'm sorry, alright?" I had needed to say that more for self-reassurance then anything else. I mentally kicked myself. He already knows of last night no doubt, and so now, I go and make a bigger fool of myself and go off on him for no fucking reason.
"La-Jack. I am sorry if I expressed interest in you. I do not lie that I find you attractive." I did a double take. Me? "I did not realize that you were not open for relationships. Forgive me."
"Oh, hell, don't apologize. I-uh-I was just being a bastard, alright? Now could you please lead me to the food?" Figwit laughed a musical one that filled the air.
"Come, Jack." He offered his arm. I stared it.
"Well, come on, get a move on it." He lowered his arm and simply pointed to a large sets of doors to the right.
"That is the dinning hall." I felt like kicking myself.
"Um, yeah." I paused at the doors. I was going to be stared at. And everyone in there knew of my humiliation of last night. My stomach growled. Damn't I want food!
"Lady, are you all right?" Figwit asked, his voice closer then it should be.
"Yes." I practically growled. Cut it out, elf boy. I'm not built for love. I yanked the doors open. All eyes turned on me. I pulled my hat lower over my eyes.
"Ah, Jack! I see Figwit found you! Come! Eat!" The Lord said merrily, standing. Figwit took my elbow and led me to the main table. I sat down between Elrond and Arwen.
"You're in a good mood." I replied darkly, staring out at the curious faces that inspected me.
"My family is once again whole! This is Estel, my adopted son. He has returned from a long journey with Figwit here, my third councilor." A boy stood, his shoulders were lanky and stretched with growth.
"A man!" I nearly shouted in surprise. He grinned weakly.
"Yes." Estel answered, looking ashamed.
"Oh, hell, this fucking great! I don't feel half as alone anymore! Okay, I lied about that, but maybe I can identify with you more then these guys!" I stood up and walked over to him and stuck out my hand. He stared at it. "Okay." I put my hand away. He stared at me for a moment.
"So, where are you from?" I asked after a moment of silence.
"I have lived here all my life, Lady-"
"Jack."
"-since I was only a babe." He answered, casting an odd look at me.
"Oh, well. So you haven't been around our people much?" I asked, picking up a pastry and sniffing it.
"I have too!" Estel cried out angrily. I bit into the pastry and gacked. I set it down in disgust and picked up another one.
"How old are you?"
"Eighteen." Estel said, staring at me in disbelief as I inspected the cream puff thingy.
"Coolness, I'm seventeen." I took a bite into my cream puff and sat back down at my seat. I grabbed as many as I could and piled them up on my plate. Looking thoughtfully out at the crowd I swallowed.
"You know I'm sorry for last night. Just forget it, please." I addressed it to Elrond but I said loud enough for the gawking crowd.
"It's quite alright." Elrond assured me. I stuffed another pastry in my mouth. "You rather like those, don't you?"
"Yes! Man, these things are great!" I said, taking a chug of milk in front of me. Arwen began to cough politely. "Sorry." I managed after I swallowed. "These things just taste so damn good! I've never tasted such good food in my life!"
"I'll tell the chefs you like it." Arwen said, gracefully rising from the table. "But I must take my leave, Father. I wish to walk in the gardens with my brothers, if I am still invited."
"You are, dearest sister." Elrohir said standing up as well. Estel turned to me, looking at me with curious eyes.
"Do you wish to come?" Estel asked. Arwen shot him an annoyed look.
"Are you sure you want me to-"
"Of course!" Elrohir said, grabbing my hands and pulling me up. I took a step back in annoyance. What was it with elves and invading personal space?
"Come on, you'll love our gardens!" Arwen said in a fake happy tone, still glancing over at Estel angrily. I followed slightly behind the four siblings, who were walking out, arms linked and singing in a different language. I let out a sigh. Oh yeah, the fifth wheel, always fun.
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I decided to make Jack ignore what happened, it's sorta like-a self-defense mechanism. If you don't think about it or talk about it, it didn't happen.
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The room was cold and dark when I awoke. I stood and let out a hiss as my legs cried out. I stumbled over to the fire and stirred it. The faint glow illuminated the room. I glanced around for some clothes. A pile of clean tunics lay on a chair. Flipping through them, I was cheered a little to find my old clothes in them. I slipped on my jeans and chose a clean tunic from the pile. After a bit more exploring of the room had taken place I discovered both my hoodie and my hat. Pulling my sneakers on, I stretched and glanced around.
Spotting the door, I trotted out. Let's see, with Elrond we went...left. I walked down, glancing around for other signs of life. There were few; it was still rather early. I stopped and glared. Maybe he went right...I turned around and found myself staring at a velour tunic.
"Woah! Sorry bud, too close." I took a step back and looked at my captor. Brown eyes looked down at me, amused.
"Lady Jack, I presume."
"Yep. I mean, yeah that's me."
"I was sent to escort you down to dinner, but I found your room empty." The man-elf, (I was still having trouble forcing myself to think of them as another race) said with a smile.
"I thought I could make it on my own, but this place has got more wrong turns then fucking New York." The man looked startled for a moment and then laughed.
"I see no one has lied of your words."
"Why does everyone find cursing such a big deal? Seriously, it's just words."
"Yes, I suppose." The elf said with an amused expression on his face. "My name is Figwit, Lady."
"Just Jack, please." I couldn't stop the trace of annoyance from seeping into my voice.
"I do not understand why you refuse to say you are a Lady. You are a woman, and from what Elrohir has said of you, a rather lovely one at that." I shot him a glare. Was he flirting?
"Elf boy, you better not be hitting on me." Figwit blinked in surprise.
"I-"
"Cause I'm not interesting in love or weak shit like that, you hear me? I'm Jack. I'm not a woman, so don't treat me like one." Figwit looked very surprised now. I swore. "Listen I'm sorry, alright?" I had needed to say that more for self-reassurance then anything else. I mentally kicked myself. He already knows of last night no doubt, and so now, I go and make a bigger fool of myself and go off on him for no fucking reason.
"La-Jack. I am sorry if I expressed interest in you. I do not lie that I find you attractive." I did a double take. Me? "I did not realize that you were not open for relationships. Forgive me."
"Oh, hell, don't apologize. I-uh-I was just being a bastard, alright? Now could you please lead me to the food?" Figwit laughed a musical one that filled the air.
"Come, Jack." He offered his arm. I stared it.
"Well, come on, get a move on it." He lowered his arm and simply pointed to a large sets of doors to the right.
"That is the dinning hall." I felt like kicking myself.
"Um, yeah." I paused at the doors. I was going to be stared at. And everyone in there knew of my humiliation of last night. My stomach growled. Damn't I want food!
"Lady, are you all right?" Figwit asked, his voice closer then it should be.
"Yes." I practically growled. Cut it out, elf boy. I'm not built for love. I yanked the doors open. All eyes turned on me. I pulled my hat lower over my eyes.
"Ah, Jack! I see Figwit found you! Come! Eat!" The Lord said merrily, standing. Figwit took my elbow and led me to the main table. I sat down between Elrond and Arwen.
"You're in a good mood." I replied darkly, staring out at the curious faces that inspected me.
"My family is once again whole! This is Estel, my adopted son. He has returned from a long journey with Figwit here, my third councilor." A boy stood, his shoulders were lanky and stretched with growth.
"A man!" I nearly shouted in surprise. He grinned weakly.
"Yes." Estel answered, looking ashamed.
"Oh, hell, this fucking great! I don't feel half as alone anymore! Okay, I lied about that, but maybe I can identify with you more then these guys!" I stood up and walked over to him and stuck out my hand. He stared at it. "Okay." I put my hand away. He stared at me for a moment.
"So, where are you from?" I asked after a moment of silence.
"I have lived here all my life, Lady-"
"Jack."
"-since I was only a babe." He answered, casting an odd look at me.
"Oh, well. So you haven't been around our people much?" I asked, picking up a pastry and sniffing it.
"I have too!" Estel cried out angrily. I bit into the pastry and gacked. I set it down in disgust and picked up another one.
"How old are you?"
"Eighteen." Estel said, staring at me in disbelief as I inspected the cream puff thingy.
"Coolness, I'm seventeen." I took a bite into my cream puff and sat back down at my seat. I grabbed as many as I could and piled them up on my plate. Looking thoughtfully out at the crowd I swallowed.
"You know I'm sorry for last night. Just forget it, please." I addressed it to Elrond but I said loud enough for the gawking crowd.
"It's quite alright." Elrond assured me. I stuffed another pastry in my mouth. "You rather like those, don't you?"
"Yes! Man, these things are great!" I said, taking a chug of milk in front of me. Arwen began to cough politely. "Sorry." I managed after I swallowed. "These things just taste so damn good! I've never tasted such good food in my life!"
"I'll tell the chefs you like it." Arwen said, gracefully rising from the table. "But I must take my leave, Father. I wish to walk in the gardens with my brothers, if I am still invited."
"You are, dearest sister." Elrohir said standing up as well. Estel turned to me, looking at me with curious eyes.
"Do you wish to come?" Estel asked. Arwen shot him an annoyed look.
"Are you sure you want me to-"
"Of course!" Elrohir said, grabbing my hands and pulling me up. I took a step back in annoyance. What was it with elves and invading personal space?
"Come on, you'll love our gardens!" Arwen said in a fake happy tone, still glancing over at Estel angrily. I followed slightly behind the four siblings, who were walking out, arms linked and singing in a different language. I let out a sigh. Oh yeah, the fifth wheel, always fun.
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I decided to make Jack ignore what happened, it's sorta like-a self-defense mechanism. If you don't think about it or talk about it, it didn't happen.