1 Chapter 4: Questions and Answers: Part 1
After they laid the man down on Colby's bed (who still kept talking about love and someone named Arwen), they put the elf in another room. Since there were no other rooms, they had to lay him on the table in Colby's kitchen. "Colby," Marcie asked while she watched her tend to the man's wounds. "How did you know that it was a bad idea to hurt these two?" she asked. "Um, I didn't…. I just kinda, sensed it, uhh….nevermind," she said suddenly. "Wait a minute!" Marcie said. "Are you saying that…you don't mean…" Colby slowly turned to face her. "Yah….I've um…kinda been having the same feelings or, senses as you…I think.." she said. Marcie's jaw dropped open in disbelief. "But, why didn't you tell me anything?" Marcie asked. "What, and have you think that I was some sort of cupcake?!" Colby cried. "Ha!" she said as she walked out of the room.
'Oook then,' Marcie thought, 'Colby and I having the same kind of strange sense…weird!' A sudden moan from the kitchen disrupted her thoughts. "Oh, Marcie, your prince is calling! And hurry up! He's getting blood on the table!" Colby called out from the kitchen. Marcie made her way into the kitchen and, having never really noticed before, admired the elf's long blonde hair, which was pulled halfway back in a braid with a braid on either side above his pointy ears. Just the sight of him made her open her mouth and gawk at him. "Well, are you gonna help him, or just admire him from afar?" asked Colby, handing her a damp rag. "Umm..yah, yah of course," said Marcie, taking the rag from her and walking towards the elf. "He says his name is Legolas and what a surprise, he's from Mirkwood," said Colby. Marcie was nodding at everything Colby said, pretending to pay close attention while secretly admiring the elf's good looks. "Now he's got a wound on one of his shoulders, so you'll have to take his tunic off," said Colby. At this Marcie stopped nodding and stared at Colby.
After they laid the man down on Colby's bed (who still kept talking about love and someone named Arwen), they put the elf in another room. Since there were no other rooms, they had to lay him on the table in Colby's kitchen. "Colby," Marcie asked while she watched her tend to the man's wounds. "How did you know that it was a bad idea to hurt these two?" she asked. "Um, I didn't…. I just kinda, sensed it, uhh….nevermind," she said suddenly. "Wait a minute!" Marcie said. "Are you saying that…you don't mean…" Colby slowly turned to face her. "Yah….I've um…kinda been having the same feelings or, senses as you…I think.." she said. Marcie's jaw dropped open in disbelief. "But, why didn't you tell me anything?" Marcie asked. "What, and have you think that I was some sort of cupcake?!" Colby cried. "Ha!" she said as she walked out of the room.
'Oook then,' Marcie thought, 'Colby and I having the same kind of strange sense…weird!' A sudden moan from the kitchen disrupted her thoughts. "Oh, Marcie, your prince is calling! And hurry up! He's getting blood on the table!" Colby called out from the kitchen. Marcie made her way into the kitchen and, having never really noticed before, admired the elf's long blonde hair, which was pulled halfway back in a braid with a braid on either side above his pointy ears. Just the sight of him made her open her mouth and gawk at him. "Well, are you gonna help him, or just admire him from afar?" asked Colby, handing her a damp rag. "Umm..yah, yah of course," said Marcie, taking the rag from her and walking towards the elf. "He says his name is Legolas and what a surprise, he's from Mirkwood," said Colby. Marcie was nodding at everything Colby said, pretending to pay close attention while secretly admiring the elf's good looks. "Now he's got a wound on one of his shoulders, so you'll have to take his tunic off," said Colby. At this Marcie stopped nodding and stared at Colby.