Chapter VIII: The Breaking of This Particular Fellowship
They both walked out of the cafe, and Elijah gazed up and down the street, trying to make a decision.
"You know," he said, "instead of walking all the way to the airport, let's take my Farrari."
"Wait a minute," Kris said, "are you telling me that this whole time, you have had a car?"
"Of course," he stated, "I mean I am an actor.... who earns lots of Geld."
"Will you quit switching back and forth from English to German?" Kris said, frustrated. "It's
annoying!"
"Okay, well let's go," he stated.
"Wait, what color is your car?" she asked. "I only ride in cars that are certain colors."
"Why is that?" he asked, confused.
"Obsessive compulsive disorder," she said bluntly and flatly.
"Riiighhht," he said, "well, it's red."
"Okay then," she replied, "Gehen wir!"
"Wait, I thought we were going to stop with the German!" Eiljah commanded.
"Oh, who cares!" Kris announced with a wave of her hand. "Besides, it's an awesome language!
Why should we fear to use it?"
"Not all the nazis have been accounted for," he stated, fear in his eyes, "we do not know who else
may be listening." He grasped her hand firmly to get her attention.
"Shutup, Lij. You know, for a hobbit, you keep pretty good company!" she said, releasing his hand.
They went to his apartment, got his bag for the plane and got into his Farrari hover car. When they made it
to the airport, Elijah went to the ticket counter to get his boarding pass.
"Take it, Mr. Wood," the ticket lady said, handing him the boarding pass.
Elijah backed away in fright, and stared long at the pass. "No," he said, "you cannot offer me this boarding pass!"
"I'm giving it to you!" she shouted anxiously.
"Don't tempt me, Ticket Lady!" he shouted, eyes growing wide. "I dare not take it. You see, I would use this pass out of
a desire to do good.... but through me, it would wield a power too great and terrible to imagine!"
"Just take the dang pass, Lij," Kris commanded with a slight smile.
Reluctantly he muttered, "Okay." And he took the pass.
When they reached the terminal, Elijah stopped, staring into it with anxiety. He turned, his blue eyes sparkling and whispered,
"I'm a little nervous about flying in airplanes...."
"You'll be okay," she muttered, her deep blue eyes shimmering in tears. "Hmmm... maybe I'll come to LA one day when I'm
out of college."
"I will go, and may you find a safer road!" he whispered, running a hand through a strand of her blonde hair. "God will look after you."
With tears running down her defined cheeks, she cried in a whisper, "I don't suppose we shall see each other again."
Wiping away her tears with a gentle hand, he smiled and stated, "Yet we may, Miss Kris... We may." And with that he leaned
forward and pressed his lips to her. She melted into the kiss, running her fingers gently along the back of his neck. After a
moment, they released each other and Elijah headed into the terminal. As he walked away, he glanced back at her with tears
in his eyes. She gazed into his baby blues with tears in her own, then he turned a corner and was gone.
"Hurry," the ticket lady commanded, "Mr. Wood has reached the plane." Kris simply stared down at her hands, a tear falling to
fingers. "You mean not to follow him..." she stated quietly.
"Elijah's fate is no longer in my hands," Kris said gently. Then she looked up and muttered to the Ticket Lady, "So it has all
been in vain. This Fellowship has failed!"
"But what if you stay true to each other?" the Ticket Lady said with wisdom in her voice. "You will always have left to live
by. You have done what God wanted you to do."
Kris stared at her and smiled, "You're right, ticket lady. I did what God sent me out to do. I am ready to go home!"
And with that, Kris turned and proceeded out of the airport just as Elijah's plane flew over her head...
****Author's Note: THE END!****
They both walked out of the cafe, and Elijah gazed up and down the street, trying to make a decision.
"You know," he said, "instead of walking all the way to the airport, let's take my Farrari."
"Wait a minute," Kris said, "are you telling me that this whole time, you have had a car?"
"Of course," he stated, "I mean I am an actor.... who earns lots of Geld."
"Will you quit switching back and forth from English to German?" Kris said, frustrated. "It's
annoying!"
"Okay, well let's go," he stated.
"Wait, what color is your car?" she asked. "I only ride in cars that are certain colors."
"Why is that?" he asked, confused.
"Obsessive compulsive disorder," she said bluntly and flatly.
"Riiighhht," he said, "well, it's red."
"Okay then," she replied, "Gehen wir!"
"Wait, I thought we were going to stop with the German!" Eiljah commanded.
"Oh, who cares!" Kris announced with a wave of her hand. "Besides, it's an awesome language!
Why should we fear to use it?"
"Not all the nazis have been accounted for," he stated, fear in his eyes, "we do not know who else
may be listening." He grasped her hand firmly to get her attention.
"Shutup, Lij. You know, for a hobbit, you keep pretty good company!" she said, releasing his hand.
They went to his apartment, got his bag for the plane and got into his Farrari hover car. When they made it
to the airport, Elijah went to the ticket counter to get his boarding pass.
"Take it, Mr. Wood," the ticket lady said, handing him the boarding pass.
Elijah backed away in fright, and stared long at the pass. "No," he said, "you cannot offer me this boarding pass!"
"I'm giving it to you!" she shouted anxiously.
"Don't tempt me, Ticket Lady!" he shouted, eyes growing wide. "I dare not take it. You see, I would use this pass out of
a desire to do good.... but through me, it would wield a power too great and terrible to imagine!"
"Just take the dang pass, Lij," Kris commanded with a slight smile.
Reluctantly he muttered, "Okay." And he took the pass.
When they reached the terminal, Elijah stopped, staring into it with anxiety. He turned, his blue eyes sparkling and whispered,
"I'm a little nervous about flying in airplanes...."
"You'll be okay," she muttered, her deep blue eyes shimmering in tears. "Hmmm... maybe I'll come to LA one day when I'm
out of college."
"I will go, and may you find a safer road!" he whispered, running a hand through a strand of her blonde hair. "God will look after you."
With tears running down her defined cheeks, she cried in a whisper, "I don't suppose we shall see each other again."
Wiping away her tears with a gentle hand, he smiled and stated, "Yet we may, Miss Kris... We may." And with that he leaned
forward and pressed his lips to her. She melted into the kiss, running her fingers gently along the back of his neck. After a
moment, they released each other and Elijah headed into the terminal. As he walked away, he glanced back at her with tears
in his eyes. She gazed into his baby blues with tears in her own, then he turned a corner and was gone.
"Hurry," the ticket lady commanded, "Mr. Wood has reached the plane." Kris simply stared down at her hands, a tear falling to
fingers. "You mean not to follow him..." she stated quietly.
"Elijah's fate is no longer in my hands," Kris said gently. Then she looked up and muttered to the Ticket Lady, "So it has all
been in vain. This Fellowship has failed!"
"But what if you stay true to each other?" the Ticket Lady said with wisdom in her voice. "You will always have left to live
by. You have done what God wanted you to do."
Kris stared at her and smiled, "You're right, ticket lady. I did what God sent me out to do. I am ready to go home!"
And with that, Kris turned and proceeded out of the airport just as Elijah's plane flew over her head...
****Author's Note: THE END!****