Authors' Note: Hello all. We forgot to mention something in the last chapter. Elladan and Elrohir address Adam as ""Otorno"" and we forgot to give you the translation. It means "Brother" in elvish. We will try not to forget to put the translations in next time. Enjoy yourselves.
The Nightrunners
How to Annoy Your Roommate Without Getting Killed
Soundtrack: Good Riddance (Green Day)
Another turning point a fork stuck in the road
Time grabs you by the wrist directs you where to go
So make the best of this test and don't ask why
It's not a question but a lesson learned in time
It's something unpredictable
But in the end is right
I hope you had the time of your life
So take the photographs and still frames in your mind
Hang it on a shelf in good health and good time
Tattoos of memories and dead skin on trial
For what it's worth it was worth all the while
It's something unpredictable
But in the end is right
I hope you had the time of your life
It's something unpredictable
But in the end is right
I hope you had the time of your life
It's something unpredictable
But in the end is right
I hope you had the time of your life
Gabe glanced up in mild interest as Legolas entered the apartment. Though he'd only been there for a day, Gabe had firmly entrenched himself and several
hockey bags worth of stuff in the formerly-tidy apartment.
"Did you have a good day?" he inquired.
"Not bad," Legolas answered.
"What did you do?"
"Dragged the Hudson River for a lost King of Men," came the dry reply.
"There's more than one?"
Legolas rolled his eyes. "You know what I mean."
"Yeah. Do I want to know where you're digging up Aragorn?"
"Not really."
Gabe nodded agreeably. "Fair enough. I'll find out eventually. By the way, I ate all your food."
Legolas groaned and hurried into the kitchen. Gabe heard the refrigerator door open, and then the slamming of several cupboards. "By the Valar, you weren't
kidding when you said *all* my food! Stupid dwarf! I needed that."
"What for?" Gabe was sprawled on the couch, looking decidedly unconcerned, as Legolas left the kitchen.
"I'm going hobbit-hunting. I figure I'll need the food to lure them back to the apartment."
The Princeton professor considered this for a moment. "Do you know where they are?"
Legolas shrugged. "Elrond gave me a pretty good idea of where to look. I'll find them."
"Do you want me to come with you?"
"No." Legolas gestured towards the door. "You're going to buy more food."
"I've got no money."
Legolas grimaced comically. "Check in the sideboard, you dwarven bum. I think there's some in there."
Gabe rose from the couch slowly, grumbling: "So much for the fabled hospitality of the elves."
"I'd be a lot more hospitable if you weren't putting your dirty feet on my couch," Legolas grinned. "I've got to go change. Thanks to Elessar, I've got river
water all over me. Stubborn bastard."
Gabe glanced at him from the kitchen doorway. "I take it your conversation with Aragorn did not go well?"
"No, it did not."
Gabe snorted in a very dwarven manner. "Who wouldn't believe a pretty boy like you?"
He ducked as Legolas scooped a book off the coffee table and threw it at him.
Chuckling, he watched it spin across the floor into the kitchen, banging to a halt against the fridge. "Careful, Master Elf. I no longer have a sound helmet of
dwarven make to protect me."
"No," Legolas retorted. "But you've still got a good thick head to protect the few brains you have."
They grinned at each other, and Gimli went off in search of money, and Legolas in search of clean clothes.