A/N: Ok, so I had another dream, hence another installment. Hey, if I'm
lucky I wont have to deal with thinking of any plot at all.it will all come
in my dreams.but with my luck, the dreams will stop as soon as I don't have
any ideas left for the story, and then I'll be stuck. Ohh well. Well here
it goes..
By The Valar
Chapter 2
Life in New York City wasn't all that bad. I was expecting to hate it, but after a few hundred living in the woods, large crowds of people didn't seem that bad. Even if there were no trees, it was just a minor set back. I did, though, manage to locate an apartment near central park. It was no Lothlorien, but it was something other then pavement. The city was especially tolerable at times like these, after a heavy rain had cleansed the air, and sent most of the humans running for cover.
Meeting an especially large puddle, I glanced at it, observing my 'New York City self' that had developed. I had finally lost my long hair, instead settling for shorter, and what some described as a 'shaggier' look. I had to admit, it was certainly much easier to deal with, and was just long enough to hide the tips of my ears. Just for safety's sake though, I still wore a dark green bandana tied around my head. Simple jeans, a white tee shirt, and leather coat completed my look. Not nearly as comfortable or as I would have liked, but I suppose they were more practical, not to mention I would have been locked away for carrying my bow and quiver. Refusing to be unarmed though, I still carried two of my Elven knives on my belt, safely concealed by my jacket. They were a comfort, both in the feeling of protection, and the memories that were engraved into them. Smiling to my reflection, I rocked my weight back and took what would have been an abnormally long leap (for a human, that is) across the puddle.
My ears picked up something then. It was a scream of torment, not of pain, but of the sound of someone's soul shattering. I had heard it before and it sent shivers down my spine. Memories of Helms Deep came flooding back to me; it was the scream of the great warrior accepting that he was going to meet his doom. I heard more voices, these were quieter, but sounded much more numerous. Running towards the sound, I rounded a corner at nearly top speed, only to run headlong into a crowd of people. My first thoughts was that there was fight, and in that case it was best not to be involved. "He just went insane started yelling.." "..came from over there, but I've never seen him before." Catching little excerpts from conversations I deduced that it was merely another drunk struggling with the effects of withdrawal, or another cubical worker that snapped from the stress. I'd seen it all before, so I turned to leave. "..started yelling about some Ring, and a Dark Lord. I'll tell you, the drugs these days."
My head snapped around so fast I nearly fell over. This comment had completely thrown me off guard, and I started to panic. I suddenly realized I needed to get to this person. NOW. Shoving and elbowing my way to the inner circle of the crowd, I gasped at what I saw in front of me. Kneeling on the ground with his head in his hands sobbing was a man. Clad in a black tunic and breeches, with suede boots and an elaborate belt, he obviously stood out, even in this city. Normally people would have swarmed a poor soul such as this, either trying to help or trying to rob him. Laughing ironically, I realized that most people in this situation weren't armed with an impressive sword on their belt. I felt dizzy with panic and confusion. "Arag.Adam!" I had caught myself just in time when a few heads turned to me. The man glanced up and stared into the crowd for the voice. I stepped forward to join him in the center. I saw his hand go for his sword, but I turned my back on him and spoke to the crowd whose eyes were all on me now "Alright, keep going. Haven't you ever seen a man down on his luck before, go on". Content when I saw them start to disperse, I turned around to face the now standing man. He looked at me for several seconds, and I could see the confusion in his eyes. I realized how dramatically different I must look, and I lifted the bandana, and tucked my hair behind my ear for a moment, briefly showing the delicate point. Bowing as inconspicuously as I could, I lowered my eyes and said quietly. " Its good to see you again, my King."
I felt his eyes bore into my lowered head. "Legolas...?
A/N: annnnd then I woke up.haha!...hate to leave you hanging, but Im in as much suspence as you are!
By The Valar
Chapter 2
Life in New York City wasn't all that bad. I was expecting to hate it, but after a few hundred living in the woods, large crowds of people didn't seem that bad. Even if there were no trees, it was just a minor set back. I did, though, manage to locate an apartment near central park. It was no Lothlorien, but it was something other then pavement. The city was especially tolerable at times like these, after a heavy rain had cleansed the air, and sent most of the humans running for cover.
Meeting an especially large puddle, I glanced at it, observing my 'New York City self' that had developed. I had finally lost my long hair, instead settling for shorter, and what some described as a 'shaggier' look. I had to admit, it was certainly much easier to deal with, and was just long enough to hide the tips of my ears. Just for safety's sake though, I still wore a dark green bandana tied around my head. Simple jeans, a white tee shirt, and leather coat completed my look. Not nearly as comfortable or as I would have liked, but I suppose they were more practical, not to mention I would have been locked away for carrying my bow and quiver. Refusing to be unarmed though, I still carried two of my Elven knives on my belt, safely concealed by my jacket. They were a comfort, both in the feeling of protection, and the memories that were engraved into them. Smiling to my reflection, I rocked my weight back and took what would have been an abnormally long leap (for a human, that is) across the puddle.
My ears picked up something then. It was a scream of torment, not of pain, but of the sound of someone's soul shattering. I had heard it before and it sent shivers down my spine. Memories of Helms Deep came flooding back to me; it was the scream of the great warrior accepting that he was going to meet his doom. I heard more voices, these were quieter, but sounded much more numerous. Running towards the sound, I rounded a corner at nearly top speed, only to run headlong into a crowd of people. My first thoughts was that there was fight, and in that case it was best not to be involved. "He just went insane started yelling.." "..came from over there, but I've never seen him before." Catching little excerpts from conversations I deduced that it was merely another drunk struggling with the effects of withdrawal, or another cubical worker that snapped from the stress. I'd seen it all before, so I turned to leave. "..started yelling about some Ring, and a Dark Lord. I'll tell you, the drugs these days."
My head snapped around so fast I nearly fell over. This comment had completely thrown me off guard, and I started to panic. I suddenly realized I needed to get to this person. NOW. Shoving and elbowing my way to the inner circle of the crowd, I gasped at what I saw in front of me. Kneeling on the ground with his head in his hands sobbing was a man. Clad in a black tunic and breeches, with suede boots and an elaborate belt, he obviously stood out, even in this city. Normally people would have swarmed a poor soul such as this, either trying to help or trying to rob him. Laughing ironically, I realized that most people in this situation weren't armed with an impressive sword on their belt. I felt dizzy with panic and confusion. "Arag.Adam!" I had caught myself just in time when a few heads turned to me. The man glanced up and stared into the crowd for the voice. I stepped forward to join him in the center. I saw his hand go for his sword, but I turned my back on him and spoke to the crowd whose eyes were all on me now "Alright, keep going. Haven't you ever seen a man down on his luck before, go on". Content when I saw them start to disperse, I turned around to face the now standing man. He looked at me for several seconds, and I could see the confusion in his eyes. I realized how dramatically different I must look, and I lifted the bandana, and tucked my hair behind my ear for a moment, briefly showing the delicate point. Bowing as inconspicuously as I could, I lowered my eyes and said quietly. " Its good to see you again, my King."
I felt his eyes bore into my lowered head. "Legolas...?
A/N: annnnd then I woke up.haha!...hate to leave you hanging, but Im in as much suspence as you are!