Dad put his hand to his head to rub the nonexistent wrinkles out.
"Tío ma?" He asked in out common tongue, which roughly means, "How many were there?"
"A lot," I replied in English.
"My Lords," he said to the volcans, "There seems to be a slight problem, I wonder if I join you later?"
"Of course," replied Elrond, "As long as you need."
The arrows around me were lowered as my father brushed past Legolas and grabbed my arm.
"Come with me," he muttered, and I followed him after glaring at Legolas and sticking out my tongue.
"I saw that," My father told me, "You're not being courteous."
"Oh please," I snorted, "They're Elves."
"Precisely. We'll need them as allies."
I squinted at him then smiled, "And next it's going to be Dwarves." I laughed.
"No, they were first."
"Dad! What the fuck are you thinking?" I screamed at him.
"Shut-up Jonica!" He scolded, "We need them."
I rolled my eyes and crossed my arms in front of me.
"Now," he started, "Tell me about your mother."
He sat silent for a few moments after I had finished my short tale.
"Stakes, huh?" He asked.
"Yeah," I whispered, now concerned. I have to sit down. I plopped my ass on the ground. "You don't think she's-?"
"No," Dad cut me off, "No. Ivory is strong. Your mother is strong, she can take care of herself," he stated staring off into space.
"Daddy?" I asked concerned.
He came back to me and smiled, "She's fine. Everything's alright," he said, and then knelt down to hug me.
"Lets get you into some clothes. Honestly, I don't know why you and your mother always do that. There's no possible way you can move in all that leather," he joked pulling me up by the hands.
"That's the point Pop. Once you get good, you challenge yourself with new forms of resistance. Then when you're done…go dancing," I smiled and dusted myself off.
"Aidwen," called my father to the nearest elf.
"My Lord," she said back and bowed her head.
My father did the same, "Some clothes for my daughter, if you please," he grinned.
She smiled back, bowed her head and left.
We returned to the company of Elrond.
"Be nice," my father warned.
"Yes, sir!" I saluted.
They talked merrily for a while and I sat and kept my mouth shut.
"What matter of clothing is that?" Asked Legolas when the chatter died down.
"What do you mean?" I asked and stared at him, getting defensive.
"What area?"
"Los Angeles," I stated matter-of-factly.
"Where is that?" He quizzed interested.
"Ahh…" I glanced at my father who was glaring at me, "Not here. Very far away," I said quickly.
"Créo sé pín shay na, Jonica," my father warned me.
"Sorry," I shrugged.
My Lady," Aidwen had found us, "Your clothing your father had requested."
"Thanks," I said enthusiastically took the bundles. Without thinking, I unfolded one of them and looked at it disgusted. "It's a dress."
"Yes Lady," replied Aidwen.
"Jonica, be nice," growled my father.
"Can I get something shorter? And maybe…pants, if it's possible?" I ignored him.
"Jonny!"