Disconnected

Chpt. 7

            There was a knock on the door.

            "What?!"  I screeched thoroughly pissed about my missing clothes.

            "Lady, what is wrong?"  Aidwen asked patiently, not daring to open the door.

            "My clothes, Aidwen, where are my clothes?"  I asked, not so patient.

            "They have been taken to be cleaned, by request of your father," she explained.

            "Get them back!"  I yelled, clutching the cloth around me.

            "Please be calm Jonica.  Everything will be all right.  There is no need-,"

            "No need?!  I have no clothes!"  I cut her off.

            "There is but a gown-," she started again but I cut her off once more.

            ""I haven't worn a dress in over five years, I'm not wearing one now!"  I yelled, and then I plopped down on the bed next to the gown and crossed my arms over my chest, letting the cloth fall around my legs and waist.

            There was a murmur outside my door in that language I don't know.  It sounded like Aidwen and I had captured the attention of others.

            "Jonica, why will you not wear proper clothing?" asked a male voice that sounded like Legolas.

            "God!  Don't you ever leave me alone?"  I yelled to him.

            "Jonica, your father awaits your presence," he stated while ignoring me.

            I pulled the up around me and clutched it to my chest.  Then I walked to the door and pulled it open and held it with one hand, and the cloth with the other.

            "Tell him to fuck off!"  I yelled, eyes flashing with rage.

            Legolas and Aidwen looked quickly down.  Legolas blushed and turned away when he realized I wasn't wearing much, while Aidwen pushed me back into my room and quickly shut the door.

            "I realize that our customs are different to that of yours, but we are often polite and patient with the People of Men," she snapped, her eyes were now brown.  "I realize that you are very young-."

            "I am eighteen years old, thank you!"

            "I am over three hundred, as are most of the Eldar.  You are very young."  She said with authority.  I hate authority.  "Put on the gown," she instructed, and reluctantly I obeyed.

            "If you had to live through what I've lived through, you'd be lucky to make it to sixteen," I murmured under my breath.

            "Really?  Perhaps you will tell the tale to me later," she said and left.

            I slipped into the dress and shook my hair dry.

            When Aidwen returned she smiled lightly.  "You are a beautiful maiden," she told me and pulled back my shaggy hair into a tight braid.  She then led me to where my father was.

            "We have been holding meal for you, daughter," he said, trying to sound like an elf.

            "I had trouble getting dressed," I glared at him.

+~Hi again!  I'm just warning you that there are time shifts in my world.  Jonny is older and wiser, and bitchier in this story because a lot more has happened to her than I had written down.  I'm sorry I don't write things in sequence.  The story (if you look on my story list thingy,) called Circumstances Unknown (a Mutant X crossover) she is 17.  And in another story (which I haven't put up) she is 16.  None of these are finished (stupid me) but I know exactly what's going on.  So I'll be restating a lot of what happened to her as time goes on…"Really?  Perhaps you will tell the tale to me later,"…a bit of foreshadowing for ya.