i do not own legolas nor do i own any of the characters, settings or views of middle earth. they all belong to the horrible under-worshipped j.r.r. tolkien. (what a genious.) i do own everlease and ryan and any other characters that come into play. and i don't own dashboard confessional though i do wish i could date the guy. ha ha. thank you. this disclaimer will serve as a disclaimer for all the other chapters. please. thank you.
Legolas gladly welcomed the distraction of setting up the booth as he had been greatly disturbed by the conversation that had taken place in the car. From what he could gather from the odd dialect of Everlease, she had only known one man and never seen him again, Ryan was her only real posession, and she considered it all to be the greatest of sorrows. He had many questions that he dared not ask of Everlease. He actually thought her quite intelligent and though he did not think himself stupid, he did not risk showing his ignorance to her. Legolas wondered of whom else he could inquire.
Only one question did he venture: "Everlease? What's your full name?"
She did not look up from the trinkets she was arranging. "Everlease Adore Ravenfall." She paused. "SO WHAT if I changed it." Legolas stared at her, and she laughed even without realizing his gaze. Turning, she added, "I used to be Mary Doris Fussle, but who the hell would think of me as an elf then?"
At this even Legolas had to laugh. The thought of an elf named Mary Doris Fussle was just too much.
"I am a firm believer that children should choose their own name," she continued. "Ryan is just a default name until he finds one that suits him better." Legolas thought of this and decided it actually quite wise. But she then threw in, "I won't even ask what your name was." Legolas glared away for a moment, then decided against a reply.
Legolas could stand it no longer. He knelt beside Everlease and looked into her eyes. "I have many things to ask you."
"Then shoot, partner," she said laughingly.
Legolas took this for a 'go ahead.' "Are we still in the third age?"
Everlease studied his face for a long time. His eyes were unwavering, his mouth in a strait thin line, and his jaw firm. She was almost afraid he meant it. She had noticed a cut on his forehead that was accompanied by a bruised bump; perhaps he had had a concussion, and had amnesia. But he looked like he knew just who he was. Maybe he's just a loony in la la land who's read a little too much Tolkien for his own good, she thought. Either way, she figured she could pull in a little cash with this bird.
Much to Legolas' surprise, Everlease did not respond. He had expected an honest and caring answer. Instead, she turned round and called, "Tom! I need you to make me a sign!!! I've got an idea."
Five minutes later, Legolas found himself sitting cross legged on the ground under a sign that read, "Answer a question of a Middle Earth elf!! $1." His eyebrows knitted, he watched as a family of four excitedly read the sign. This lot is dressed like goons, he thought, as they heaved a piece of paper at Everlease and pranced over to him. The mother of them, clearly thrilled, clapped and said, "Well come on then, throw one at us."
Legolas thought of the advantages of the situation.
"What's a prom?"