a/n: once more, i'm in class. so once more, sorry if the writing seems distracted. mmm...thank goodness for laptops.. ^_v !!
"I'm gonna warn you about Shawn, man," Bear said out of nowhere, when they got in the car. Legolas looked at him blankly. "He's kind of an odd fuck, if you know what i mean," he said confidentally, as though he were including Legolas in a large secret. Legolas raised his eyebrows, pretensing an interest. "He used to work at Circuit City, and he had to dress up every day in a dress shirt and dress pants. He got so used to it, cos he like, lived there or some shit. Then he got really depressed and quit cos he said they weren't giving him enough hours. Can you believe that? Sheez, man, I've quit jobs cos they were giving me too many hours. But Shawn's weird like that. Now he still lives at home, he's twenty one, he won't touch the subject of a girlfriend, and he drinks like the devil. Man, now he sets his alarm every morning for 5:00, trims his hair, shaves, puts on a dress shirt and dress pants, and drinks a bottle of wine. He's clinically insane! Man, he just needs to get laid and get a damn job." Bear shook his head. "I feel sorry for him, you know?" Legolas absently nodded. "Damn, man," Bear muttered.
About five minutes later, they arrived at a small row of cottages, very close together. Legolas figured it must be some sort of spread out 'apartment complex.' The cottage they halted in front of was numbered 18390. Legolas walked up to the door with Bear, and watched Bear beat on it. It was shorty thereafter thrown open by a small boyish figure. He stood maybe 5 foot 6, was very thin and pale skinned. He had large brown eyes, and was moving a buzzing metal object over his head, and to Legolas appeared to be shearing himself. Legolas wondered why; his black hair was already close cut to his head. He was wearing a black cotton jacket over a white button up shirt that was starched and stiff but untucked, and black pants that were actually quite nice. "Shawn," Bear stated.
"Beren," Shawn returned.
Bear pushed past Shawn, dragging Legolas with him. Shawn shut the door, still shearing away. Legolas watched tiny locks of hair fall to the ground. "It's haircut day today," Shawn stated calmly, in a low, clear voice. "Do you need a haircut?" he asked politely, offering the shearer to Bear and then to Legolas. His eyes lighted on Legolas' hair. "Saaaaay, girl!" he crooned, knoting his eyebrows. "Let me cut that hair." He smiled and Bear's eyes widened.
"Crap, man, I haven't seen him look that happy in years! Let 'em cut your hair, man!" Bear exclaimed.
Legolas started to protest, then sighed in emotional defeat and followed Shawn and Bear into a bathroom. He sat down on a small stool, slumping, and stared into a mirror. What would my father say if he could see me now? Legolas' eyes widened at the thought. He would be terrified. Most likely he'd string a bow and shoot me...giving up to an elven maiden like that. Legolas' heart sank. He vowed not to think of her if he could think of it.
They pulled off the Ramones shirt as to not get hair all over it. Shawn eyed the bandage nonchalantly and then turned his attention to the flowing blonde head of hair before him.
Shawn's small mouth curved into a small smile, and his sad brown eyes stayed emotionless. "Hold still," me mumbled. He then pulled a pair of small shearing scissors from a drawer and chopped off a bit of Legolas' hair. Seeing that it had no effect on Legolas, Shawn cut the most part of Legolas' long blonde hair with a frightening amount of skill, or so Bear thought. Shawn then proceeded to turn on the buzzing shears. Legolas tensed up, and Shawn put a small hand on his Legolas' shoulder. "No need to fear, I do this all the time," Shawn assured him.
Bear gave Legolas another assuring nod in the mirror, and mouthed, 'All the time.' Legolas relaxed and allowed his head to be sheared. But when Shawn got to the top, he left a small strip of shortly shaved hair, the rest of Legolas' head being cleanly shaven. Legolas looked questioningly at Shawn in the mirror. Shawn stared into the mirror at Legolas.
"Taxi cab mohawk," he mumbled. Bear grinned. Legolas had to smile too, as he did look quite amusing. But he then stopped smiling, as Shawn was running a small fingertip over the tip of Legolas' pointed ears. Legolas suddenly felt self conscious, for the first time ever, about his ears. The only other Elves he had seen were Everlease and Ryan. And they had both acted as though it were uncommon to have 'ears' like this. And now he no longer had his hair to hide them; he felt exposed. Quickly he shoved Shawn's small hand away. Shawn flickered his small tongue at Legolas and hissed; he then shrugged emotionlessly, and wandered from the room.
Bear gave Legolas an 'I told you so' look, mumbled something about Shawn being a crazy drunk, then exited also. Legolas stood and brushed the hair from his shoulders and back, then reclad himself in the 'Ramones' shirt. Glancing at himself in the mirror he paused. But for his ears, he looked nothing like an elf. Much less an elven warrior prince. He had left his bow and his arrows in Everlease's apartment. The thought of her once more made his stomach rise. He told himself that he wasn't upset, he was merely angry with himself for not telling her her place. But somehow he doubted he could've done that. He thought of Ryan's shocked face as he watched his mommy cut Legolas, and the way he cried when Everlease had carried him out to the car. He then followed the sound of Bear's voice and Shawn's murmurings.
"..so anyways, we were gonna run up to the fair grounds and go to the Ren Fest," Bear was saying.
Shawn looked away absently, and nodded slowly.
Bear paused dramatically. "Do you want to go?" he burst, throwing out his hands, obviously impatient with Shawn's mulling the possibilities over.
Shawn slowly gave a slightly evillish lopsided smile, and nodded thoughtfully.
"Well let's go already, man! COME ON!" Bear exploded, tearing to the door and looking back over his shoulder.
Shawn looked thoughtful, and stood perfectly still, then quietly ahem-ed. He stared up at the ceiling serenely, and told it, "I have to put on my shoes."
Bear and Legolas looked at each other, and then looked down Shawn's small frame to his small feet, which were clad in black shoes. Bear and Legolas looked at each other once more. Bear rolled his eyes and tapped his foot impatiently, hand on the door knob. About a full minute later, Shawn walked forward slowly. Bear bolted out the door, striding impatiently to the car. When Shawn got to the doorway, he solomnly bowed low with a certain degree of grace that comes with most small slender people, and swept his arms out to one side grandly, and Legolas went ahead, mystified. He had never seen a human act this way, not even a child. Surely this was a strange breed of man, being so small and so pleasantly insane. He walked towards the car with Shawn following him. Legolas looked back at him nervously and found that Shawn had stopped to sit on the pathway. He was currently cuddling a cat, and purring with it. Legolas shuddered but found himself laughing.
"Get in the damn car!" Bear yelled up at the sky with a great deal of impatience, pounding the roof of his car to emphasize each syllable.
Shawn threw the cat aside, and it yowled. He then walked slowly to the car and yanked open the car door and dove calmly (if this can be imagined) head first into the back seat. Bear laughed, and went around and tucked Shawn's small feet into the car, then shut the door. When they were all in the car, Bear started it and screeched out of the path and onto the road. As the tires squealed, Shawn hollered out the open window, "Spring break!" Bear laughed.
"Big ass turkey legs!" Bear shouted. Shawn licked his lips, and Bear laughed. They then drove off, en route to the Renaissance Festival.
a/n: i want to pull an 'atlantis forester' here and ask anyone who actually reads this to vote for your favourite character (BESIDES LEGOLAS, PLEASE THANK YOU.). please do this. i would like to know. my favourite part of writing is character revelation. i'd like to know how well i'm doing. of course, DO NOT VOTE FOR LEGOLAS. OF COURSE YOU LOVE HIM, WE ALL DO BUT HE'S JUST NOT MINE. just vote for my people, dammit. thank you very much. hugs and kisses, sarah.