a/n: i am in class and i hate it.
oh and thanks everyone for the support. la la la la LA! VOTE FOR YOUR FAVOURITE NON LEGOLAS CHARACTER!
The ride to Bear's appartment was nearly torturous. Marie finally just gave up and talked quietly to Legolas, while Jane persisted in her "bitching" from the front of the car. Shawn drove quietly. Legolas was now far from believing that Jane and Shawn were akin. Soon they came to the complex, and Shawn parked next to a empty spot. As soon as Jane began to open her door, a strange car pulled up in a puff of smoke and dust. "Fuckin son of a-" Jane began.
Her door was pushed shut and when the dust cleared away, a face could be seen smiling in her window. "SATAN!" she growled. She pushed the door open once more but with much force this time. It shoved Satan back onto his car and he laughed, heading towards the apartment. "Ugghhh!" Jane moaned.
Legolas got out and watched Satan and a girl he assumed must be Rita knock on the door. He then looked at their car. He ran a hand over the top of it, velvety smooth and sparkling black. If there were such thing as a princely car, this would be it, he thought interestedly. The hind of the car rose slightly and the back wheels where thicker. Legolas thought it was lovely. He looked up and was suprised to see Jane also petting the car affectionately.
She smiled and so did her squinty little eyes did too. "Used to be mine," she lamented, stroking the roof.
Legolas was taken aback that she was actually speaking to him. Surely the smaller a person was the more tempermental they were. "Oh did it?" he asked, keeping his voice as polite as possible.
She raised her tiny eyebrows and nodded proudly. "Oh yes, it did." She ran a finger down the metal around the window. "Sixty-seven Camero." She gave it a quick, sharp pat and then began to walk away, still talking to Legolas. "Sold it to Phil though since I needed the monthly income. He gives me a hundred a month." She shook her head. "Sooo depressing though, cos it's sooo lovely." She turned to Legolas as they reached the door. "Don't you think so?"
"Yes, I do, Jane," he said, simply and honestly. She nodded happily, and let herself in the apartment.
As they walked in, Marie got up to walk into the small kitchen and Jane jumped onto where Marie had been sitting. "Wooo, I got the couch!" she yelled. Marie yelped and ran back in alarm.
"You little ho," Marie cried. She moped back into the kitchen with Shawn.
Jane scooted over on the 'couch' and patted the seat. "Come 'ere, Dougas!" she called.
Phil and Rita, on the 'couch' to their left, laughed. "OK, Shawn," Phil said. He and Rita laughed and Legolas laughed too. He sat down and took in Phil and Rita.
Phil, or Satan, had looked strong and healthy, the first human Legolas had seen that looked so. He was tall, maybe 6 feet, and had sparkling green eyes and a small beard. Legolas was almost reminded of a man of Gondor when he looked upon Phil. The thought of something of Middle-Earth struck Legolas like a blow from a sword. He had not thought of it for days. Legolas shook his head. Phil bore a tunic shirt that proclaimed, "So I killed a gopher with a stick, big deal." Legolas knoted his brow. What? he thought. He turned to look at Rita. She had a light brown skin, and longish curly black hair, piled on top of her head by combs. Her face was not beautiful but childish and cute, and on her nose she wore a pair of narrow black framed "glasses." (He had learned about those at the Ren Fest yesterday.) She did not wear a t-shirt but rather a shirt Legolas more approved of, billowy sleeves and frilly, fitted torso. But her skirts were made of the same 'jeans' material that he wore. He realized she was standing up.
"Hey guys look at my new tattoo," she said excitedly. She stood up and rotated where they could see her left side, where there was a large slit in her skirt. Legolas know his eyes grew large. Up her slim leg on the outer side there were eight eyes, tattooed there, staring in suprise and alarm. The irises were many coloured, red, blue, black, orange, purple, pink, green, and the last yellow. There was the smallest one near her ankle, the size of a coin, then they increased in size from there. By the time his eyes travelled up to the eye she was pointing to at the top of her hip, it was perhaps the size of the palm of his hand not including his fingers.
"Is that gonna be your last one?" Jane asked.
Rita shrugged, examining the new yellow eye. "Red said he doesn't know where I'd put another one if I wanted to stay with the pattern."
Legolas felt that he needed to say something. "It looks lovely," he commented.
Rita seemed to notice him for the first time. She smiled and said, "Yeah, Red calls me 'The Great Eye Wonder.'" She held out her hand. "I'm Rita by the way," she said as she shook Legolas' hand then sat down by Phil again, "and this is my husband Phil." Phil smiled and lit a 'cigarette.' "I guess you're Douglas," she said. Legolas just smiled. "I'm sure Shawn loves that." Phil smiled.
Sandy walked in then. Legolas noticed that she had changed into jeans. She sat in a chair across from Phil and Rita and waved at them and Jane, "Hi, my name's Sandy."
Phil and Rita smiled. "I'm Rita, this is Phil," Rita said.
"Are you the faerie?" Jane asked bluntly, her eyes narrowing in judgement.
"Excuse me?" Sandy said. She set her jaw.
"Are you the faerie that Bear picked up at Ren Fest?" Jane asked coldly. Legolas felt the air grow thick with the tension between them.
Sandy stared at her hard. "Yeah, I work at the Rennaissance Festival." She tucked her hair behind her ears and took a deep breath. Legolas then saw the anger go out of her, and marvelled at her patience with the crudeness of Jane. "Where do you work?"
Jane stared at her in disbelief and shook her head. She stood up and left the room. Sandy looked at Legolas, and he recognized her feelings. He knew that he had felt the same way when he met Jane. So he used the same words of comfort that Marie had used. "Don't mind her, she's a such a bitch," he quoted verbatum.
Rita fell onto Phil in a fit of giggles. Phil laughed in surprise and Sandy laughed too. "You must know Jane pretty well, huh?" Phil commented.
"Honestly, I met her only moments before this," Legolas told them truthfully.
Phil and Rita turned to each other and laughed hard. "So it really is easy to get to know Jane!" Rita exclaimed. Legolas sneaked a look at Sandy and saw she looked relieved. "Hey, Douglas," Rita said suddenly, and Legolas turned quickly back to her. "Are you from England or what?" Legolas, confused, shook his head. "Well you're pullin the accent off pretty good then," she said, looking surprised. He shrugged. But just then Bear ran and jumped on the couch next to Legolas, breaking the uneasy air.
"Waaaaahoooo!" he yelled. "Hey, where did Jane go?" he asked looking around.
"Hey Bear, Douglas thinks Jane's a bitch," Phil commented comically. Bear laughed.
"Who doesn't?" he laughed. "Hey Jane! Ja-ane!" he bellowed, and Rita covered up her ears.
"Stop yelling, for the love of God!" she pleaded. Bear grinned mischievously, but yelled no longer. Jane came marching into the room and sat directly on Bear's lap. Suddenly she was all smiles, and hugs and kisses. Bear tumped her off by standing up.
"Get offa me, ho!" he chided her. Sandy snickered. Bear grinned at her. "Hey Sandy, you want to come help me with the food?" he said coyly.
"No, I'm fine," she said confidently, but her eyes followed him into the kitchen.
Jane skulked over to the couch once more and sat down next to Legolas. She held onto his arm and lay her head down on his shoulder. "Dougie still loves me, doesn't he?" she cooed.
Legolas gazed down at this mortal woman clinging to his arm. Her small flat upturned face was full of seemingly genuine adoration, all of which he knew was false. "Filth," he hissed. "Unhand me, wench!" he spat, and wrestled out of her grip. Jane looked shocked.
"Fuckin Dungeons and Dragons, man, you aughta play with us sometime!" Phil cried. He looked at Rita. "Wouldn't he be bad ass to play D&D with?" Rita nodded eagerly. She looked over at Jane, still coiled away on the couch staring, shocked, at Legolas.
"Really Jane, back off. Stop being such a ho," Rita giggled. Jane's eyes nearly popped.
"Oh fuck this!" she said matter of factly, and walked out the front door. Legolas stared after her nonchalantly.
"Where is she off to?" he wondered out loud.
"Oh nowhere too far. She does this about every time we see her," Rita assured him. Sandy and Legolas looked at each other, both of their eyebrows raised, as if to say, 'You don't say...'
"I don't even know why we hang out with that freak," Phil muttered, then leaned forward to extinguish his cigarette in one of the glass containers on the low table before him. Legolas watched it smoke for a second and then die out. He opened his mouth, and then shut it again, eyes still on the cigarette end.
"How do you guys know her?" Sandy asked, unable to contain her curiosity.
"Oh," Rita started, rolling her eyes. "Well, she went to school with Marie, and they hung out for years, and, oh hell I don't know. Now they," she waved her hand towards the door and the kitchen, "her and Marie, they live together, and now we'll never get rid of Jane." Rita turned her eyes to the ceiling and shook her head. "I guess it doesn't matter." Sandy shrugged.
"Who's Marie?" Sandy asked.
"You'll see her around," Rita assured her.
"I think she is in there with Bear and Shawn," Legolas offered. Phil nodded. Sandy 'mmhm-ed' and went about playing with a little vial of fluid that was used to light cigarettes. She waved her thumb over it several times, forcing the flame to arise and preform a brief flickering dance before she would lift her thumb and the flame would hide. Legolas reached out to her.
"May I see that?" he asked.
"Sure," she smiled, and tossed him the vial. Legolas turned it over and over in his hands and then turned to the two small wheels at the top. He waved his thumb over it but to no avail. He tried turning the wheels slowly. Nothing. He then tried running his thumb over the wheels quickly and got a small spark. He tried this again and this time his thumb slipped and pressed a little button beneath the dual wheels. Aha! he thought as the flame danced. He let go of the button, lifting his thumb, like Sandy, and the flame would disappear. Legolas smiled. What a novelty! For such animal like idiots, these human like creatures have invented a number of new and intriguing creations! he thought eagerly, summoning the flame and watching it dance. He looked up to see Sandy smiling. She waved another lighter at him.
"You can have that one, I like this one better," she told him, lighting up a cigarette. She moved the cigarette from her lips and blew away the smoke. "You want a cig?" she asked, reaching for her pocket.
"No thanks," Legolas waved away the offer, but actually, he wished he hadn't. But Elves do not fool with weed, he told himself. That is the game of Dwarves and Halflings. But he still felt a pang of regret. Sandy smiled and shrugged, and settled back into her seat.
Legolas looked around him. Kingly Phil, arm around his wife, his fair countenance countered by his slumping posture and lazy smile. Childish Rita, giggling at Phil, left hand massaging her new 'eye.' Calm Sandy, smoking her cigarette, blowing the smoke in a long uninterupted stream from between her lips. In the kitchen he knew there was Bear, tall and awkward, Shawn, small and strange, and Marie, understanding and bold. Outside he knew there was Jane, small and angry and fake. And not far from here, he knew about Everlease, and Ryan, and Carter. Everlease.
Legolas looked down at his hands, and the lighter he held. Who are these people? Where am I?
a/n: i don't know what i'm doing, i don't know at all. i added in my friend Satan/Phil (and we call him both too) but i made up rita. but no matter what, KEEP VOTING FOR YOUR FAVOURITE NON LEGOLAS CHARACTER! weeeeeee! i started at 9 AM and finished at 1:55 PM! that was great. (i had an hour lunch.) yay! kisses! love, sarah.