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The morning is not better than the night was. I feel bad. I feel embarrassed. I don't ever want to get out of bed again. I want to die.
How can I just go and tell the first elf I knock over about my ridiculous problems and, even worse, about my feelings for glorfindel.
After one or two hours of feeling miserable and having pitied myself because of that little accident I actually stretch my legs over the bedside. (Everybody would say I stretch long legs over the bedside if they'd refer to me, I know, but they are not really all that long. The reach to the floor, quite so. At least they are not so unusual for an elf that you need to mention that..) Well, anyway. I finally get out of bed and after a while of spiffing myself up I go to get some breakfast.
Down in the halls all the elves are looking curiously at me. Why ? I don't know, maybe the person I talked to was telling them my hilarious teen elf- ideas of being able to grow up in one night.
Which one was it ? I'm not so sure. I'm not good at recognizing voices so maybe I never gonna know. There are actually only few elves who would know my name and associate it with my face. There are a lot of elves I know who just call me legolas and don't know anything about where I come from or my title. So, there would be, of course, lordi Elrond and glorfindel. Elladan and elrohir sure know because their old man knows. Some people who came to the wedding know. And he said he just came for the wedding. Could be a bold lie, he could've told me anything.
Well, Galadriel knows and so does her husband Celeborn. Some Of their people might know, too. That guardian, what's his name, hilde, hilda, haldir ? That must be it, he always addresses me with proper title as if we had never met before.
Then, ignorant as I am, I might have known glorfindel's or lord elrond's voice. It couldn't be Galadriel, well, at least if she isn't a transvestite and sneaks around as a guy only at nights and I don't know anything about that. Still, mighty unlikely.
That would leave celeborn, haldir, elladan and elrohir. Too many people, I think. Should I just ask them about it ? But if I asked the wrong guy I'd spill the stuff to even more people. Impossible.
Everybody wears a mean smile today, every greeting I hear sounds hypocritical to my ears. And I should know. They all know. And they are talking about me in secret and laugh their ugly elven-heads off. I just know it.
I'm seeing thinks. My breakfast is tap-dancing across my plate and a huge piece of melon is scoffing at me from the fruit-bowl. Why is everybody so mean to me ? Nobody likes me, no one understands me.
Suddenly I feel a hand on my shoulder on jump up, knocking over my goblet of juice.
'Sorry !', exclaims glorfindel and withdraws his hands into the folds of his red robe. 'I didn't know that you were that jumpy.'
I turn around. He looks a bit shocked.
'No. My fault. I didn't sleep enough and that's why .'
'Why ? When did you go to bed ? I told you to turn in when I left you. I did fall asleep right when I got to my room .'
'I couldn't sleep.'
'Well, before you jumped up, drowning the whole table in juice I just wanted to say 'good morning' to my favorite elf in rivendell.'
'Oh ,' I blush furiously again. 'Thank you.'
'Okay. Now I said that I have to work. How about you come to see me in the evening ?'
I smile happily. 'That would be great. I'll try, I got still some things I have to see to.'
'I hope I'll see you later then.'
He hurries away and I sit down again wiping juice from the table with a napkin, deep in thought.
Okay, if it was glorfindel I met, why would he lie to me and say he went right to bed ? He wouldn't. It wasn't him and his voice isn't cracked. Or I didn't notice it this time.
I need to investigate and silence somebody. I'm just going to act very grown up and nobody would know I'm not but that question in the night would be spoiling it all. Yes, I have to find that elf.
I get up and swish my cloak in a very cool and self-secure way, knocking over another goblet and a candle. Who cares, I have business to see to.
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The morning is not better than the night was. I feel bad. I feel embarrassed. I don't ever want to get out of bed again. I want to die.
How can I just go and tell the first elf I knock over about my ridiculous problems and, even worse, about my feelings for glorfindel.
After one or two hours of feeling miserable and having pitied myself because of that little accident I actually stretch my legs over the bedside. (Everybody would say I stretch long legs over the bedside if they'd refer to me, I know, but they are not really all that long. The reach to the floor, quite so. At least they are not so unusual for an elf that you need to mention that..) Well, anyway. I finally get out of bed and after a while of spiffing myself up I go to get some breakfast.
Down in the halls all the elves are looking curiously at me. Why ? I don't know, maybe the person I talked to was telling them my hilarious teen elf- ideas of being able to grow up in one night.
Which one was it ? I'm not so sure. I'm not good at recognizing voices so maybe I never gonna know. There are actually only few elves who would know my name and associate it with my face. There are a lot of elves I know who just call me legolas and don't know anything about where I come from or my title. So, there would be, of course, lordi Elrond and glorfindel. Elladan and elrohir sure know because their old man knows. Some people who came to the wedding know. And he said he just came for the wedding. Could be a bold lie, he could've told me anything.
Well, Galadriel knows and so does her husband Celeborn. Some Of their people might know, too. That guardian, what's his name, hilde, hilda, haldir ? That must be it, he always addresses me with proper title as if we had never met before.
Then, ignorant as I am, I might have known glorfindel's or lord elrond's voice. It couldn't be Galadriel, well, at least if she isn't a transvestite and sneaks around as a guy only at nights and I don't know anything about that. Still, mighty unlikely.
That would leave celeborn, haldir, elladan and elrohir. Too many people, I think. Should I just ask them about it ? But if I asked the wrong guy I'd spill the stuff to even more people. Impossible.
Everybody wears a mean smile today, every greeting I hear sounds hypocritical to my ears. And I should know. They all know. And they are talking about me in secret and laugh their ugly elven-heads off. I just know it.
I'm seeing thinks. My breakfast is tap-dancing across my plate and a huge piece of melon is scoffing at me from the fruit-bowl. Why is everybody so mean to me ? Nobody likes me, no one understands me.
Suddenly I feel a hand on my shoulder on jump up, knocking over my goblet of juice.
'Sorry !', exclaims glorfindel and withdraws his hands into the folds of his red robe. 'I didn't know that you were that jumpy.'
I turn around. He looks a bit shocked.
'No. My fault. I didn't sleep enough and that's why .'
'Why ? When did you go to bed ? I told you to turn in when I left you. I did fall asleep right when I got to my room .'
'I couldn't sleep.'
'Well, before you jumped up, drowning the whole table in juice I just wanted to say 'good morning' to my favorite elf in rivendell.'
'Oh ,' I blush furiously again. 'Thank you.'
'Okay. Now I said that I have to work. How about you come to see me in the evening ?'
I smile happily. 'That would be great. I'll try, I got still some things I have to see to.'
'I hope I'll see you later then.'
He hurries away and I sit down again wiping juice from the table with a napkin, deep in thought.
Okay, if it was glorfindel I met, why would he lie to me and say he went right to bed ? He wouldn't. It wasn't him and his voice isn't cracked. Or I didn't notice it this time.
I need to investigate and silence somebody. I'm just going to act very grown up and nobody would know I'm not but that question in the night would be spoiling it all. Yes, I have to find that elf.
I get up and swish my cloak in a very cool and self-secure way, knocking over another goblet and a candle. Who cares, I have business to see to.
