"May I show you something?" asked Legolas, a twinkle in his eye.
"Ya, of course," I answered.
"But first I need tell to you something, a dream I had last night," said Legolas. "It was the voice my God, Iluvatar, he spoke to me, saying, 'You were sent to the world you were, not lost to it. Our plan for you is only what you make of it; may it be good. Perhaps I shall reveal to you your purpose there, or perhaps you shall find it on your own. Trust you heart and your tongue, as you were given the gifts of their speech and the knowledge of their world. Treasure these, for they are invaluable.' When I woke up this morning - follow me." Legolas led me to his room and picked a stack of papers up from his dresser. "I found these here, all of them." He handed me the documents. I looked at him for a second and then thumbed through them: a birth certificate, a high school diploma from a school in Nottingham, college degrees in Art and Math from a London University, medical files, a UK citizen certificate, an ID card, and 400,000 pounds in bills. I sat down on the bed, holding all this in my hands.
"Legolas." I said, awestruck. He sat down beside me.
"Aye," Legolas replied, smiling. I took a deep breath.
"Wow," I said. "You are.wow." Legolas laughed.
"Ok, let's take these into the living room and sort, alright?" I asked, trying to pull myself together.
"As you wish," he replied. Legolas followed me to the living room couch and sat down. I knelt beside the coffee table and set down the pile of papers.
"Right O," I said. I put all the official documents in one pile, all the not so important ones in another. I picked up the ID card. "Well, Legolas, you're 22 and your name is Alexander James Brahm. That's a bit.snobby sounding." Legolas laughed. "You need some really cool nickname." Peter walked up behind me and took the ID card out of my hands, as though he had expected it the whole time and wasn't surprised at all this just appear out of mid-air.
"A nickname." he said, as though pondering the idea. "Lex."
"Oh, Lex is nice," I replied. Legolas smiled.
"Then Lex 'tis," said Legolas. I looked at him. I got the feeling that Legolas didn't quite know what all of this meant.
"You do realize that you're rich." I said. "All that money you got, that's about 6 years of working at a very high-end job."
"I'm not rich," replied Legolas. "We're rich." I couldn't help but smile at him and shake my head.
"Legolas, this is your money," I said.
"And you're my friend," said Legolas. "Amin naa llie. It means "mine is yours."'
"Peter, would you mind going to the bank and filing all of the paperwork and money?" I asked.
"Not at all," he replied, "but I want to talk to you later."
"No," I said. "I understand. It's alright." My talk with Legolas and his support had meant so much to me. I had realized that Peter and I had always been friends; nothing would change that. Peter smiled.
"Alright then," he said, picking up the more important of the two piles. He picked up his keys and was gone. I sighed and sat down on the couch beside Legolas.
"Well, Legol - I mean Lex," I said. "We should probably go get you some clothes and stuff. You with me?"
"Certainly," Legolas replied. I got my keys, left a note for Peter, and we were off. For Legolas, the day's experiences were new, while they were mundane for me. It was amazing to see all of this through an elf's eyes. Stores were a novelty, as were cars, CD players, stoplights, roundabouts, and all of the other normalities of Lincoln. When we first arrived at the shopping mall, Legolas just sort of looked around, somewhat stunned. I stuck out my hand to him.
"You wouldn't mind, would you?" I asked, winking at him.
"Of course not," he replied, smiling. He slipped his hand around mine. I didn't do it to hold hands with him, although that was certainly a perk. In the back of my mind, I was somewhat hoping that some people I knew would see me holding hands with this gorgeous guy. But, I did it to make him feel a little bit more familiar, not totally alone in this new world. By the time we drove home, the crimson sun just peeking over the Cathedral's pinnacle, we were both exhausted, but the back seat was piled high with bags of clothes and other necessities.
"Your music here is so wonderful," said Legolas, listening to the CD player and looking out the passenger-side window at the buildings along the street blurring by with the street lamps in the coming darkness.
"Really?" I asked. "You like music, Legolas? And oh, can I call you Legolas instead of Lex?"
"But of course, I quite prefer it from you," answered Legolas, a smile of his lips. "And aye, I was taught to love to fight by my father, but the love of music has always been in my heart."
"I never pictured you liking music somehow." I said.
"Ah, but I do," replied Legolas. "I love to play the harp. I have been told I have more of a gift for my harp than my sword."
"Harp.wow," I said, watching the road ahead of me more to keep Legolas from seeing my amazed expression than actually watching the street. "Do you play anything else?"
"We elves have a drum," answered Legolas. "'Tis sort of hand drum. It has a circular wooden frame with skin of a sheep stretched across it. We call it a "welkin." I love to play mine at home. I have always had a pulsing beat inside of me and to bring it out with a welkin is quite satisfying." At this, Legolas laughed. "You think me odd, no doubt."
"No, I understand," I said. "A loud beat makes your heart beat the same as it."
"Aye," replied Legolas, nodding.
"It is the same with me," I said. I'd have to take him clubbing soon. He'd like that, loud techno music and whatnot.
"We have much in common, Sydney," said Legolas. "Surprisingly much." I laughed.
"Ya, well, all the better, I suppose," I replied. As I said this, I pulled up in front of our flat. I got out and helped Legolas carry the tons of bags into the flat, slamming the door shut behind me with my foot.
"Home!" I called. Peter had to be back by now. Sure enough, Peter emerged from behind the living room couch.
"Nice to see you two," he said. "I was afraid you were goners for sure."
"Actually," replied Legolas, "I think it was enjoyable. The company was to say the least." With this, he looked at me and smiled.
"Ya, of course," I answered.
"But first I need tell to you something, a dream I had last night," said Legolas. "It was the voice my God, Iluvatar, he spoke to me, saying, 'You were sent to the world you were, not lost to it. Our plan for you is only what you make of it; may it be good. Perhaps I shall reveal to you your purpose there, or perhaps you shall find it on your own. Trust you heart and your tongue, as you were given the gifts of their speech and the knowledge of their world. Treasure these, for they are invaluable.' When I woke up this morning - follow me." Legolas led me to his room and picked a stack of papers up from his dresser. "I found these here, all of them." He handed me the documents. I looked at him for a second and then thumbed through them: a birth certificate, a high school diploma from a school in Nottingham, college degrees in Art and Math from a London University, medical files, a UK citizen certificate, an ID card, and 400,000 pounds in bills. I sat down on the bed, holding all this in my hands.
"Legolas." I said, awestruck. He sat down beside me.
"Aye," Legolas replied, smiling. I took a deep breath.
"Wow," I said. "You are.wow." Legolas laughed.
"Ok, let's take these into the living room and sort, alright?" I asked, trying to pull myself together.
"As you wish," he replied. Legolas followed me to the living room couch and sat down. I knelt beside the coffee table and set down the pile of papers.
"Right O," I said. I put all the official documents in one pile, all the not so important ones in another. I picked up the ID card. "Well, Legolas, you're 22 and your name is Alexander James Brahm. That's a bit.snobby sounding." Legolas laughed. "You need some really cool nickname." Peter walked up behind me and took the ID card out of my hands, as though he had expected it the whole time and wasn't surprised at all this just appear out of mid-air.
"A nickname." he said, as though pondering the idea. "Lex."
"Oh, Lex is nice," I replied. Legolas smiled.
"Then Lex 'tis," said Legolas. I looked at him. I got the feeling that Legolas didn't quite know what all of this meant.
"You do realize that you're rich." I said. "All that money you got, that's about 6 years of working at a very high-end job."
"I'm not rich," replied Legolas. "We're rich." I couldn't help but smile at him and shake my head.
"Legolas, this is your money," I said.
"And you're my friend," said Legolas. "Amin naa llie. It means "mine is yours."'
"Peter, would you mind going to the bank and filing all of the paperwork and money?" I asked.
"Not at all," he replied, "but I want to talk to you later."
"No," I said. "I understand. It's alright." My talk with Legolas and his support had meant so much to me. I had realized that Peter and I had always been friends; nothing would change that. Peter smiled.
"Alright then," he said, picking up the more important of the two piles. He picked up his keys and was gone. I sighed and sat down on the couch beside Legolas.
"Well, Legol - I mean Lex," I said. "We should probably go get you some clothes and stuff. You with me?"
"Certainly," Legolas replied. I got my keys, left a note for Peter, and we were off. For Legolas, the day's experiences were new, while they were mundane for me. It was amazing to see all of this through an elf's eyes. Stores were a novelty, as were cars, CD players, stoplights, roundabouts, and all of the other normalities of Lincoln. When we first arrived at the shopping mall, Legolas just sort of looked around, somewhat stunned. I stuck out my hand to him.
"You wouldn't mind, would you?" I asked, winking at him.
"Of course not," he replied, smiling. He slipped his hand around mine. I didn't do it to hold hands with him, although that was certainly a perk. In the back of my mind, I was somewhat hoping that some people I knew would see me holding hands with this gorgeous guy. But, I did it to make him feel a little bit more familiar, not totally alone in this new world. By the time we drove home, the crimson sun just peeking over the Cathedral's pinnacle, we were both exhausted, but the back seat was piled high with bags of clothes and other necessities.
"Your music here is so wonderful," said Legolas, listening to the CD player and looking out the passenger-side window at the buildings along the street blurring by with the street lamps in the coming darkness.
"Really?" I asked. "You like music, Legolas? And oh, can I call you Legolas instead of Lex?"
"But of course, I quite prefer it from you," answered Legolas, a smile of his lips. "And aye, I was taught to love to fight by my father, but the love of music has always been in my heart."
"I never pictured you liking music somehow." I said.
"Ah, but I do," replied Legolas. "I love to play the harp. I have been told I have more of a gift for my harp than my sword."
"Harp.wow," I said, watching the road ahead of me more to keep Legolas from seeing my amazed expression than actually watching the street. "Do you play anything else?"
"We elves have a drum," answered Legolas. "'Tis sort of hand drum. It has a circular wooden frame with skin of a sheep stretched across it. We call it a "welkin." I love to play mine at home. I have always had a pulsing beat inside of me and to bring it out with a welkin is quite satisfying." At this, Legolas laughed. "You think me odd, no doubt."
"No, I understand," I said. "A loud beat makes your heart beat the same as it."
"Aye," replied Legolas, nodding.
"It is the same with me," I said. I'd have to take him clubbing soon. He'd like that, loud techno music and whatnot.
"We have much in common, Sydney," said Legolas. "Surprisingly much." I laughed.
"Ya, well, all the better, I suppose," I replied. As I said this, I pulled up in front of our flat. I got out and helped Legolas carry the tons of bags into the flat, slamming the door shut behind me with my foot.
"Home!" I called. Peter had to be back by now. Sure enough, Peter emerged from behind the living room couch.
"Nice to see you two," he said. "I was afraid you were goners for sure."
"Actually," replied Legolas, "I think it was enjoyable. The company was to say the least." With this, he looked at me and smiled.