"Well, Legolas here should be quite the clubber," I said to Peter. "He
likes strong beats."
"I'm sure that you're happy finally having someone besides me to go with then," replied Peter, clapping Legolas on the back. "Watch out, mate. She doesn't like to dance and if you try to make her." Peter showed Legolas a scar on his hand. Legolas' eyes widened and then he looked to me, disbelief in his eyes. "Ya, she bite me, mate."
"Peter!" I yelled. "I did no such thing. I don't like to dance, that's true, but you got that scar from a dog!" Peter laughed hysterically, disappearing into the kitchen.
"Ya, but I had Master Elf going there for a while!" he shouted back. I looked at Legolas; he looked back at me and laughed.
"I did not for a moment believe him," said Legolas.
"Uh huh," I replied. "Suuuuure you didn't." Legolas went to protest, but I flopped down on the couch, took of my shoes and turned on the TV to a football game. Legolas sat down beside me and soon became engulfed in the action of the game, leaning forward, his eyes intently following the ball. The smell and sounds of cooking soon wafted out of the kitchen.
"This football is intriguing," said Legolas.
"Would you like to try it?" I asked. I definitely had Legolas' attention now. "I mean, we could try it tomorrow in the park. You know, if you were good, Peter could maybe get you on a local amateur team. He's got connections like that. God knows you need something to do around here. I'd hate to have you sitting around bored."
"I suppose I could try," said Legolas, "but I doubt I would be any good." I looked at him disbelievingly.
"You've got to be kidding." I replied. "You'd be brilliant! I mean, look at you." I couldn't help but let my eyes stray from Legolas' broad shoulders. He laughed. "You're a warrior, you can sure as Hell kick a ball!"
"What's this?" asked Peter. I hadn't even heard him come in.
"I think Legolas should try his hand at football," I answered.
"That's a cracking idea!" replied Peter. "Mate, you'd be brilliant and the girls would be hanging all over you!" I glared at Peter. I mean, sure, I didn't have a chance with Legolas, but I hardly needed Peter reminding me of that fact. Peter looked at me and sobered. "What I mean to say is that you'd be a star at it and very well respected for your skills."
"Nice try," I said to Peter. Legolas looked back and forth between Peter and I. I got the impression that he either knew nothing of what had just happened, or he knew everything. Him being an elf, it was probably the later. I always imagined that like dogs, elves could just sort of smell emotion. I didn't want him to know I liked him. That would ruin any friendship we could have.
"Well, all the same, I hear that they have a game this coming Monday," said Peter. "That gives you.two days nearly. That's long enough to get to know your way about the field. I'll go with you tomorrow to the park, see how you, and if you're any good, we'll give you a go with the team."
"Peter used to be on it," I said to Legolas, trying to clue him in. "Our studies got to hard and he had to quit, but they loved him. They'd be very happy to have anyone he recommended and he could show you the ropes."
"Well, before all this," said Peter, "I was calling you guys to dinner. Can I unglue you from the tellie?" We ate and Legolas and I cleaned up, Peter having done almost all the work by cooking. Peter was going to watch a bit of TV and then go study, he said. Legolas and I resolved to go lay down because of the long day running about town. I changed into a pair of boxers and white tank top, normal sleeping fare for me, and decided that I'd go check on Legolas. I crossed the hall and waited for a minute, deciding whether or not to intrude, finally knocking lightly on his door.
"Come in, Sydney," was his reply. I almost froze in the doorway when I saw him in black t-shirt and Stewart plaid boxers, but I managed to shut the door behind me. He was just so.gorgeous.
"How'd you know it was me?" I asked, trying to cover up my amazement.
"I do not know, it just seemed to most likely be you," Legolas answered. Then he laughed. "And, I saw your feet between the bottom of the door and the threshold, waiting to decide to knock or not."
"Some elf you are," I said teasingly. "Aren't you supposed to be able to just sense my presence or something?" Legolas scooted over on the bed and motioned for me to sit next to him.
"We elves are hardly magical," he answered.
"Oh, c'mon, you guys have to have something humans don't besides pointy ears and never dying," I said, sitting down beside him, cross-legged. Legolas looked at me for a second and then looked down.
"Aye, we elves have some things in our blood that would seem magical to you," he replied.
"Well, tell me about them," I said. I was really curious now. More about being an elf from a real elf. It didn't get better than that. Legolas paused.
"Alright," he said. "I shall tell you. There are many things, but one stands out. As you may know, we elves hold love most sacred among our feelings. There is a certain kind of love, "merthril" it is called, a splice between desire/devotion and mithril, our strongest of metals. 'Tis called that because it is supposedly a bond between two people so strong, so absolute, that they would die for each other at the least mention of it. And should one die, they live on through the other. 'Tis said that their hearts beat the same, when they are apart they can feel each other's emotions, they can read each others' thoughts sometimes through one another's eyes, they can share pain between them to lessen it for the other. That is what has been told to me since I was a child. 'Tis sacred among my people."
I sat in awed silence. Legolas looked up.
"Wow." I said. "Have you felt this.merthril.for someone?"
"Nay," said Legolas. "I did not think that I had."
"I'm sure that you're happy finally having someone besides me to go with then," replied Peter, clapping Legolas on the back. "Watch out, mate. She doesn't like to dance and if you try to make her." Peter showed Legolas a scar on his hand. Legolas' eyes widened and then he looked to me, disbelief in his eyes. "Ya, she bite me, mate."
"Peter!" I yelled. "I did no such thing. I don't like to dance, that's true, but you got that scar from a dog!" Peter laughed hysterically, disappearing into the kitchen.
"Ya, but I had Master Elf going there for a while!" he shouted back. I looked at Legolas; he looked back at me and laughed.
"I did not for a moment believe him," said Legolas.
"Uh huh," I replied. "Suuuuure you didn't." Legolas went to protest, but I flopped down on the couch, took of my shoes and turned on the TV to a football game. Legolas sat down beside me and soon became engulfed in the action of the game, leaning forward, his eyes intently following the ball. The smell and sounds of cooking soon wafted out of the kitchen.
"This football is intriguing," said Legolas.
"Would you like to try it?" I asked. I definitely had Legolas' attention now. "I mean, we could try it tomorrow in the park. You know, if you were good, Peter could maybe get you on a local amateur team. He's got connections like that. God knows you need something to do around here. I'd hate to have you sitting around bored."
"I suppose I could try," said Legolas, "but I doubt I would be any good." I looked at him disbelievingly.
"You've got to be kidding." I replied. "You'd be brilliant! I mean, look at you." I couldn't help but let my eyes stray from Legolas' broad shoulders. He laughed. "You're a warrior, you can sure as Hell kick a ball!"
"What's this?" asked Peter. I hadn't even heard him come in.
"I think Legolas should try his hand at football," I answered.
"That's a cracking idea!" replied Peter. "Mate, you'd be brilliant and the girls would be hanging all over you!" I glared at Peter. I mean, sure, I didn't have a chance with Legolas, but I hardly needed Peter reminding me of that fact. Peter looked at me and sobered. "What I mean to say is that you'd be a star at it and very well respected for your skills."
"Nice try," I said to Peter. Legolas looked back and forth between Peter and I. I got the impression that he either knew nothing of what had just happened, or he knew everything. Him being an elf, it was probably the later. I always imagined that like dogs, elves could just sort of smell emotion. I didn't want him to know I liked him. That would ruin any friendship we could have.
"Well, all the same, I hear that they have a game this coming Monday," said Peter. "That gives you.two days nearly. That's long enough to get to know your way about the field. I'll go with you tomorrow to the park, see how you, and if you're any good, we'll give you a go with the team."
"Peter used to be on it," I said to Legolas, trying to clue him in. "Our studies got to hard and he had to quit, but they loved him. They'd be very happy to have anyone he recommended and he could show you the ropes."
"Well, before all this," said Peter, "I was calling you guys to dinner. Can I unglue you from the tellie?" We ate and Legolas and I cleaned up, Peter having done almost all the work by cooking. Peter was going to watch a bit of TV and then go study, he said. Legolas and I resolved to go lay down because of the long day running about town. I changed into a pair of boxers and white tank top, normal sleeping fare for me, and decided that I'd go check on Legolas. I crossed the hall and waited for a minute, deciding whether or not to intrude, finally knocking lightly on his door.
"Come in, Sydney," was his reply. I almost froze in the doorway when I saw him in black t-shirt and Stewart plaid boxers, but I managed to shut the door behind me. He was just so.gorgeous.
"How'd you know it was me?" I asked, trying to cover up my amazement.
"I do not know, it just seemed to most likely be you," Legolas answered. Then he laughed. "And, I saw your feet between the bottom of the door and the threshold, waiting to decide to knock or not."
"Some elf you are," I said teasingly. "Aren't you supposed to be able to just sense my presence or something?" Legolas scooted over on the bed and motioned for me to sit next to him.
"We elves are hardly magical," he answered.
"Oh, c'mon, you guys have to have something humans don't besides pointy ears and never dying," I said, sitting down beside him, cross-legged. Legolas looked at me for a second and then looked down.
"Aye, we elves have some things in our blood that would seem magical to you," he replied.
"Well, tell me about them," I said. I was really curious now. More about being an elf from a real elf. It didn't get better than that. Legolas paused.
"Alright," he said. "I shall tell you. There are many things, but one stands out. As you may know, we elves hold love most sacred among our feelings. There is a certain kind of love, "merthril" it is called, a splice between desire/devotion and mithril, our strongest of metals. 'Tis called that because it is supposedly a bond between two people so strong, so absolute, that they would die for each other at the least mention of it. And should one die, they live on through the other. 'Tis said that their hearts beat the same, when they are apart they can feel each other's emotions, they can read each others' thoughts sometimes through one another's eyes, they can share pain between them to lessen it for the other. That is what has been told to me since I was a child. 'Tis sacred among my people."
I sat in awed silence. Legolas looked up.
"Wow." I said. "Have you felt this.merthril.for someone?"
"Nay," said Legolas. "I did not think that I had."