Disclaimer: Don't own him. He owns himself. Names have been changed
sometimes to protect the innocent. Sometimes not, when I forget. Ooops.
Chapter 12 Everything Depends On How You Look At It
As I stand there staring at him, not truly believing what I'm seeing but not truly surprised either, Officer Pendleton nudges me with his elbow. "Go on," he says. "He needs you."
Legolas never looks up from PuterPatty's envelope as I approach. I take the seat next to him, sitting down and mirroring his position of elbows on knees with my eyes cast at my feet. "I've missed you, nin caun," I whisper. "Why didn't you tell me where you were going?"
I watch him out of the corner of my eye as he slowly strokes the envelope, running the pad of his index finger over the name, then the address, along the edge, over the stamp. Over and over, gliding with utmost care and consideration. Lovingly, tenderly, and delicately, as if the motion itself would somehow soothe his aching heart.
"I leaft u a noet," he says, still staring at the envelope. "I puet it uendur my peelow. Deedn't u fiend it?"
Truth is, I never even thought to look.
"I thot maebee u wuld git bedder faestur if I weant tu stae wid Patty," he continues.
"Why are you still here, then? Did you miss the bus?" I question, as I watch him turn the envelope over and begin the stroking anew.
"I doen't hav enuf muney," he mutters, eyes locked now on the sticker of the sparrow standing on the rock between the two purple flowers in the field as he repeats the flowing movement with tenderhearted thoughtfulness.
"How much do you have?" I ask.
He reaches for the quiver, digging in the arrow compartment and coming up with a tiny satchel which jingles as he lifts it as if it's filled with coins. He hands it to me, then looks again at the envelope he holds in his hands and resumes the repetitive journey of his fingertip. Inside I find some paper money and 6 coins.
"You have a dollar and thirty three cents," I respond.
"Whut? I haed a huendrid an won doellerz an theerty threa sintz," he exclaims, abandoning the envelope worship and peering at the money I hold in my hand. "Whur deed my huendrid goe?"
"It's right here, don't worry," I show him, holding up the beige colored bill so he can see it. "But nin caun, you can't use this money here."
"U meen I wuld hav tu goe tu Boredwaelk?" he says seriously.
"Something like that." I'm too heartbroken to chuckle.
Magically, a credit card appears before my face. I glare up at Yes Dear who stands there waving the piece of plastic in the air. "I'll pay," he offers.
Legolas smiles up innocently at him. "Hannon le, Yaes Deer," he says. "Dat iz a vary nise thaeng fur u tu due."
Growling, I snarl, "You don't have to. I brought him here; I'll be responsible for him." Taking the Prance by the hand, I pull him to his feet. "Come on," I say.
When we reach the ticket window, I take the envelope from him and place it on the counter in front of me. "We need a one-way ticket as close to there as you can get," I tell the teller while pointing to PuterPatty's return address. I reach into my bookbag and take out my wallet, pulling my own credit card from the little pocket that holds it.
Legolas stands silently beside me, toeing the carpet with one brown leather boot and staring at his feet.
"That will be $135.00," the teller says to me, taking my card.
"Sea?" mumbles the Prance without lifting his blond head. "I deedn't hav enuf muney."
As she prepares to charge it, I ask, "When does the bus leave?"
"Not until tomorrow noon," she replies. "It's about a 36 hour trip."
"Wow," I say. "I didn't realize it was that far. Will the driver stop for meals?"
"Several times." She eyes Legolas, taking in his lack of luggage. "You might want to run by the store and get him a pillow and a blanket though, honey. He looks like he could use the chance to sleep awhile on the way. To pass the time, you know?"
I look back at the Prance standing there dejectedly beside me. That's when I notice his lips are moving, though I never heard him say anything.
"Legolas? Did you say something?"
"Yaes," he whispers.
When he doesn't elaborate, I prod further. "And that was . . . ?"
"I doen't reely waenna goe."
Not sure I heard him, I ask again. "What did you say?"
He looks up directly into my eyes for the first time. "I sed I doen't reely waenna goe. Noet like dis. I doen't waenna goe wifouwt u dere wid me." He pauses, never taking his eyes from mine.
"I reely waenna goe hoem."
"Legolas, they don't sell bus tickets to Middle-earth. I can't get you back there until December, you know that. We've tried it before and it didn't work, we even went to several different cities and tried, but . . . ."
"al. I sed I waenna goe HOEM. HOEM wid u. Wid Leedle Peep, an Yaes Deer, an da doeggie, an da keeteez, buet moest of all wid u."
My arms are around his neck before he has a chance to blink.
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Officer Pendleton is kind enough to pack us all into his police car and drive us back to the station, where we climb back in our car for the ride home. Yes Dear turns the radio on to drown out the deafening silence. About halfway there, I hear Legolas speak.
"I em soerrie," he whispers, his voice filled with woe. "I neber mint tu huert u."
"I'm going to be ok," I reassure him. "And I really do need you here with me. I need someone to hold my hand when I go to the doctor on Tuesday, so that I won't be nervous and my blood pressure will be lower."
"Whut abot Yaes Deer? He'z noet goeng?"
"He has to work. Little Pip will be at school. If you're not with me, I'll have to go all alone. That won't be much fun."
"U nead me den?" he whispers.
"Of course, nin caun," I whisper back, reaching out to squeeze his hand.
There in the darkness of the backseat of the car, even though he has now turned his head to look out of the window, I can still see the flash of white teeth reflected in the glass as he smiles.
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Tuesday morning comes. We head over together to the doctor's office. He sticks to me like peanut butter the whole time we're there, standing at my left elbow the same way he used to do to Aragorn. When he's not reaching to grasp my hand, his long fingers are clenching my elbow, or his palm is pat- patting my forearm. I try pushing him over a bit by holding my elbow a good six inches out from my side and ribbing him with it every time he invades my space, not that he seems to mind. I change tactics and start stepping sideways over into his space and actually manage to knock him off balance twice, but this doesn't deter him either. When the nurse asks me to step on the scale and I end up weighing quite a lot more than I had expected, I look back to see he's got one foot planted between my own and is about to step up with the other.
"I don't think so," I reprimand him. "There are some things you have to do by yourself, remember?"
"I dunnoe if it luukz saef, al," he implores, carefully inspecting the scale. "U nead tu bea kaerful, da boettim iz luuse. I weel just hoeld it steel wid my fuut like dis, an it shuld bea okae."
The nurse is beginning to look at him as if he's got a few screws loose himself. She's looking at me like she thinks she might end up needing to go get me a wheelchair.
He watches as she slides the metal weights across the bar, tap-tapping them along the bar until she gets them right where she wants for an accurate measurement.
"Woew!" exclaims the Prance.
"Shut up, Legolas," I growl.
She shows us to a little room and has me sit on the exam table so she can take my blood pressure. She frowns. "Did you know it was this high?" she asks.
"Yes," I answer.
"Why didn't you come in?" she questions.
"Dat'z whut I sed," blurts the Prance.
I shoot him a glare, wondering why I didn't insist he get on that bus. "I had to wait for an appointment," I say, managing somehow to take a deep breath and not get any more worked up than I already am.
She folds the blood pressure cuff up and replaces it in the basket there on the wall. "Dr. Hallwell will be here in a few moments," she announces. She picks up my chart and steps outside, closing the door.
"She tuuk ur paepurz," says the Prance.
"It's ok. She's putting them where the Doctor will see them and know we are ready and waiting,' I tell him.
I watch as he quietly sits there on the chair, eyeballing the place as if an orc might suddenly leap from one of the cabinets. Finally, he can take it no more and rises from his seat to go over and inspect the plastic model that sits there on the countertop. He picks it up, turning it over carefully and trying to figure out how it works. He seems a bit surprised when he finds it's bendable.
"Jest like my akshun feegur," he murmurs. "Whut iz dis?"
"It's a model of a spine," I reply.
"Duz mien luuk like dis?"
"I don't know, I've never seen an elf spine, but I would imagine that's pretty close. Yours would be much more flexible, I think."
"Oeh," he says. He gently places it back down, then quietly and subtly moves over to the sink and rinses his hands.
Still inquisitive, he cracks open the left cabinet door just a bit and peers inside, then follows suit with the right. Through the tiny opening I can see the usual doctor's office supplies-gauze pads, cotton balls, Q- tips, plastic sleeve-covers for the thermometers, a tube of KY jelly, a stack of those paper patient gowns.
He closes the top doors and moves to inspect the lower ones. After pulling the left one open, his seeking mind gets the best of him and once more he reaches to pick up the object of his interest, withdrawing it from the cabinet and holding it before his big baby blues.
"al?" he asks, as His Nosey-ness discovers if he squeezes it just so the thing will move, "Whut iz dis fur?"
I suppress the giggles that are threatening to burst forth. "You really DON'T wanna know, Prance."
The look on his face is priceless, and the speed with which he returns the object to the cabinet would make a rattlesnake green with envy. He immediately rises and dives into the sink again, scrubbing this time with the antiseptic micro-bacterial soap from the dispenser beside the faucet all the way to his elbows.
Knowing the Prance as well as I do, I have no intention of ever asking what exactly it was that came to his mind.
He comes back and sits patiently for a few minutes, looking at the cute little pictures of chubby little babies posted all over the walls. Another ten minutes ticks by.
"Legolas?" I whisper.
"Yaes?" he answers, leaping from his chair and standing at the ready by my side. "Ar u okae, al? Kin I git u sumpthaeng?"
I have to smile at him, so willing to help, so wanting to make everything right again.
"Can you get me one of those purple things from the box over there?" I ask, pointing to the box of size 7 rubber gloves sitting on the counter.
"Okae!" he says, scurrying to the counter, fetching the purple rubber glove from the box and flying back to my side. "Iz won enuf? Due u nead anuthr? Deed I git da rite won? Weel dat due?"
Laughing out loud, I pluck the glove from his hand and pat his shoulder. "One is perfect, nin caun."
"al?" he says, cocking the Thranduilion eyebrow. "Whut iz dat?"
"I'll show you," I say. "First, get me the black magic marker from the pencil holder over there."
While he scoots over to get the marker, I blow the rubber glove full of air, tying a knot in the wrist. When he hands me the marker, I add a smiling face to the palm and give the "balloon" back to him.
"Oeh! Woew! Iz dat fur me?" he asks.
"You can have it," I tell him just as I hear a soft knock on the door and Dr. Hallwell steps in.
After the usual pleasantries, Dr. Hallwell checks my blood pressure again herself. She frowns.
"It's still 156/112," she says. "That's too high. What did they say it was over at the hospital?"
"It was 183/125," I answer, watching her work to suppress her expression.
"Really?" she murmurs. "Hmmmmm . . . they didn't mention sending you over to the ER?"
"Noe, buet wea haed aelredy sayd 'Hae' tu ebery bueddie dere beafoer dat," pipes in the Prance.
"I see," says Dr. Hallwell, smiling at Legolas but not really seeing at all.
She fixes me up with a couple of weeks worth of samples and wishes me luck in passing the stone before my follow-up visit in a month.
Legolas happily trots along behind me to the car, carrying my brown paper bag of freebies in one hand and the smiling purple rubber glove in the other, which of course he uses to wave wildly at every warm body we pass from the exam room to the checkout desk to the overflowing waiting room to the parking lot.
I pop one of the little yellow blood pressure pills into my mouth and dry- swallow it as I unlock the car door. I'm think I'm gonna need it.
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A/N: WHOOOO HOOOOO! (C Celeborn) Over 500 reviews!
Thank you to all of you who have faithfully reviewed every single chapter, some of you from the beginning of the VERY beginning of this adventure. Thanks also to those who are here when they can be, and those who are just joining us. We love all of you, even those who are lurking about out there. Won't you join us and get a lub ledder of your own? It's just like a great big happy family, complete with all its quirks and problems.
Ah, love abounds. I feel so warm and loved. You should see Prance . . . He's positively glowing, radiating "guudniss" and "lub" and "haeppiniss".
I know, I know. You're all saying, "Come on now, al. On with the show."
Lub Ledders Frum Legolas
JastaElf: I just love the way he poured out of your arms and puddled on the floor there, sort of like Rocky Road brownie batter or something. . . .*clambureeng noeze* Deed sumbudie sae Broewneez? *waevz* Hae Jasta! Hae Ada! Sea, u deedn't nead tu enkreese da Baud Raet at all . . . . I weant hoem jest like I neuw u wuld waent me tu. Beasidz, I wuzn't ruennin awae tu git awae, I wuz goen awae tu make da praeshur oen al git bedder. She neadz me! *beemz* Im mel le, Ada! *claepz u oen da shoeldur worrier stile* Im mel le, Jasta! *givz u a beeg skweez an a pek oen da cheak, seanse Ada iz wachin*
Jaded Scorpio: *al whacks JS with a rolled-up newspaper* It's NOT that kind of story! (Like I didn't know exactly what you were referring to! LOL!) Whut ar u hitten her fur, al? She sed fur me tu stae hear! I was just helping her with that cough she had there, nin caun, see where she says "ACK!"? *huegz u so ur koff weel git bedder*
Threthiel M. Belowen: *ruenz abot feexin cheekin stu* I noe whut weel maek u all bedder! Sum of my cheekin stu! *spuunz sum entu u* Fealin bedder yaet? *huegz u*
Lady Silence: *bleenkz. Ruebz haed whur u wapped me* OEEW! *cheuwz cuukee an theenkz a wile* Okae, den. . . .* huegz u bak an foelloewz al tu da car*
Lady Peredhel: *glaerz at Haldir* U bedder stoep wid dat heet, Maerch Waerdin. Dat'z noet fare fieting teckneek. U cheet win u uze da heet spaell tu reeveel da forestee-grean lawnjerie. Doen't krie, mellon nin. *beeg hueg an kees fur u*
daw the minstrel: We tell people he's from Switzerland, dear, remember the ice cream chapter (ch 16)? No one's commented on the ears, at least not out loud. Our family has a reputation for taking in strays, so no one seems to really think anything of it. PP haez a meeny baelrog? Oeh boey! An da tweenz, doen't furgit da tweenz! *recowntz muney, powtz*
TreeHugger: I laeft her a noet! It'z noet my fawlt she deedn't luuk fur it. An I wuzn't ruenning-I waelkd da hole wae. All da nayburz wear glaed tu sea me coem hoem. Dey lub me tu! *huegz u* Whut nuembur tikit deed u sae u have, Tree?
Im: I wuz jest tryin tu maek da praeshur oen al goe awae. I gess hueminz sea theengz difrintlee. Leedle Peep wuz eggsited tu noe da keetie iz a gurl- she waentz tu noe whut culor deed u sae she iz? *snuegglz*
Anon: Bealeeve me, u dunwanna noe. Dat treep u weant oen sowndz fuen buet tiering. *Huegz u an den sitz doewn tu wate fur u tu tale abot it*
Michelle6: Mebbe won dae I weel git tu goe tu DizneyWurld an tale u all abot it. *eetz choklit an geevz u a choklit keez oen da cheak*
Katani Petitedra: At da reesk of apeering bloendur dan I aelredy am, whie du u hav loetz of pikshurz of graep jaellie? *watez tu sea whut u weel sae*
Leedle Peep: *bleenkz* *staerz at skreen* *watez* Starez sum moer* *watez* I think that spell might be working, honey, keep reading those Harry Potter's, ok?
PuterPatty: *poekz PP* U okae??? I deedn't meen tu skaer u like dat! *reedz an theenkz* U doen't waent me tu coem, meleth? Wate, doen't krie, melethrin, u noe I kin't staend tu sea u krie!!! *paesiz, puellz leaft worrier brayd* I doen't uendurstaend!! I thot. . . . *theenkz agin* Hae! Whut if I koem an breeg al wid me?? Dat wuld wurk! *snoegz u, den ruenz tu luuk en da cusheenz of Yeas Deer'z chaer fur sum moer muney*
anna: I lub da fierwurkz, buet dey ar soe lowd, eben moersoe dan da sowndz oen da baettlefeeld. U bea kaerful goeng oen da pateo ruuf. . .U culd faell an braek ur bak dueng dat! *snuegglz u*
Nilmandra: I deed leav al a noet. She jest deedn't fiend it. I woen't be soe kaerleass agin. Haeveeng da wurd NO tiped tu u at leest 28 tiemz iz vary konvinsing. I em raedee fur my lublee maessaeg noew. *keesiz u, den wheepz oeff shurt an floepz fasedoewn oen da baed*
The Karenator: *luukz uep frum my spoet oen da floar bie al'z feat* U goet me a shurt?? Woew!! I kin haerdlee wate tu trie it oen! I weel beahaev misef frum noew oen-doen't waent Ada gitting praeshur proebleamz tu. *huegz u*
Dragon-of-the-north: Okae, soe I em noet leabeeng. I proemis tu be sinsabell. *sieze* ( nead a hueg aftur dat staetmint. *huegs u*
Digital Jessie: *eyebalz shuegur* Thaenk u fur da shuegur. I theenk I weel saev it fur lader . . . .U okae noew? *patz ur bak*
leail: I thot dat wuz Irena whoe wuz goenna eet me alive. . .or wuz it PP aftur all? *theenkz* Noew I'm cunfuzed! *patz Preensis Elizabeth cuerld uep oen my laep* Ur rite, Arwenamin, I muest stae hear, at leest fur da Preensis whoe needz her Prance. *hepz mislef tu anuthur won of ur loeng deap candee-keesiz* al sez soerrie u haed tu wate fur dis. . . *g*
Arianna DyBane: I wuz jest trieng tu maek theengz bedder, buet I wuz wroeng. Sumtiemz elfz maess uep tu. *huegz*
Kimmaree: If u theenk I hav an aksent, u shuld trie feegureeng owt whut u modern-erth peepl ar taelking abot. Welkum tu owr stoeree! *waevz an gievz u a hueg fur ur effurtz*
IRENA: IRENA BAYBEE!!! WHUR DUE U WAENT ME TU PUET DIS 1974 FOERD MAEVERIK BUEMPUR, BAYBEE, IT'Z GITTIN HAEVIE! U noe, leail wuz rite, PP an u wuld eet me aliev I thaenk. . . .*kaerfuelly geevz u a pek oen da cheak, wachin owt fur ur haendz dat are hiedin doze haendcuefz beahiend ur bak!
Fadesintothewest: I herd u, an da othur 28 or moer peepl dat sed NO. I theenk if da laedeez at da hoespitul neuw I wuz at da bues stashun, dey wuld bea gievin me sum of whut dey give al an draeggin me hoem tu.I wuld bea haepee tu brayd ur hare. Seand heem rite ovur. I lub fuezee buenniez. *weenkz*
Newmoon: Okae! Okae! U noe dis iz da kiend of thaeng dat cawzes an elf'z hare tu faell owt. I'll goe bak, jest doen't stoep ritin lub ledderz tu me, okae??? *neadz a kueddl aftur dat*
Skye Rocket: *nikz ur hoet pokit* Woew, deze ar guud! I em glaed u lub da stoeree! *bloewz ua a keez*
angaloth: I kin't goe bak tu Meedle erth, buet I hav goen Hoem noew, soe due noet dispare ani loengur. Dat guey whoe theenkz he iz me maekz a fien pierit, doen't u theenk? *hi fievz u*
Sperry Dee: Roxie kin due a bakfleep? Woew! Deed all of da leedle Naz- buenniez fiend guud hoemz? I hoep soe. Thaenkz fur da oeffur tu leat me stae wid u en Minnasoda. Dat's nise! *huegz u*
LOTRQueen14: I em glaed u lub it, an hear iz anuthr chaeptur, okae? *skweeze fur u*
Lady in Red: Eberybuddie duz lub me hear, doen't dey? Wael, eggsept fur dat maen at da feesh stoer, he wuz noet tu haeppie abot da nosepreentz an feengurpreentz oen all da akwareeumz bie da tiem I goet dun luukin at all da feesh, buet everybuddie ealse duz! *kueddlz u*
Space-Case7029: Ar u okae aftur ur wrek? Wear u warein ur seet baelt? I hoep da peepul at da maell deed noet maek u paey fur da kar! U kin't rase a kar vary guud en da maell wid all doze peepul waelkin abot. Noe wuendur u hiet da waell. *beeg hueg*
Caranwen: I saew dat guey whoe theenkz he iz me en da moovee tu! I thot he haed a nise buet-I doen't theenk I nead tu kik it. I culd teech heem a theeng or tu abot noet dueng anithaeng stoopid. *geeglz*
Holly :o) : Okae, eberybuddie winz. I em staeying hear wid al. Wheww, dat hueg wuz aelmoest like waerin a korseat! *patz ur bak*
Laura: Ur rite, I wuld mees da baelroeg shoertz an da baelroeg breetchiz tu. An all my haetz, I furgoet abot all of dem. Okae, I'll stae wid al. Dat wuz eezy. *huegz an keesiz*
Lina Skye: Yaes, dat iz fizicully poessibul, buet u kin git huert dueing dat, jest ask Araporn. GOE GAEMKOKZ! Fuutbaell tiem iz fienallie hear! YAEH!!! *hi fievz u*
Ren: U sed noe 5 tiemz buet I ownlee cowntid it az won tiem, okae? I em rite bak hear whur I bealoeng, thaenkz fur ur advize. *sweat keesiz fur u*
Magical Rachel: Deed u hav fuen en Flawrida? Deed u goe tu DizneyWurld? I soe wanna goe dere. I wundur hoew muech a bues tikit wuld coest tu goe tu DizneyWurld frum hear? I steel hav $1.33. . . . *praensiz oeff tu cownt it agin*
Legolana Greenleaf: Hae, u noe, I woen't goe! (hae, dat rimhd tu!) Whur deed u goe? *sietz doewn wid a haendful of hoers-shaepd pnuet budder kupz an watez fur u tu tale ur tail*
Pineapple Princess: Wealkum! Wea ar soe glaed u fownd us. al jest caelz da ferst stoeree "Lego's Bio" an da saekund "Lego's Tales". I weel pertekt u, nin mel. Jest seat an aroe tu da boe dere fur dat "meeny me" and goe tu sleap wid me cluetchd en ur haend. *huegz u*
Chan: Okae, u have coenvinsed me tu goe bak tu al'z. I reely deed lub doze huege huegz u gaev me! *huegz u agin*
Anja: I meesd u tuu! Hoew ez skool goeng? I hoep u like it aloet. Lub u tu! Hoew iz ur mum's aerm? *keesiz an kueddlz*
Brem Nakada: U kin neber hav enuf reevewerz, at leest dat's whut I theenk. I em soe glaed u rote tu me! I thot I saew u luerkeeng owt dere! *teeklz u*
Deb: Oeh, doen't biet ur naelz! Noe, noe, mellon nin! Dat's baed, it maekz u luuk like u mite wurk fur a liveeng, and wea elvz kin't hav dat. Neber leat dem sea u swaet, nin mel. Noew abot dat qwestshun. . . I wuz bizzy, u noe??? *bloewz u a kees*
VladimirsAngel: U goet a neuw baeg AN neuw jeenz? WOEW!!! I em jaelus! *luukz at al* Wael, she duzn't LUUK seick, thoe her eyez ar sorda glazed ovur dere frum da maedasin. *poekz her tu maek shur she'z breethin* *sneekz a kees frum u*
sound of the skies: U bot me a dikshunery? Oeh boey! *daensiz haeppily* I wuz jest tryin tu maek theengz bedder fur al. Suemtiemz I meass uep, aftur all I em a Prance. *wheespurz tu al. . .Whut'z a dikshunery?*
Ms November Tuesday: I deedn't furgit u-PP haz da #1 tikit an u weal hav tu git en lien beahiend her an den Irena an wate ur tuern. Dey jest waenna bea frendz tu, u noe, eben if dey doen't hav eni hoersiz. Irena haz sum hoers POEWR, tho. She toeld me soe. *huegz u*
Grammar Laedee: Dat'z rite! I shuld due like Yeas Deer an ruen awae tu Grammar'z howse! al toeld me abot da tiem she an Yeas Deer goet maed at eech uthr raen awae frum hoem at da saem tiem an he beet her tu ur howse an taddled oen her furst. She lafz whin she taelz it. . . NOEW. *geeglz*
Cara6: Oew! Hoew deed u git ur nea doewn en da baerz? Oeh, wate, nebermiend. Prowbablee jest like I deed whin I wuz an elfleeng. U sea, I wuz jest meindin my oewn bizniss, an dere wuz dis haeree speider dat droeppd doewn frum da seeleeng en da koernur, an whin I leepd tu git my boe an aroz, my nea goet stuk dere, jest like u. Iz dat whut haeppind? Hearz sum huegz an keesiz fur u. . . XOXOXOXOXO
leail: Deed u mees me soe muech dat u weant bak an luukd tu sea if u culd rite me agin fur anuthr keez? Heehee! U ar a slye won, Amelamin!
The Two Princesses: I GOET UR PRAESINT!!!!!! Hannon le!! al woent laet me tail u hoew muech I lub da bbbbbbbb, an da hhhhhhhhhhhhh, an da ccccccccc, cuz she sez she iz goenna tail dat stoeree suun hersef. I gess we weal hav tu wate jest a leedle biet. Hannon le!!! I em soe eggsited! Dose wear da beast praesintz eber! Woew! Hannon le!!! *throews XXXXXXXXXX'z an OOOOOOOOOO'z eberyware!!!*
Phoenix Flight: I em soe glaed tu sea u agin! I meesd u! I tuuk ur advize an weant strate bak tu al (wael, noet reely, buet dat doez sownd guud, doezn't it?) Thaenkz fur beeing da won whoe haelpd me git 500 reeveewz! *gievz u a beeg sloeppy kees on da cheak!*
raukoiel: Hae, bizzy! Wealkum bak-I meesd u! Whut nuembur iz ur tikit? I theenk PP stoel abot a haf a rowl, soe mebbe u ar noet az faer doewn az u theenk. My buem? Whie shuld I theenk abot my buem? *al pokes Prance* Don't worry, sweet pea, everybody else is thinking about that for you-just go on about your business and don't worry anymore.Okae! *huegz u*
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The next chapter is about half finished, so bring on those lub ledders, and I'll keep on typing away! Thanks for all the nice words of encouragement and well wishes. I really do appreciate you all, and so does Legolas!
Bie, eberybuddie! *waevz da leedle puerpul haend baeluun at u*
Chapter 12 Everything Depends On How You Look At It
As I stand there staring at him, not truly believing what I'm seeing but not truly surprised either, Officer Pendleton nudges me with his elbow. "Go on," he says. "He needs you."
Legolas never looks up from PuterPatty's envelope as I approach. I take the seat next to him, sitting down and mirroring his position of elbows on knees with my eyes cast at my feet. "I've missed you, nin caun," I whisper. "Why didn't you tell me where you were going?"
I watch him out of the corner of my eye as he slowly strokes the envelope, running the pad of his index finger over the name, then the address, along the edge, over the stamp. Over and over, gliding with utmost care and consideration. Lovingly, tenderly, and delicately, as if the motion itself would somehow soothe his aching heart.
"I leaft u a noet," he says, still staring at the envelope. "I puet it uendur my peelow. Deedn't u fiend it?"
Truth is, I never even thought to look.
"I thot maebee u wuld git bedder faestur if I weant tu stae wid Patty," he continues.
"Why are you still here, then? Did you miss the bus?" I question, as I watch him turn the envelope over and begin the stroking anew.
"I doen't hav enuf muney," he mutters, eyes locked now on the sticker of the sparrow standing on the rock between the two purple flowers in the field as he repeats the flowing movement with tenderhearted thoughtfulness.
"How much do you have?" I ask.
He reaches for the quiver, digging in the arrow compartment and coming up with a tiny satchel which jingles as he lifts it as if it's filled with coins. He hands it to me, then looks again at the envelope he holds in his hands and resumes the repetitive journey of his fingertip. Inside I find some paper money and 6 coins.
"You have a dollar and thirty three cents," I respond.
"Whut? I haed a huendrid an won doellerz an theerty threa sintz," he exclaims, abandoning the envelope worship and peering at the money I hold in my hand. "Whur deed my huendrid goe?"
"It's right here, don't worry," I show him, holding up the beige colored bill so he can see it. "But nin caun, you can't use this money here."
"U meen I wuld hav tu goe tu Boredwaelk?" he says seriously.
"Something like that." I'm too heartbroken to chuckle.
Magically, a credit card appears before my face. I glare up at Yes Dear who stands there waving the piece of plastic in the air. "I'll pay," he offers.
Legolas smiles up innocently at him. "Hannon le, Yaes Deer," he says. "Dat iz a vary nise thaeng fur u tu due."
Growling, I snarl, "You don't have to. I brought him here; I'll be responsible for him." Taking the Prance by the hand, I pull him to his feet. "Come on," I say.
When we reach the ticket window, I take the envelope from him and place it on the counter in front of me. "We need a one-way ticket as close to there as you can get," I tell the teller while pointing to PuterPatty's return address. I reach into my bookbag and take out my wallet, pulling my own credit card from the little pocket that holds it.
Legolas stands silently beside me, toeing the carpet with one brown leather boot and staring at his feet.
"That will be $135.00," the teller says to me, taking my card.
"Sea?" mumbles the Prance without lifting his blond head. "I deedn't hav enuf muney."
As she prepares to charge it, I ask, "When does the bus leave?"
"Not until tomorrow noon," she replies. "It's about a 36 hour trip."
"Wow," I say. "I didn't realize it was that far. Will the driver stop for meals?"
"Several times." She eyes Legolas, taking in his lack of luggage. "You might want to run by the store and get him a pillow and a blanket though, honey. He looks like he could use the chance to sleep awhile on the way. To pass the time, you know?"
I look back at the Prance standing there dejectedly beside me. That's when I notice his lips are moving, though I never heard him say anything.
"Legolas? Did you say something?"
"Yaes," he whispers.
When he doesn't elaborate, I prod further. "And that was . . . ?"
"I doen't reely waenna goe."
Not sure I heard him, I ask again. "What did you say?"
He looks up directly into my eyes for the first time. "I sed I doen't reely waenna goe. Noet like dis. I doen't waenna goe wifouwt u dere wid me." He pauses, never taking his eyes from mine.
"I reely waenna goe hoem."
"Legolas, they don't sell bus tickets to Middle-earth. I can't get you back there until December, you know that. We've tried it before and it didn't work, we even went to several different cities and tried, but . . . ."
"al. I sed I waenna goe HOEM. HOEM wid u. Wid Leedle Peep, an Yaes Deer, an da doeggie, an da keeteez, buet moest of all wid u."
My arms are around his neck before he has a chance to blink.
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Officer Pendleton is kind enough to pack us all into his police car and drive us back to the station, where we climb back in our car for the ride home. Yes Dear turns the radio on to drown out the deafening silence. About halfway there, I hear Legolas speak.
"I em soerrie," he whispers, his voice filled with woe. "I neber mint tu huert u."
"I'm going to be ok," I reassure him. "And I really do need you here with me. I need someone to hold my hand when I go to the doctor on Tuesday, so that I won't be nervous and my blood pressure will be lower."
"Whut abot Yaes Deer? He'z noet goeng?"
"He has to work. Little Pip will be at school. If you're not with me, I'll have to go all alone. That won't be much fun."
"U nead me den?" he whispers.
"Of course, nin caun," I whisper back, reaching out to squeeze his hand.
There in the darkness of the backseat of the car, even though he has now turned his head to look out of the window, I can still see the flash of white teeth reflected in the glass as he smiles.
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Tuesday morning comes. We head over together to the doctor's office. He sticks to me like peanut butter the whole time we're there, standing at my left elbow the same way he used to do to Aragorn. When he's not reaching to grasp my hand, his long fingers are clenching my elbow, or his palm is pat- patting my forearm. I try pushing him over a bit by holding my elbow a good six inches out from my side and ribbing him with it every time he invades my space, not that he seems to mind. I change tactics and start stepping sideways over into his space and actually manage to knock him off balance twice, but this doesn't deter him either. When the nurse asks me to step on the scale and I end up weighing quite a lot more than I had expected, I look back to see he's got one foot planted between my own and is about to step up with the other.
"I don't think so," I reprimand him. "There are some things you have to do by yourself, remember?"
"I dunnoe if it luukz saef, al," he implores, carefully inspecting the scale. "U nead tu bea kaerful, da boettim iz luuse. I weel just hoeld it steel wid my fuut like dis, an it shuld bea okae."
The nurse is beginning to look at him as if he's got a few screws loose himself. She's looking at me like she thinks she might end up needing to go get me a wheelchair.
He watches as she slides the metal weights across the bar, tap-tapping them along the bar until she gets them right where she wants for an accurate measurement.
"Woew!" exclaims the Prance.
"Shut up, Legolas," I growl.
She shows us to a little room and has me sit on the exam table so she can take my blood pressure. She frowns. "Did you know it was this high?" she asks.
"Yes," I answer.
"Why didn't you come in?" she questions.
"Dat'z whut I sed," blurts the Prance.
I shoot him a glare, wondering why I didn't insist he get on that bus. "I had to wait for an appointment," I say, managing somehow to take a deep breath and not get any more worked up than I already am.
She folds the blood pressure cuff up and replaces it in the basket there on the wall. "Dr. Hallwell will be here in a few moments," she announces. She picks up my chart and steps outside, closing the door.
"She tuuk ur paepurz," says the Prance.
"It's ok. She's putting them where the Doctor will see them and know we are ready and waiting,' I tell him.
I watch as he quietly sits there on the chair, eyeballing the place as if an orc might suddenly leap from one of the cabinets. Finally, he can take it no more and rises from his seat to go over and inspect the plastic model that sits there on the countertop. He picks it up, turning it over carefully and trying to figure out how it works. He seems a bit surprised when he finds it's bendable.
"Jest like my akshun feegur," he murmurs. "Whut iz dis?"
"It's a model of a spine," I reply.
"Duz mien luuk like dis?"
"I don't know, I've never seen an elf spine, but I would imagine that's pretty close. Yours would be much more flexible, I think."
"Oeh," he says. He gently places it back down, then quietly and subtly moves over to the sink and rinses his hands.
Still inquisitive, he cracks open the left cabinet door just a bit and peers inside, then follows suit with the right. Through the tiny opening I can see the usual doctor's office supplies-gauze pads, cotton balls, Q- tips, plastic sleeve-covers for the thermometers, a tube of KY jelly, a stack of those paper patient gowns.
He closes the top doors and moves to inspect the lower ones. After pulling the left one open, his seeking mind gets the best of him and once more he reaches to pick up the object of his interest, withdrawing it from the cabinet and holding it before his big baby blues.
"al?" he asks, as His Nosey-ness discovers if he squeezes it just so the thing will move, "Whut iz dis fur?"
I suppress the giggles that are threatening to burst forth. "You really DON'T wanna know, Prance."
The look on his face is priceless, and the speed with which he returns the object to the cabinet would make a rattlesnake green with envy. He immediately rises and dives into the sink again, scrubbing this time with the antiseptic micro-bacterial soap from the dispenser beside the faucet all the way to his elbows.
Knowing the Prance as well as I do, I have no intention of ever asking what exactly it was that came to his mind.
He comes back and sits patiently for a few minutes, looking at the cute little pictures of chubby little babies posted all over the walls. Another ten minutes ticks by.
"Legolas?" I whisper.
"Yaes?" he answers, leaping from his chair and standing at the ready by my side. "Ar u okae, al? Kin I git u sumpthaeng?"
I have to smile at him, so willing to help, so wanting to make everything right again.
"Can you get me one of those purple things from the box over there?" I ask, pointing to the box of size 7 rubber gloves sitting on the counter.
"Okae!" he says, scurrying to the counter, fetching the purple rubber glove from the box and flying back to my side. "Iz won enuf? Due u nead anuthr? Deed I git da rite won? Weel dat due?"
Laughing out loud, I pluck the glove from his hand and pat his shoulder. "One is perfect, nin caun."
"al?" he says, cocking the Thranduilion eyebrow. "Whut iz dat?"
"I'll show you," I say. "First, get me the black magic marker from the pencil holder over there."
While he scoots over to get the marker, I blow the rubber glove full of air, tying a knot in the wrist. When he hands me the marker, I add a smiling face to the palm and give the "balloon" back to him.
"Oeh! Woew! Iz dat fur me?" he asks.
"You can have it," I tell him just as I hear a soft knock on the door and Dr. Hallwell steps in.
After the usual pleasantries, Dr. Hallwell checks my blood pressure again herself. She frowns.
"It's still 156/112," she says. "That's too high. What did they say it was over at the hospital?"
"It was 183/125," I answer, watching her work to suppress her expression.
"Really?" she murmurs. "Hmmmmm . . . they didn't mention sending you over to the ER?"
"Noe, buet wea haed aelredy sayd 'Hae' tu ebery bueddie dere beafoer dat," pipes in the Prance.
"I see," says Dr. Hallwell, smiling at Legolas but not really seeing at all.
She fixes me up with a couple of weeks worth of samples and wishes me luck in passing the stone before my follow-up visit in a month.
Legolas happily trots along behind me to the car, carrying my brown paper bag of freebies in one hand and the smiling purple rubber glove in the other, which of course he uses to wave wildly at every warm body we pass from the exam room to the checkout desk to the overflowing waiting room to the parking lot.
I pop one of the little yellow blood pressure pills into my mouth and dry- swallow it as I unlock the car door. I'm think I'm gonna need it.
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A/N: WHOOOO HOOOOO! (C Celeborn) Over 500 reviews!
Thank you to all of you who have faithfully reviewed every single chapter, some of you from the beginning of the VERY beginning of this adventure. Thanks also to those who are here when they can be, and those who are just joining us. We love all of you, even those who are lurking about out there. Won't you join us and get a lub ledder of your own? It's just like a great big happy family, complete with all its quirks and problems.
Ah, love abounds. I feel so warm and loved. You should see Prance . . . He's positively glowing, radiating "guudniss" and "lub" and "haeppiniss".
I know, I know. You're all saying, "Come on now, al. On with the show."
Lub Ledders Frum Legolas
JastaElf: I just love the way he poured out of your arms and puddled on the floor there, sort of like Rocky Road brownie batter or something. . . .*clambureeng noeze* Deed sumbudie sae Broewneez? *waevz* Hae Jasta! Hae Ada! Sea, u deedn't nead tu enkreese da Baud Raet at all . . . . I weant hoem jest like I neuw u wuld waent me tu. Beasidz, I wuzn't ruennin awae tu git awae, I wuz goen awae tu make da praeshur oen al git bedder. She neadz me! *beemz* Im mel le, Ada! *claepz u oen da shoeldur worrier stile* Im mel le, Jasta! *givz u a beeg skweez an a pek oen da cheak, seanse Ada iz wachin*
Jaded Scorpio: *al whacks JS with a rolled-up newspaper* It's NOT that kind of story! (Like I didn't know exactly what you were referring to! LOL!) Whut ar u hitten her fur, al? She sed fur me tu stae hear! I was just helping her with that cough she had there, nin caun, see where she says "ACK!"? *huegz u so ur koff weel git bedder*
Threthiel M. Belowen: *ruenz abot feexin cheekin stu* I noe whut weel maek u all bedder! Sum of my cheekin stu! *spuunz sum entu u* Fealin bedder yaet? *huegz u*
Lady Silence: *bleenkz. Ruebz haed whur u wapped me* OEEW! *cheuwz cuukee an theenkz a wile* Okae, den. . . .* huegz u bak an foelloewz al tu da car*
Lady Peredhel: *glaerz at Haldir* U bedder stoep wid dat heet, Maerch Waerdin. Dat'z noet fare fieting teckneek. U cheet win u uze da heet spaell tu reeveel da forestee-grean lawnjerie. Doen't krie, mellon nin. *beeg hueg an kees fur u*
daw the minstrel: We tell people he's from Switzerland, dear, remember the ice cream chapter (ch 16)? No one's commented on the ears, at least not out loud. Our family has a reputation for taking in strays, so no one seems to really think anything of it. PP haez a meeny baelrog? Oeh boey! An da tweenz, doen't furgit da tweenz! *recowntz muney, powtz*
TreeHugger: I laeft her a noet! It'z noet my fawlt she deedn't luuk fur it. An I wuzn't ruenning-I waelkd da hole wae. All da nayburz wear glaed tu sea me coem hoem. Dey lub me tu! *huegz u* Whut nuembur tikit deed u sae u have, Tree?
Im: I wuz jest tryin tu maek da praeshur oen al goe awae. I gess hueminz sea theengz difrintlee. Leedle Peep wuz eggsited tu noe da keetie iz a gurl- she waentz tu noe whut culor deed u sae she iz? *snuegglz*
Anon: Bealeeve me, u dunwanna noe. Dat treep u weant oen sowndz fuen buet tiering. *Huegz u an den sitz doewn tu wate fur u tu tale abot it*
Michelle6: Mebbe won dae I weel git tu goe tu DizneyWurld an tale u all abot it. *eetz choklit an geevz u a choklit keez oen da cheak*
Katani Petitedra: At da reesk of apeering bloendur dan I aelredy am, whie du u hav loetz of pikshurz of graep jaellie? *watez tu sea whut u weel sae*
Leedle Peep: *bleenkz* *staerz at skreen* *watez* Starez sum moer* *watez* I think that spell might be working, honey, keep reading those Harry Potter's, ok?
PuterPatty: *poekz PP* U okae??? I deedn't meen tu skaer u like dat! *reedz an theenkz* U doen't waent me tu coem, meleth? Wate, doen't krie, melethrin, u noe I kin't staend tu sea u krie!!! *paesiz, puellz leaft worrier brayd* I doen't uendurstaend!! I thot. . . . *theenkz agin* Hae! Whut if I koem an breeg al wid me?? Dat wuld wurk! *snoegz u, den ruenz tu luuk en da cusheenz of Yeas Deer'z chaer fur sum moer muney*
anna: I lub da fierwurkz, buet dey ar soe lowd, eben moersoe dan da sowndz oen da baettlefeeld. U bea kaerful goeng oen da pateo ruuf. . .U culd faell an braek ur bak dueng dat! *snuegglz u*
Nilmandra: I deed leav al a noet. She jest deedn't fiend it. I woen't be soe kaerleass agin. Haeveeng da wurd NO tiped tu u at leest 28 tiemz iz vary konvinsing. I em raedee fur my lublee maessaeg noew. *keesiz u, den wheepz oeff shurt an floepz fasedoewn oen da baed*
The Karenator: *luukz uep frum my spoet oen da floar bie al'z feat* U goet me a shurt?? Woew!! I kin haerdlee wate tu trie it oen! I weel beahaev misef frum noew oen-doen't waent Ada gitting praeshur proebleamz tu. *huegz u*
Dragon-of-the-north: Okae, soe I em noet leabeeng. I proemis tu be sinsabell. *sieze* ( nead a hueg aftur dat staetmint. *huegs u*
Digital Jessie: *eyebalz shuegur* Thaenk u fur da shuegur. I theenk I weel saev it fur lader . . . .U okae noew? *patz ur bak*
leail: I thot dat wuz Irena whoe wuz goenna eet me alive. . .or wuz it PP aftur all? *theenkz* Noew I'm cunfuzed! *patz Preensis Elizabeth cuerld uep oen my laep* Ur rite, Arwenamin, I muest stae hear, at leest fur da Preensis whoe needz her Prance. *hepz mislef tu anuthur won of ur loeng deap candee-keesiz* al sez soerrie u haed tu wate fur dis. . . *g*
Arianna DyBane: I wuz jest trieng tu maek theengz bedder, buet I wuz wroeng. Sumtiemz elfz maess uep tu. *huegz*
Kimmaree: If u theenk I hav an aksent, u shuld trie feegureeng owt whut u modern-erth peepl ar taelking abot. Welkum tu owr stoeree! *waevz an gievz u a hueg fur ur effurtz*
IRENA: IRENA BAYBEE!!! WHUR DUE U WAENT ME TU PUET DIS 1974 FOERD MAEVERIK BUEMPUR, BAYBEE, IT'Z GITTIN HAEVIE! U noe, leail wuz rite, PP an u wuld eet me aliev I thaenk. . . .*kaerfuelly geevz u a pek oen da cheak, wachin owt fur ur haendz dat are hiedin doze haendcuefz beahiend ur bak!
Fadesintothewest: I herd u, an da othur 28 or moer peepl dat sed NO. I theenk if da laedeez at da hoespitul neuw I wuz at da bues stashun, dey wuld bea gievin me sum of whut dey give al an draeggin me hoem tu.I wuld bea haepee tu brayd ur hare. Seand heem rite ovur. I lub fuezee buenniez. *weenkz*
Newmoon: Okae! Okae! U noe dis iz da kiend of thaeng dat cawzes an elf'z hare tu faell owt. I'll goe bak, jest doen't stoep ritin lub ledderz tu me, okae??? *neadz a kueddl aftur dat*
Skye Rocket: *nikz ur hoet pokit* Woew, deze ar guud! I em glaed u lub da stoeree! *bloewz ua a keez*
angaloth: I kin't goe bak tu Meedle erth, buet I hav goen Hoem noew, soe due noet dispare ani loengur. Dat guey whoe theenkz he iz me maekz a fien pierit, doen't u theenk? *hi fievz u*
Sperry Dee: Roxie kin due a bakfleep? Woew! Deed all of da leedle Naz- buenniez fiend guud hoemz? I hoep soe. Thaenkz fur da oeffur tu leat me stae wid u en Minnasoda. Dat's nise! *huegz u*
LOTRQueen14: I em glaed u lub it, an hear iz anuthr chaeptur, okae? *skweeze fur u*
Lady in Red: Eberybuddie duz lub me hear, doen't dey? Wael, eggsept fur dat maen at da feesh stoer, he wuz noet tu haeppie abot da nosepreentz an feengurpreentz oen all da akwareeumz bie da tiem I goet dun luukin at all da feesh, buet everybuddie ealse duz! *kueddlz u*
Space-Case7029: Ar u okae aftur ur wrek? Wear u warein ur seet baelt? I hoep da peepul at da maell deed noet maek u paey fur da kar! U kin't rase a kar vary guud en da maell wid all doze peepul waelkin abot. Noe wuendur u hiet da waell. *beeg hueg*
Caranwen: I saew dat guey whoe theenkz he iz me en da moovee tu! I thot he haed a nise buet-I doen't theenk I nead tu kik it. I culd teech heem a theeng or tu abot noet dueng anithaeng stoopid. *geeglz*
Holly :o) : Okae, eberybuddie winz. I em staeying hear wid al. Wheww, dat hueg wuz aelmoest like waerin a korseat! *patz ur bak*
Laura: Ur rite, I wuld mees da baelroeg shoertz an da baelroeg breetchiz tu. An all my haetz, I furgoet abot all of dem. Okae, I'll stae wid al. Dat wuz eezy. *huegz an keesiz*
Lina Skye: Yaes, dat iz fizicully poessibul, buet u kin git huert dueing dat, jest ask Araporn. GOE GAEMKOKZ! Fuutbaell tiem iz fienallie hear! YAEH!!! *hi fievz u*
Ren: U sed noe 5 tiemz buet I ownlee cowntid it az won tiem, okae? I em rite bak hear whur I bealoeng, thaenkz fur ur advize. *sweat keesiz fur u*
Magical Rachel: Deed u hav fuen en Flawrida? Deed u goe tu DizneyWurld? I soe wanna goe dere. I wundur hoew muech a bues tikit wuld coest tu goe tu DizneyWurld frum hear? I steel hav $1.33. . . . *praensiz oeff tu cownt it agin*
Legolana Greenleaf: Hae, u noe, I woen't goe! (hae, dat rimhd tu!) Whur deed u goe? *sietz doewn wid a haendful of hoers-shaepd pnuet budder kupz an watez fur u tu tale ur tail*
Pineapple Princess: Wealkum! Wea ar soe glaed u fownd us. al jest caelz da ferst stoeree "Lego's Bio" an da saekund "Lego's Tales". I weel pertekt u, nin mel. Jest seat an aroe tu da boe dere fur dat "meeny me" and goe tu sleap wid me cluetchd en ur haend. *huegz u*
Chan: Okae, u have coenvinsed me tu goe bak tu al'z. I reely deed lub doze huege huegz u gaev me! *huegz u agin*
Anja: I meesd u tuu! Hoew ez skool goeng? I hoep u like it aloet. Lub u tu! Hoew iz ur mum's aerm? *keesiz an kueddlz*
Brem Nakada: U kin neber hav enuf reevewerz, at leest dat's whut I theenk. I em soe glaed u rote tu me! I thot I saew u luerkeeng owt dere! *teeklz u*
Deb: Oeh, doen't biet ur naelz! Noe, noe, mellon nin! Dat's baed, it maekz u luuk like u mite wurk fur a liveeng, and wea elvz kin't hav dat. Neber leat dem sea u swaet, nin mel. Noew abot dat qwestshun. . . I wuz bizzy, u noe??? *bloewz u a kees*
VladimirsAngel: U goet a neuw baeg AN neuw jeenz? WOEW!!! I em jaelus! *luukz at al* Wael, she duzn't LUUK seick, thoe her eyez ar sorda glazed ovur dere frum da maedasin. *poekz her tu maek shur she'z breethin* *sneekz a kees frum u*
sound of the skies: U bot me a dikshunery? Oeh boey! *daensiz haeppily* I wuz jest tryin tu maek theengz bedder fur al. Suemtiemz I meass uep, aftur all I em a Prance. *wheespurz tu al. . .Whut'z a dikshunery?*
Ms November Tuesday: I deedn't furgit u-PP haz da #1 tikit an u weal hav tu git en lien beahiend her an den Irena an wate ur tuern. Dey jest waenna bea frendz tu, u noe, eben if dey doen't hav eni hoersiz. Irena haz sum hoers POEWR, tho. She toeld me soe. *huegz u*
Grammar Laedee: Dat'z rite! I shuld due like Yeas Deer an ruen awae tu Grammar'z howse! al toeld me abot da tiem she an Yeas Deer goet maed at eech uthr raen awae frum hoem at da saem tiem an he beet her tu ur howse an taddled oen her furst. She lafz whin she taelz it. . . NOEW. *geeglz*
Cara6: Oew! Hoew deed u git ur nea doewn en da baerz? Oeh, wate, nebermiend. Prowbablee jest like I deed whin I wuz an elfleeng. U sea, I wuz jest meindin my oewn bizniss, an dere wuz dis haeree speider dat droeppd doewn frum da seeleeng en da koernur, an whin I leepd tu git my boe an aroz, my nea goet stuk dere, jest like u. Iz dat whut haeppind? Hearz sum huegz an keesiz fur u. . . XOXOXOXOXO
leail: Deed u mees me soe muech dat u weant bak an luukd tu sea if u culd rite me agin fur anuthr keez? Heehee! U ar a slye won, Amelamin!
The Two Princesses: I GOET UR PRAESINT!!!!!! Hannon le!! al woent laet me tail u hoew muech I lub da bbbbbbbb, an da hhhhhhhhhhhhh, an da ccccccccc, cuz she sez she iz goenna tail dat stoeree suun hersef. I gess we weal hav tu wate jest a leedle biet. Hannon le!!! I em soe eggsited! Dose wear da beast praesintz eber! Woew! Hannon le!!! *throews XXXXXXXXXX'z an OOOOOOOOOO'z eberyware!!!*
Phoenix Flight: I em soe glaed tu sea u agin! I meesd u! I tuuk ur advize an weant strate bak tu al (wael, noet reely, buet dat doez sownd guud, doezn't it?) Thaenkz fur beeing da won whoe haelpd me git 500 reeveewz! *gievz u a beeg sloeppy kees on da cheak!*
raukoiel: Hae, bizzy! Wealkum bak-I meesd u! Whut nuembur iz ur tikit? I theenk PP stoel abot a haf a rowl, soe mebbe u ar noet az faer doewn az u theenk. My buem? Whie shuld I theenk abot my buem? *al pokes Prance* Don't worry, sweet pea, everybody else is thinking about that for you-just go on about your business and don't worry anymore.Okae! *huegz u*
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The next chapter is about half finished, so bring on those lub ledders, and I'll keep on typing away! Thanks for all the nice words of encouragement and well wishes. I really do appreciate you all, and so does Legolas!
Bie, eberybuddie! *waevz da leedle puerpul haend baeluun at u*