My eyes caught the sight of his burned hand again. I had forgotten it. The bandages where gone and it looked like it was blistering badly. I knew he was pain, but he'd never admit it. Stupid elven pride! Although its porably not as bad as mine. "Legolas!" I shouted, as I toppled out of bed and to the ground. He turned and looked at me
"Yes?" He asked with a questioning look on his face.
"Your hand! I need to fix it. Erm put more bandages on it!" I said, tripping over blankets and my own feet. He looked at me then glanced back at his hand.
"It is fine. It is nothing, really." He tried to assure me. I wouldn't hear of it. I stood, took him by the wrist and examined it more closely. "Please… you are much to tired to be troubled by my problems." I looked at him. He was so modest it drove me insane.
"I cannot sleep knowing this wound is not cared for." I said back to him. I was getting kind of angry at the fact that he wouldn't just let me do what I wanted.
"And how will attend to it? You can barely walk." I looked up at him and bit my lower lip. Then I grabbed him by his other arm and dragged him down the hall to the bathroom. I was literally pulling him with all my might and only making a few feet every minuet or so. By the time I reached the bathroom, I felt so tired, but I managed. I took his hand and saw the red and crackled skin. I felt so bad; after all it was partly my fault wasn't it? "Please…" He begged me.
"Stop your complaining. The sooner I get this done the better." I gently put my hand on his and felt the heat of it rise into my skin. I lifted it gently as I placed it there and got out the first-aid kit yet again. After applying the ointment I covered it in bandages once more. By the time I was done I felt so weak and I tired. I swayed forward, and then shook my head, snapping myself back into reality. I looked up at him, who looked down on me with concern in his eyes.
"Terrance?" He asked. He seemed so dissent now. "Are you alright?" His words were so faint; I could barely hear them. I staggered forward, but stopped myself by supporting my body on the sink. "Terrance..! Can you hear me?" The words seem to fade away as I felt myself sinking into a dark void. I no longer saw the pale lemon yellow of the bathroom. I was being pulled into darkness. All pain, either mental or physical just seemed to disappear for a moment. I felt safe for some reason. Just staying listless and idle in that place.
I heard a loud bang followed by aching sensation. I realized that my body had fallen to the ground and I closed my eyes. I reopened them to the sounds of morning. Faint light was streaming in from my window, forcing me to wobble over to it and plaster it back up with blinds and the blanket. I heard nosing from down stairs and my heart instenly began beating faster and faster. I had no time to think of a good lie to keep Legolas here. I made my way into the living room to see my mother standing on the last step of the stairs, leaning against the banister.
"Good god Terrance! What on earth happened to you?!" She said when she saw my face. Her brows narrowed on me and I felt queasy. Oh no… tongue lashing from my mother. If you think I'm bad, you have no idea where I got it from.
"I, er, got into a fight while walking home from school." There was no use in trying to sugar coat it. She crossed her arms, telling me to continue. "It was with Tami… I… uhhh… ummm. Yeah?"
"Can you explain the boy in the spare bedroom?" She said. I could tell her anger was raising but she was trying to keep it under control.
Think Terrance thing!
Suddenly it just all came together. "He couldn't go home because he was caught in the storm. He banged on the door and I said he could stay here for the night."
My mother raised an eyebrow. I knew she was still pondering whether to believe me or not. "Sounds very unlike you Terrance."
"Uh… what? I wasn't going to just let someone freeze to death." I said. I really wouldn't! I don't know what she was getting at. Maybe she just wanted to se if I'd keep my cool.
"Ok then… I'll take him home later…" She said with a steely smirk. She was trying to catch me in my lie, but I'll give her a run for her money!
"No! you can't!"
"Oh and why not?" she was getting the upper hand. Oh man I didn't want to lose two battles in less then 24 hours.
Oh god! Come up with something.
"Uh, He's a foreign exchange student that got kicked out of his host families' house!" Ok … that was really dumb but it work…
"Oh really now? Well in that case he can stay here."
YES!
She gave me one of those 'I know your lying but I'll go along with it' looks and I smiled a fake cheeky grin…
"Only… why is he wearing such odd clothes?" She asked, her eyes flashing with a sort of mischievous wonder.
"I uh, he likes to coseplay.. Which it an anime thing." I was telling the truth… about the coseplaying I mean.
"Uh huh… I'll get breakfast started." She walked past me and I gave a huge sigh of relief. I ran up the stairs and towards his room, when suddenly Emily appeared. I skidded to a stop and stared at her.
"What happened to you? Got hit by a car?" She asked eying me.
"Can it. I got things to do." I said back moving her aside.
"Yeah like that guy in the bed room?" Emily playfully joked. "Hey what's his name? He's hot! In a girlish sort of way."
"Girlish?" I asked staring at her. "Er uhh his name is… Demitrius"
"Ohh what a hunky name!" She said, running towards his door. She reached for the knob and I pulled her back. "Hey stop it!" I picked her up and moved her aside. I creased the door open and peered through the crack.
Amazing.. he was still asleep. His hair was slightly matted which gave him more of a punk rocker look. I was very glad to see that his hair covered his ears. I smiled faintly and casted my eyes away. Emily pushed me forward and I landed on the floor in his room. His eyes snapped awake as he jumped up.
"Whoa. What's with the bow?" Emily asked as she popped her head in. There was a blur of colors and lights and suddenly Legolas was on his feet. "You must work out.. a lot…" Emily trailed off, obviously staring at his still naked chest.
I got up. "Emily… this is Demitrius…" Legolas stared at me, confused for a moment, then he regained his senses. "Demitrius… this is my sister Emily."
"Hello Emily." Legolas said, bowing. "tis an honor to me you."
Emily blushed. "Uhh, err, um." She stuttered "You… too…" She suddenly became very close to me, clinging to my arm.
"Um, Breakfast will be ready soon… you might want to get ready." I said to Legolas
"Are we going to go shopping for new garments, today?"
I nodded my head. Emily tugged on my shirt. "What?" I asked, looking at her.
"Where is this guy from?"
My eyes grew wide, and then became normal. Legolas went to say something but I gestured from him to stop. "He's from…. Fr--- eng… er, no. I uh. Emily I'll level with you." Emily stared at me. "He is the guy that attacked m-"
"I knew it!" She said, interrupting me. "I knew you guys would meet again! I told you! Didn't I tell you?! I did! Hahaha!" she screamed in joy, no longer afraid of Legolas.
"YES OK!" I said back. "But… He's not from this world he's… just not from here." I didn't want to say the whole truth. Emily stopped her rejoicing and looked at me. She stared hard for a moment then she turned to Legolas.
"Ok.." she said in a very monotone voice. "I believe you." I studied her a moment and nodded.
"I'm truly sorry… But you are going to need to keep this from your mother." Legolas whispered to Emily.
"Well duh!" She said, and then walked up very close to him. She looked into his eyes for a moment. I knew what she was doing… she was studding him, looking deep into his soul to his virtues as well as vices. It was another one of those gift/feelings things out family had. Although once again… it was something that I never paid attention to. It was something I think was skipped over on me…
Well that's what I though at the time. This is a good time to tell you that… this story isn't just a romance story about a girl who's trying to keep face and man thrown into a world that wasn't his. This story goes deeper then any of that. This story is VERY different. As you will soon discover… Just be patient… Keep reading
"You're a good person." She concluded, but she suddenly seemed depressed and distant. Very unlike her.
"Emily?" I asked, reaching for her. She pulled me a side.
"There's something different… about him." She whispered. I knew she wasn't talking about him being an elf… it was something… something very different that caught me off guard.
"What do you mean?" I asked.
"I dunno… there's just something… different." She left in a hurry leaving me and Legolas, staring dumbfounded at her.
"Will she be alright?" Legolas asked, looking over at me.
"I … don't know…" I replied. Legolas put on his sliver, blue undershirt… the one he worn in Lorien and followed me downstairs for breakfast.
"Awe… Hello." My mother said, reaching out her hand to Legolas.
"Oh no…" I groaned under my breath… Legolas took my mother's hand and kissed it.
Yes… He's going to be from France!
"How very, gentleman like of you." My mother said back. "Is he from France?" She asked looking at me.
I nodded. "How else can you explain it?" I asked.
"How sarcastic of you." She said back.
You have no idea, Mother.
A few minutes later we sat down for breakfast.
"So…" My mother said eyeing Legolas. "Where did you say you were from?"
"France"
"England" My sister and I both said at the same time. My mother looked at Legolas.
"He's From GERMANY!" I blurted out. Legolas nodded and agreement.
"I see…" My mother shrugged. "Although you just said he was from France a few minutes ago!"
oh shit!
"I suggest you tell me the truth..." She looked over at Legolas then back at me. "Later..."
We sat in silence for the longest time until I started to think about the bathroom covered in blood. Suddenly I heard a voice inside my head. "I cleaned the blood up before I went to sleep last night." It said. I nearly jumped out of my chair. Legolas stared at me and nodded slightly.
"Are you alright?" My mother asked.
"Yes… I er… thought I heard something." I looked over at Legolas again. He was sat in front of me. I could tell he was trying to retain himself from looking at me but it wasn't working. Everyone 30 seconds or so he looked back up. Well I continued to stare.
"Do you hear my thoughts?" I thought. He didn't look up only took another bite of his toast.
"Yes." I heard the voice again. Then it hit me. The 5 senses: Feeling, Sight, Hear, Taste, and smell. Everyone who sat at this table has the gift of feeling, strongest of all goes to my sister. She also has the gift of sight. Legolas had the gift to hear. What about my mother and I though? I dismissed the thought of my mother having another gift, deciding that this was something from my father's side. Think about it. My mother got the gift of feeling from being around us for 16 years. What I couldn't figure out was my father's gift and mine as well.
"So… do we need to register Demitrius at your school? But how will we pay for tuition?" My mother asked, trying to sound like she's just makes random conversation.
"He's already covered." I spoke after a few seconds of though.
Oh man I hope I'll be able to pull some strings with Mr. Jordan.
"How so?"
"Foreign exchange. They cover all that stuff. But we do need to uh… buy him clothes… because… He lost all his luggage at the airport!"
"Ok than. After breakfast we'll go shopping. Uh.. Terrance hun. You might want to shower."
"Will I have to wear that outfit you were wearing a few days ago?" I heard the voice again. It sounded so desprete and despaired. I laughed a moment the shock my head at him.
A/N: YAY!!!! ^.^ lmao. Sorry i got worked up and schoool and all that fun stuff!
"Yes?" He asked with a questioning look on his face.
"Your hand! I need to fix it. Erm put more bandages on it!" I said, tripping over blankets and my own feet. He looked at me then glanced back at his hand.
"It is fine. It is nothing, really." He tried to assure me. I wouldn't hear of it. I stood, took him by the wrist and examined it more closely. "Please… you are much to tired to be troubled by my problems." I looked at him. He was so modest it drove me insane.
"I cannot sleep knowing this wound is not cared for." I said back to him. I was getting kind of angry at the fact that he wouldn't just let me do what I wanted.
"And how will attend to it? You can barely walk." I looked up at him and bit my lower lip. Then I grabbed him by his other arm and dragged him down the hall to the bathroom. I was literally pulling him with all my might and only making a few feet every minuet or so. By the time I reached the bathroom, I felt so tired, but I managed. I took his hand and saw the red and crackled skin. I felt so bad; after all it was partly my fault wasn't it? "Please…" He begged me.
"Stop your complaining. The sooner I get this done the better." I gently put my hand on his and felt the heat of it rise into my skin. I lifted it gently as I placed it there and got out the first-aid kit yet again. After applying the ointment I covered it in bandages once more. By the time I was done I felt so weak and I tired. I swayed forward, and then shook my head, snapping myself back into reality. I looked up at him, who looked down on me with concern in his eyes.
"Terrance?" He asked. He seemed so dissent now. "Are you alright?" His words were so faint; I could barely hear them. I staggered forward, but stopped myself by supporting my body on the sink. "Terrance..! Can you hear me?" The words seem to fade away as I felt myself sinking into a dark void. I no longer saw the pale lemon yellow of the bathroom. I was being pulled into darkness. All pain, either mental or physical just seemed to disappear for a moment. I felt safe for some reason. Just staying listless and idle in that place.
I heard a loud bang followed by aching sensation. I realized that my body had fallen to the ground and I closed my eyes. I reopened them to the sounds of morning. Faint light was streaming in from my window, forcing me to wobble over to it and plaster it back up with blinds and the blanket. I heard nosing from down stairs and my heart instenly began beating faster and faster. I had no time to think of a good lie to keep Legolas here. I made my way into the living room to see my mother standing on the last step of the stairs, leaning against the banister.
"Good god Terrance! What on earth happened to you?!" She said when she saw my face. Her brows narrowed on me and I felt queasy. Oh no… tongue lashing from my mother. If you think I'm bad, you have no idea where I got it from.
"I, er, got into a fight while walking home from school." There was no use in trying to sugar coat it. She crossed her arms, telling me to continue. "It was with Tami… I… uhhh… ummm. Yeah?"
"Can you explain the boy in the spare bedroom?" She said. I could tell her anger was raising but she was trying to keep it under control.
Think Terrance thing!
Suddenly it just all came together. "He couldn't go home because he was caught in the storm. He banged on the door and I said he could stay here for the night."
My mother raised an eyebrow. I knew she was still pondering whether to believe me or not. "Sounds very unlike you Terrance."
"Uh… what? I wasn't going to just let someone freeze to death." I said. I really wouldn't! I don't know what she was getting at. Maybe she just wanted to se if I'd keep my cool.
"Ok then… I'll take him home later…" She said with a steely smirk. She was trying to catch me in my lie, but I'll give her a run for her money!
"No! you can't!"
"Oh and why not?" she was getting the upper hand. Oh man I didn't want to lose two battles in less then 24 hours.
Oh god! Come up with something.
"Uh, He's a foreign exchange student that got kicked out of his host families' house!" Ok … that was really dumb but it work…
"Oh really now? Well in that case he can stay here."
YES!
She gave me one of those 'I know your lying but I'll go along with it' looks and I smiled a fake cheeky grin…
"Only… why is he wearing such odd clothes?" She asked, her eyes flashing with a sort of mischievous wonder.
"I uh, he likes to coseplay.. Which it an anime thing." I was telling the truth… about the coseplaying I mean.
"Uh huh… I'll get breakfast started." She walked past me and I gave a huge sigh of relief. I ran up the stairs and towards his room, when suddenly Emily appeared. I skidded to a stop and stared at her.
"What happened to you? Got hit by a car?" She asked eying me.
"Can it. I got things to do." I said back moving her aside.
"Yeah like that guy in the bed room?" Emily playfully joked. "Hey what's his name? He's hot! In a girlish sort of way."
"Girlish?" I asked staring at her. "Er uhh his name is… Demitrius"
"Ohh what a hunky name!" She said, running towards his door. She reached for the knob and I pulled her back. "Hey stop it!" I picked her up and moved her aside. I creased the door open and peered through the crack.
Amazing.. he was still asleep. His hair was slightly matted which gave him more of a punk rocker look. I was very glad to see that his hair covered his ears. I smiled faintly and casted my eyes away. Emily pushed me forward and I landed on the floor in his room. His eyes snapped awake as he jumped up.
"Whoa. What's with the bow?" Emily asked as she popped her head in. There was a blur of colors and lights and suddenly Legolas was on his feet. "You must work out.. a lot…" Emily trailed off, obviously staring at his still naked chest.
I got up. "Emily… this is Demitrius…" Legolas stared at me, confused for a moment, then he regained his senses. "Demitrius… this is my sister Emily."
"Hello Emily." Legolas said, bowing. "tis an honor to me you."
Emily blushed. "Uhh, err, um." She stuttered "You… too…" She suddenly became very close to me, clinging to my arm.
"Um, Breakfast will be ready soon… you might want to get ready." I said to Legolas
"Are we going to go shopping for new garments, today?"
I nodded my head. Emily tugged on my shirt. "What?" I asked, looking at her.
"Where is this guy from?"
My eyes grew wide, and then became normal. Legolas went to say something but I gestured from him to stop. "He's from…. Fr--- eng… er, no. I uh. Emily I'll level with you." Emily stared at me. "He is the guy that attacked m-"
"I knew it!" She said, interrupting me. "I knew you guys would meet again! I told you! Didn't I tell you?! I did! Hahaha!" she screamed in joy, no longer afraid of Legolas.
"YES OK!" I said back. "But… He's not from this world he's… just not from here." I didn't want to say the whole truth. Emily stopped her rejoicing and looked at me. She stared hard for a moment then she turned to Legolas.
"Ok.." she said in a very monotone voice. "I believe you." I studied her a moment and nodded.
"I'm truly sorry… But you are going to need to keep this from your mother." Legolas whispered to Emily.
"Well duh!" She said, and then walked up very close to him. She looked into his eyes for a moment. I knew what she was doing… she was studding him, looking deep into his soul to his virtues as well as vices. It was another one of those gift/feelings things out family had. Although once again… it was something that I never paid attention to. It was something I think was skipped over on me…
Well that's what I though at the time. This is a good time to tell you that… this story isn't just a romance story about a girl who's trying to keep face and man thrown into a world that wasn't his. This story goes deeper then any of that. This story is VERY different. As you will soon discover… Just be patient… Keep reading
"You're a good person." She concluded, but she suddenly seemed depressed and distant. Very unlike her.
"Emily?" I asked, reaching for her. She pulled me a side.
"There's something different… about him." She whispered. I knew she wasn't talking about him being an elf… it was something… something very different that caught me off guard.
"What do you mean?" I asked.
"I dunno… there's just something… different." She left in a hurry leaving me and Legolas, staring dumbfounded at her.
"Will she be alright?" Legolas asked, looking over at me.
"I … don't know…" I replied. Legolas put on his sliver, blue undershirt… the one he worn in Lorien and followed me downstairs for breakfast.
"Awe… Hello." My mother said, reaching out her hand to Legolas.
"Oh no…" I groaned under my breath… Legolas took my mother's hand and kissed it.
Yes… He's going to be from France!
"How very, gentleman like of you." My mother said back. "Is he from France?" She asked looking at me.
I nodded. "How else can you explain it?" I asked.
"How sarcastic of you." She said back.
You have no idea, Mother.
A few minutes later we sat down for breakfast.
"So…" My mother said eyeing Legolas. "Where did you say you were from?"
"France"
"England" My sister and I both said at the same time. My mother looked at Legolas.
"He's From GERMANY!" I blurted out. Legolas nodded and agreement.
"I see…" My mother shrugged. "Although you just said he was from France a few minutes ago!"
oh shit!
"I suggest you tell me the truth..." She looked over at Legolas then back at me. "Later..."
We sat in silence for the longest time until I started to think about the bathroom covered in blood. Suddenly I heard a voice inside my head. "I cleaned the blood up before I went to sleep last night." It said. I nearly jumped out of my chair. Legolas stared at me and nodded slightly.
"Are you alright?" My mother asked.
"Yes… I er… thought I heard something." I looked over at Legolas again. He was sat in front of me. I could tell he was trying to retain himself from looking at me but it wasn't working. Everyone 30 seconds or so he looked back up. Well I continued to stare.
"Do you hear my thoughts?" I thought. He didn't look up only took another bite of his toast.
"Yes." I heard the voice again. Then it hit me. The 5 senses: Feeling, Sight, Hear, Taste, and smell. Everyone who sat at this table has the gift of feeling, strongest of all goes to my sister. She also has the gift of sight. Legolas had the gift to hear. What about my mother and I though? I dismissed the thought of my mother having another gift, deciding that this was something from my father's side. Think about it. My mother got the gift of feeling from being around us for 16 years. What I couldn't figure out was my father's gift and mine as well.
"So… do we need to register Demitrius at your school? But how will we pay for tuition?" My mother asked, trying to sound like she's just makes random conversation.
"He's already covered." I spoke after a few seconds of though.
Oh man I hope I'll be able to pull some strings with Mr. Jordan.
"How so?"
"Foreign exchange. They cover all that stuff. But we do need to uh… buy him clothes… because… He lost all his luggage at the airport!"
"Ok than. After breakfast we'll go shopping. Uh.. Terrance hun. You might want to shower."
"Will I have to wear that outfit you were wearing a few days ago?" I heard the voice again. It sounded so desprete and despaired. I laughed a moment the shock my head at him.
A/N: YAY!!!! ^.^ lmao. Sorry i got worked up and schoool and all that fun stuff!