What about my father?!
We came to 'Jimmy's', a small store that sells uniforms for the school in this area. If you're wondering why I wore a Sailor Fuki instead of a normal uniform, I got permission from Mr. Jordan.
I chose a few gray slacks and button up shirts for Legolas to try on. I found a creamy red color sweater vast with my school's logo and a black necktie. Legolas didn't want to venture into the men's changing room alone and made me agree to go in there with him and try on clothes in the next stall. So I found a white button down blouse, another red tie, and dark gray skirt.
I changed into the clothes when suddenly I heard a banging in the next stall. I ran out my stall and hurried to Legolas' stall.
"Legolas?" I called. "Are you ok?" The door flung up and I saw the necktie was choking Legolas. I stared blankly for a moment then took hold of him. I saw his face turning blue and he squirmed as I help onto the necktie. "Legolas! Don't MOVE!"
He stopped instantly and I pulled the necktie of his him. He gasped for air and looked down at me. "What form of torture is that?" He mustered to say after a few moments of regaining his breath.
I couldn't help but to laugh as I fixed the tie to his shirt and stood back to admire how good he looked in a uniform. He tied his hair back with a hair-tie I gave him on the way into the store, but strands of hair still hid the tips of his ears. He looked completely gorgeous, but it seemed like the pants looked a little too big.
"I'll go find you a smaller pair of paints and look for some civvies you can wear."
He looked at me strangely. "What are civvies?" he asked
"Civvies are street clothes. The clothes you have right now are just for school. Civvies are what I was wearing earlier."
He nodded as if he understood. I turned to leave the changing area when he grabbed my shoulder and turned me back around.
"You're eyes and mind are so pure. Never… ever have they seen or heard the cries of war and pain. Never have they seen the blood shed of your kin. Never have they experienced pain and aguish and I pray on my very soul that they never do." He took me into his arms and help tightly. I pushed him away and stared blankly at him, feelings of shock moved into me. "that's what I meant by innocents of a child… you have the innocents of my kin's children…"
I ignored that whole remark and turned again. "Let me find you some socks and shoes" I said as I left. He didn't follow… thought so.
When I came the rack that displayed men's socks and shoes, I stared blankly at it. "Let's see… black or white…" I muttered referring to the socks.
"Quite a lovely outfit you have on." I heard from behind me. The voice seemed very cultured and almost British sounding. I turned to see that same man looking back at me. He seemed more like 6'4" now as he stared down at me with his hands in his coat. His black hair full and thick parted at the side with whips of his covering his eyes. His eyes were a distinct honey color and his skin was tanned.
"Who are you?" I said, holding a pair of gray socks on my hand.
"Just an old friend." He said again with that cultured voice.
"Oh yeah? Of who?" I said as I turned back around and grabbed a random pair of dress shoes. I did not like the feeling I was getting from him. I breathed in deeply and smelled peppermint from somewhere.
"Of your fathers…" His accent seemed stronger now.
I turned to look at him again. "And how do you know my father?" my voice not at all warm and welcoming.
"Can you taste the fear or smell the hate?" he said with an aloof voice. "I know you can feel the world around you, but which one of these other special gifts do you have?"
"Ok weirdo, whatever." I walked towards the changing room when suddenly he took hold of him arm and lugged me back. "Hey what's the big idea!?" I cried as I tried to loosen the grip he had on me.
"Well? What is it?!" his sounded very urgent, like my answer was a matter of life or death.
"Who are you? Let go! Stop it!" I screamed, as his grip grew stronger.
"Tell me at once!"
"I have no idea what you're talking about!" I did the lowest thing I could have ever done to a guy next. I bit down upon his arm and kicked him in the groaned. I ran towards the changing area screaming Legolas' name. I got several feet away from it when I was grabbed by both of my arms. "Legolas!"
Legolas came out with a quizzical look on his face, and then he looked at the man who held me captive. "Let her go." He said in a calm voice. "Or the dream of death will be your only comfort."
"And who are you to say anything?" that man said struggling to keep me under control. I stomped his foot and his grip loosened on the left. I spun around making him release from the left and twisting his arm on the right. Legolas took hold of me and shoved me behind him.
"You will not disrespect a lady in such a manner." Legolas said, his voice sounding very angry.
The man clasped his arm as he spat a cuss word towards me and then a most annoyingly sly smile came to his face. "Awe, so you're the guardian… what a find job you've done so far… she looks as if she's been struck by a train."
"Hey! What the hell are you talking about?" I said as I moved in front of Legolas. "First you bladder about stupid shit that makes no sense and now you mock my appearance!? Watch it or I'll just have to take matters into my own hands and trust me! It won't be pretty."
"Tell me something, Guardian… What' you're gift?"
I looked back upon Legolas as he stood there, almost in a daze staring back at this strange man. "Hey! Are you ever going to answer me!? Who are you? What the hell do you want?"
He looked down at me. "Two have a question answered and maybe share with you a little secret about your fathers mysterious death." He sounded almost sarcastic at the last part.
"What about my father?!" I felt anger rise into me as I glared at him. "What mystery? He was struck by a car."
"So you think" He said with a sly smile. "Death wears many masks, including…. Murder." He turned and looked back "This won't be the last time we meet. Don't expect me to be so nice next time as well and that bloke over there" He pointed at Legolas. "Will regret what he said to me." With that he left.
I went to chase after him, intending to beat the living daylights out of him but Legolas held me back. I turned and looked at Legolas. "Do you know what he meant?" I asked
"No." Legolas said simply.
'What is going on here?!' I asked myself.
"Is it normal in this world for this type of thing to happen?" He asked me after I found him a pair of pants that fit correctly. I found him a belt and decided that there should be no tie.
"No." I blurted out. "Not at all… I have no idea … so don't ask." I seemed to be very annoyed with him, even though I didn't mean to. He seemed very hurt and didn't talk much after that.
I found everything else he needed for his uniform and decided it would be best if I got money out of my savings to at least pay for half of it. I found my mother and told her that everything that he needed and him as well, was waiting in the store and I explained that I would pay for his street clothes. She agreed and gave me my bankcard. I went to an ATM machine and pulled out about $150, assuming that that would be enough. 3 long hours later, we had everything from school supplies to underwear. Trust me explaining underwear and finding the right kind was not a walk in the park and I hope and pray that you'll never have to go through it. If you wondering about my choice of underwear, sense his entire wardrobe was my choice because he pointed out that he didn't care in the least what he wore, have you ever seen someone wearing a pair of boxers with slacks? Not pretty. I see it every day with Edward.
It was when we ventured out the parking lot that I realized it. My gift… I dropped the bags and looked over towards Legolas.
"What is it?" he asked.
"My gift…." I whispered back.
"Your gift?"
"I smelt peppermint when I came across that man."
He looked at me. "Peppermint? But what does this matter?"
"I smelt the storm… but it wasn't the same storm I thought it would be… no… not at all… the storm that will be raging between us and them…"
"Who's 'them'?"
"I don't…. know…."
Emily and my mother looked back at us and motioned for us to hurry up. I picked up the bags and continued on. So… I can smell things… I know that sounds terribly funny but think about it. …
This only means one thing… My father could taste….? Confession was getting the better of me.
The car ride home was a little bit calmer and more lenient on him, when suddenly my mother decided that we were going to go get some fast food, because she didn't feel like making us lunch.
I protested very much but Emily back up my mother and sense she was driving she got to choose. I didn't want to share Legolas with the world yet; I didn't want to even share him with my family. I wanted him all to myself…. But I knew that some time or another I would have to take him out into real public. I was greatly concerned with what his reaction could be. I felt like I need to protect him for some reason.
Mother turned the car around and we were headed to McDonalds. I looked over at Legolas who was giving me a confessed expression and I sighed.
"So, Demitrius, Do you like Mickey D's?" Mother asked.
Legolas looked over at me and then back towards my mother, who was staring at up through the rear-view mirror. After a hesitant motion he said: "I've never met him…"
I clenched my fist to my pants and stared at him.
"No, not the person…. It's a fast food place… you know hamburgers? "
I nudged him with my foot.
"Yes! Of course I've … haven't… eaten… there. They don't have them where I came from."
"Well, that's a bummer. Well, lets see… when we get there, you can changed into you're clothes."
I completely forgot that he was still in his elf attire. I guess I gotten used to seeing him in that.
Well… fast food... With an elf… this is going to be interesting.
It's always a party when an elf is around.
A/N: ER very short this time… I'm sorry Don't kill me! I feel like I need to rewrite this chapter as well.
We came to 'Jimmy's', a small store that sells uniforms for the school in this area. If you're wondering why I wore a Sailor Fuki instead of a normal uniform, I got permission from Mr. Jordan.
I chose a few gray slacks and button up shirts for Legolas to try on. I found a creamy red color sweater vast with my school's logo and a black necktie. Legolas didn't want to venture into the men's changing room alone and made me agree to go in there with him and try on clothes in the next stall. So I found a white button down blouse, another red tie, and dark gray skirt.
I changed into the clothes when suddenly I heard a banging in the next stall. I ran out my stall and hurried to Legolas' stall.
"Legolas?" I called. "Are you ok?" The door flung up and I saw the necktie was choking Legolas. I stared blankly for a moment then took hold of him. I saw his face turning blue and he squirmed as I help onto the necktie. "Legolas! Don't MOVE!"
He stopped instantly and I pulled the necktie of his him. He gasped for air and looked down at me. "What form of torture is that?" He mustered to say after a few moments of regaining his breath.
I couldn't help but to laugh as I fixed the tie to his shirt and stood back to admire how good he looked in a uniform. He tied his hair back with a hair-tie I gave him on the way into the store, but strands of hair still hid the tips of his ears. He looked completely gorgeous, but it seemed like the pants looked a little too big.
"I'll go find you a smaller pair of paints and look for some civvies you can wear."
He looked at me strangely. "What are civvies?" he asked
"Civvies are street clothes. The clothes you have right now are just for school. Civvies are what I was wearing earlier."
He nodded as if he understood. I turned to leave the changing area when he grabbed my shoulder and turned me back around.
"You're eyes and mind are so pure. Never… ever have they seen or heard the cries of war and pain. Never have they seen the blood shed of your kin. Never have they experienced pain and aguish and I pray on my very soul that they never do." He took me into his arms and help tightly. I pushed him away and stared blankly at him, feelings of shock moved into me. "that's what I meant by innocents of a child… you have the innocents of my kin's children…"
I ignored that whole remark and turned again. "Let me find you some socks and shoes" I said as I left. He didn't follow… thought so.
When I came the rack that displayed men's socks and shoes, I stared blankly at it. "Let's see… black or white…" I muttered referring to the socks.
"Quite a lovely outfit you have on." I heard from behind me. The voice seemed very cultured and almost British sounding. I turned to see that same man looking back at me. He seemed more like 6'4" now as he stared down at me with his hands in his coat. His black hair full and thick parted at the side with whips of his covering his eyes. His eyes were a distinct honey color and his skin was tanned.
"Who are you?" I said, holding a pair of gray socks on my hand.
"Just an old friend." He said again with that cultured voice.
"Oh yeah? Of who?" I said as I turned back around and grabbed a random pair of dress shoes. I did not like the feeling I was getting from him. I breathed in deeply and smelled peppermint from somewhere.
"Of your fathers…" His accent seemed stronger now.
I turned to look at him again. "And how do you know my father?" my voice not at all warm and welcoming.
"Can you taste the fear or smell the hate?" he said with an aloof voice. "I know you can feel the world around you, but which one of these other special gifts do you have?"
"Ok weirdo, whatever." I walked towards the changing room when suddenly he took hold of him arm and lugged me back. "Hey what's the big idea!?" I cried as I tried to loosen the grip he had on me.
"Well? What is it?!" his sounded very urgent, like my answer was a matter of life or death.
"Who are you? Let go! Stop it!" I screamed, as his grip grew stronger.
"Tell me at once!"
"I have no idea what you're talking about!" I did the lowest thing I could have ever done to a guy next. I bit down upon his arm and kicked him in the groaned. I ran towards the changing area screaming Legolas' name. I got several feet away from it when I was grabbed by both of my arms. "Legolas!"
Legolas came out with a quizzical look on his face, and then he looked at the man who held me captive. "Let her go." He said in a calm voice. "Or the dream of death will be your only comfort."
"And who are you to say anything?" that man said struggling to keep me under control. I stomped his foot and his grip loosened on the left. I spun around making him release from the left and twisting his arm on the right. Legolas took hold of me and shoved me behind him.
"You will not disrespect a lady in such a manner." Legolas said, his voice sounding very angry.
The man clasped his arm as he spat a cuss word towards me and then a most annoyingly sly smile came to his face. "Awe, so you're the guardian… what a find job you've done so far… she looks as if she's been struck by a train."
"Hey! What the hell are you talking about?" I said as I moved in front of Legolas. "First you bladder about stupid shit that makes no sense and now you mock my appearance!? Watch it or I'll just have to take matters into my own hands and trust me! It won't be pretty."
"Tell me something, Guardian… What' you're gift?"
I looked back upon Legolas as he stood there, almost in a daze staring back at this strange man. "Hey! Are you ever going to answer me!? Who are you? What the hell do you want?"
He looked down at me. "Two have a question answered and maybe share with you a little secret about your fathers mysterious death." He sounded almost sarcastic at the last part.
"What about my father?!" I felt anger rise into me as I glared at him. "What mystery? He was struck by a car."
"So you think" He said with a sly smile. "Death wears many masks, including…. Murder." He turned and looked back "This won't be the last time we meet. Don't expect me to be so nice next time as well and that bloke over there" He pointed at Legolas. "Will regret what he said to me." With that he left.
I went to chase after him, intending to beat the living daylights out of him but Legolas held me back. I turned and looked at Legolas. "Do you know what he meant?" I asked
"No." Legolas said simply.
'What is going on here?!' I asked myself.
"Is it normal in this world for this type of thing to happen?" He asked me after I found him a pair of pants that fit correctly. I found him a belt and decided that there should be no tie.
"No." I blurted out. "Not at all… I have no idea … so don't ask." I seemed to be very annoyed with him, even though I didn't mean to. He seemed very hurt and didn't talk much after that.
I found everything else he needed for his uniform and decided it would be best if I got money out of my savings to at least pay for half of it. I found my mother and told her that everything that he needed and him as well, was waiting in the store and I explained that I would pay for his street clothes. She agreed and gave me my bankcard. I went to an ATM machine and pulled out about $150, assuming that that would be enough. 3 long hours later, we had everything from school supplies to underwear. Trust me explaining underwear and finding the right kind was not a walk in the park and I hope and pray that you'll never have to go through it. If you wondering about my choice of underwear, sense his entire wardrobe was my choice because he pointed out that he didn't care in the least what he wore, have you ever seen someone wearing a pair of boxers with slacks? Not pretty. I see it every day with Edward.
It was when we ventured out the parking lot that I realized it. My gift… I dropped the bags and looked over towards Legolas.
"What is it?" he asked.
"My gift…." I whispered back.
"Your gift?"
"I smelt peppermint when I came across that man."
He looked at me. "Peppermint? But what does this matter?"
"I smelt the storm… but it wasn't the same storm I thought it would be… no… not at all… the storm that will be raging between us and them…"
"Who's 'them'?"
"I don't…. know…."
Emily and my mother looked back at us and motioned for us to hurry up. I picked up the bags and continued on. So… I can smell things… I know that sounds terribly funny but think about it. …
This only means one thing… My father could taste….? Confession was getting the better of me.
The car ride home was a little bit calmer and more lenient on him, when suddenly my mother decided that we were going to go get some fast food, because she didn't feel like making us lunch.
I protested very much but Emily back up my mother and sense she was driving she got to choose. I didn't want to share Legolas with the world yet; I didn't want to even share him with my family. I wanted him all to myself…. But I knew that some time or another I would have to take him out into real public. I was greatly concerned with what his reaction could be. I felt like I need to protect him for some reason.
Mother turned the car around and we were headed to McDonalds. I looked over at Legolas who was giving me a confessed expression and I sighed.
"So, Demitrius, Do you like Mickey D's?" Mother asked.
Legolas looked over at me and then back towards my mother, who was staring at up through the rear-view mirror. After a hesitant motion he said: "I've never met him…"
I clenched my fist to my pants and stared at him.
"No, not the person…. It's a fast food place… you know hamburgers? "
I nudged him with my foot.
"Yes! Of course I've … haven't… eaten… there. They don't have them where I came from."
"Well, that's a bummer. Well, lets see… when we get there, you can changed into you're clothes."
I completely forgot that he was still in his elf attire. I guess I gotten used to seeing him in that.
Well… fast food... With an elf… this is going to be interesting.
It's always a party when an elf is around.
A/N: ER very short this time… I'm sorry Don't kill me! I feel like I need to rewrite this chapter as well.