A/N: only a short little fast update... felt like i needed to get through the weekend. sorry PLEASE DONT KILL ME!!!
I hate to rush through the weekend, but nothing else of real importance happened that I should mention. I dared not ask the question Emily wanted me to ask. How could I? I mean after all… he was sort of mine… I wanted him… and yet I felt the urge to give him up… as sort of a sisterly thing to do.
I did, however asked Legolas if he could read and write in our language. He merely laughed and smiled, saying 'of course, as Prince Of Mirkwood I am schooled in most languages of the land. Including this 'common tongue' of yours'. That just made me smile more and almost laugh at him.
Back to the Emily thing again for a moment, all weekend long they debated about philosophy and numerous other things that had a greater cosmic meaning. It seemed as though Legolas grew a real liking towards her… though I believe it was only a older brother, younger sister type of thing. It made me raving jealous and starved for his attention. Why did he feel like he needed to protect her and not me? It's not like I would accept any protection even if it were given. So I guess I'm one of those people who are suck in limbo land. Well that's just great for me.
He grew a likely towards most of ours foods… mainly fruits… grains… that's sort of thing. He made me eat a lot of it as well… though I didn't really want to… I don't normally eat much and I was sick to add onto it. I did feel slightly better than in the beginning of the weekend… Wounds were healing nicely… considering it was only 3 days and our resident elf worked his magic.
I did call Mr. Jordan, and he agreed… I never figured out for the life of me why he did… but he did. I sighed Legolas up for mainly philosophy classes and such. I also put him in my drama class… What? I needed an ally . Lets see what else was there… Math… English… no science though… It didn't feel right for some reason. PE of course and history as well, I also put him in the grade above mine. He looked older than I was and I didn't want him to look like a flunky. The story was that he is my cousin from England. Oh yeah, I also got reimbursed for some of the money I spent on him from Mr. Jordan. I thought that was rather nice. I basically told him the truth… leaving out parts about elves and Mirkwood… that sort of thing. I guess he believed me in spite of it all… He trusted me a lot. That makes me feel a little … I don't know, good I guess.
For some reason it seemed that Legolas was having trouble listening to what I was thinking… That worried me… was he losing his talent? But he reassured me that I was just becoming more powerful… Powerful to what? To my smelling? Smelling what? Or was it the power to block… maybe it was for the better that I was getting this new 'gift.'
Oh yes, we did have a rather interesting conversion about these 'gifts'.
It was Sunday night and I was extremely tired from having to explain every little detail about school and other things that were going on in this 'world'. I was lying down on my floor, staring into the fan as it was spinning around in the dark, pushing the hot air from the vents down at me. It had these glow in the dark stars attached to it… so it looked quite interesting. Anyway, he came in and looked down at me with this serious expression. He reached for the peg for the light to come on, on the over head fan.
"What's up?" I asked, feeling the bursts of warm air scar away the cold for only a moment.
"Terrance, Those men… in the black clothing," He sat down on my bed. "They're both… part of the star, your sister was explaining."
I sat up. "What?" I asked.
"Right than… so are we… but the man at the, what did you call it… mall… that's it. He was part of a different 'star'. A bad 'star'. I heard that much from him, than he blocked me. He's quite powerful. But as are you… and your sister as well."
"ook…" I stared up at him "And…"
"The person at the rest---" He sat back for a moment trying to search for the word.
"Restraint." I finished.
"Yes." He sat down on the floor with me. "That's it." I laid back down and stared up at my fan again. "He's… here to help you… and maybe me as well. Maybe he can help me find a way home." He places his hand on my stomach. I immediately sat up in utter pain, holding wound tenderly. He put his hand on my shoulder.
"Get out of here!" I swatted his hand away. I was sick and tired of him hurting me. Both physically and mentally… but… I suppose the only person to blame for the mental part is me. He looked at me curiously and sighed, placing his arms around me. I stood in protest. "Don't touch me." I sneered as I turned to leave the room.
He reached his arms around me and held me back. He held me so tightly that for a moment everything in the room … in the house… in the world was lost. I felt warmth all of me. Something I haven't really felt for a long time. My body was giving into all these sensations that I had otherwise numbed myself too. I grew scared, and worried I was losing everything I knew and understood about me and not to mention everything I knew about the world and how it works. I wasn't going to let myself give in. So I pulled away and headed for the door way.
"Terrance." He said in a commanding voice. "Don't leave me."
I turned and looked at him. He was sitting down on the bed, in tears, complete tears. I became even more scared and slammed my door shut in rage. "Why are you crying?" I asked, scared stiff. My voice was quivering; my eyes were beginning to burn with my fight to hold off my own tears. Why was he crying? How can he cry? Oh god! Stop his crying!
"Terrance…" He trailed off.
"What…?"
"You're an ideal to your sister… as I'm an ideal to you…" He muttered. "Don't idealize me. I'm not perfect… and if a muse is broken for you than it will destroy you. Please, stop idealizing me."
I stared at him, my hands shaking and I was starting to feel those tears burn down my face. "Wh-why are you saying this?" I turned my face to the wall and leaned on it. I was crying, too.
"Terrance… I need you just as much as you need me. Don't turn your back on me. I'm begging."
My world was shattering more. He was begging me… an elf… The Prince of Mirkwood… begging me! I was never so scared before in my life. I slide down the wall, and I felt his warm arms around me again.
"Please stop crying." I pleaded with him. "Don't make me cry… please."
"I am, truly sorry." He whispered into my ear. "Please forgive me."
That night… we slept in each other arms… Though I'm rather sure… none of really slept… just laid there on the floor, quietly thinking… I was thinking of my world… and how… I must change it in order to survive… survive what? I didn't know. And back than I'm not sure if I truly wanted to know.
I hate to rush through the weekend, but nothing else of real importance happened that I should mention. I dared not ask the question Emily wanted me to ask. How could I? I mean after all… he was sort of mine… I wanted him… and yet I felt the urge to give him up… as sort of a sisterly thing to do.
I did, however asked Legolas if he could read and write in our language. He merely laughed and smiled, saying 'of course, as Prince Of Mirkwood I am schooled in most languages of the land. Including this 'common tongue' of yours'. That just made me smile more and almost laugh at him.
Back to the Emily thing again for a moment, all weekend long they debated about philosophy and numerous other things that had a greater cosmic meaning. It seemed as though Legolas grew a real liking towards her… though I believe it was only a older brother, younger sister type of thing. It made me raving jealous and starved for his attention. Why did he feel like he needed to protect her and not me? It's not like I would accept any protection even if it were given. So I guess I'm one of those people who are suck in limbo land. Well that's just great for me.
He grew a likely towards most of ours foods… mainly fruits… grains… that's sort of thing. He made me eat a lot of it as well… though I didn't really want to… I don't normally eat much and I was sick to add onto it. I did feel slightly better than in the beginning of the weekend… Wounds were healing nicely… considering it was only 3 days and our resident elf worked his magic.
I did call Mr. Jordan, and he agreed… I never figured out for the life of me why he did… but he did. I sighed Legolas up for mainly philosophy classes and such. I also put him in my drama class… What? I needed an ally . Lets see what else was there… Math… English… no science though… It didn't feel right for some reason. PE of course and history as well, I also put him in the grade above mine. He looked older than I was and I didn't want him to look like a flunky. The story was that he is my cousin from England. Oh yeah, I also got reimbursed for some of the money I spent on him from Mr. Jordan. I thought that was rather nice. I basically told him the truth… leaving out parts about elves and Mirkwood… that sort of thing. I guess he believed me in spite of it all… He trusted me a lot. That makes me feel a little … I don't know, good I guess.
For some reason it seemed that Legolas was having trouble listening to what I was thinking… That worried me… was he losing his talent? But he reassured me that I was just becoming more powerful… Powerful to what? To my smelling? Smelling what? Or was it the power to block… maybe it was for the better that I was getting this new 'gift.'
Oh yes, we did have a rather interesting conversion about these 'gifts'.
It was Sunday night and I was extremely tired from having to explain every little detail about school and other things that were going on in this 'world'. I was lying down on my floor, staring into the fan as it was spinning around in the dark, pushing the hot air from the vents down at me. It had these glow in the dark stars attached to it… so it looked quite interesting. Anyway, he came in and looked down at me with this serious expression. He reached for the peg for the light to come on, on the over head fan.
"What's up?" I asked, feeling the bursts of warm air scar away the cold for only a moment.
"Terrance, Those men… in the black clothing," He sat down on my bed. "They're both… part of the star, your sister was explaining."
I sat up. "What?" I asked.
"Right than… so are we… but the man at the, what did you call it… mall… that's it. He was part of a different 'star'. A bad 'star'. I heard that much from him, than he blocked me. He's quite powerful. But as are you… and your sister as well."
"ook…" I stared up at him "And…"
"The person at the rest---" He sat back for a moment trying to search for the word.
"Restraint." I finished.
"Yes." He sat down on the floor with me. "That's it." I laid back down and stared up at my fan again. "He's… here to help you… and maybe me as well. Maybe he can help me find a way home." He places his hand on my stomach. I immediately sat up in utter pain, holding wound tenderly. He put his hand on my shoulder.
"Get out of here!" I swatted his hand away. I was sick and tired of him hurting me. Both physically and mentally… but… I suppose the only person to blame for the mental part is me. He looked at me curiously and sighed, placing his arms around me. I stood in protest. "Don't touch me." I sneered as I turned to leave the room.
He reached his arms around me and held me back. He held me so tightly that for a moment everything in the room … in the house… in the world was lost. I felt warmth all of me. Something I haven't really felt for a long time. My body was giving into all these sensations that I had otherwise numbed myself too. I grew scared, and worried I was losing everything I knew and understood about me and not to mention everything I knew about the world and how it works. I wasn't going to let myself give in. So I pulled away and headed for the door way.
"Terrance." He said in a commanding voice. "Don't leave me."
I turned and looked at him. He was sitting down on the bed, in tears, complete tears. I became even more scared and slammed my door shut in rage. "Why are you crying?" I asked, scared stiff. My voice was quivering; my eyes were beginning to burn with my fight to hold off my own tears. Why was he crying? How can he cry? Oh god! Stop his crying!
"Terrance…" He trailed off.
"What…?"
"You're an ideal to your sister… as I'm an ideal to you…" He muttered. "Don't idealize me. I'm not perfect… and if a muse is broken for you than it will destroy you. Please, stop idealizing me."
I stared at him, my hands shaking and I was starting to feel those tears burn down my face. "Wh-why are you saying this?" I turned my face to the wall and leaned on it. I was crying, too.
"Terrance… I need you just as much as you need me. Don't turn your back on me. I'm begging."
My world was shattering more. He was begging me… an elf… The Prince of Mirkwood… begging me! I was never so scared before in my life. I slide down the wall, and I felt his warm arms around me again.
"Please stop crying." I pleaded with him. "Don't make me cry… please."
"I am, truly sorry." He whispered into my ear. "Please forgive me."
That night… we slept in each other arms… Though I'm rather sure… none of really slept… just laid there on the floor, quietly thinking… I was thinking of my world… and how… I must change it in order to survive… survive what? I didn't know. And back than I'm not sure if I truly wanted to know.