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The sexual fantasy issue had almost faded now, all I had to do was keep my mind off it, brick wall and floor tiles were helping a lot. But we'd found a new way to pass the time.
So I sat there, it was that time of the day again, 5:15, BBC2 was already turned on and I was prepared for it all. This had all started when I had walked into the other room and my mother was watching the Weakest Link. Glorfindel seemed to like it because (and this was just getting the gist) it reminded him of interrogations and Erestor liked it, I think, because it was just trivia questions and he was learning more of this society all of the time. The concept of answering questions for money for other peoples entertainment seemed strange to them. But then so did fried chicken. Explaining said concept was rather hard as well.
But now, we all watched it religiously.
"What century was Elizabeth II born in?"
"20th!" Me and Erestor.
"19th!" Glorfindel.
"19th," the contestant. Glorfindel gave a smug 'hmp' noise, before Anne Robinson said, "20th."
"What village is missing their idiot?" Anne Robinson barked at the contestants.
"Why would a village have an idiot?" asked Glorfindel.
"Oh nevermind..." Me.
"Which fairytale princess lost her slipper?"
"Cinderella," me, quite certain and sure, Erestor and Glorfindel, "fairytale?"
"I'll show you later, T.V. now."
More questions, more stupid contestants.
"In the 1937 Disney film "Snow White" how many dwarves was she accompanied by?"
"Seven!" Me.
"Dwarves?!" Erestor.
"Where?!" Glorfindel.
"Seven," the contestant, "Fairytale, again." I explained.
Anne Robinson agreed and so the show went on.
"Ohhh, that was low..."
"Well, it throws them off their game, doesn't it? And besides its what she gets paid for."
"Yes, but gynaecologist is a decent enough job."
"I think it's all rather inappropriate."
I think you can guess who said what.
"What is the main ingredient in Summer Pudding?"
"Fruit!"
Glorfindel seemed to be much better at food questions than Erestor or I, well, we were better at other ones.
"Benelux is the collective name for Luxembourg, Belgium and what other country?"
"Netherlands!"
"Holland!"
"Germany!"
Both myself and Erestor sighed. Glorfindel was worrying sometimes.
"Netherlands," contestant, "Correct."
"Sir Walter Raleigh was knighted in 1585 by which monarch?"
"Elizabeth I!" Glorfindel mentally jumped at something he knew the answer to, strange that.
"Beats me." Me, hey, aren't I the one who grew up here?
"Elizabeth I." Erestor confirmed.
*
Well, the show was over so I tried to explain what a fairytale was. "They're children's stories, that are completely non-believable, well, kind of, I suppose seeing as how you're here in my head they're slightly more believable. They're sort of like myths. Hang on, I have some in my room."
I walked into my room and searched through my book case, aha! 'Hilda Boswell's Treasury of Fairy Tales'. "Strictly it's not my book," I explained, "It belonged to my mother, but I'm rather fond of it...and she doesn't read it anymore, and most of her childhood books got ruined when the storeroom flooded, but this was in my room, so it was fine."
"It does look rather worn." Erestor said.
"Yes, well, look," I opened the book to its title page and it read, '1962' and a scrawled child's name. "That was 40 years ago, that's a long time to us mortals." The words were meant in jest, but it made me sad, I was nothing to these two immortals, even the age of my great grandmother didn't make an impact on theirs. Well, talk about depressing.
"Can we read them? Well? I want to read Cinderella, and Snow White!" To be that old and that enthusiastic was not possible. "Why do they have such strange name?"
"Read and you'll find out."
Several hours later, and several books later, Glorfindel and Erestor were done. Glorfindel was now convinced that not so many years ago (to an elf) there were Silvan elves still wandering about. I told him, and rightly so, that he was being silly. Glorfindel was convinced that the 'good' fairy in 'Sleeping Beauty' looked /just/ like Galadriel, except for the wings, and the low cut dress, and the piercing in the pointed ear, and the fact that she was just an artists impression.
Ah, elves and their views on earrings, another interesting subject. I have my ears pierced, although I don't usually wear any earrings. Well, one day I thought, ah what a wonderful day! I know what will be nice, I'll wear those earrings that I got for my birthday...
I don't think I've hear Glorfindel shriek before, or since. All I did was pick up the earring and go to place it through the hole in my ear. At this point, we still hadn't figured out about the language yet, so it was down to us going, 'no!' and 'good, no pain.' Glorfindel didn't seem to buy it, it wasn't until I remembered who was in control of this body and that he couldn't stop me.
I picked up the earring, placed it to my ear, pushed it through and fastened the back. "See, no pain." I even pulled on the earring for good measure, trying to remind him that my ears weren't elf ears. I still think he thinks it's going to hurt every time I go near my ears with earrings. I'd love to see his face if I ever decided to get my ears...or anything else pierced again.
Well, back to fairytales. "Why did Anne Robinson speak of a movie? These are books."
"Well, like people made films of Lord of the Rings," I could just hear Glorfindel wincing at this part, "people make films of these stories."
"Do you have any?"
Who doesn't have Disney movies? "Yes, but it's too late now, some of us have to sleep."
And that was Weakest Link time.
*
Well? Comments needed...
The sexual fantasy issue had almost faded now, all I had to do was keep my mind off it, brick wall and floor tiles were helping a lot. But we'd found a new way to pass the time.
So I sat there, it was that time of the day again, 5:15, BBC2 was already turned on and I was prepared for it all. This had all started when I had walked into the other room and my mother was watching the Weakest Link. Glorfindel seemed to like it because (and this was just getting the gist) it reminded him of interrogations and Erestor liked it, I think, because it was just trivia questions and he was learning more of this society all of the time. The concept of answering questions for money for other peoples entertainment seemed strange to them. But then so did fried chicken. Explaining said concept was rather hard as well.
But now, we all watched it religiously.
"What century was Elizabeth II born in?"
"20th!" Me and Erestor.
"19th!" Glorfindel.
"19th," the contestant. Glorfindel gave a smug 'hmp' noise, before Anne Robinson said, "20th."
"What village is missing their idiot?" Anne Robinson barked at the contestants.
"Why would a village have an idiot?" asked Glorfindel.
"Oh nevermind..." Me.
"Which fairytale princess lost her slipper?"
"Cinderella," me, quite certain and sure, Erestor and Glorfindel, "fairytale?"
"I'll show you later, T.V. now."
More questions, more stupid contestants.
"In the 1937 Disney film "Snow White" how many dwarves was she accompanied by?"
"Seven!" Me.
"Dwarves?!" Erestor.
"Where?!" Glorfindel.
"Seven," the contestant, "Fairytale, again." I explained.
Anne Robinson agreed and so the show went on.
"Ohhh, that was low..."
"Well, it throws them off their game, doesn't it? And besides its what she gets paid for."
"Yes, but gynaecologist is a decent enough job."
"I think it's all rather inappropriate."
I think you can guess who said what.
"What is the main ingredient in Summer Pudding?"
"Fruit!"
Glorfindel seemed to be much better at food questions than Erestor or I, well, we were better at other ones.
"Benelux is the collective name for Luxembourg, Belgium and what other country?"
"Netherlands!"
"Holland!"
"Germany!"
Both myself and Erestor sighed. Glorfindel was worrying sometimes.
"Netherlands," contestant, "Correct."
"Sir Walter Raleigh was knighted in 1585 by which monarch?"
"Elizabeth I!" Glorfindel mentally jumped at something he knew the answer to, strange that.
"Beats me." Me, hey, aren't I the one who grew up here?
"Elizabeth I." Erestor confirmed.
*
Well, the show was over so I tried to explain what a fairytale was. "They're children's stories, that are completely non-believable, well, kind of, I suppose seeing as how you're here in my head they're slightly more believable. They're sort of like myths. Hang on, I have some in my room."
I walked into my room and searched through my book case, aha! 'Hilda Boswell's Treasury of Fairy Tales'. "Strictly it's not my book," I explained, "It belonged to my mother, but I'm rather fond of it...and she doesn't read it anymore, and most of her childhood books got ruined when the storeroom flooded, but this was in my room, so it was fine."
"It does look rather worn." Erestor said.
"Yes, well, look," I opened the book to its title page and it read, '1962' and a scrawled child's name. "That was 40 years ago, that's a long time to us mortals." The words were meant in jest, but it made me sad, I was nothing to these two immortals, even the age of my great grandmother didn't make an impact on theirs. Well, talk about depressing.
"Can we read them? Well? I want to read Cinderella, and Snow White!" To be that old and that enthusiastic was not possible. "Why do they have such strange name?"
"Read and you'll find out."
Several hours later, and several books later, Glorfindel and Erestor were done. Glorfindel was now convinced that not so many years ago (to an elf) there were Silvan elves still wandering about. I told him, and rightly so, that he was being silly. Glorfindel was convinced that the 'good' fairy in 'Sleeping Beauty' looked /just/ like Galadriel, except for the wings, and the low cut dress, and the piercing in the pointed ear, and the fact that she was just an artists impression.
Ah, elves and their views on earrings, another interesting subject. I have my ears pierced, although I don't usually wear any earrings. Well, one day I thought, ah what a wonderful day! I know what will be nice, I'll wear those earrings that I got for my birthday...
I don't think I've hear Glorfindel shriek before, or since. All I did was pick up the earring and go to place it through the hole in my ear. At this point, we still hadn't figured out about the language yet, so it was down to us going, 'no!' and 'good, no pain.' Glorfindel didn't seem to buy it, it wasn't until I remembered who was in control of this body and that he couldn't stop me.
I picked up the earring, placed it to my ear, pushed it through and fastened the back. "See, no pain." I even pulled on the earring for good measure, trying to remind him that my ears weren't elf ears. I still think he thinks it's going to hurt every time I go near my ears with earrings. I'd love to see his face if I ever decided to get my ears...or anything else pierced again.
Well, back to fairytales. "Why did Anne Robinson speak of a movie? These are books."
"Well, like people made films of Lord of the Rings," I could just hear Glorfindel wincing at this part, "people make films of these stories."
"Do you have any?"
Who doesn't have Disney movies? "Yes, but it's too late now, some of us have to sleep."
And that was Weakest Link time.
*
Well? Comments needed...