dis: see chap one.
a/n: see, this is what happens when you muddle up the order of your chapters and change some things to summer. The whole thing about Erestor I've been writing as if you already knew, which you didn't, well, Alaina did but that's because I wrote this the day I went winter coat shopping. Well, the thing about Erestor at the end, just take it to be before the last chapter. If that makes sense. And besides, eugh. Sorry it's shortish.
Alaina: hm, twins. btw, was it you who was teasing me saying they might make a hobbit movie? SKT!
--------The Winter Coat-------
Clothes shopping, ugh, the worst time of the year. Apparently it was winter and I needed a coat and winter shoes. I saw nothing wrong with my shoes, I mean, sure they had holes in them and barely covered any of my foot, but they were comfy! Besides, I was rather attached to them. And the coat? Ok, I yield, I needed a new coat, well, considering I didn't have a coat at that stage, I just needed a coat; it was getting cold and my chest was certainly not happy about it.
So I explained to Glorfindel and Erestor that today we were going to go shopping for new clothes. Glorfindel groaned and Erestor seemed to be quite pleased. I later found out why; pleased Erestor usually bodes something bad for me or Glorfindel.
We pulled into Brent Cross, ah, cars...I love cars, Glorfindel loves cars, Erestor...doesn't. We went from shop to shop, looking, trying on and generally finding faults with every single coat.
"I like this one, it looks like a monk's thingy and it's all funky..." I said, pulling the coat about me and lifting the hood.
All of us studied the reflection, "I think you should get something bright and colourful, so you'll be seen at night incase something like a car comes at you." Glorfindel, must stop watching safety programs.
"I think it's too coarse, and dark is good, draws little attention to yourself. Maybe we could find something like this but made of velvet, or fur." Erestor added.
"Ohh, furs, look, there's a red fur lined coat!" Glorfindel said, unable to actually point but it didn't matter as we had all seen it anyway.
I walked over to the coat and looked it once up and down, I reached to stroke it and pet it as if it were an animal. "You do know this isn't real fur, right?"
"Pardon?" My mother, oh dear, I forgot about her. Must remember to talk to them in my head, this only ever seemed to be an occasional problem.
"Oh, nothing, just reminding myself about the fur." She gave me a good once over look, I really must be more careful about these things, ever since they dragged me into the school nurses office it's been dangerous. And I've not had any problems for ages. 'It's all this excitement.' I muttered.
"Alright, well, do you like this red one?" She asked.
"Oh, I think it's nice enough, I'm just not sure how practical it is. I mean, can you see /me/ wearing this?" I could hear Glorfindel and Erestor mentally agreeing with me.
Two hours and fifteen shops later, I thought I'd found it. "It's black," I conceded, "Aye, and it's velvet," this from Erestor. Glorfindel seemed to think for a moment before adding, "It's got brown furry bits." So it was decided, the black velvet-y coat with the brown furry bits was ours.
Now, on to shoes...and trousers.
"What do you mean they come in set sizes? People's feet aren't all exactly one thing or the other!" It was the same problem I had faced with clothes.
"Look, they'll be some to fit me that I'll like, eventually, trust me!" I hiss at him in my head.
I looked down at my foot, the shoes resembled the ones I had just taken off, but not falling apart. "I like them"
"Why can't we have shiny ones?" Glorfindel asked.
"Because they get all scuffed, remember, and they pinch." Erestor told him, it was so much easier when I didn't have to explain things.
"How about the lovely, red suede pair?"
"No, they match nothing, they're too bright, the trousers would make them all dull and they're not in our size anyway!"
Listening to them was quite fun, but now I'd decided I wanted these shoes. "I want these ones."
Both of them didn't seem to hear me so I turned to my mother, "I want 'em."
"Finally!" She exclaimed, I hadn't thought it'd been that long, neither had Glorfindel or Erestor else they would have complained. Oh well.
All left to do was to flee this store. Except that didn't happen as I'd hoped.
"Ohh, what is /that/?!" Glorfindel exclaimed as I looked over a group of tops. Should have kept my eyes on the floor.
I stopped and looked to the rack, "Which one?"
Thankfully my mother hadn't stopped and he directed me to a top that was right off the fricking set of some medieval film. "Can we get it? Can we can we can we?"
Erestor seemed to agree with Glorfindel (quite easily to tell as he wasn't telling him to be quiet). "Maybe, hangon, wait, will this keep you quiet for the ride back?"
Glorfindel thought about it for a moment, "I suppose so, I'll make no comments about the music." Phew, it'd be what I wanted for a change...or my mother.
"Mum!" My mother turned and looked at me, "Can I pleeeeease have this top?"
For once my mother just shrugged, "I don't see why not."
Wow, that was uncharacteristically easy. She's up to something.
Now, to say Glorfindel and Erestor agreed with my choice in trousers would be stretching the truth beyond belief. They were called baggies for a reason, a reason Erestor and Glorfindel didn't seem to like.
"But enemies can hear you comming miles off!" Glorfindel protested.
"We're not in your world!"
"Oh but look at these black velvet trousers..." Erestor pleaded.
"Look, we got a black velvet-y coat, no more, what is it with black velvet and you? Glorfindel, does he actually dress in black velvet all the time?"
"Aye, he does, and I wear nothing but close fitting tunics, nothing loose or 'baggy'" Glorfindel answered. This gave me the most blissful mental image I could have ever wanted. Sufficed to say I was rather unresponsive for quite a few moments.
Glorfindel and Erestor arguing in my head brought me back to reality. "It's you, it's got to be something you said."
"Why me?" Glorfindel.
"Because it was you who was talking before she became all glossy eyed. Oh dear." Erestor said, suddenly realising what could have distracted me.
"What?" Asked Glorfindel.
"Nothing!" I finished quickly, "Now come on, lets see if these trousers fit."
"Are you sure they're supposed to be that tight there and that loose there? You've not just got a bad tailor or designer. You see, this is what happens when clothes aren't designed specifically for you..."
"Ok, ok, maybe these are a size too small, but, they /will/ fit, because I want these trousers and these are the last pair." I struggled in vain with them, this was when Erestor suggested something that I really did not enjoy, what girl does?
"Perhaps you need to loose weight?"
*
The car ride home had been far from peaceful, I had to listen to Glorfindel and Erestor throughout it all. Erestor was perhaps not so used to being around females, as he had no idea of his mistake.
"Sara? Come on Sara! Talk to me! What did I do?" Erestor had been at this for quite a few minutes now, it was irritating.
Glorfindel mentally shushed him, "Erestor, you silly elf, you just talked to a female about her weight. A female! And now you are asking what is wrong!"
"What? I do not spend much time around females, my tastes are...not so ordinary."
"Ordinary?! Is there any slander towards us straight elves in that?!" Glorfindel queried.
"Erestor's gay?" I asked, now this was something I didn't know. You'd thought I might have caught on what with his memories. Well, 'Elrond's chief counsellor' indeed.
"Yes," Both elves answered with notes of apprehension in their voices, "There is no problem, is there?" Erestor asked.
"Oh no, but it does make me wonder about your position, 'Elrond's Chief Counsellor' pray tell..."
And that's how the car ride home went.
*
a/n: see, this is what happens when you muddle up the order of your chapters and change some things to summer. The whole thing about Erestor I've been writing as if you already knew, which you didn't, well, Alaina did but that's because I wrote this the day I went winter coat shopping. Well, the thing about Erestor at the end, just take it to be before the last chapter. If that makes sense. And besides, eugh. Sorry it's shortish.
Alaina: hm, twins. btw, was it you who was teasing me saying they might make a hobbit movie? SKT!
--------The Winter Coat-------
Clothes shopping, ugh, the worst time of the year. Apparently it was winter and I needed a coat and winter shoes. I saw nothing wrong with my shoes, I mean, sure they had holes in them and barely covered any of my foot, but they were comfy! Besides, I was rather attached to them. And the coat? Ok, I yield, I needed a new coat, well, considering I didn't have a coat at that stage, I just needed a coat; it was getting cold and my chest was certainly not happy about it.
So I explained to Glorfindel and Erestor that today we were going to go shopping for new clothes. Glorfindel groaned and Erestor seemed to be quite pleased. I later found out why; pleased Erestor usually bodes something bad for me or Glorfindel.
We pulled into Brent Cross, ah, cars...I love cars, Glorfindel loves cars, Erestor...doesn't. We went from shop to shop, looking, trying on and generally finding faults with every single coat.
"I like this one, it looks like a monk's thingy and it's all funky..." I said, pulling the coat about me and lifting the hood.
All of us studied the reflection, "I think you should get something bright and colourful, so you'll be seen at night incase something like a car comes at you." Glorfindel, must stop watching safety programs.
"I think it's too coarse, and dark is good, draws little attention to yourself. Maybe we could find something like this but made of velvet, or fur." Erestor added.
"Ohh, furs, look, there's a red fur lined coat!" Glorfindel said, unable to actually point but it didn't matter as we had all seen it anyway.
I walked over to the coat and looked it once up and down, I reached to stroke it and pet it as if it were an animal. "You do know this isn't real fur, right?"
"Pardon?" My mother, oh dear, I forgot about her. Must remember to talk to them in my head, this only ever seemed to be an occasional problem.
"Oh, nothing, just reminding myself about the fur." She gave me a good once over look, I really must be more careful about these things, ever since they dragged me into the school nurses office it's been dangerous. And I've not had any problems for ages. 'It's all this excitement.' I muttered.
"Alright, well, do you like this red one?" She asked.
"Oh, I think it's nice enough, I'm just not sure how practical it is. I mean, can you see /me/ wearing this?" I could hear Glorfindel and Erestor mentally agreeing with me.
Two hours and fifteen shops later, I thought I'd found it. "It's black," I conceded, "Aye, and it's velvet," this from Erestor. Glorfindel seemed to think for a moment before adding, "It's got brown furry bits." So it was decided, the black velvet-y coat with the brown furry bits was ours.
Now, on to shoes...and trousers.
"What do you mean they come in set sizes? People's feet aren't all exactly one thing or the other!" It was the same problem I had faced with clothes.
"Look, they'll be some to fit me that I'll like, eventually, trust me!" I hiss at him in my head.
I looked down at my foot, the shoes resembled the ones I had just taken off, but not falling apart. "I like them"
"Why can't we have shiny ones?" Glorfindel asked.
"Because they get all scuffed, remember, and they pinch." Erestor told him, it was so much easier when I didn't have to explain things.
"How about the lovely, red suede pair?"
"No, they match nothing, they're too bright, the trousers would make them all dull and they're not in our size anyway!"
Listening to them was quite fun, but now I'd decided I wanted these shoes. "I want these ones."
Both of them didn't seem to hear me so I turned to my mother, "I want 'em."
"Finally!" She exclaimed, I hadn't thought it'd been that long, neither had Glorfindel or Erestor else they would have complained. Oh well.
All left to do was to flee this store. Except that didn't happen as I'd hoped.
"Ohh, what is /that/?!" Glorfindel exclaimed as I looked over a group of tops. Should have kept my eyes on the floor.
I stopped and looked to the rack, "Which one?"
Thankfully my mother hadn't stopped and he directed me to a top that was right off the fricking set of some medieval film. "Can we get it? Can we can we can we?"
Erestor seemed to agree with Glorfindel (quite easily to tell as he wasn't telling him to be quiet). "Maybe, hangon, wait, will this keep you quiet for the ride back?"
Glorfindel thought about it for a moment, "I suppose so, I'll make no comments about the music." Phew, it'd be what I wanted for a change...or my mother.
"Mum!" My mother turned and looked at me, "Can I pleeeeease have this top?"
For once my mother just shrugged, "I don't see why not."
Wow, that was uncharacteristically easy. She's up to something.
Now, to say Glorfindel and Erestor agreed with my choice in trousers would be stretching the truth beyond belief. They were called baggies for a reason, a reason Erestor and Glorfindel didn't seem to like.
"But enemies can hear you comming miles off!" Glorfindel protested.
"We're not in your world!"
"Oh but look at these black velvet trousers..." Erestor pleaded.
"Look, we got a black velvet-y coat, no more, what is it with black velvet and you? Glorfindel, does he actually dress in black velvet all the time?"
"Aye, he does, and I wear nothing but close fitting tunics, nothing loose or 'baggy'" Glorfindel answered. This gave me the most blissful mental image I could have ever wanted. Sufficed to say I was rather unresponsive for quite a few moments.
Glorfindel and Erestor arguing in my head brought me back to reality. "It's you, it's got to be something you said."
"Why me?" Glorfindel.
"Because it was you who was talking before she became all glossy eyed. Oh dear." Erestor said, suddenly realising what could have distracted me.
"What?" Asked Glorfindel.
"Nothing!" I finished quickly, "Now come on, lets see if these trousers fit."
"Are you sure they're supposed to be that tight there and that loose there? You've not just got a bad tailor or designer. You see, this is what happens when clothes aren't designed specifically for you..."
"Ok, ok, maybe these are a size too small, but, they /will/ fit, because I want these trousers and these are the last pair." I struggled in vain with them, this was when Erestor suggested something that I really did not enjoy, what girl does?
"Perhaps you need to loose weight?"
*
The car ride home had been far from peaceful, I had to listen to Glorfindel and Erestor throughout it all. Erestor was perhaps not so used to being around females, as he had no idea of his mistake.
"Sara? Come on Sara! Talk to me! What did I do?" Erestor had been at this for quite a few minutes now, it was irritating.
Glorfindel mentally shushed him, "Erestor, you silly elf, you just talked to a female about her weight. A female! And now you are asking what is wrong!"
"What? I do not spend much time around females, my tastes are...not so ordinary."
"Ordinary?! Is there any slander towards us straight elves in that?!" Glorfindel queried.
"Erestor's gay?" I asked, now this was something I didn't know. You'd thought I might have caught on what with his memories. Well, 'Elrond's chief counsellor' indeed.
"Yes," Both elves answered with notes of apprehension in their voices, "There is no problem, is there?" Erestor asked.
"Oh no, but it does make me wonder about your position, 'Elrond's Chief Counsellor' pray tell..."
And that's how the car ride home went.
*