Disclaimer: Isn't mine……
Author's Note: Soooo sorry about the delay!!! I have an explanation of how I figure out the ages *relative to human years* coming, but right now it escapes me…so I'll post it next chap. Which will be much sooner than 5 or 6 weeks from now! Sorry about the wait!
"You're kidding," Legolas groaned.
"No. He's been transferred to the Southern office."
"I've already been there though!" Legolas shouted. "They sent him here!"
The secretary surveyed him over her glasses. She turned, picked up a file, and scanned it. "It seems he was in the South-Eastern psychiatrist's office. He was transferred to the one in the South."
"What's that's supposed to mean?" Legolas asked, exasperated.
"Look. There are 8 psychiatrist's offices. North, South, East, West, North-West, South-West, South-East and North-East. He's gone from South-East to North-West to South. Got it?"
"Yeah," Legolas sighed.
"Good. Have a nice day...er...evening," The secretary smiled.
"Thanks," Legolas muttered as he sullenly walked out.
Outside he saw Sanaa happily cooking what had delayed them by half an hour.
"Hi!" She smiled happily. "Dinner's almost ready!"
He glared at her.
"Okay...," Sanaa said slowed . "I'll assume Haldir isn't there."
"Yeah," Legolas snapped, "because of that!" He pointed dramatically at the roasting bird of prey.
Sanaa looked from Legolas's finger, to the roasting bird of prey, and back to Legolas's finger. "Huh?" she asked, then added, "Do you want to see the psychiatrist real quick?"
"That bird," he began, ignoring the question, "set us back by half an hour!"
"Yes..."
"Haldir left half an hour ago!" Legolas shouted crazily.
"Oh. Oops," Sanaa said, meekly. "If it's any consolation, I put some herb seasoning on it! It should be really good!" She added.
Legolas glared.
"I've done it before! It really tastes great!" Sanaa tried again.
Legolas glared more.
"We'll find him at the next psychiatrist's office! I'm sure!"
Legolas continued to glare. He found himself wishing that glaring was a sport. He must be quite good at it by now.
Sanaa sighed. "Alright. If you aren't hungry enough to talk, you can eat lembas. I'm having bird of prey with herb seasonings."
Legolas tried to glare fiercely, but his stomach protested. "Eh...!" he began.
Sanaa smiled. "I thought so."
She took the bird of prey and cut a slice off. It was done to near perfection. Legolas could feel him mouth watering and was very glad that he would not be eating lembas. Sanaa handed him some pieces of bird of prey on a wooden plate.
"Where did you get plates?"
"Er...," Sanaa began, but was attacked by a sudden coughing fit that sounded strangely like 'Psychiatrist's kitchen...psychiatrist's kitchen...'.
Legolas ignored it, then asked, "And the knife?"
"Oh that. I carry it around," Sanaa said after the fit finished.
This scared Legolas slightly, but he brushed it off after realizing he always had his bow if she attacked during the night.
"So you can shoot an arrow, you cook, and you carry a know?"
"And garden and sew."
"Wow."
"Yup."
Legolas paused and added, "Oh, and don't think I'm talking to you at all of anything for fun. I'm just doing it because I'm hungry. I'm still mad that this delicious bird of prey set us back by half an hour."
"Oh, okay," Sanaa smiled.
They lapsed into a slightly more comfortable silence.
