Jade Limill: To be honest, I don't know… I'm actually playing with several different ideas. I'm writing this story as I go along…it's not prewritten or planned out. (I find I write better when I have no clue what's going to happen) Thank you for reviewing my story AGAIN! You are considered a devoted fan now… WHOOO!
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'Sweet mother of God… I just THREW UP ON HIM!' Those were my immediate thoughts right after the incident. He was too shocked to move…
"Umm…Sorry." I said in a small voice while blushing. I tried to get up without getting any of the mess on me. All Haldir did was nod slowly.
"I think I will need more than a wet cloth to clean this up." He said quietly.
"Yeah…here, you can shower. That's probably the only way to ensure you get ALL the grossness off you…" I readied the water and showed him the various soaps and stuff to clean him off. "Just, um hand me your clothes through the door and I'll was h them for you. We're going to have to go shopping for clothing later…"
He immediately began stripping down and I had to hurry out of the bathroom, lest I see something I really didn't want to…. A few seconds later, a bundle of clothing was being handed to me through the slightly open door, I grabbed it and put it in the laundry chute.
What had caused me to pass out? Yeah, there was that rushing sound… and the freaky voice, but was that really enough to make me faint? And WHAT WAS that voice all about? It sounded as if it was trying to talk to me, but what ass-backwards language was that? It sounded like REALLY mangled English… and the cold…it was awful… I felt drenched in shadowy blackness…and there was another feeling… Vulnerability. I felt 'out-there' as if I was in danger…
I shook my head, 'Okay, Anita, you are going to stop thinking about it now. Happy thoughts!'
I sat at the kitchen table, listening to the sound of the shower in my bathroom. 'Haldir should be done soon.' I thought, as I slowly made my way to the bathroom. Sure enough, when only a few steps away from the door I heard the water shut off. I did something rather stupid then…I knocked once and the proceeded into the room without waiting for a reply.
I was rewarded with a full frontal view of Haldir as he stepped out of the shower…
I gasped and quickly turned around, shielding my eyes with my arm, "OH MY GOD! Haldir, I am SO SORRY! I assumed you had gotten a towel…"
I was surprised to hear him quietly chuckling behind me. "'Tis nothing, fair maiden…it is only a body, there is nothing to be ashamed of or sorry for. You can turn around now, for I am a bit more decent."
I took a peek before turning fully around. Haldir was wrapped in a black towel, with all traces of puke and blood gone.
"Do you feel better now that you're clean?" I asked.
He nodded, "I was not expecting you to vomit…had I known that I was going to give you that kind of reaction I would not have seized you before you hit the ground."
"It wasn't you that made me throw up… It was the passing out-ness stuff…I don't know…" I stared at him…from the face up mind you…I didn't want to see anything else…ever…
"Y-You need clothes…. Clothes yes… clothes are good…" I was rambling, trying to change the subject as quickly as possible. I hurried into my bedroom looking for something that might fit Haldir…I was lucky to find a pair of biking shorts and a large T-shirt that looked like they would fit him, though he would probably look REALLY super feminine.
My suspicions were confirmed when he put the outfit on… it fit him, but made him look… girly… and the fact that he had long, blonde hair didn't help him…
"Okay, are you ready to come with me and buy you some clothing?" I asked.
He nodded silently, and pulled his boots on… good thing those didn't get messed up, I certainly didn't have any shoes to fit him… and when he was finally ready to go (after checking himself in the mirror, AGAIN, and combing his hair) we set off out of my building, and into the melting pot of our country.
Haldir reacted better than I would have expected, sure he had some problems on the subway (He got stuck in the turnstile, fell over when it started, and he stared at a transvestite far too long.) But other than that, he was fine…he walked right next to me, and only questioned a few things we passed. Though he did get a little scared when it was time to cross the street and a taxi nearly hit him (unlike a regular New Yorker, who would've flicked the driver off, he just stopped and stared at the driver) I had to pull him across the remainder of the busy street.
By the time we got to Macy's, Haldir was officially freaked out (a guy had hit on him while I was getting money from an ATM…and I'm not too sure the guy was gay…if you know what I mean…) so he was relieved to see us get to our destination.
When we got inside, I immediately led him over to the men's wear, and told him, "Go wild."
He stared at me for a moment, at loss as to what to do. I sighed. 'Wow…we really need to get him all modern-fied.' I showed him separate pieces of clothing, asking him whether or not he liked them… at first he was wary, but he began to loosen up as time went on. He even began to pick out things for himself, and I found he actually had a good taste in clothing…for an Elf who nothing of the modern world that is.
After spending a good amount of time browsing and trying on casual and formal outfits, Haldir found something that piqued his interest even more than the mirror, but it wasn't in the men's section. He saw it as we were about to go pay; it was in the women's section. The moment he saw it, he ran up to it. 'IT' being a beautiful dark red, floor length, silk dress. I had to admit…it was probably every woman's dream to own a dress like that.
"Try it on." Haldir said.
I shook my head, "No. We are here for YOU. Not me. And besides, I would never wear it. I don't have any 'formal type gatherings' to go to in the next six years. Come on." I began to walk toward the register lady.
"Please try it on, Anita"
I stopped in my tracks. That was the first time he ever used my name. Okay, sure, we barely knew each other, but he had never used my name at any time. Therefore, due to the 'shock factor' I was obligated to try on the dress…though I wasn't complaining.
I handed Haldir his not-yet-purchased clothing, and grabbed the dress. There was only one there… I didn't have much choice. 'Please, let it fit me!' I thought.
Well, this time was no different than any other time I had ever been shopping. The thing I want most of all NEVER FITS!
"Are you finished putting it on? May I see?" I heard him say through the dressing room door.
"Don't bother, it's too big around the waist and boob area."
There was silence, and then I heard his voice again, "I would still like to see it."
I sighed, opened the door and was met with Haldir's critical gaze. He stared at me in the dress for a moment and then said simply, "It looks very lovely on you."
I tried to keep myself from blushing…but did not succeed. "It's too bug." Pointed to the gap between my chest and the dress, and the waistline that was a little loose, and the fact that the dress was sleeveless didn't help any. "See? I can't get it… It's a two sizes too big…if it was a three, then maybe we could talk."
"We are talking."
"It's a figure of speech meaning 'if it fit I might have gotten it.' I said while walking back in the dressing room. I quickly pulled off the dress and pulled ON my own clothing. 'Man, I really liked that dress.' I thought as I returned it to the rack… Haldir looked at it for a few more seconds before following me to the register.
I don't know how it happened, but on the way home, we actually had a normal conversation. Not one where I was explaining things to him, a normal every day conversation about my job. He wanted to know where I got the money to pay for everything, I told him my job pays amazingly well and that I get free stuff all the time, so it wasn't a big deal. He then went on to explain about his job as March Warden. So it was no surprise that we found ourselves in my apartment in what seemed like a few moments.
I shoved his clothes into his arms. "Here, put these in your room, follow me." I led him into the hallway, past my room, and into the second biggest bedroom in the apartment. He slowly looked around, taking in what was to be his new room for an indefinite amount of time.
Even though the room wasn't masculine, it wasn't feminine. It was just a normal. Stark white walls with black, polished furniture…much like my room. I had hung a few artsy prints that I got a gallery in Manhattan, they were scattered about the walls to bring some color into the room.
"So…erm…here you are. Your new room! There are hangers in the closet, and the drawers are empty. I'll run to the food store and get you toiletries and stuff later… I'm going to take a nap. Have fun."
I left, closing the door behind me. Okay, maybe I should've stayed to help him…but… he's a smart Elf, right? He can figure things out for himself! I just prayed to God that he didn't FOLD his new formal suit. Then I would HAVE TO kill him with his own bow and arrow.
Err…. I had writers block for this chapter, so it came out really boring-like…I'm writing this as I go along, I have the basic concept down…just not all the filler details and where everything will go. SO! Good, bad, twitches, Ugly? REVIEW! Those that do shall get…. ummm…. A book of Elf names for babies! YAY! Nicked it RIGHT from Middle Earth!