*flash back*
We dropped off Devon with out a word, although she was smirking and I think had totally forgotten (for now) that he had just told Clint everything. Legolas had officially (in my mind), established himself as a Pollo del Diablo. (Devil Chicken)
*end flash back*
After we arrived home Legolas and I were silent for along time. I had no idea what he was thinking, but I admit that my own thoughts... do not need to be repeated here.
We sat across from each other glaring; both of us incredibly tense, but trying to hide it by assuming a relaxed position in our chairs. Finally, after a VERY long while of this, I sighed and cast my gaze aside. "Come on, let's just forget about this whole thing. She'd have ended up telling him anyway, one way or another. Let's just… go have some fun." Legolas' eyes widened and he practically sprang up from his chair.
I laughed out loud. "No, No. No art classes or laundry shoots or hair dye jobs or manicures. Unless, of course, being an elf, you WANT a manicure." He looked at me pointedly, obviously confused as to what a manicure was but slightly unwilling to know. I stifled my laughter. "Lasto Lilath Nin!" [Listen to my laughter!] I whispered, grinning. He smiled slightly at the use of his own language, but then his face hardened and he glared at me warily. I laughed.
Suddenly, I came up with a brilliant idea. I stood up and grabbed Legolas' wrist. "Come on! Let's go to the park!" Legolas brightened, the name must have sounded somewhat safe to him, before asking exactly what a park was. I dragged him out the door, grinning. "You'll see. You won't regret this." Little did I know, both of us would. Desperately.
* * *
"Oh, gosh!" I cried when we got outside. "Look, I'm sorry Legolas, but you can't take your bow and arrow." He drew back from me with an expression he might assume if I had just told him to kill his best friend. "I'm sorry," I said, staring warily at him. "but there are police there!" I earned myself a heavy stare. "Er… guards. You'd get in BIG trouble. Come on back inside and unload all your weapons."
Legolas looked like he was as close to pouting as an Elf could be, but he reluctantly went inside with me. When we went into the kitchen my mom adamantly agreed with me. Legolas sighed but slowly, lovingly, put his bow and quiver on the table. He then looked up, annoyed, and expectant. I glared at him.
He glared at me hard. Then with a quick flipping movement his twin knives suddenly appeared on the table. Then he took a diamond hilt dagger from his belt followed by an ornate throwing knife from hidden sleeve in his arm, and the same from the other arm. Then a hidden (I guess emergency) arrow.
Mom and I stared in amazement as the lethal weapons piled up on the tabletop. I coughed somewhat nervously. "Some paranoid Elf!" I said under my breath. Legolas turned to me with an eyebrow raised.
"Such is needed to keep oneself alive in Middle Earth." I opened my mouth and closed it again. Mom nodded understandingly, although her eyes were wary. She turned away to cut onions, and I looked out the window, trying to figure out what he was going to wear. I decided I would let Legolas wear his Middle Earth clothes. There was always something strange to see at the park, and it looked like he would just have to be it. Besides, his Target clothes were in the wash.
We lived in the middle of downtown and there was an inner city park only about 10 blocks away, so Legolas and I had pleasant stroll down the streets; not one absent of stares and pointed fingers, mind you. We arrived at the park that stood in such contrast against all the modern buildings and atmosphere. Finally, the faintest of smiles crept onto the Elf's face and he walked over to a tree.
With a sigh, he placed his hand gently on its trunk and closed his eyes. He smiled, a true smile, one that probably would have struck me dead then and there if I hadn't been so curious. "The trees are not too different from the ones I know," he said softly, "they still speak." I smiled and walked over to a bench and sat down to watch all of the little kids play.
Legolas wandered from tree to tree, sometimes speaking quietly in his own language. His perfect face twisted in concern for a few that seemed slightly sickly, but each tree seemed to brighten at his touch. I figured he would be okay for a while, so my thoughts wandered and I turned once again to the problem of getting him back to where he belonged.
I figured this was the park that he had arrived at, but there was no sign of a portal or anything around. I got up and began looking around, trying to look nonchalant. There was definitely no evidence of anything, no clue that would help me find him a way home. I collapsed on the grass in defeat, then looked up to try to locate Legolas. The sight that met my eyes made me want to laugh, cry and scream. I merely stared in disbelief.
Legolas was trying gently, but firmly, to pry the hands of a four or five year old from the hilt of his dagger that he had -- against my orders -- stuck in his boot. Finally Legolas shook his foot a couple times, trying to fling the kid off of himself. The boy detached immediately, but with Legolas' dagger in hand. Legolas quickly snatched the weapon away and took a couple steps back. Being the spoiled thing that a toddler is, he began to wail. Not cry, but WAIL, a sound that could rival any of that that a harpy or banshee could make.
I watched all of this in utter, stunned silence, and was about to go to Legolas' aid, when a curly-haired, rather plump middle-aged lady came bounding up to where the child sat. Of course, the scene that met her eyes was her son sitting, bawling, under the shadow of a very tall, slim, muscular looking 'man' who had a dagger drawn out in front of him. The lady shrieked, (if it was possible) shriller than her son, and scooped him up before backing away. After placing a few hysterical kisses on the back of the boy's neck she screamed, "POLICE!!!"
Out of nowhere, a cop who had been patrolling the park ran up to where the startled mother and son were, and immediately drank in the look of the situation, as the mother had. The cop pulled a gun and yelled for Legolas to drop the weapon. Looking very confused and just as upset as the mother and son, he turned to face the man that was screaming at him. Not daring to loose his weapon (and knowing nothing of guns) he merely held his dagger in a defensive stance.
"DROP IT, AND NO ONE WILL GET HURT!"
"LEGOLAS!!!" I yelled, "Trust me, just listen to him!" Legolas gave me a hurried glance. "JUST DO IT!" I pleaded. Legolas, after a moment's hesitation, dropped his dagger and it fell to the grass with a soft thump. I picked it up before the police officer could, and luckily he didn't seem to notice. His eyes were trained on Legolas, and the latter was looking equally as wary.
"All right, man, what's going on here." The officer asked sternly. Legolas looked puzzled, for moment, then angry. I was about to intervene, but he cut me off.
"I am no man!" he said angrily. "Anyone should be able to tell that."
The cop looked surprised, then his features appeared calmer. "Oh, so I suppose your a woman?"
Legolas snorted. "Of course not! I am Legolas, a proud Elf of Mirkwood." I now knew how Jack Sparrow felt when Will told Barbossa who he was. This conversation could only get worse.
The officer made an 'oh' face. "Ah I see. But why aren't you up north with Santa Clause?"
Legolas stared at him. "With who?" I stared at him in total disgust. For all his Elvish senses and ' wisdom,' Legolas obviously had not figured out Elves weren't a common thing on earth.
"You know, Santa Clause." The cop began again. "Long white beard, big jolly laugh, kids love him..."
Legolas face brightened and I tensed, knowing that look all to well. "Oh, you mean Mithrandir!" I clapped a hand over my mouth to keep from screaming, then dropped my head and began massaging my temples. I didn't even look up when the officer spoke.
"Oh, that's what you call him. Well, boy, I'm gonna have to take you to our offices for questioning."
Legolas cocked his head, then looked at me inquisitively. I didn't have to look up to know. I clutched the roots of my hair to keep from strangling him. "Go with him, Steven, trust me. I'll meet you down there." Legolas looked puzzled but followed the officer reluctantly. I sat on the ground a few more minutes before jumping up and running to a payphone.
"Hello?" Mom's voice said.
"Mom, get down here now."
She sighed. "What has the stupid Elf done now?"
I grimaced. "Oh nothing, EXCEPT GET HIMSELF ARRESTED!"
"What?!?!" Mom yelped and I heard something crash in the background. "I'll be there in 2 minutes."
* * *
Mom picked me up in rather frantic haste and we drove the few blocks to the police station. We hurried inside, just in time to hear the interrogation. Mom and I listened quietly, watching through a one-way window. Once again the Famous Elvish Wisdom had fallen short of Legolas.
"Name?"
"Legolas Greenleaf of the Woodland Realm."
I could see the cop's eyebrows rising, but he dutifully wrote it down on his notepad. "Occupation?"
Legolas cocked his head. "What is an occupation?"
The other police officer in the room stared incredulously at Legolas, who stared back innocently. The first cop sighed. "It's your job, the work you do."
"I am a warrior, if that is what you mean."
The cop, whose badge read "Officer Peterson", nodded and he stared at Legolas warily. They thought this guy was crazy! I grinned slightly. Maybe he was. "So is that why you had that dagger over that little kid?"
"I had no intention of harming that child; orc descent though he may be," Legolas said angrily. "I was merely trying to retrieve my dagger. It was given to me by my father and I did not want it to be lost to the hands of a mere boy."
The officer wrote all this down. "And where is the dagger now?"
Legolas shook his head mournfully. "I shall probably never see it again. Kara picked it up. No doubt she'll throw it down that... laundry shoot."
Both officers stared at him, and I snickered as I shifted my book bag, which held the dagger. "We'll get to...Kara later. Where do you live?"
"Well, right now I am living in the guest room at Kara's house. But my true home is Woodland Realm of Mirkwood, in Middle Earth."
Officer Peterson was about to speak, but the second cop cut him off. "Now I know where I've seen you before! My daughter has a poster of you at home! You're that actor guy, Orli or something like that!"
Legolas stared at him. "Orli?" He finally asked incredulously. "Who is Orli?" I clasped my head in my hands. Mom looked like she was suppressing laughter as I sighed deeply.
"I don't think this is him," Officer Peterson said grimly. "Perhaps some.... lunatic impersonator."
The other man's eyes widened. "Well, we'll have to lock him up until we can figure out what to do with him, or someone comes to bail for him."
Peterson nodded. "Alright Mr...." He looked down at his notes, "Mr. Greenleaf, come with me."
He led Legolas from the room and down some stairs. Mom and I heard the clang of a cell door, and then Legolas' voice protesting profoundly. When the officer made no reply to his angry stream of words, Legolas switched to Elvish. I could practically hear Officer Peterson's incredulous stare. I do admit I caught a few phrases that would have made my ears turn red, if I weren't so depressed.
Then the cop came back up the stairs and saw us standing there. "You know that guy?" He asked. I was very tempted to say no, that I had never seen him before, but thought better of it and nodded my head spitefully.
"Well, you can bail him for $150, but I know I wouldn't." Mom almost gasped at the price, but I stopped her and smiled at the cop.
Then a rush of footsteps and hard breathing came from the stairway. Of all things to happen, it was Devon that sprinted down them. She stopped in front of us and leaned over panting. "I- I got here… as soon as… I could!" she said between gasps.
"What are you doing here?" I groaned.
She smiled sheepishly. "Well, the first day I saw him I gave him my phone number and he… I guess stuck it in his pocket…"
"Oh no," I sighed, "The police found it and called you." She made no reply, just shuffled her feet and stared at the floor.
"Excuse me?" The cop broke in.
"…Yes," I said, recovering strength to my voice, "Could we speak to him for a moment? Please?"
The cop nodded. "Sure. Whatever." He led us down the stairs and through some hallways until we cam to row of cells. Most of them were empty, and the few occupants looked like they were trying to ignore the seething Elf in the far corner cell. "10 minutes." The cop said, then stalked back upstairs, with Legolas still spitting Elven phrases at him.
I was about to lash out at Legolas, and Mom looked like she was about to do the same. Then the most unexpected thing imaginable happened. We were all shocked into utter silence.
What will happen next? What could possibly shock an angry elf into silence? Find out next time, on Hour of Our Meeting 11!
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