Chapter 4
"So, what's it like to be a prince? Any perks?" I said after another long period of silence. There's gotta be a way to get this dude to talk more.
"What do you mean perks?"
"Like... things you get cause you're royal.. Or things you can do. That kinda thing."
"Well Miss Emily..." he started before he was interrupted by 4 black nasty looking things jumped out in front of us. Well then Leggy went nuts shooting the hell out of them with his arrows.
"HOLY CRAP WHAT ARE THOSE!?!?" I said after they were all dead.
"Those are orcs. See why I couldn't leave you now? Miss Emily? Hello?" He said turning back looking at me. In shock would be a good term for what I was. "Are you alright my lady?" Well that woke me up.
"Those things are icky.. And gross.. And scary. I'm starting to believe you about this whole Middle Earth thing, cause I know for sure there aren't any of those things where I came from..."
"So do you believe me about being an elf?" He said as we started riding again. Again with the elf thing. I knew this guy was crazy.
"If you're an elf, I'm the Queen of England." I said meaning to be a sarcastic remark. But no, this dude takes everything seriously.
"You're a Queen? I've never heard of this England place before, and you're not dressed as a queen should, Miss Emily."
"No... That was sarcasm. You should learn it. Then maybe you wouldn't be so dang uptight all the time."
"What is sarcasm?" He asked as we came to a creek. "We'll stop here for the night."
"Never mind what sarcasm is, you wouldn't understand." I said getting rather annoyed. I really don't understand this guy. Thinks Santa is an evil ally to some weird Sauron dude, and keeps bringing up some ring. Maybe his dad used to own a jewelry store, and got robbed by a guy in a Santa costume. That would explain a lot... "Do you have any other clothes? Cause I'm kinda not exactly dressed for this little camping trip."
"So, what's it like to be a prince? Any perks?" I said after another long period of silence. There's gotta be a way to get this dude to talk more.
"What do you mean perks?"
"Like... things you get cause you're royal.. Or things you can do. That kinda thing."
"Well Miss Emily..." he started before he was interrupted by 4 black nasty looking things jumped out in front of us. Well then Leggy went nuts shooting the hell out of them with his arrows.
"HOLY CRAP WHAT ARE THOSE!?!?" I said after they were all dead.
"Those are orcs. See why I couldn't leave you now? Miss Emily? Hello?" He said turning back looking at me. In shock would be a good term for what I was. "Are you alright my lady?" Well that woke me up.
"Those things are icky.. And gross.. And scary. I'm starting to believe you about this whole Middle Earth thing, cause I know for sure there aren't any of those things where I came from..."
"So do you believe me about being an elf?" He said as we started riding again. Again with the elf thing. I knew this guy was crazy.
"If you're an elf, I'm the Queen of England." I said meaning to be a sarcastic remark. But no, this dude takes everything seriously.
"You're a Queen? I've never heard of this England place before, and you're not dressed as a queen should, Miss Emily."
"No... That was sarcasm. You should learn it. Then maybe you wouldn't be so dang uptight all the time."
"What is sarcasm?" He asked as we came to a creek. "We'll stop here for the night."
"Never mind what sarcasm is, you wouldn't understand." I said getting rather annoyed. I really don't understand this guy. Thinks Santa is an evil ally to some weird Sauron dude, and keeps bringing up some ring. Maybe his dad used to own a jewelry store, and got robbed by a guy in a Santa costume. That would explain a lot... "Do you have any other clothes? Cause I'm kinda not exactly dressed for this little camping trip."