A/N: Well! It certainly took me long enough to sit my happy ass down and
write another chapter for What Did I Do To Deserve This! And as you are all
kicking me for my stupidity, I would just like to say that I'm very
thankful for all the support you guys, the readers, have given me on this
story! Heh. I guess I just didn't have the heart to write for a while
there, what with my getting my G.E.D., and currently my license (going in
two days for the driving test WOOT!), that and stress in trying to find a
job which I'm so far failing with flying colors, and all. Yeah. That pretty
much wraps up how things have been going lately. Ladle a few more thousand
layers of stress-like gravy and you'll understand. Heh. Anywho, enjoy the
chappy!
Disclaimer: Don't own anything from LOTR, but I own myself. And that maroon (more burgundy colored) robe. And other things. But NOTHING from LOTR. Yeah. Moving onwards.
It took Haldir a few days to come down from that pissy Elven rage he had worked himself into. Then again, I was partially to blame for that. Oh, I'm weeping from the guilt. No really, I am. Yup! Sarcasm! Anywho, it was a rainy day and I decided hell, why not take the boys (Elves, if you want to be severely technical about it) to the local mall. Yes, there really is nothing to do in this pathetic town. I could have taken them to Seattle, but I don't think it would be wise to give them pre-mature heart attacks, if they even get them, from the shock of all the nature being demolished by the humans' nifty way of "Economizing". So, mall it is. Movie theaters are out of the question.
I walked up to Haldir, about 30 minutes after my little decision, silently thinking of a way to tell him that they need different clothing without seeming too insulting.
"You need to wear something less Renaissance-Meets-Men-In-Tights, and go for a more modern look, if you don't wish to be mauled by thousands of girlie-fanatics who would kill to have a piece of your clothing." At Haldir's surprised yet slightly frightened look I mentally smacked myself for being so blunt and shrugged it off, continuing, "This is why we are going to the local mall for you two stud muffins to try on some modern clothing. You know, so you don't stick out like a Star Wars Cosplay addict in the middle of a Grecian Ball." Is there such a thing as Grecian balls? Eh. Best not to know.
Of course, Haldir didn't understand half of what I was talking about, but I think he got the general idea of it, for he nodded and got up, motioning for Legolas to join us. The little Mirkwood Prince was by our side in no time, and I had them get into my car, which was out in the driveway. No, I don't carry a purse. Bothersome little buggers, those are. I always seem to forget them whenever I go somewhere. Jeans pockets are my best friends! I took out my keys, unlocked the doors, and opened them for the two extremely tall Elves. Legolas decided to sit in the front seat, while Haldir sat behind him in the back. Just to let you all know, my car is a white 97 four- door Saturn. Very nice car. Hasn't pooped out on me yet! Unfortunately (or fortunately, depending on how you look at it), I had to buckle them both in, and close their doors for them, not forgetting to switch the child- safety lock on inside the doors. Didn't want them opening the doors in a fit of panic while speeding down the road at an ungodly pace, now did we? Yes, that's right, they were my prisoners during the duration of the trip. BWAHAHAHA! Ahem. I got in the car, started it up, turned the radio up full blast and started off towards the mall.
"Here we are!" I exclaimed as we pulled into on of the massive parking lot areas. I made it a point to park next to Mervyn's (the store farthest away from the food court) so we wouldn't draw as much attention. Yeah. Two strangely dressed guys with long hair and pointy ears don't exactly strike me as discreet. I mean sure, we're bound to bring forth stares in our direction, but I always thought the less, the better. Ahem. Yes. Moving on.
We all got out of the car, after much cursing and fighting with the seatbelts from the two M.E. citizens, and made our way into the vacuous hell known as a mall.
Disclaimer: Don't own anything from LOTR, but I own myself. And that maroon (more burgundy colored) robe. And other things. But NOTHING from LOTR. Yeah. Moving onwards.
It took Haldir a few days to come down from that pissy Elven rage he had worked himself into. Then again, I was partially to blame for that. Oh, I'm weeping from the guilt. No really, I am. Yup! Sarcasm! Anywho, it was a rainy day and I decided hell, why not take the boys (Elves, if you want to be severely technical about it) to the local mall. Yes, there really is nothing to do in this pathetic town. I could have taken them to Seattle, but I don't think it would be wise to give them pre-mature heart attacks, if they even get them, from the shock of all the nature being demolished by the humans' nifty way of "Economizing". So, mall it is. Movie theaters are out of the question.
I walked up to Haldir, about 30 minutes after my little decision, silently thinking of a way to tell him that they need different clothing without seeming too insulting.
"You need to wear something less Renaissance-Meets-Men-In-Tights, and go for a more modern look, if you don't wish to be mauled by thousands of girlie-fanatics who would kill to have a piece of your clothing." At Haldir's surprised yet slightly frightened look I mentally smacked myself for being so blunt and shrugged it off, continuing, "This is why we are going to the local mall for you two stud muffins to try on some modern clothing. You know, so you don't stick out like a Star Wars Cosplay addict in the middle of a Grecian Ball." Is there such a thing as Grecian balls? Eh. Best not to know.
Of course, Haldir didn't understand half of what I was talking about, but I think he got the general idea of it, for he nodded and got up, motioning for Legolas to join us. The little Mirkwood Prince was by our side in no time, and I had them get into my car, which was out in the driveway. No, I don't carry a purse. Bothersome little buggers, those are. I always seem to forget them whenever I go somewhere. Jeans pockets are my best friends! I took out my keys, unlocked the doors, and opened them for the two extremely tall Elves. Legolas decided to sit in the front seat, while Haldir sat behind him in the back. Just to let you all know, my car is a white 97 four- door Saturn. Very nice car. Hasn't pooped out on me yet! Unfortunately (or fortunately, depending on how you look at it), I had to buckle them both in, and close their doors for them, not forgetting to switch the child- safety lock on inside the doors. Didn't want them opening the doors in a fit of panic while speeding down the road at an ungodly pace, now did we? Yes, that's right, they were my prisoners during the duration of the trip. BWAHAHAHA! Ahem. I got in the car, started it up, turned the radio up full blast and started off towards the mall.
"Here we are!" I exclaimed as we pulled into on of the massive parking lot areas. I made it a point to park next to Mervyn's (the store farthest away from the food court) so we wouldn't draw as much attention. Yeah. Two strangely dressed guys with long hair and pointy ears don't exactly strike me as discreet. I mean sure, we're bound to bring forth stares in our direction, but I always thought the less, the better. Ahem. Yes. Moving on.
We all got out of the car, after much cursing and fighting with the seatbelts from the two M.E. citizens, and made our way into the vacuous hell known as a mall.