Chapter 4

"Tami...? Are you all right?"

He asked me, closing his eyes into slits.

"Never better!" I said, smiling.

"Why are you here?" I asked him then, trying to sound casual.

"I promised mom that Id check on you...are you sure every things ok?"

I nodded and started closing the door.

"Hey! Why you doing that?" He pushed the door all the way open. I tried pushing it shut again, but Erik just opened it again. And so we got into a game we hadn't played together since I was very little. Erik being 25 made it a little harder, though.

"OK, OK! You win. Come on in." I reluctantly opened the door all the way. Smiling, Erik ruffled my hair and waltzed into the kitchen.

"You got any food?"

"Nun for you." I answered. Whatever food I had I needed to save for Legolas and me until we got to the supermarket.

"I bet you can find something. I just drove 30 minutes to see you! You sure you can't find anything?"

He eyed the junk that had fallen out of the cupboard.

"Perfect!"

he held up a box of cake mix.

"I command of you! Make me cake!"

I rolled my eyes and took the mix from his hand. "Alright, alright. Go watch TV and I'll make a cake. But first I have to.... go use the bathroom."

He looked at me strangely but thankfully walked into the living room without further question. Sighing in relief, I walked to the hallway. Going In to the bathroom and closing the door, I found Legolas sitting on the sink.

"May I come out now?" he whispered. I shook my head. "Its my brother. He's here, and for reasons I will explain about later I cannot let him see you. Now please, stay quiet and stay in here until he leaves, ok?"

He looked sad but nodded. "Please do make haste." I smiled encouragingly and walked out.

I didn't tell him that I was going to have to make a cake and then wait for it to bake before he could come out.

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"What are you watching, anyway?"

I asked Erik from the kitchen. It was now 10:17 and Legolas had been stuck in the bathroom for an hour. How he was surviving, I had no clue.

I had finished the cake 15 minutes ago, but Erik had bullied me into making him more food while the cake was cooling. Well, not bullied exactly, but you get the idea.

"Riplies Believe it or Not—why do you ask?"

I shrugged. "Just wondering. Hey, how much cheese do you want in your Macaroni?"

Even when we where younger I make his food. Erik was good at a lot of things, but cooking wasn't one of them.

Actually, nun of my siblings where good at house related stuff. I had four siblings to be exact:

Two sisters and two brothers. All older. Since our parents had to work, we usually had to care for ourselves. You'd think one of my sisters would have been the motherly type, but that's not how it was. I cooked the food, cleaned the house, watered the flowers, stuff like that. It wasn't like I had to do it, but I didn't mind, and it helped a lot.

"Just empty the whole packet on it."

I stared at him. "The whole packet? Are you serious?"

Just then the worst possible thing happened.

The toilet flushed.

Erik looked at me for a minute and then ran to the hall.

"Erik! Stop! I'll check, it's probably.... One of the cats!"

He stopped and stared at me. "You think a cat flushed the toilet?"

I thought quickly. "Don't worry about it, I'll check. Go back and relax, ok?"

He looked at me for a minute.

"Tell me that you're not hiding something."

I looked down.

"Tami!"

"I'm not hiding anything."

"Say it while looking at me."

I looked at him.

"I'm not hiding anyone."

He stared at me and then shook his head.

"You where always a terrible liar. Tami, you're hiding someone, and you'd better hope I don't find a him, 'cause if I do--"

"Erik, how could you even think that? Why would I hide a guy? I don't even know any guys who would be willing to let me hide them!"

Erik was still heading for the bathroom. I couldn't stop him.

He would find Legolas, and I would never hear the end of it.

It could be worse, of course. He could have been a Legolas freak, and then he might have realized who it was. Actually, that might have been better; then he might have actually believed that I didn't really do anything wrong, and he would surely look past the fact that I wasn't supposed have any male species over, no matter what.

Erik tore open the door. I winced.

"If anyone is in here, you might want to come out if you know what's good for you."

I winced again. Why was he being so mean?

But then I thought, why hadn't he seen Legolas yet? I peeked my head in the bathroom.

Surprisingly, Legolas wasn't there. I raised my eyebrow but soon stopped when Erik turned to look at me.

"I swear...what where they thinking when they left you alone?"

I felt like retorting to that comment, because I was just as reliable as anyone else in our family.

But then again, was that a good thing?

Erik walked over to the shower and pulled the curtain back a little. At the same time, he actually got in the shower. To my horror, the second he got in the shower, Legolas stepped out on the opposite side. My eyes grew huge as I watched him look at me with a, what- the-beeeeep-is-going-on-? Look on his face.

What was I supposed to do, tell him?

Erik started coming out and, just in time, Legolas stepped back in the shower.

'How the hay did he just pull that off?'

"And did you find anyone?" I asked Erik, a smooth look on my face. At least, what I hoped was a smooth look on my face. He just shook his head at me and said,

"You just wait."

I worried for a minute that he would stay here all afternoon, but he grabbed his trench coat and walked to the door.

"If you have someone hiding, you better tell me now, Tami. I mean it."

I remained silent and he shook his head.

"I love you. Stay safe." He kissed the top of my head and then was gone out the door.

I stared out at the driveway. It began to rain. Sighing, I walked back to the bathroom.

"You can come out now." Legolas nodded and slowly walked out of the bathroom and followed me into the kitchen.

"Who was..." He was about to ask me, but the look on my face told him not to.

I don't know exactly why I felt so down, but it probably had something to do with lying to my brother. I mean, he's my brother. He was just worried.

I sighed and started eating the macaroni without even putting the cheese on it.

"What is that?" Legolas asked me, pointing to the cake.

"Its cake. You want some?"

He frowned and poked at it.

"Haven't you even seen cake before?"

Legolas shook his head and I raised my eyebrow.

"Ok, sure, why not—lets have you taste cake. Here."

I cut him a piece. He ate a little and smiled. "It is good."

I smiled at him and went back to my macaroni. He ate the whole piece, and then he ate another. It was funny how much he liked it—I never much liked lemon cake.

After eating I told him I wanted to take a nap and he agreed that that was a good idea, seeing that when he had told me to take one earlier I had ignored him. I really was tired.

And plus, if Legolas was a dream, I couldn't go to sleep, right? I wasn't sure if that was a good thing, but I didn't think much about it.

I was lying in my bed a little later in that half asleep half awake stage when I heard Legolas make an agonizing noise from the kitchen. Worried and curious, I got out of bed and walked to the living room.

"What's wro—aaaaaaah!!!"

I screamed when I saw him. Legolas was covered in what looked like chicken pox and an allergic reaction mixed together.

"What did you do?" I asked him frantically. He looked like a little kid who was totally lost and a little scared, too.

"I...I don't know. I think it was the cake."

I stared at him. He looked delusional.

"I need to get you to an emergency room. Come on, you look really sick."

I grabbed my raincoat and walked him to the car as fast as I could.

"What is that?" he asked in a high voice, pointing to the car.

"Nothing—its...uh...like a horse. Do me a favor, don't ask and just get in, ok?"

I shoved him into the back seat and jumped into the driver's side. I wasn't really supposed to drive without an adult who had a drivers license, but what would you do, let Legolas suffer or break the law?

I don't know about you, but I sure wouldn't want Legolas to get incredibly sick because I asked him to try one stupid piece of cake.

"Where are we going? Am I going to be alright?" He kept asking, going back and forth from sounding high to being the normal, worried Legolas that he was.

"Where going to the emergency room. Don't worry, your going to be ok. It was just an allergic reaction, that's all." I was glad I sounded so sure of myself.

How the heck was I going to explain his clothes? I myself was still in my PJs. I shook my head. Why did this have to happen?

"Legolas? Are you still with me? Stay in there, its going to be alright." There was no answer and I turned around. Legolas had passed out.

"Oh no!" I felt more like saying oh god, but I didn't like using gods name in vain. But at this point, I didn't really care either way.

"Wake up! Its going to be ok...its going to be ok..." I kept repeating to myself. I had long since taken my eyes off Legolas, seeing that I needed to watch the road and try to find the emergency room. There in front of me was a large sign that read:

Charlotte Emergency Hospital

In bold letters. I thanked the heavens and pulled up.

Getting him out of the car was harder than I thought, but I was able to wake him up enough so he could lean on me. We got to the reception desk and the lady behind the counter stared at us.

"May I help you...?"

"Me and my friend where at a costume party when he got really sick. I think it's an allergic reaction. Can you help me?" The lady nodded and got someone to get one of those bed-like things you push. The man helped me lift Legolas up onto it and then asked me a few questions.

"He ate two pieces of Lemon cake and a few raisons, but that's it. Do you know what you'll have to do?"

He told me that Legolas was going to need a few shots and a lot of rest but other than that he was going to be fine. I nodded and followed them into a little room.

The walls had pictures of kittens and puppies and bright happy posters taped everywhere.

"Sorry about the room, it's the only vacant one right now. What did you say your boy friends name was?"

I was torn between correcting him about the boyfriend thing and coming up with a good name.

"His name is Wil. And he's not my--"

"Wil, this is an injection that will get rid of any infections or allergic reactions you reacted to. Be sure not to eat any cake for a while."

But 'Wil' was still passed out.

"Should I take him home?" I asked the nurse who had just walked in and was giving him the injection. I didn't know if it was really bad or if it just seemed that way to me.

" it's probably just an allergic reaction, but just in case he should stay here till he wakes up." I nodded and watched her give him a shot. For a second he opened his eyes and looked at me, right when she gave him another shot. I winced.

"You ok?" I whispered, but he didn't answer. He just closed his eyes again.

"Sarah, get this guy to a bed where he can rest, ok? Unlike most allergic reactions, it looks like he was attacked everywhere."

I sighed and followed the nurse to the room.

"Can I stay here?" I asked her. She nodded.

"Just let him get some sleep. I'll be along with some paperwork in a minute."

I thanked her and sat down on a chair. Poor Legolas. He had just been in our world for one day, and this had to happen. I hoped he wouldn't hate me for it.

'What the heck was in lemon cake that did this?'

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I'm so happy--its soooo long! (Hugs self)

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