I stretched out on the floor beside the Christmas tree. Claire was on the couch beside me, stretched out. Kipoon was lying on my feet and I was dozing. The only lights that were on were the Christmas tree and it was so peaceful.
Suddenly, Claire spoke. "Angela, if you could wish for anything outrageous, like Legolas, what would you wish for?" Claire's eyes were still closed, her make up still plastered over her face like a mask. Ok, so maybe so it wasn't that thick, but I usually don't ever use dark makeup, or much for that matter. I wiggled my toes underneath Kipoon's thick fur. She softly yipped in indignation. Then I opened my eyes and stared at the ceiling.
"Glorfindel."
She laughed softly and whispered. "Wouldn't it be totally amazing if Glorfindel and Legolas were here for Christmas?"
I smiled and laughed too. "Yeah, Claire. I wish they could come too."
We fell silent. I was nearly asleep when there was a large thump beside me. I sat up, blood rushing to my head and made my head hurt.
"OW." A male voice said, sounding from on the couch. Claire's voice sounded, sounding like thunder in an echoic room, and yet still somewhat muffled.
"You think you're hurt! YOU LANDED ON ME"
I winced at the sudden noise. Then someone touched my foot. My overly-sensitive ticklish foot. On instinct, and nothing else, I lashed out at caught the person's face with my foot.
"Ah!" A low male voice said. I squealed and scrambled up. Kipoon overcame her shock and her guard dog instincts kicked in. She backed up until she could protect me in any way possible, and growled, teeth bared.
A blonde, very cute elf with a bruise on his right cheekbone caught himself, held out his arms and said in a cautious voice, which was an adorable English accent, "Call off your dog, I mean you no harm."
By now I had grabbed my flamberge that I had bought two years ago and held it threateningly.
"And I believe you, bozo? Now, get your buddy off my friend." Ok, so it sounded and looked absolutely ridiculous. Here I was, a five foot eight regular eighteen year old girl, holding a six-foot-two sword threateningly, despite the fact that I was about to drop the twenty pound thing, it was so heavy.
The blonde walked over to the couch and helped his friend, who was also very cute, off Claire. The whole time Kipoon growled menacingly, ready to pounce. Only after they were both backed up against the Christmas tree did I make Kipoon back off. I handed the shorter but stronger Claire the Flamberge and grabbed my smaller and lighter War Sword. The taller one looked over to his fellow blonde and said, "This is your fault"
The shorter one looked indignant, "How so!"
The taller one looked patiently and his buddy, "Because you were the one that said," he turned into an accurate copy of his 'friend,' "'Oh, I wish we were somewhere else. Life gets so boring around here.' Really, around the time when the Valar get bored too, it's just – ah!" Kipoon at ran at him, teeth bared, and he jumped back in order not to get bitten. She was such a tease. Kipoon had never bitten anyone before, and I didn't think she would start now.
The shorter one stepped forward. Claire thrust her Flamberge out threateningly.
"One step further, Blondie, and I promise you won't live to see Christmas Eve."
Of course, it didn't occur to us that they were trained fighters. The taller, and what looked to be the older elf grabbed my wrist and just pulled the sword out of my fingers, then he took my arms in what felt like a vice grip and pulled a coil of rope from his belt. After he was finished, he stuffed a gag in my mouth, and then went after Kipoon. What a meat head. What annoyed me was he moved excruciatingly slow when dealing with me. All he had to do was talk to Kipoon in his weirdo Corellian type dialect. He didn't have to move fast when he worked with me. Of course, he probably knew just by looking at me it had been four years since I had done any fencing.
It took considerably more force to get Claire to settle down. She dealt the shorter man a heavy blow with the handle of her Flamberge, and then waited until he recovered. The short(er) one pulled out some sort of knife. I screamed, and forgot I had a gag in, so it resulted in me starting to choke on the ball of hanky in my mouth. The tall elf looked down at me. I don't think he realized I was choking until my nose started to turn red. So I'm wired funny, at least I didn't end my life because a piece of material was dangling down my throat. Why didn't I? Well, he undid my gag and pulled the material out of my mouth. I was glad I didn't have a cold, otherwise it would be just full of junk.
The elf spoke, "If you don't mind, little human, I would rather you survive the night"
I replied back to him, trying to look as calm as I could, despite nearly choking to death, "As long as your pal doesn't kill Claire." Claire had the short elf in a headlock. Until of course, he grabbed her legs out from under her, sending them both to the floor. Luckily they had thrown their weapons into a corner. Suddenly there was a huge bark. Misty, probably smelling trouble, bounded down the stairs, her tongue hanging out the side of her mouth. The tall elf looked at Kipoon, whom he had tied to the Christmas tree, and then at Misty. Then Misty pounced on the short elf and Claire. The two fighters screamed in shock and surprise at the huge, fluffy dog got caught up in the fight. Suddenly the doorbell rang. Everyone looked towards it. The tall elf looked toward his friend, and they both grabbed their bows. Luckily, the tall elf was in kicking range, and I kicked him a bruiser right on the shin.
"Ow!" He said. The infernal doorbell ding-donged again.
"Untie me you infernal elf! Rouse!" I whispered fiercely. I don't think he would get the quote from Hogan's Heroes, but he did cut me loose. I ran towards the door in my bare feet, sweats and oversized pajama shirt. Thankfully I had kept a camisole on. I arranged my face, so I looked really tired, and my hair was already messy, so I opened the door to a police officer.
I yawned and looked up blearily, "Yes officer?" I yawned. A tall, burley six foot six police officer looked down at me.
"We got a call from disturbed neighbors about your dogs barking. They say someone was screaming too." I put on an innocent face.
"Oh, that was just my two dogs, Misty and Kipoon. They jumped on my bed suddenly and surprised me, and then ran around the house, barking"
"And the screaming?" Man, this guy was pushy.
"I said I was surprised…Oh, and my friend had bit too much coffee this morning, and…well, some jump scenes in movies are a bit too much for her." I said, pretending to be a ditzy girl. Hey, I practically was one, so why not?
He rolled his eyes. "Sorry ma'am. But try to keep your dogs, and your friend, under control next time. Otherwise you and I are going to take a trip downtown"
I put on a huge lip splitting smile. "Alright officer. Remember, I love Pizza Hut!" I said. He turned around and walked down the snowy walk, mumbling to himself. I rolled my eyes and closed the door and then said to the dark wood door, "Don't count on it, Goliath."
Then I turned around. Everyone was looking at me. "What?" I asked.
It turned out that Furrito had crawled up my huge shirt. Since I wasn't paying attention, and he wasn't very heavy, I hadn't noticed. Oh, and everyone was wondering why I called the door 'Goliath.' In fact, the elves wanted to know who Goliath was in the first place. I told them to ask Claire, and went to bed.
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