I didn't get five reviews but I go two that were pure quality and they made me sure I should just write it.

So, here we go with the second chapter. Have fun and I'd love some feedback!

Chapter Two

Rocheru turned at the sound of cloths falling to the floor. He looked at them briefly, raising his gaze to Thran. He frowned a bit, fearing the shocked expression on the man's face. Silence between them felt heavy and Rocheru twitched uncomfortably.

"Is… is something wrong?" He asked unsteadily. But Thran only shook his head in response and bowed to grab up the clothes.

"Here, wear it." He said, putting t-shirt, jeans and some old underwear next to him.

It looked strange for some reason yet he didn't know why. From what he saw everyone around wore similar things so it was probably normal. He picked up the shirt and put it on.

"Turn it over, this is the wrong side... sorry." Thran's voice interrupted him.

"No, it's okay." He said quickly, pulling it off and doing as he was told. He felt ashamed for lacking the knowledge but it was only another of thing that bothered him since he woke up. He was lost. He had no idea who he was apart from his name and race. And the name… it had its meaning and he felt he knew it but every time he tried to reach for it, it somehow slipped from his mind.

Felling Thran's gaze, he tried to hurry with clothes. Peeking at him slightly for leads, he put the rest on hoping it was acceptable. It wasn't all that comfortable though.

"Well… are you hungry or…"

"Yes." He said sincerely, only now realising that his stomach ached in that specific way. Why didn't he notice that earlier? Maybe because of the cold and shivers? Now that he was inside this strange house, he felt warm again and it was a very pleasant feeling.

Apparently that wasn't an answer that Thran expected because he pouted a bit and rolled his eyes, seemingly irritated. He turned to the other part of the room and opened white door of a very big cupboard.

"There isn't much… eggs, some three days old bread, yesterday's pizza… yeah, you can have this." He turned back to Rocheru with a plate full of strange looking, bread-like thing.

"Thank you…" He said, accepting whatever it was gratefully. He smelled it furtively though. He didn't mean to offend Thran in any way but this food looked just so… strange. But again, he had no idea why he felt this way. He didn't remember anything else he might have eaten before, right? But it felt like… like there was something, hidden in his mind, something that was trying to tell him all that around him wasn't what he was used to. It was just a distant feeling but it was nagging him all the time.

But the smell was fine and so seconds later he sat down on the couch and ate quickly everything he was given. Though cold, it was actually pretty tasty. When finished, stood up and wanted to clean his plate but Thran took it from his hands without a word and put in a special cupboard under the sink. It seemed a bit strange for Rocheru, to put all the dirty plates in one cupboard instead of simply washing them in the sink but he said nothing. He was merely a guest here.

"It's late so… You have a blanket here. Just don't… don't kill me during the night, okay?" Said Thran with a grimace on his face. He didn't look very happy and Rocheru felt very guilty.

"I'm not going to! I'd never thought about… I'm sorry, I can go if you want…"He said, standing up, really unsure what to do.

"No, just… You can stay for the night but just… don't do anything okay?" Thran shook his head and hands, evidently frustrated. "Night." He added and left the room, shutting the door behind him in a rather loud manner.

Rocheru sat down slowly and lowered his eyes to the floor. His head was still mostly empty. He had real trouble gathering his thoughts. It felt like everything just tried to run away from him, his own mind denying him the access to whatever it contained. It left him staring blankly at the world, seeing but not understanding nor really thinking. He felt empty, empty in head and heart but her didn't knew why. And there was this burden as well, something pulling him down strongly, aching in his heart and again, he had no understanding of what it was. He just felt it, trying to harm him each second.

Sighing quietly, he lied down on the couch and put the blanket over himself. He curled like a child, clenching his fingers on the edge of the blanket and closed his eyes shut letting himself drift off into sleep.

Thran locked the door to his bedroom. He never did that normally but, damn it, he had a stranger, a homeless freak, sleeping on the couch in his living room! He could use a bit of reason now even if he totally failed with it before.

He cursed himself, changing into his pyjamas. What the hell was he thinking!? He was an idiot. To take a guy from the street like this? Was he mental? Well, for sure he was. No other explanation. He noted to get himself checked after all this was over and got into bed.

This was sick. Okay, maybe that Rocheru didn't seem and didn't act really dangerous but… Well, in fact he acted more lost and shocked than anything else. The way he looked around with both fear and fascination… It was strange for sure but also mysterious in a way Thran couldn't resist. Who was that red-haired, skinny freak? Why was everything so shocking for him? Why was crouching naked under the tree? What with all the strange words he used and his singing accent? And most importantly… What the fuck was that ear.

He shifted in the bed, feeling his heart race a bit. That ear. That fucking ear that nearly gave him a heart attack. It was just too much at the moment. Of course there were people who had their ears operated like this. It wasn't common but he saw that a few times in the net. He knew he overreacted but… it was a different thing to see it on a photo of a tattooed and pierced idiots over the internet and different on a strangely tall, slim, light skinned guy whose eyes had impossible colour and who appeared out of nowhere, in the middle of the city, naked… yeah. It was different.

Elves. Well, there were legends of course, that before humans, Eru had created other race of his children who were, supposingly, immortal. They were said to inhabit Middle-Earth in the early Ages and then left to live in the land of the half-gods, the Valar. That's what the The Book Of Creation said. But it was a myth. A popular children story, plot for movies and games, inspiration for books. No one really believed it could be true though there were some freaks who spent their lives trying to convince people it was. But you could also find people convinced that UFO existed and that there was a dragon living in the Long Lake of Dale.

Thran wasn't very religious, he never was but somehow… he couldn't stop thinking. He had read that stories so many times when he was a kid. Mother used to read them to him as well. She was always so sure that every word of The Book was true. Elves… They were supposed to be higher than men, beautiful in appearance though their beauty could take many shapes. Their eyes were deep, showing wisdom of hundreds of years. They were strong but fair, fierce in their anger yet they rarely allowed themselves to feel it. And hair. They cared for hair for some reason, kept it long as the most appealing part of their appearance. Yes, and ears of course. Pointy ears that distinguished them from any other species.

He rubbed his eyes and forehead, searching his memory for other details but even this was enough to bother him. That guy… Thran wasn't afraid to admit he was beautiful. It didn't mean he was elf, okay, but he was exceptionally handsome, no objection to that. He would probably admit it easily even if he wasn't… well, everyone would admit it. Then the eyes. In the park they looked freaky but in the bright lights of his living room they were even more… blue. Contacts? Right, naked, homeless junkie with artificial lenses, of course. Tall, light skinned, slim with muscles carved on him like some damn statue. Hair, hair didn't fit. It was supposed to be long and cherished but Rocheru's was less than shoulder length. It was shiny and silky though, looking so good that even unnatural. And then there were ears which were fucking pointy and no one could state differently.

Thran sighed deeply, slapping his forehead with frustration. It was just too much, okay? It was his fault, he shouldn't have done anything, shouldn't have stopped and talked to the stranger, shouldn't have taken him home and identify as a freaking elf. All his fault. It didn't make it any better.

He jumped out of his bed, suddenly making a decision. He picked up his mobile and called his sister.

"Bell? Is mum still up? Yes? Give me her then." He waited for a moment when the phone was passed on the other side "Mum?"

"Yes? Hello Thran, what happened?"

"Mum, you are still so religious right?"

"Well, of course I am!" Came his mother offended yet also concerned voice .

"And you believe in everything that's written in The Book, right?"

"I do son, as you should as well. But can you…"

"Then you should come mum. I need your help with something impossible."