After all my stuff, finally, I have been back here! I just realised that the day I started writing this chapter is exactly one year after the date mentioned in the previous chapter. Yeah, I am one year older now. But, the time in the story will still remain April 19, 2017.

April 19, 2017 - 12:40, Max's

Karis wanted to have lunch with us this afternoon. I wondered why she wanted to do so - she seldom eats with the other students. Well, she appeared to be alone all the time. Despite that, she looked like she really wanted to go with us. Fine, we would eat together today.

Still, in order not to be found bringing dolls (well, not dolls, they are elves you know, real elves) to school, we kept our dear elves in our pockets. How nice it is to have two pockets for our school uniform. Along the way, we raced to the restaurant in order to be earlier than the majority of the students. Turgon, who was sitting inside Karis' pocket, looked like he was about to fall out from the pocket. Fingolfin, at the other side, looked nervous, he shouted to Karis to stop running so fast, because his son was near to fall out from her pocket. Karis ended up grabbing Turgon with her hand, which was his chest. "Wait, no!" I heard he shouted, while Karis looked like she didn't hear him. "Oh look, Karis got a plushie!" One of the classmates exclaimed. Fëanor just smirked.

"We'd better run as fast as we can before the others tell the teachers we have the plushies," I told Karis. She nodded sternly, her ponytail flicked left and right as she ran. "Oh, somebody brings toys to school!" I heard Alan's voice, laughing. I prayed to God for our plushies not being confiscated. Once they were, they would not come back again.

After several minutes, we arrived at Max's for our lunch. We got a seat at the corner of the restaurant and sat down. However, problems seemed to rise within my mind. That would be weird if we bought five meals. If we didn't, there wouldn't be enough food for all of us. I realised the mistake we had made: going to Max's. There were a lot of students in our school, eating there. They might find us talking to plushies and then at the next day, rumours would fly around the school. However, I didn't think there were many choices for us to choose from.

"Can you help me take care of the plushies?" I asked, taking out Fingolfin from my pocket. He was grasping my hand as he landed on the table, facing it. I took Fëanor out too, he was struggling in my hands, which I felt slightly painful. "You'll get your own food, right? I'm going to buy my food. Wait, are you going to buy also Turgon's food or - "

"I'll buy it myself. You can buy food for the others." Karis replied, looking at the plushies on the table. Fingolfin and Turgon sat together, chatting in elvish, which I didn't understand. Fëanor sat alone, near the edge of the table.

"Where are Ecthelion and Glorfindel?" I asked as I put my ticket on the table after my food was brought. "I remembered that you mentioned that Manwë gave them to you as the gifts as well." Karis looked up and stood up from her seat, taking out her wallet as she spoke, "They are not yet awakened." Then she headed towards the counter. I turned back to the table, looking at the plushies. "Hi everyone," I said, trying to bring their attention to me.

"Don't behave like we just met on the first day," Fëanor pointed out.

"Are you guys hungry?" I asked. Fingolfin shook his head. Fëanor spoke, "We need food to obtain energy, you know." I glanced at my ticket, which showed that I bought just an average meal, with some added-on snacks. Hope that it was enough for us.

"Ah, Echo. Childish enough to talk to plushies." A voice rang. Alan walked into my sight. "You reminded me to tell the teachers that you have brought toys to school. Nevermind, I would like to see your tears-filled face when the teachers confiscate your dear little friends. Hope all of you like a whole lot."

The elves looked like they heard what Alan said. "Enough!" Fingolfin looked angry. Turgon crossed his arms. Fëanor glared at Alan.

"Leave us alone, Alan," Karis' cold voice rang as she walked towards us, a ticket on hand. Alan stared at her, his voice was like a sharp knife, cutting through the air, "Well, you are going to end up like Echo, with your little toy - "

"That is not a toy, Alan! They have lives!" Karis shouted, her face turned red because of her anger. Alan showed a sneer on his face. Feanor stood up from the table, his red robe covered his plushie - sized legs. He put his small hand on his hilt, his mouth turned into a snarl. Although he was just the size of a plushie, he looked not less threatening. "Your name is Alan, right? You'd better leave Echo alone, I'm now telling you," he told Alan, but I wasn't sure about did Alan heard him, "before we get angry. You will never want to taste a king's wrath."

"You're just a plushie, you know," Alan pointed out, crossing his arms, "I can just squash you easily with a stomp - "

Suddenly a blinding red light appeared, Feanor returned to his elven form, Alan looked shocked, but he was trying to calm himself down. "Plushie, you say?" he raised an eyebrow. "I'm a king of the Noldor. I'm not afraid of you. If you dare to hurt us again, then you will feel my sword."

Alan turned away, heading back to his table. Maybe it was just me, but I heard he was talking to somebody else, "It doesn't work, Gothmog. I told you they aren't afraid of us."

While Karis was taking her food at the counter, I tried to overhear Alan's conversation. Alan was sitting at a seat near the counter, carrying a plushie as well, which looked like a balrog. "If you listen to my plans, everything will be fine. Listen, I don't come back for idiots like you. I come back for hunting down the other plushies from Manwë, not being as your petty little friend."

I listened in horror. Alan was really plotting something for us. Now there was a reason why he wanted our plushies to get confiscated. However, if Gothmog's quest was to hunt down the other plushie-elves from Manwë, where was he from? I guess it would be Morgoth. He always encied of his brother, therefore I was sure that it was his doing. Karis returned with her food. "You want some, Turukano?" she asked. Turgon jumped to her lap and nodded. I checked the ticket on my hand and the screen. Wow, I nearly forgot to take my food! I headed to the counter and took my food from the counter as I handed the ticket. Then I put my food onto the table, then I started to eat. Fëanor had returned to his plushie size. I thought it would be pretty hard to feed them, but they managed to do so. They picked up a toothpick and jabbed the food like hunting. Then they bite them. It was funny to see that.

"You said that Ecthelion and Glorfindel are not yet awakened," I said, eating the rice, "what if they are now awakened?"

Karis looked shocked. "My mum's at home," she exclaimed, "If she found them..."

WWWW

"Do you know where are we?"

"No, Thel. This doesn't look like anywhere we know about."

"Hey! Who are you two? What are you doing in my house?"

"I am Ecthelion, this is Glorfindel. Are you our host?"

"I don't know what are you talking about."

"Wait, Thel, look! The paper says that our host is called 'Karis Zhou'."

"Excuse me, do you know who is Karis Zhou?"

"She's my daughter!"