Paper Love-Chp2

The doorbell rang. Legolas, who was fascinating himself watching TV, turned in astonishment. Toronto rushed out almost immediately and sadi, “I’ll get it. Stay there.”

Legolas looked curiously at Toronto who was speaking to a man while taking a bulky-looking plastic bag from him. As she closed the door, Legolas was eager to ask, “Who is that man?”

“Responsible for sending me my dinner every night,” Toronto replied as she started moving the table and chair in front of the TV before placing the plastic bag onto the table. She removed the plastic bag to reveal a Tupperware. She opened it and took a whiff out of it.

“Ahh…chicken rice! My favourite!”

“Chicken rice? What in the name of Glaldriel is this made of?” Legolas eyed at the meal curiously. Toronto ignored him. She was too hungry to even bother about his silly questions. She just wanted to gorge herself silly.

“Don’t I get anything to eat?” Legolas asked again. Toronto groaned, exasperated.

“Go get something from the fridge!”

“Fridge? I don’t know what a fridge is.”

“I’ve explained it to you, haven’t I? It’s…Oh, never mind. I’ll get something for you!”

Toronto stomped towards the kitchen. She wasn’t sure what to serve the Elf Prince for her fridge was almost bare, since she gets her meals delivered everyday. The amount of info she got about elves were not enough to inform her what do elves eat. She’ll have to make do with some apples, oranges and a couple of tomatoes. And a bar of chocolate to go with.

“Here,” Toronto appeared with the food. She dropped them onto Legolas’ lap and went back to her dinner. “Enjoy.”

Legolas wasn’t too keen in those apples and oranges, due to the fact that the apples were too shriveled up (an obvious sign of being in the fridge for too long and that Toronto was a seriously terrible housekeeper) and the oranges looked like it had seen better days, and he definitely didn’t like the tomatoes that were going all soggy (another sign of long-term fridge exposure and bad housekeeping). But when he tried the chocolate bar, he practically chomped down the whole lot. Never before had he tasted such wondrous thing in his life, not even in Middle Earth. Whether that was the reason or he was just plain hungry after being deprived of his natural food.

“This is…This is like…food from the gods!” Legolas said with his mouth full. “What…What is this made of?”

“It’ll take a lifetime for me to tell you that,” Toronto replied. “Glad you like it though. I have some more. You want some?”

Legolas nodded eagerly. Toronto went back to the kitchen to get 2 more chocolate bars and a glass of ice-cold water. He wolfed down the lot, practically enjoying himself. Toronto reminded him to wash down the thickness of the chocolate with the water. Legolas obeyed.

“I’ve never eaten such heavenly food before in my life! It’s even better than lembas bread!”

“Lembas bread? The bread of the elves?” Toronto was interested, her TV show forgotten. “Do you have it with you?”

“Yes, I have,” Legolas replied as he rummaged his pouch which was hanging around his waist. He took out a round piece of bread wrapped in long banana-like leaves. He broke a piece of the bread and handed it to Toronto, “Here, mortal. If you please.”

“Toronto is my name,” Toronto corrected him. She took a bite from that piece of bread and beamed. To her delight, the bread melted in her mouth, leaving a sweet tingly after-taste in her tongue, like cotton candy. The sweetness spread all over her, until it reached the depths of her soul. She felt so blissful after that.

Noticing Toronto enjoying the lembas bread so much, Legolas gave her the rest of the bread. When Toronto hesitated, he smiled in the most charming way which melted Toronto’s heart and said, “In exchange for these lovely sweets.”

“What is it like in Elf Land? I mean in Mirkwood, Rivendell, well, the like,” Toronto asked, munching away happily.

“It’s nothing much to be proud of, except that it is far more beautiful and enchanting than the boring human world. It’s a land where time stands still and life is eternal…” Legolas replied dreamily, his green eyes indicating that he was deep in his thoughts, wandering further and further away towards Middle Earth.

“Hello! Earth to Legolas! Wake up!” Toronto snapped her fingers in front of his face until he came back to his senses. “Was it really that you were fighting in Helms Deep with Aragorn, Prince of Arnor, and that dwarf Gimli?”

Legolas’ facial expression became grave before answering, “Yes. They must be wondering where I am now. I must find a way to return to Middle Earth, back to Helms Deep to join the fight.”

“You’re serious? I mean, I’m no sorceress or anything—I don’t have powers Gandalf or Saruman has—and I still have no idea how did you get here!”

“It happened so fast, like a blinding flash of light. Everything was white for a few long moments…I remember Haldir trying to save me…” Legolas was massaging his temples again. Toronto was amazed.

“Serious? Haldir, one of the High Elves, is also there? What about Eowyn, Eomer and King Theoden? The rest of the elves army?”

“They are all there. Except Eomer. I do not know his whereabouts. How do you know all these things?”

Toronto clasped her mouth shut. She got carried away again—she always does when she’s excited about a certain topic. She had accidentally exposed her knowledge about the movie’s Part Two of the Trilogy. She had forgotten that Legolas and the gang were only going to meet Eomer somewhere near the end of the movie. She cursed herself for ever letting herself getting swell-headed over these things.

“Uh…I…Uh, never mind! It’ll take forever to explain it to you. Let’s talk about something else!”
“I’ve got forever. Explain,” Legolas smirked as he propped his chin, waiting for her answer. Toronto went daft. She forgot that Legolas was an immortal; he does have forever.

“I just know these things, OK? I’ve got insights. I even know, while you guys break your backs trying to fight the Orcs and Uruk-hai, what is going on at Frodo and Sam’s side.”

“You do?” Legolas was amazed, widening his sparkling green eyes like an eager child. “Does this mean you have the power to forsee events? Where is Frodo? Is he alright? Will we win the fight in Helms Deep?”

“Let’s just say…there are things that are better left unsaid,” Toronto replied. She didn’t want to give away anything. She knew too much, and if Legolas knew about what she knew, she’ll ruin the whole balance of the story.

That is, if he can ever get back into the poster.

Toronto noticed Legolas muttering to himself in Elvish. She couldn’t help feeling fascinated by the majestic language. She stared at the way Legolas muttered the words for quite some time before asking, “Can you teach me?”

“What?” Legolas switched back to the Human Tongue.

“Can you teach me Elvish?”

“Why would you want to learn it, mortal?”

“You taught Aragorn, and he’s a mortal.”

“Estel is a half-elf, one of us. He’s supposed to know.”

“Still, he’s half-mortal too. That’s not fair for me now, is it?”

Legolas stared at Toronto with his emerald-green eyes. Toronto almost blushed. The way he stared was really enchanting, like he was trying to read her mind through her eyes. His flawless features made her even more attracted to him. She looked away. Legolas smirked, sighed and said, “Elen sila lumenn’ omentielvo.”

“What does that mean?” Toronto asked.

“It means ‘A star shines on the hour of our meeting’.”

“Oh,” Toronto blushed again.

Slowly, Toronto and Legolas could be heard conversing in both Elvish and the Human Tongue.