Connected (a fanfic starring Thranduil from the Hobbit)

2 night club

I am really upset, I don't know why I'm still allowing Jake to be a part of my life. I 've been going out with him for nearly a month now, at first, he was so very romantic, sure and sexy....but then he quickly turned to inconsiderate and even mean at times. Really, do I like being treated that way? But then, he also has those moments when he is desperate for my company, when he needs me and he say's things, beautifully heart wrenching, romantic things, that lure me in. Then I melt away and I'm falling for him, again... I like it if a guy needs me and with that I mean when they are lost and broken and my companionship seems healing. Jake is definitive lost...not so sure about the broken.... thing is, am I a punch bag or a garbage bin for his negativity. I don't think so? I am torn. I suppose, I'm rather loyal once committed.

I've been in a good mood all day, happy, that we would go out together in the evening. I dolled up, for him, mostly, I felt radiant and good. Then he has me wait for 30 minutes, only to send a message that he can't come because he is not feeling well. Over WhatsApp... At least, this time, I hadn't been waiting with a 'home cooked' candlelight dinner. That time had been worse! I am, as so often with him, heart broken.

I'm glad that Gina, Joan, and Betty are also there tonight. They are happy to have me to themselves, as they are not overly fond of Jake. They hate the way he treats me.
I've had two beers now and I've drunk them a little too fast, the frustration I presume. After, I make the decision to have a 'good' time! Bugger Jake! I'm sick of him!!!

Gina is on the dancefloor, she beckons me over. Their playing 'I think I'm paranoid,' from Garbage. Perfect, ideal for my current mindstate. I make my way through to Gina and then I give it my all. I'm proud and confident when I dance because I'm good at it and since I've had those two beers, I don't care in the slightest what the people think anyways. So I basically rock, I tent to really go wild when I dance, it makes me feel so alive!!!

Sometime later, 4more songs down the lane, I look up smiling. I am having a good time and I realize at that moment, that I really don't need Jake. I will break up with him, I just don't know how yet.

Suddenly, I notice behind Gina a commotion. A guy is causing a stir on the dancefloor. The people around him seem to be quite aggravated. There is always a great deal of weirdly dressed guys at the club on Friday's, I like that because it creates a relaxed atmosphere. Basically, anybody looking anyway, can come and sort of fits in. This guy may have overdone it a bit. He is dressed in long ropes and he is holding some kind of elvish decorated staff. He has whitish long hair and he is even wearing some sort of tiara.

My insides freeze, this can't be! A vision of that dream I had appears in my head. This is not possible, I must have hallucinations
He is being pushed off the dancefloor, whilst he appears to be shouting and lashing out at the handful of guys who are trying to restrain him. The bouncers arrive on sight. The 'Elf' seems to be very strong, though. He is strong, I know, I've experienced it already haven't I? NO, this can't be the same guy! If only I could see him from the front.

As if he heard my thoughts, he turns around. Again it feels as if an iron fist twists itself around my guts. IT IS THE SAME GUY! His looks wild, infuriated! Then his eyes lock with mine and he recognizes me. It had only been for a fleeting moment. I feel sick and thrilled at the same time. The bouncers, including a couple of guys, manage to shove him off the dancefloor and towards the exit. I have to follow them, I have to find out more! I mean, a minute ago I still thought that he only exists in a dream.

Gina leans in on me: "Are you alright," she shouts to drown the music, "You look as if you've seen a ghost." I shake my head, although, perhaps I have, something similar anyways but I won't tell her that.

"I need some fresh air," I shout into her ear.

"Shall I come with you?" She wants to know, she is the sweetest thing, really.

"No, you stay her," I shout back and with that, I hurry away. I need to get him alone. Although I'm not sure if it is safe. Close to the entrance, I catch up with him. He must have managed to convince the men, that he will go peacefully as they have let go of him. He is now walking towards the doors, his head held high but with the dignity of an injured ego. It is almost hilarious.

Shortly after he has left the building, I follow. He is walking down the sidewalk, whilst a few people who were gathered outside to smoke, laugh at him. I'm actually surprised he is taking the insult without flipping out. He seems to be the kind of guy who would not tolerate this type of offense. Maybe the experience inside the club has taught him to lay low. I can't help the smirk on my face. Get a grip on it , you're being mean..
I follow him until most people are out of earshot. Then I call out to him. I must be quite mad! Maybe I feel encouraged by the alcohol I had.

"Hey you, are you for real?" He doesn't react and keeps on walking down the road. I need to know more, if I let him out of sight now, I fear I might go mad. Imagine meeting the guy you thought was a dream, in real life.
"Wait ," I call again. The other thing is I don't want to go further away from the club, as I said, I don't know how safe I am with him. Obviously, he is not right in the head. Again he ignores me. How do I get his attention I wonder. Then I have an idea,
"Hey, did the humans get to you?" It seems a bit silly to go with his whole 'elf' thing but then again anything to get him talking to me.

Whoa, I've definitely managed to irritate his 'elf'- ego. In an instance, he rushes over to me his face close to mine he hisses: "You humans are nothing to me, you're scum, foul smelling, loud... you disgust me!" Then he carries on walking. He walks onto the road where he strides away in the middle of it.

It is near midnight so the roads are empty but suddenly a car does approach and at a high speed too. He doesn't seem to notice.
"Get off the road," I shout at him, for the car is quite close now. I'm worried for his sake. He is dressed rather dark, although his hair is perhaps going to warn the driver of his presence on the road. The car driver must be drunk or something like that, in any case, he doesn't notice the strange guy on the road, until he nearly rides him over. The car swerves out with squeaking tires but knocks the 'elf' down nevertheless. For a moment, the car stops but then he just drives off.
I can not believe it! I'm not too fond of the 'elf' but I am still sort of kind person and he must have got hurt and that car driver is a complete ass hole for just driving off. I run onto the road to where the 'elf' is lying.

I bend over him: "Are you hurt?" I ask him. He looks at me furiously.

"I don't need help from a human," he growls at me but I'm sure that he is in fact hurt. He tries to get up, which seems not easy, so I grab the arm nearest to me to help him to get up. Furiously he shakes me off.

"I said I do not need help," why is he so darn stubborn and won't accept my help??? I back up and watch as he gets up. Without looking at me one more time he limps further down the road, as proudly as he is able. Has he not learned that the road is not safe!!!

I shake my head, MAD, simply MAD! Against my better judgment, I follow him, who knows what else might happen to him.
Suddenly a white fog starts to gather around him, it becomes thicker and thicker and then he is suddenly gone! The fog clears and I stand there with an open mouth. I blink a few times. He just disappeared. Come to think of it, it's just like in my dream! Or had it not been a dream after all??? Who is this 'elf' and what is going on???? Am I indeed hallucinating? I decide to go back and ask my friends if they have seen the strange elf-guy too. If not then I should perhaps go and visit a doctor!

Turns out, Gina also saw the 'elf', while he was on the dancefloor. He exists????