My Word is Law (Thranduil x OC)

4 | Reaching the Extremes of Boredom

"What are pancakes?"

"Never mind," Taylor sighed. In her mind she cursed his ignorance.

She spent the next half-hour snapping her fingers to imaginary beats.

One, two, three, snap! One two three snap!

But it was boring work. The minutes went on and on like mini-versions of hours. Taylor shook her head fast and hard.

"Did I just think that minutes are mini version of hours? Tay! How crazy are you going?"

There was no answer for that. The guard gave her a funny look as she shook her head like a mad thing, her hair poofing up like a poodle's. He sighed to himself, wondering why he couldn't have guarded the Orcs instead. This pointy-eared woman was causing trouble fast. Too fast to have a break.

Taylor eventually stopped trying to make herself not go crazy. It wasn't working, obviously. She was shaking her head about like the lead singer of Europe, who's name she couldn't remember.

Then she decided headbanging was probably the only pastime her deranged brain was going to think of. She has already done it lightly; why not do it again, but harder?

"It can't hurt that much."

She started to sing. "WE'RE LEAVING TOGETHER. . . BUT STILL IT'S FAREWELL, AND MAYBE WE'LL COME BA-A-A-CK TO EARTH, WHO CAN TELL? I GUESS THERE IS NO ONE TO BLAME. . . WE'RE LEAVING GROUND. . . (LEAVING GROUND). . . WILL THINGS EVER BE THE SAME AGAIN? IT'S THE FINAL COUNTDOWN, NA NA NA NA, NA NA NA NA NA, NA NA NA NA, NA NA NA NA NA NA NA NA NA NA NA NA NA NA NA NA NA NA NA NA. . . . OH OH. . ."

Taylor stopped singing and grimaced, holding her sore head. It had hit the walls and door several times, and Taylor felt there would probably be bruises there soon. One place hurt on her forehead, but the rest of the bangs seemed to have hit her head where hair was.She felt over her head, straightening her hair as well as she could.

She noticed the guard was staring at her, and several of the other prisoners were trying to see what was going on. The other guards were just as stunned as her one was.

"What?" Taylor asked, feigning innocence.

Her guard just looked at her, then laughed. "You are mad. You know that?"

"Yep," Taylor sighed. "But I can't help it. Even in the Police Force, I was the one who instigated Doughnut Day, with doughnut-related activities. I mean, nobody objected to it. . . But then again, my co-workers were all addicted to sugar doughnuts. Even Kyle."

"Who is Kyle? And what are these 'doughnuts' you mention?"

Taylor wondered if it was the Elves who were out of their minds, not her. Then Edwenor came back.

"Hey Edward!" Taylor greeted him. "Come join the party."

"My name is Edwenor."

"That sounds like Edward to me."

"It is not, though."

"I'm still gonna call you Edward."

"But it isn't-" He sighed. "I have a message for you."

"Well, don't keep me waiting! You didn't need to say your name was Edward and then confuse me like that," Taylor said, smiling evilly.

Edwenor shook his head in disbelief. "The king wishes to speak to you."

"But I already spoke to him."

"He wishes a private audience."

"So he's taking Tauriel's advice after all? Hypocrite."