Dream Catchers ( Slow updates )

Chapter 11

LEVI

Breakfast is usually my favourite time of day...usually.

However, now that I'm in some kind of life-and-death game with a lesser faerie god, elves who look like superheroes, and a book nerd with a bounty on her head - I have found I've quite gone off my porridge.

Silver had been eager to figure out what these visitations from Irmo could mean. She was intensely pacing while I dressed, her brows all scrunched up in intellectual concentration, whilst I tried to figure out how to tie up a mediaeval dress.

I lost my battle and opted for the tunic and leggings combo, because it's just much more comfortable and I like annoying these elves with my lack of gender role.

We were escorted to breakfast by a servant girl - or servant elleth as Silver advised me - but she didn't talk much and I wasn't in the mood to goad her either. Her curious looks were enough to unsettle me and ruffle my feathers, but I still remained somewhat subdued from all the upset. I was saving my temper for the times that mattered...like breakfast with elf lords.

It was a cooler morning, for it had rained through the night, so breakfast was to be had in an opulent solarium style room. The spacious room caught all the sun's rays from the east and because of this felt much warmer. I felt like I should have worn that dress, I felt like I should have put shoes on, and that I should have attempted to put a little effort into my appearance. At least Silver looked the part in a cute little blue dress that fitted her a lot better than boys tunics. Okay, so the hems were a little long for her but at least she looked feminine and sweet, meanwhile I look like a homeless person...I am a homeless person?!

Actually...I am a universe-less person...meeeep!

I plonked myself down as instructed at a wide circular table. In the centre a wonderful bouquet of fresh flowers sat in a crystal vase, and around said opulent vase was nestled an obscene amount of food. Who did they think they were feeding? A giant?

I glanced timorously at the fancy silk napkins and pristine silverware. Everything was grand and beautiful, and I really wasn't very grand. I was a potty-mouthed, bad tempered, working class girl, who ate cereal out of a lunchbox most mornings, and reused my stained coffee mug without rinsing. The fanciest restaurant I'd ever been to was TGIFridays and I really didn't know the difference between full fat and half fat milk. Was there even a difference? Oh lord almighty I'm a dirty peasant.

Silver sat to my right side, a considerable gap between us due to the wide berth of the table, but I was certain there was a space for someone between us. We both shared a pained look and we both seemed slightly alarmed by the mountain of food. It appeared that we were the first here, except for the busy servants.

I watched them prance elegantly around the room, their movements dance-like and swift, it nearly gave me a headache to watch. With a groan I return to staring forlornly at my empty plate.

"I don't think they meant to keep us waiting," Silver whispers nervously, fidgeting with hair yet again.

"I don't mind if they don't bother showing up," I grumble and swallow a nervous lump in my throat.

"Levi!" Silver warns briskly, "please try and be nice."

"Alright..." I drawl and drop my chin in my hand, gaining a curious smile from my companion. I frown but decide better of prompting her, she's clearly keyed up about something and I'm not sure I want to know.

"We'll discuss your dream visitation with Lord Elrond, and maybe Lord Erestor would know some texts I could examine about Irmo...oh or Glorfindel...he may know something about conversing with the Valar."