In the morning, Megan woke up and pulled her hair back into a ponytail before going into the kitchen, which was stocked with frozen foods. While she was heating up some frozen sausages, she noticed a small piece of paper on the table. She walked over and noticed that it was two drivers licenses. One for each of the two elves.
“Legolas,” Megan called. “Wake up!”
She heard a muffled, `What?’ come from the bedroom.
“Get in here! Mithrandir left us another surprise.”
Legolas got out of bed and pulled on a shirt. He went into the kitchen and wrapped his arms around his wife’s waist.
“What?” He asked groggily before kissing the back of his Moriwen’s neck
“He left us two I.D. cards. It says that you are… twenty-four, and I’m…hey! I can’t pass for twenty-one! I still look seventeen. Oh, well.”
“And what exactly does that mean?” Legolas asked.
“Well, a lot of things. One, we can get a car; two, we can get into clubs; and three, we can ditch the whole `brother and sister’ story.”
“We don’t have to pretend that we are brother and sister. We’re are officially considered husband and wife,” Megan answered happily.
“What is our last-name?”
“It’s Greenly! He made our last name Greenly. Hey, that’s pretty close to Greenleaf.”
“Yes, and what’s my name?” Legoals asked, looking over Moriwen’s shoulder.
“It’s Lucas Michael Greenly. And my name is Megan Elizabeth Withiemer Greenly,” Moriwen answered.
“That would be my maiden name.”
Legolas just nodded. The microwave kicked off and Megan took out the plate of sausage. She handed it to Legolas and he wrinkled his nose. Megan grabbed one with a napkin and took a small bite. She instantly opened her mouth and spit it out onto the napkin.
“Hot,” she said, waving her hand back and forth in front of her mouth. Legolas laughed at her and she stuck her tongue out at him.
“What is this?” He asked, indicating the sausage.
“It’s pork and beef. It’s sausage, we had it in Maddas,” Megan answered.
“Well, WE don’t eat pigs and cows. We don’t care for their meat.”
Megan just nodded.
“I’m gonna go take a sh-. Oh no! We didn’t buy any shampoo or soap or… Aw phooey!” Megan exclaimed. “I’m going to make a shopping list right now, so when we go out, we’ll get the necessities.”
Megan started looking through the drawers, and (by some sort of a miracle) found a pad of paper and a pencil. She started scribbling things down.
“Okay, Legolas. When we go out, we’re going to go buy a car and then go grocery shopping,” Megan announced, finishing her list. She went into their room and got dressed. She picked out clothes for her husband. After he got dressed, they took the bus down to a Ford dealership.
“Hello, folks. How may I help you?” A salesman said, walking over to the couple.
“We’re looking for a car, obviously,” Megan answered. Why did salesmen always ask stupid questions?
“Yes, but is there a certain car that you’re looking for?”
“Actually, yes. A convertible. I assume that there is something of that sort here,” Megan said, waving her hand around to indicate the many cars surrounding her.
“Yes, we do. How `bout a Mustang?” The salesman suggested, walking towards the building where several nice cars were sitting. The question was aimed at Legolas, so he just shrugged his shoulders. When they got in there, Megan tried really hard to hide her awe.
“How’s this? A 2003 silver, Mustang Convertible, with black leather sets and Bose sound system with a six CD changer,” the salesman announced.
Legolas just stood there with a confused look on his face.
“How much?” Megan asked, an apprehensive look on her face.
“$35,000? I was thinking somewhere around $30,000,” Megan retorted, remembering watching her father haggle with cars-salesman.
“How about $34,000?”
“How about 32?”
The salesman looked at Megan for a bit and then at the car.
“Deal, come on. Let’s go fill out the paperwork,” the man said, wrapping his arm around Megan’s shoulder and leading her towards his office.
“Can you PLEASE go slower?!” Legolas asked, holding on to the dashboard with both hands.
Megan was driving a sports car that she had been dreaming of driving since she was a little girl. Go slower?! Yeah, right. They screeched to a stop when they ran into traffic. It was NYC, of course there was traffic. Megan turned on the radio and found a good heavy metal station. She started bobbing her head ad drumming on the steering wheel as she listened to the accelerating sound of Godsmack.
First they went to Wal-Mart and stocked up on food and shampoo, etc. Then they went home to fill up the fridge and cabinets. Megan took a quick shower before they headed back out. It was five o’clock and the traffic was terrible, so the next parking spot she found, Megan pulled into and lifted up the top. The two elves got out and started walking down the sidewalk. It ended up that she had parked a few steps away from a movie theater.
“Oh, we have to go in! It’s been so long since I have seen a movie,” Megan exclaimed excitedly.
“Isn’t a movie a….a… um…a series of moving pictures?” Legolas asked, trying to remember what his wife had told him a movie was.
“Yeah, and they’re entertaining. Come on, it’ll be fun,” Megan pleaded.
Legolas just smiled and allowed her to lead him into the theater. Moriwen ordered two tickets to The Matrix: Reloaded.
“You’re gonna love this movie, though, I’m not sure how much you’ll understand. Actually, you wont be able to understand any of it. Just sit back and enjoy the action.”
And he did. Legolas loved the movie, just as his wife said. Except, he couldn’t seem to get over the fact that they showed `Neo’ and `Trinity’ having an intimate moment.
“That was very inappropriate. There were children in there,” he kept exclaiming, as they walked down the streets of New York City. When they turned the corner, they passed a club.
“Hey, ya wanna go in?” Megan asked.
“I don’t know,” Legolas answered, looking through one of the tainted windows. Inside there were people wearing all black and loud music. It was eight at night, so people were just beginning to arrive. No-one was too terribly drunk yet.
“It’ll be fun,” Megan prompted. She seemed to be saying that a lot lately.
“Lets go, then.”
As Legolas and Moriwen entered the club, a few people turned and looked their way. Most of them were women. Megan looked at her husband and realized how very attractive he was in all black. If ANY of these women started hitting on them, they’d have to deal with her.
The two elves walked over to the bar and Megan ordered the two of them a drink. As she handed Legolas a mug of beer she remembered the fact that elves don’t hold their alcohol very well.
“On second thought,” Megan said, taking the beer back. “Maybe we shouldn’t drink this.”
She handed the two mugs to some people next to them, and after assuring them that they didn’t do anything to it, Megan asked the bartender for two glasses of water.
Megan and Legolas talked for awhile about the music there, or, as Legolas put it, the `racket that’s bound to make him deaf’. It was about nine when two young girls walked over to them.
“Hi,” one of them said to Legolas. “My name is Britany, and this is my friend Tish.”
Legolas just looked at them, and then to Moriwen. She just shrugged and went back to her glass of water. It was time to `test’ her husbands loyalty. She knew that she didn’t NEED to, but just in case…
“Hello,” Legolas answered.
“So, I’ve never seen you around here before,” Tish said.
“This is my first time here,” he explained.
“What’s your name?” Britany asked.
“Well, Luke, you wanna dance?”
Megan started listening more intently.
“Uh, no,” the prince said.
“Oh, come on. Are you shy?”
Tish put her hand on Legolas’s knee and started stroking him.
“Excuse me, ho’s. But he said that he didn’t want to dance, so beat it,” Moriwen said, ticked off that this strange girl was touching her husband.
“And who are you?” Britany asked.
“I’m his wife,” Megan answered, holding up her left hand so they could see the wedding ring.
Tish and Britany just scoffed, then looked at each other and left. Little did Moriwen know just how appealing her husband was to human females.