11. Chapter 11
Romance! Well, don’t know yet, Bronwyn is certainly attracted to Maglor, but can he, will he see a mortal woman as someone he could love? Don’t know the answer yet, Maglor won’t tell me. The only thing I do know is that Maglor is going to spill his terrible past to Bronwyn, and who knows how she’ll react to that.
As to Maglor’s being a farrier, well as a young bloke he would have learnt to work iron and steel before allowed to work precious metals like silver and gold, and making horse shoes is a basic skill all smiths learn, and how to apply the shoe to the horse’s foot is part of mastering that skill. So when he says that he has shod thousands of horses he would be telling the truth.
Anyway, Maglor is telling me to get on with it; he wants his trip to the zoo….Oh and this is still Bronwyn’s point of view.
Just before 6 o’clock Brian’s car pulls back into my drive. I walk out and greet Nicky, who has as usual leapt out of the car almost before it stopped. Brian and Anita do not get out, but tell me they’ll be back for Nicky about lunchtime next day.
‘Yep, that’s Ok. I said. ‘Oh, and I thought I might take her to the zoo tonight’.
‘Good’ says Anita. ‘I hate zoos, and I was starting to think I’d have to take her myself, at least you’ll enjoy the zoo too’.
Nicky is talking to Brian, and Anita takes the opportunity to whisper ‘What about Maglor?’
‘Don’t worry,’ I say, pressing her hand in reassurance, ‘He’s cool with this, in fact he’s as excited about going to the zoo as Nicky’, I whisper.
‘See you tomorrow, Bron,’ says Brian, now eager to leave.
‘Yep, Ok, see you tomorrow’, I say, both Nicky and I waving.
Nicky, of course tears into the house at about Warp 5, only to my amusement, to come to an abrupt halt as Maglor grabbed her shirt collar as she shot by him, ‘Do not run in the house, you will cause an accident!’ he said.
‘What!’ she yelps, wriggling and trying to make him let go.
‘Promise not to run inside like that again’, he said, sternly.
‘Ok, I promise’, Nicky says sulkily.
‘So, how many kids do you have Maglor’, I ask, fairly certain he will say he has a few, because he has obviously handled kids before, the grab at Nicky’s collar was that of a professional.
‘None’, he answers. ‘I did foster two orphan boys once, many years ago.’
Nicky sprang back out of the kitchen, where she had been giving consideration to raiding the fridge, ‘Bet you’re not married either!’ she says to Maglor. ‘Well, are you going to answer me?’ she says standing in front of Maglor
Poor Maglor is looking very startled, and says ‘No, I’m not married’.
Nicky turns to me with a triumphant look on her face ‘you owe me a dollar Bron’.
‘Ok I’ll give it to you later’.
‘Don’t forget’, she says, going out to see the horses for a few minutes.
‘You owe Nicole a dollar? Why? Asks a very confused elf.
‘Every time she’s right about someone, I owe her a dollar. We’ve been doing this for a couple of years now’.
‘Oh’, says Maglor, clearly more confused than ever.
I notice Maglor has changed his clothes, and his hair is once again black. ‘Be back in a minute,’ I say to him, ‘I’m going to get changed’.
Jeans, I decide and my old comfy runners, we will be doing lots of walking. I dig my favourite sweater out of the back of the drawer, and tie it round my waist, as it will probably get cold later
Nicky is already wearing a denim jacket, so I know she will be warm enough. ‘Hey Maglor, maybe you better grab yourself a jacket, it’ll get cold later’, I say
‘Elves do not feel the cold’, he replies.
‘Not unless it is very cold indeed,’ he said.
‘How cold? Blizzards or something?’
‘Yes’ he said.
Sometimes he doesn’t have much to say, other times you can’t shut this guy up. He has such contrasts in his nature.
‘Come on, you two, when are we going to leave?’ yells Nicky.
‘Now’ I yell back. ‘Come on let’s go’, I grab my keys and we all pile into the truck and after a half hour’s drive we arrive in the zoo car park. Nicky has achieved two things on our drive, nearly talking poor Maglor’s ears off, and getting him to agree to call her Nicky, not Nicole.
The visit to the zoo is interesting. I don’t know who is more excited, Nicky or Maglor, as they are both behaving like 6 year olds.
We have looked at all the animals, and even fed the zebras. Maglor was very funny as ‘the stripped donkeys’ fascinated him. At last we have to leave, as the zoo is closing. I collect both of the ‘children’, and steer them back to the truck. Both of them are eating ice cream and giggling. Somehow I think ice cream must have a strange effect on Elves.
‘Ok, which one of you two is the child?’ I ask, and all I get is an increase in the giggling.
Back home, I realise I will have to deal with two giggling maniacs in the house. Nicky has decided that the rest of the evening will be best spent watching old movies on TV, so we all wind up on the sofa bed eating pop corn.
Early morning, and I wake up; both Maglor and Nicky are fast asleep, and both piled on top of me. With difficulty, I crawl out from under them, waking Maglor in the process. Like yesterday, I notice that he sleeps with his eyes open, and he wakes instantly.
He gets up too, when I say I am making coffee. ‘What about Nicky?’ he asks
‘Leave her there to sleep’
‘When do want the horse shod?’ Maglor asks over his coffee.
‘Whenever you’re ready will be fine’.
‘Then give me an hour, and bring the mare to the forge’, he says as he leaves the house.
An hour soon goes by, I have spent most of it wondering about Maglor. There is something about him, something he is hiding. I wonder if I can find out what it is, because I have a feeling that his past is haunting him, and I have the strangest feeling that I can help him.
Best go catch Rebelle. I take the mare to the forge, and as I thought, she didn’t mind much, and soon she is sporting a nice new pair of front shoes. Maglor certainly did a beautiful job, and seemed to enjoy doing it too.
Back at the house, Nicky is now awake, and pestering us to go for a walk on the beach with her.
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