Sakura Sweet Chapter 6: Birthday Soup

Gabriel was her name. Or his name. He didn't know. Johnathan didn't have a phd in differentiating elves from each other. No, that was left to the LOTR fanboys and fangirls. What Johnathan wanted most was an explanation. Why was he here?
And of course the elf whose name wasn't Galadriel spoke before he could finish his thought.
"I wonder why you are here," she said. Johnathan had taken to calling her a she because she looked closer to a she than a he. Maybe she was a-gender. That would be interesting. But--
The elf lady raised her arm. "Take this man to the dungeons. He is not to be given anything but the essentials. We will question him with our full authority tomorrow. He will be our slave until then. You have been given your rights. Anything that you do past this point will reflect upon you given that we have allowed you to undergo the benefit of the doubt. Such is our culture. You may go."
She turned to the elf-man-dude. "What is it that you want of this vagrant?"
The elf-man-dude let out a nasty sigh. "Nothing. I don't know what he was doing there. He probably can't be of much use to us at all," he said. He shrugged his shoulders. "But I will help out of the kindness of my heart. As such is our culture, and what our laws permit upon a human who has trespassed. If you decisive us," he said, "And I will hunt him down like a rabbit. He is nothing to me. Take him away." The elf-man-dude gestured to the other elves in his party.
Two elves grabbed Johnathan and dragged him through the forest until they reached a secluded grove where a television hung on the top of a tree. A big television. Johnathan thought about it for a moment. Why a television? Did the writer of whatever story he was a part of decide to cop out on him? Perhaps he did. But Johnathan didn't care, not at all. He just wanted some peace and quiet while he could enjoy his beautiful, happy, clear thoughts. So clear that they were crystal. Crystal clear. Shumistal clear. He laughed. The trees rose up above him like imposing monoliths, full-bodied, thick with bark nad moss--the perfect forest. He wanted to be here. This was his place.

This was where he belonged.