Sherlock

"Sherlock, I'm off to get some milk. I'll be back in half an hour." John said to his flatmate. "Hmpf." was his answer. John walked down the stairs, opened the door and took a cab to the mall, leaving Sherlock behind with his thoughts.
Knock Knock
Sherlock opened his eyes and made a disturbed sound. With reluctance Sherlock stood up and opened the door. A tall man with long blond hair walked in. "Saesa omentien lle, Sherlock Holmes. My son told me I could find you here." The tall man walked into the kitchen and looked around. "Hmm, no wine." he muttered. He walked back to the living room and sat down in one of the chairs, making himself comfortable by throwing his legs over one side. Sherlock didn't really understand what was happening, which bothered him, "I came here to invite you to a dinner I'm organizing. You can bring a friend if you want to. Legolas told me you have a friend named John or something." Then Sherlock understood. "You must be Thranduil then." Sherlock said, trying to be nice. Thranduil tilted his head a little. "You're not from around here, I see, Where will the dinner take place then?" Sherlock asked. Thranduil blushed a little and checked if his clothes were ok. He really tried to look as normal as possible. But well, Legolas told him a thousand times already that to Sherlock didn't escape much. With a little sigh he replied: "The dinner will take place in the woods outside the city, tomorrow. I shall make sure to send someone to pick you up. I will text you the exact time later." Sherlock nodded. "If that was all, I've got work to get back to." Sherlock said. "Of course." Thranduil replied as he stood up. "I hope I'll see you tomorrow. It was a pleasure meeting you." Sherlock closed the door behind him and layed down on the couch again. He needed to think.

The sound of Sherlocks ringtone filled the room. "Sherlock, you've got a text." John said. "Busy." Sherlock replied from out of the kitchen. John picked up Sherlocks phone. "Something about a dinner. It says -5,00 pm. Dinner starts at six.-" Sherlock looked up. "Oh. That's nothing. We're not going." "We are? Sherlock, what's this about?" John asked. Sherlock knew that tone in his voice. "Legolas father invited us to a dinner in the woods." he said. "how long did you know this?" John asked. "He came around when you were at the mall yesterday." "Tidy yourself up, we're going. Legolas would never forgive us if we weren't going." John stated. Sherlock heaved a deep sigh: he knew he had to go now. John said it.