In the Language of Elves

He’s strange. Nobody talks to him. He has an excellent memory. He wanders around everywhere like a ghost—they say. He studies at Boston University, where everyone avoids him and calls him “Elf” because of a tattoo on his neck written in Quenya. And because he’s a weirdo. He looks odd, speaks oddly, behaves oddly; when the new season comes, his hair color changes. He spends half the night outside. Only one person doesn’t like his nickname—the history student who has been watching him nonstop for almost two years and walking behind him at night, thinking he’s still unnoticed.