I'm in a fanfiction

        When Elliott awoke, he was laying on the grass with a man standing over him. Now, this was not a good position to be in, so he did what any normal person would do. He jumped up, scrambled backwards and let out a series of curses. The man in front of him was stupidly tall, with dark, shaggy hair that reached his shoulders and slight stubble. For the, what, third? Time in two days, Elliott felt his heart sink. This looked almost exactly like Aragorn from the movies. Not completely; there were a few changes, but still almost identical.

       The man said something is that weird, unknown language, holding out his hands. When Elliott gave him a dumb look, the man blinked and switched languages. "Mind telling me what you're doing, sleeping on the side of the road?" 

        Elliott thought about it, he really did. Then he just pointed up to the tree and said, "I must have fallen out of the tree."

The man gave a confused, concerned look. "Did you hit your head on the way down...?"

        With a shake of his head, Elliott stood. He looked up at the man, crossing his arms. Possibly-Aragorn just raised an eyebrow, though. "Where are your parents, child? I have received no word of any elfling being born, and no elf would let their child sleep in a tree. ...A random tree on the side of the road, that is. So what- hey!"

        Elliott took off running, off into the forest again. Stupid past-Elliott! Falling asleep in a random tree! How did the man even know what he was!? He'd tied a makeshift headband around his ears to prevent exactly that! Large, warm arms curled around his midsection and picked him up with ease, halting him in his tracks. "H-hey! Put me down!" he cried, eyes alight with fear and anger.

        Possibly-Aragorn put him down, but kept his hands on Elliott's shoulders to stop him from running. The impossibly kind look directed at him made Elliott shudder, wondering when the last time he'd been a recipient of a look like that was. "I am sorry for frightening you, child. I merely wished to know out of concern."

        Aw, crap. That made him feel like the worst guy in the world. He'd probably made Possibly-Aragorn feel bad, which made Elliott feel bad. "My... parents are- are waiting nearby," he mumbled, twisting his hands together nervously. His anxiety roared back up into full power, making him feel like he couldn't breathe. This sucked so much. Agh. He was careful to keep all traces of fear off his face, though, a trick he'd learnt as a kid. 

       Possibly-Aragorn gave him an unimpressed look at the shitty lie. "Right. Mind if I wait for them with you, then?"

        Caught at an impass, Elliott just nodded. "I, uh, I'm not supposed to- to talk to strangers," he said, too quickly to be truthful. He internally winced at his horribly lying. He was so good at lying to his siblings and parents, why was he suddenly so bad at it whenever he talked to other people? Maybe because his parents and siblings didn't care enough to look further into his half-baked lies, or maybe because anxiety made him worse at it. Who knows.

     "Well, then my name is Aragorn, son of Arathorn-" Elliott screamed mentally. He was so in a bloody fanfiction. This was horrible. "-And what is your name, little one?"

       Elliott gave a scalding glare. 'Little one'!? That was almost as bad as being called 'Baby'! He said nothing, though, because being rude meant worrying for hours if he had hurt the other person's feelings. "Elliott," he said, before thinking that he probably should have given a fake name. Right, he was an idiot. He already knew that, but this confirmed it.

        Aragon furrowed his eyebrows in confusion. "That is a human name. And an odd one at that. Do you not have an elvish one, child?"

      Elliott blinked in confusion. A what? Elliott was a perfectly good name, and he would have said so if not for the fact that he'd die of anxiety and guilt for making the man feel bad. Possibly. He was raised with the impression that any talkback at all would make others feel bad, so he always stayed as quiet as possible. Also he didn't talk because, what if he said something dumb and made a fool of himself? So it was really a win-win.

        When Elliott didn't answer, Aragorn furrowed his eyebrows. "A human name, does not know Sindarin... Were you even raised by elves?"

       With a simple shake of his head, Elliott got to witness the hilarious facial expressions of an utterly bewildered (and concerned, but that felt icky since he was so unused to it) man. "Have you... 𝘮𝘦𝘵 any elves?" questioned Aragorn.

         Elliott shook his head again, and more hilarious emotions played out on Aragorn's face. "Would you like to?" he asked carefully. 

         Was Aragorn kidding? Why would he possibly want to meet other elves? That was an anxiety attack waiting to happen. He shook his head again. "Can I go now?" Elliott asked quietly, wringing his hands. Aragorn shook his head, bewildered. 

      "This has to be the strangest situation I've ever been in," Aragorn muttered to himself, then said, "We are not strangers anymore, so I shall wait with you for your parents. Unless there is a problem?" he said with a sly smirk. 

       Elliott groaned mentally, but held his resolve. "Sure, you can wait with me," he said, looking away. "But I hope you l-like long, awkward silences for hours o-on end," he said, feeling a bit like he was about to throw up. What had he gotten himself into? And why hadn't he just denied the man??

      "I can wait," Aragorn said, and lead Elliott back to the tree in which he had slept the night before. "I can wait for as long as it takes."

        The feeling of sickness increased, and he knew he wasn't getting out of this one. Why'd he have to get himself into such a mess?