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Love's Redemption	By : mthorsta Category: -Multi-Age > Het - Male/Female Views: 7108 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Chapter 10 - Lady of the Stars
  Jordan felt like a weight had been lifted from her shoulders. Legolas knew the truth. She could talk with him openly; unafraid of revealing too much or what he might ask. She still faced the challenge of coping with her disability but aided by Legolas� support and encouragement, she could look upon it now with acceptance and with a sense of optimism about her recovery and her future here in Middle Earth. She considered herself fortunate to have found such a friend as he. Others would have abandoned her long ago and this thought suddenly elicited a pang of guilt. She did not deserve his friendship after the way she had treated him. As Jordan looked out over the breathtaking vista, Legolas was content to gaze upon her, until he noticed a shadow cross her features. He knew its cause and did not hesitate to speak on it.
  �I know what it is you are thinking. There is no need to feel guilt over what has transpired thus far; nor should you relive the past, but rather rejoice in the future.�

  �How did you know that?�

  �I could sense it as well as see it in your mannerisms.�

  �Was it that obvious?� She asked, a little dismayed. She had always thought herself adept at concealing the demons that haunted her; feelings of doubt, unworthiness, and inadequacy.

  �To the unsuspecting eye, no. Elves are just more perceptive of the subtle physical changes associated with differing emotions.�

  �Such as?�
  He shifted position slightly, leaning in towards her. Taking the opportunity to demonstrate using physical contact as she did, he put his fingers underneath her chin and delicately traced the corner of her mouth with his thumb, �Such as�the corners of your mouth turned down ever so faintly,� he touched his index finger to the space between her eye and temple. Her eyelashes fluttered and she closed her eyes, allowing for just a moment to take pleasure in his touch, �your eyes shifted slightly downward,� he curled his fingers beneath her jaw and using his thumb, he lightly traced over one eyebrow; �your brow furrowed slightly,� his hand linger for a moment, then he let it come to rest on his thigh. She opened her eyes and shook off the feeling created by his gentle touch, �and your breathing slowed for a moment; by this I could tell your thoughts had changed to ones of darker times.�

  She could not help but smile shyly. �I can�t hide anything from you, can I?�

  �All things can be hidden, if they are carefully guarded but I have learned that most mortals wear their emotions more freely.�

  �And elves do not?�

  �As I said before, elves are more attuned physically and emotionally, but are better practiced at how and when they express it.�
  Both Legolas and Jordan heard the unmistakable rumbling of her stomach.

  �Now by that, I can tell that you are hungry.� He grinned.

  She hid her face in her hands for a moment, completely mortified. Then, resting her chin on her fist, she smiled back at him despite her obvious embarrassment. �Wow. You are perceptive.� She said in jest.

  �Would you like for me to have breakfast sent here? We could dine on the balcony.�

  Her face lit up at the suggestion. �Could we? That would be wonderful!�

  �Of course. It will be a celebratory breakfast for your achievement. Is there anything in particular you would like?�

  �Bacon? I would love some bacon!� �Please tell me they know what bacon is here.� �And some potatoes? Fruit? Oh, just bring everything!�

He laughed. �If your height did not suggest otherwise, I would say you were a Hobbit!�

She laughed with him, familiar with the Hobbit�s love of food and drink from her reading.

  �Will you be alright here alone?�

  �I�ll be fine. I�m not likely to wander off too far.� She said, gesturing to the canes.

  �Then I shall return forthwith.� He said with a bow.
  Once he had left the room, she caressed her own cheek with her hand and sighed, remembering the feel of his fingers. How easy it was to be swayed by his beauty and magnanimity. She would have to work harder to fight off the intoxicating effects. The last thing she needed was to allow herself to develop feelings for him and be drawn in to a relationship draped in the illusion of adoration and devotion only to be revealed as empty promises and meaningless sex. She would come to love him; then he would leave her�to drown in the despair of unrequited love and the knowledge that she had been fooled once more. No. She would not put herself through that again. She did not doubt her capability to love someone, only their ability to love her in return. Love was fickle; easily washed away by the trials of everyday life. True love didn�t exist anymore.
  Her musings were cut short by the sound of Legolas� return. From where she sat, she could not see Legolas but heard him bustling about the quarters; wooden cabinets opening and closing; the clink of silver. With her eyes fixed on the balcony door, she eagerly waited for him to come out, but when he finally did, he had no food, rather only a bottle of wine and two goblets. Jordan couldn�t hide her disappointment. �What happened? Did the kitchen run out of food?�

  Laughing, he said, �No, but it could not be carried single-handedly. It will be here momentarily.�

  Her mouth dropped open. �How much food are you having brought up? If you haven�t noticed, we are only two people.�

  �Oh, I invited a few guests to help celebrate.� He said elusively, smiling to himself as he turned away from her, and busied himself with opening the bottle. �Wine?� He asked, turning back toward her and handing her a goblet.

  �Yes, thank you,� she replied, accepting the goblet, �but don�t change the subject. Who?�

  He just smiled and set about moving the chaise and small table off to the side of the balcony, clearing a space in the middle. Jordan sipped her wine and watched curiously as Legolas disappeared inside again and reappeared dragging a large wooden table to the center of the balcony.

  �You don�t have to go through all this trouble, Legolas.� She protested. �I am perfectly content to sit right where I am and eat.�

  �It is no hardship, I can assure you. Besides, it has been far too long since I have enjoyed a proper meal in the company of friends.� He said and ducked back inside. What she didn�t know was a �proper meal in the company of friends� to Legolas meant a veritable feast and he, as all elves, could not pass up an opportunity for feasting and merriment even on a small scale.
  Jordan heard a knock and the creak of wood as the heavy front door was opened. She assumed this was one of Legolas� mystery guests and waited until they came into full view but instead Legolas rushed out, beckoning with his hand, urging her to stand up.

  �Come. Your handmaiden is here to assist you in readying yourself.�

  �I have a handmaiden?� She asked, more to herself than anything as she steadied herself with the canes and stood up.

  �What? Yes. She will help you dress. Come. She is waiting.� He said excitedly.

  Jordan slowly walked back into the great room aided by the canes, with Legolas by her side in case she stumbled.

  �Why do I need to dress?� She asked, still somewhat confused.

  �You do not wish to be seen in naught but your sleeping gown, do you?�

  Looking down at herself, she groaned. Now it all made sense. Legolas had practically yanked her out of bed earlier and she had not the time to put anything else on. Worse still, she had not thought to protest her attire but instead sat there on the balcony holding a conversation with a beautiful elf in what would probably be considered an immodest article of clothing in mixed company. She blushed from head to toe. If she could have dug a hole and climbed inside herself out of sheer embarrassment, she would have. Legolas found her reaction to this supposed impropriety quite amusing as he cared not what she wore.
   There was no time for Jordan to dwell on it as the young woman with a gown draped over her arm whisked her off to the bathing chambers. �Well, at least he was considerate enough to make sure I had something to wear.� She thought.

  �My name is Amaranthea but you can call me Thea; most people do. Amaranthea takes a long time to say, I find.� The young handmaiden chattered.

  �I�m Jordan.� She replied.

  Thea said nothing further and looked at Jordan as if she were waiting for her to do something. Jordan stared back at her nervously, unsure of what was expected of her.

  �You need to take that off, if I am to get this gown on you.� She said finally, motioning to Jordan�s sleeping gown.

  �Oh�sorry.� �That�s what she was waiting for.� Resting her weight on her good leg, she could set the canes aside and free her hands to pull the sleeping gown over her head. She handed it to Thea who folded it up and set it on a small stool in the corner. Jordan felt a little odd undressing in front of a complete stranger but did what was asked of her. Thea slipped the gown over Jordan�s arms and head and let the layered skirt fall around her to the ground, adjusting it here and there. The gown was quite beautiful and exquisitely detailed. It was pale blue in color with silver embroidery on the sleeves and bodice similar to a Celtic knot pattern. The sleeves were snug on the upper arm but widened out to a bell shape at the mid forearm with silver ribbon trim on the cuffs. The skirt was lined giving it a fuller appearance but the bodice and waistline were rather tight creating a slimming effect. The bodice had a square neckline with the same ribbon trim as on the cuffs; fairly modest, but revealing enough to show just a little of what God had graced her with on top. It laced up the back in the fashion of a corset which Thea proceeded to tighten with all her might, eliciting a gasp from Jordan as the air was forced out of her lungs. Now she understood why she needed help in dressing. There was no way she would have been able to get into this dress and lace it up alone. Once she was fully trussed into the thing; although the material was somewhat scratchy and constricting, she felt like a fairytale princess. She wished she could twirl around so that the skirt billowed out. Thea looked her up and down, satisfied with her work, then she said, �Now, we must do something with your hair!�
Jordan suddenly heard a great commotion and many voices through the door that separated the bathing chamber from the great room.

  �What is going on out there?�

  �Breakfast has arrived I would imagine.� The handmaiden replied nonchalantly, shrugging her shoulders.
  Thea made Jordan sit on a small bench so that she could brush her hair out. She separated the top half and divided into two sections; her deft fingers quickly braiding the hair on each side and securing the braids with small strips of leather. Jordan meanwhile was growing impatient under the handmaiden�s ministrations. The commotion had ceased outside and she was anxious to see what was going on. Thea wove the braids together at the back of Jordan�s head into an intricate knot and secured it with silver pins, leaving the rest to hang loose down her back.

  �There.� Thea said patting Jordan�s shoulders. �Oh! You cannot forget these!� She handed Jordan some slippers that matched the dress. Jordan put them on while she was still seated on the bench. They were a little large but they would have to do. She handed Jordan�s canes back to her. �Now, let me see you.�

Jordan stood up and turned around to face her. Thea stepped back to take in her overall appearance. She clasped her hands together.

  �Oh! You look very lovely. I think that color suits you well. Legolas will be very pleased.� She paused for a moment; then added, �If I may say so, you are so fortunate to have gained his affections�� She was practically gushing and she had a far-away, dreamy look in her eye. �There are many women in the palace that fancy him and they will all be dismayed to find he is no longer eligible.�

  �She must be one of them.� She laughed to herself. Then she realized what Thea was implying. Jordan tried to correct her but she went on talking.

  �No. We�re not��

  �Oh, listen to me go on about it! Sometimes I don�t know when to stop!� She babbled as picked up the hairbrush and the rest of the hair ties and put them back in her apron.

  �Nevermind.� Jordan groaned.

  Chattering on about how she talked too much, Thea paid no mind to what Jordan trying to say as she tidied up the bathing chamber. Finally she looked up and saw that Jordan was still standing there.

  �Go!� She said excitedly and motioned her out the door. �Your prince is waiting for you!�

  �Prince? As in the expression �prince charming� or a real prince?� She decided not to ask or she�d never get out of there. It was curious though. Could Legolas be a prince? He certainly had a dignified way about him but he was also humble as well. Whether he was royalty or not was hard to say.
  Upon exiting the bathing chamber, she saw that the great room was empty. As she slowly made her way out to the balcony, she began to get nervous. Who were Legolas� guests? Would the manner in which she walked make them uncomfortable? She did not have to wait long as they came into view and her to them.
  Seated to one side of the table was Eowyn and next to her, a man she assumed was Faramir; the other side, Legolas and an empty chair. All eyes were on her as she approached the table and she stopped a few feet from it, unsure of herself. Legolas and Faramir stood up as was the custom when a lady is to be seated, but Eowyn, as this was the first time she had seen her out of bed and walking since her injury, stood as well in honor of Jordan�s achievement. She was the first to go to Jordan and she gave her a gentle hug taking care not to cause Jordan to lose her balance.

  �Look at you!� She beamed. �You are radiant!� Sweeping her arm out to the man behind her, she said, �May I introduce my husband, Faramir.� Moving to stand beside his wife, he took Jordan�s hand in both of his.

  �I am pleased to finally make your acquaintance. Eowyn has told me much about you.�

   �I am pleased to meet you as well, Prince Faramir.�
   �You may call me Faramir, if you wish.�
  Never before had she felt so welcomed and cherished. Legolas neither spoke nor moved but only watched. He was struck by her transformation. Since their first ill-fated meeting, he had only seen her clothed in the tattered remnants of a dress and then a sleeping gown and never had he thought she looked more beautiful than this moment. Legolas moved in, taking her by the elbow to guide her to the empty chair next to his.

  �You look very beautiful.� He whispered to her. Jordan could not help but blush at this. Eowyn could not hear what Legolas whispered as it was beyond earshot of the rest of the company, but the scene did not go unnoticed. She was of the mindset that something was growing between these two; however unaware they were.
  The entire party sat at once and Jordan now noticed the once bare table was lavishly set and abundant in all manners of food and drink. Each one helped themselves to what was laid out on the table and ate heartily while the laughter as well as the wine flowed freely. Tales of youth, adventure, and great deeds were shared. Although Jordan had no such tale that could be told, she enjoyed the telling of each one and felt she had a better understanding of the people she now looked upon as friends.
  Then the inevitable happened. Faramir said, �Where is your homeland, Lady Jordan?�

  Jordan looked at Legolas with panic in her eyes. He simply nodded, conveying to her they could be trusted to know the truth. Underneath the table, he reached for her hand and pulled it towards him, intertwining his fingers with hers, to lend support. She took a deep breath and began the story of how she came to be in Middle Earth. Legolas watched as the eyes of his friends grew wide at the telling of her tale.
  Suddenly, Faramir�s expression turned to from disbelief to revelation. �Wait! I remember now! I heard a similar story of long ago when I was just a boy, during the time of the Last Alliance I think it was, and the story was thus: Travelers from a distant land came once to Minas Tirith seeking shelter and in their possession was a book with strange writing; a door to the stars and worlds beyond, they said. They bid the book be kept hidden until a time when one will come to call upon it again. Then the travelers vanished, leaving the book behind. It was said that they traveled back to the stars from whence they came and were never seen again. I cannot remember it in it�s entirety but I believe this is the book of which you speak and I believe you are the one whose coming was foretold.�
  �I do think we speak of the same book, Faramir, but there is no prophesy to be fulfilled. It was not me they spoke of. I heard the story too. The travelers were from my world; a D�ni named Tolkien and his followers. He wrote the book that linked your world to mine. I believe he was speaking about himself as he intended to return to Middle Earth and wanted to ensure the book would be kept safe as it was his only means to get back home. But things did not go as he planned and he never saw Middle Earth again. There was civil unrest in D�ni and his life was in danger. He spoke about an unseen evil and the possibility of war here in Middle Earth, so he was forced to flee to another age altogether.� She went on to tell them the story of Tolkien�s involvement with the Guild of Writers, the fall of D�ni, and how it was thought the link had been destroyed. After she had finished, she asked Faramir, �Do you know if the book is still kept at Minas Tirith?�

  �I cannot say. All this time, I thought it was a mere story told to lull young ones to sleep - the story of the people of the stars, as it was known.�
  Eowyn finally spoke for the first time since this discussion started. �Will you go to Minas Tirith then and seek out this book?�

  �It is my wish, yes.� Jordan replied.

  �And if you find it, what then?� Faramir asked. �Will you leave Middle Earth?�

  Legolas felt a stab of uneasiness. He once suggested she return to her homeland but he had assumed it was somewhere in Middle Earth. The though of her leaving Middle Earth, never to return, did not sit well with him for reasons he could not explain. He was glad he had let her hand go awhile back, so that she did not notice this change in him. He held his breath, awaiting her answer.

  �I do not know. At one time I was sure I wanted to go home but now I am not. Once I find the book, if it is there to be found, I will make my decision then.�

  �In the meantime, it seems you are in need of a new home. I extend the invitation to stay in Emyn Arnen for as long as you desire. I will see to it that you are moved to more suitable quarters.�

  �Thank you, Faramir. I can�t say how much that means to me. You all have been so kind and giving.� She was speaking to all of them, but her gaze settled on Legolas and lingered there for a time. Turning to Eowyn, she said, �Eowyn, I feel I must apologize to you. I�m sure it seemed I did not appreciate your company while I was ill, but in truth, I did. I was just afraid�afraid you would ask questions about my background that, at the time, I could not answer.�

  �No apology is needed. You were ill with grief and your heart was burdened with this terrible secret. Let us speak of it no more.� Eowyn replied with a kind smile. �Can you tell us what your world is like? Is it so different from this one?� The silver trays of food had practically been picked clean but there was still at least half a bottle of wine left.

  �I will tell you, if someone will pour me another glass of wine.� She said, laughing. Legolas refilled her glass as all were eager to hear.

  �Some things you will not understand, but I will try to explain them the simplest way I can. Legolas, do you have a piece of paper and ink?�

  �Aye. I will get them for you.�
  As he left the table, Jordan�s eyes followed him and she continued to gaze in that direction even after he disappeared inside; unaware that this action, although subtle, was not missed by those still present at the table.

  �You have feelings for him.� Eowyn stated her observation as if it were fact. Her words startled Jordan and she nearly jumped out of her chair, mostly out of embarrassment because she knew she had been caught staring.

  �No. I�he�I�ve just never seen an Elf before.� She stuttered.

  �Never?� She asked incredulously.

  �Never. There are no Elves in my world, or Dwarves or Hobbits for that matter; only the race of Men,� then she added, �and the D�ni, but they do not look any different from anyone else.�

  �You have started without me.� Legolas lamented as he returned to the table.

  Jordan reached out and put her hand on his arm as he sat down. �You have not missed anything.� Jordan eyes met with Eowyn�s and she quickly removed her hand and took up her wine glass. All eyes were on her now and the paper and ink before her.
   �My world was very similar to yours about 500 years ago,� She began, �and although the land looks the same in many places; like the forests, rivers, and mountains, there have been many technological advances that now sets them apart. There is running water to every home and building accessible with a simple turn of a handle. The water is carried in and out of your home through hollow metal tubes called pipes. They are usually buried underground, so you do not see them. One of the major advances was electricity. I can�t explain to you how it works or what it is made of; it would be beyond comprehension.
   �There are countless numbers of machines and devices that are powered from electricity. One very important device is the light bulb.� She drew a light bulb on the paper; then she drew a lamp to show its use. �It is made of glass and it is like the flame inside a lantern, but it is not flame and its light is brighter. Everyone has these in their home and with just the flick of a switch on the wall, there is enough light to turn night into day.� This elicited murmurs of astonishment. �A lesser one but still important is the refrigerator. It is a box made of metal and it keeps food cold, so it doesn�t spoil so quickly.�
  �What is life like there? How do you spend your time?� Eowyn asked.

  �Most people live in large cities with very tall buildings, sometimes called �skyscrapers� because they are so tall, it looks like they touch the sky.� She drew a city skyline with building of various heights and shapes. �Life is fast-paced. Most everyone goes to work at least five days out of the week, if not more. After work, there are chores around the home to be done; cleaning, getting food, washing clothes. In the evenings, those with families spend time together; those without, might get together with friends or just relax at home.�

  �I am not sure I understand your usage of the word �work�.� Faramir stated.

  �It is a general term for a place where one performs a skill or a trade. It can also refer to the skill or trade itself. Sometimes it�s also called a job. My job, obviously, is healer, but in my world, we are called doctors or physicians. I worked at a hospital which is where the sick and injured go; like your healing wing, only much larger. We no longer use horses for transportation. We now have what is called a �car�. They are usually made of metal with wheels like a cart. In a car, one can travel much faster than the fastest horse; faster than you could imagine.� This, too, evoked murmurs of wonderment. She drew the best representation of a car she could; then she drew one with the door open to show the details inside. �See? The driver sits here.� She pointed to the front seat. �This wheel here is called a �steering wheel�. It controls where the cars goes; left or right. There are two pedals on the floor; one to make it go faster and one to make it stop.�

  �Did you have one of these?� Legolas asked, pointing to the drawing.

  �Yes. Most everyone does.�

  �I think it would be frightening to travel that fast.� Eowyn said.

  Faramir laughed. �You? Afraid of going fast? I have seen how you ride!�

  �Well, yes, but she said �faster that the fastest horse�.� She argued.

  As they continued to banter back and fourth, Legolas asked. �How were you trained to become a doctor?�

  �I went to medical school.�

  Eowyn�s interest was perked and she ceased her argument with Faramir. �What is �medical school�?� She inquired.

  �It is a school that specializes in training doctors, or healers as you call them.�

  �Your world certainly does seem much different that ours. It must be hard to adjust to such a change.� Eowyn remarked.

  �It has been difficult, but having good friends makes it easier to bear.� Jordan said with a grateful smile.
   To her relief, they were not judgmental or suspicious but rather accepting and curious about her and her world. The conversation then turned to lighter subjects as the party wound down and the wine was finished off.

  �Legolas, I thank you for this lovely gathering but I regret I must take my leave. The sun is high and the day grows late; I have business that needs attending to.� Turning to Jordan, he said, �You have been most pleasurable company, Lady of the Stars. I look forward to hearing more about your homeworld.�

  �I regret I must leave as well. Ioreth will be expecting me soon. I am studying to become a healer.� Eowyn added.

  �That is wonderful, Eowyn. We will be seeing a lot of each other, then, as Ioreth has asked that I instruct her on the methods of healing used in my world.�

  �Does she know your secret?�

  �No. But I doubt I can keep it that way for long. She will start to wonder where I have gained my knowledge.�

  �Indeed, though you needn't worry it escaping my lips. Farewell to you both.�

  Faramir stood and offered Eowyn his arm. �Farewell.� He said with a bow and arm-in-arm, they left together.
  Finally, Legolas and Jordan were alone, once more.

  �Thank you for today, Legolas. I consider myself very fortunate to have a friend like you; and now Faramir and Eowyn, too.�

  �You are happy, then?�

  �Yes. I am.� She replied, somewhat surprised at this realization.

  �Good. It suits you far better than despair.�

  �What about you? Are you happy?�

  He smiled. �A feast for breakfast and wine before noon in the company of friends? For what more could I ask?� She thought she saw a flash of something in Legolas� eyes; something distant and longing; something that told her he was not being completely forthcoming; but it was gone just as quick as it appeared. Unlike herself who apparently could hide nothing from the Elf, there was an untouchable core within him, guarding his deepest secrets and desires that none could penetrate.
  �You have not told me yet, whose quarters we are in. I am guessing they are yours?�

  �Yes.�

  �How is it that an Elf lives in the palace of Men?�

  �This is not my true home. I have taken it upon myself to design the gardens for Faramir and Eowyn in honor of the bravery and self-sacrifice they displayed during the war and I stay here until my task is done.�

  �Eowyn fought in the war?�

  �Indeed. She went in secret, dressed as a soldier and slayed the Witch-King for he cut down her uncle, Th�oden, who was like a father to her.�

  �How very sad. It is hard to imagine Eowyn fighting in a battle. She seems so delicate.�

  �Indeed; but do not underestimate her nor the ability to find great courage and strength when something, or someone, you love is at stake; even in the smallest, most unassuming of persons.�

  �I don�t think I would ever be able to do such a thing.�

  �You may surprise yourself; but let us hope you need never find out.�

  �Where is your home then, if not here?�

  �Do you see that hill there?� He said, pointing off into the distance.

   �Yes.� Jordan answered.

   �Now, do you see the one behind it, slightly to the east?�

   �Yes.�

   �My home lies in the valley on the other side, about a half a day�s ride from here.�

  �A grander place than this, is it?� She said, making a wide sweeping gesture with her arms.

  �No. Modest by mortal standards I would suppose, but far more to my liking.�

  �What is it like?�

  �It is a beautiful land tucked away in the deep forest of tall trees; hidden to those who have not been shown the way. A small river runs through fed by an underground spring high in the mountains. There are dwellings on the ground, but most of the Elves reside in flets amongst the trees, adhering to the old tradition.� He omitted the fact that he himself settled the colony and was its lord, fearing it would make her uncomfortable.

  �Flets?�

  �Wooden platforms set amongst the branches of trees. Originally, they served as lookouts, but eventually they were used for dwellings as well. The Elves found that in the shelter of the trees, high off the ground, it was easier to defend oneself against an attack.�
  For some reason, the thought of an Elf living in a tree did not surprise her. �It sounds amazing.� She sighed, sleepy from overindulging in food and wine, and she leaned her head back against the railing and closed her eyes, using his description and her imagination to visualize it.

  �Lady Jordan?�

  �Hmm?� She replied automatically, with her eyes still closed. Then she realized someone had been speaking to her. �What?� She opened her eyes and sat up straight again. �Oh, I�m sorry Legolas. I don�t mean to fall asleep; I�m just so full and I think I�ve had a little too much wine.�

  �There is no need to apologize. Come inside and rest.� Legolas stood and held out his hand. She took it and he pulled her to her feet. �I regret I must leave for a few hours to meet with one of my advisors but you may make use of my quarters until I return.�

  �Are you sure you don�t mind?�

  �No, I do not mind. Come. I will help you get situated.�

  Legolas handed Jordan her canes and helped her inside and over to the spacious bed.

  �Already you are getting stronger and better balanced. Soon I think you will only need one.�

  �It might take a lot of practice, but I am willing to try.�

  �And I am willing to help you.�

  He arranged the pillows and motioned for her to lie down. The midday sun now warmed the room, so she was content to lie on her side atop of the silken coverlet. Legolas, feeling emboldened, reached out with his hand and lightly caressed the crown of her head like one would a child, hoping she would not take offense. She simply smiled and closed her eyes.

  �Sleep well, my lady.� He whispered and slipped out the door without a sound.
~~~~~
  After Legolas� meeting, he returned to his quarters to find Jordan where he had left her. She did not stir at the creak of the heavy wooden door as he entered. He moved silently about the room, tidying up, while occasionally glancing at Jordan to see if she was yet aware of his presence. The outcome of his meeting with Cailethas had left him frustrated. The negotiations with the Dwarves for the supply of stones traced with ithildin Legolas desired for the tops of the raised beds in the Garden had stalled. The Dwarves had increased their price. Now there was need for someone to go negotiate in person and there were none who were willing to have dealings with the Dwarves as most Elves still harbored distaste for them. Cailethas was insistent that Legolas simply forego the stone�s use but Legolas would not hear of it. It looked like Legolas would have to go himself to conclude the negotiations.
   He took down a small carved wooden chest off of a high shelf. Opening it, he took out the ornate glass bottle that contained miruvor, and small matching glass. He set them on the table next to his chair, and sat down with a sigh. There was something else. Something else bothered him but he could not place it. He looked over at Jordan�s sleeping form occupying his bed. It was her. He could not deny there was a strange attraction to her. She was so different from any ellith or woman he had ever met. Thought she held no power, she had an outerworldly presence not unlike the Maiar with her knowledge of things far beyond his comprehension. He knew it was unwise to become involved with her and yet he was still drawn to her. Part mortal, part D�ni; she would live much longer than is typical, but eventually her life would come to an end, resulting in devastating heartbreak. He had pleaded the Valar to send him a mate and here she appears from the stars. Mere coincidence or was this the grace of the Valar bestowed upon him? How would he know? If this was indeed the work of the Valar, he did not understand their choice. He imagined an ellith as his mate and together they would sail to the Undying Lands when their time in Middle Earth was over. Why would the Valar wish him such heartbreak? Had he not faithfully served their will in risking his immortal life for the good of Middle Earth? Would he anger them by refusing to acknowledge their gift? Perhaps she did not want an Elf, an immortal being, for a mate.
   He groaned inwardly and held his head in his hands. His mind was not used to such conflicting thoughts and it wearied him. He hoped the answers would reveal themselves soon. Pouring the miruvor into the small glass, he drank down the fragrant liquor all at once and felt somewhat renewed.
  Jordan awoke slowly, unsure of her whereabouts at first. The bed in which she lay was comfortable; more so than her own. There was the faint scent of a cool green forest after a spring rain; the scent that was unmistakably Legolas�. She inhaled the scent of him deeply. Now she remembered. She fell asleep in Legolas� bed. She stretched out languidly on the bed, letting her senses gradually return to her. Finally, she took a look around the room and was startled to find Legolas sitting in a nearby chair, watching over her as she slept. She found it a little unnerving but these were his quarters after all. She could not expect him to stay away.

  �Hello.� She said sleepily.

  �Hello, my lady. I trust you slept well?�

  �Too well. My own quarters dim in comparison.�

  Legolas smiled at this subtle admission. He knew she would never ask outright to be given special consideration. �Faramir said you would be moved to more suitable quarters and he is always a man of his word.�

  �I do not doubt it. How long have I been asleep?�

  �A few hours. It is just before evening meal.�

  �I should get back to my quarters. Thank you for letting me rest here.� She sat up and swung her legs around to sit on the edge of the bed but the pain in her head caused her to hold her head in her hands and groan.

  �What ails you my lady?� Legolas asked with a look of concern.

  �Oh, my head!� She groaned again. �Now I know I had too much wine.�

  �Here, try some of this.� He poured some miruvor into the tiny glass and handed it to her.

  �What is it?� She looked skeptically at the clear liquid.

  �It is miruvor, an Elvish cordial. It will strengthen and revive you.�

  She took a tentative sip. It was rather sweet and it felt warm going down her throat. She finished it and handed the glass back to Legolas. "Oh my goodness!� She felt amazing. Her head no longer hurt and she felt like she had just gotten the best sleep of her life. �That�s amazing!�

  Legolas smiled. �Is that better?�

  �Yes. I feel great. I can�t believe it.�

  �Would you allow me to escort you back to your quarters? Though you may feel restored, the stairs could prove quite treacherous.�

  She smiled back at him and their eyes met. �Yes, I would like that.�
~~~~~
  Back in her quarters, she tidied up a bit, putting the books laying on the side table back on the shelf and lit the candles about the room as it would be dark soon. Maeve brought her dinner of roast chicken and vegetables, a goblet of wine and had a full pitcher of water that she set on the cabinet by the door.

  �Thank you, Maeve.�

  �You are welcome, miss.�

  Surprisingly, she was hungry again, despite this morning�s feast. She sat in the chair and ate her supper from her lap. She let the wine be, this time; the mere thought of it churned her stomach. When she had finished, she set the tray aside and went to find a book to read from the bookshelf. After looking through several as most did not have titles on the spines, she found an unassuming, rather ratty looking book that had been pushed back behind two of the books. Inside, the title read �The Tale of Beren and L�thien�. �Hmm.� she thought. She figured she�d give it a try and set it next to her bed. Extricating herself from the bindings of her gown proved most difficult but she managed to loosen the ties in the back enough to slide it off. She carefully hung in up in the wardrobe and slipped her sleeping gown on. She fell asleep reading of the fair Elf maiden L�thien and Beren, the mortal that fell in love with her.
~~~~~
  Jordan woke to a handful of servants entering her room and gathering her belongings. Confused at first, she then remembered Faramir had said he would move her to more suitable quarters. He must have made good on his promise. She selected a simple gown of sapphire velvet and slipped into the bathing chambers to dress. When she emerged, the servants had just gathered the last of her belongings; at this point, she did not have much.

  �Come with us, we will show you to your new quarters.� One of them said.

  Jordan grabbed �The Tale of Beren and L�thien� possessively and handed it to one of the servants.

  �This goes too.� She said.
   With Jordan ambling along slowly behind them, the group made their way up several flights of stairs. Jordan was beginning to think this was a mistake. How was she going to navigate all these stairs? Going up was one thing, but coming down was another all together. Eventually arriving at an arched wooden door, the servants opened it and allowed her to walk through.

  �Oh!� She exclaimed and covered her mouth with her hands. It was gorgeous. The enormous room was very similar to Legolas� with a large four poster bed, a stone fireplace, a sitting area, and double doors that opened to a balcony. Other than this, the one thing that particularly stood out was a large vanity table with a mirror, the first she had seen in Middle Earth, directly opposite of the bed. She rushed out to the balcony as the servants put her things away. Like Legolas�, the balcony was high off the ground and the looked out over green, forested hills. One difference, however, was there was a snow-capped mountain range in the distance. Curiously, at its base, she saw a white tower set into the mountainside. As one of the servants came out onto the balcony, she questioned them.

  �What is that, there?� She asked excitedly, pointing to the tower structure.

  �Why, it�s Minas Tirith, the White City.�

  �Oh! I did not realize we were so close.�

  The servant just looked at her strange and said, �Will there be anything else, miss?�

  Jordan tore herself away from the view of Minas Tirith and turned to the servant. �No, no, everything�s fine. Thank you.�
   Once the servants had left, she reveled in her new surroundings. She felt like royalty. The room was richly appointed with hand carved furniture, tapestries decorating the walls, and hand-woven rugs to cover the stone floor which she imagined would be quite cold to the touch in winter. It was all very beautiful, but the balcony; the balcony was her favorite. There was a soft, velvet covered chaise lounge on which she could relax and read. There was no doubt she would put it to good use.
   To Jordan�s surprise, there was a knock at the door. It was Maeve bringing her breakfast. Jordan informed her that she would no longer require meals to be served to her in her quarters. From now on, she would be taking her meals in the dining hall. Maeve looked relieved to be rid of her extra duties, thanked her, and left. Jordan was now faced with a problem. She wanted to eat breakfast on the balcony, but Maeve had set the tray on the side table next to the bed. The use of her canes left no free hand to carry the tray. In order to accomplish her goal, she would have to forego the use of one. She practiced walking the length of her quarters and back before attempting to carry the tray. Although unsteady at first, she found after a few passes, she could walk rather confidently with just the one. It was a joyous realization and strange at the same time how having the use of one hand created such a feeling of freedom. Balancing the tray on her hip, she cautiously carried it out to the balcony and set it on the table. She celebrated her small victory that morning, basking in the warmth of the sun shining on the balcony that was hers alone and she was filled with a sense of peace she had not felt in a long while.
~~~~~
  After reveling in the joy of her accomplishment, she decided it was time to fulfill her agreement and teach Ioreth the ways of modern medicine. She made her way down the many flights of stairs and found her way to the Great Hall. She wandered around a bit, searching for the healing wing, but eventually ended up asking directions from a guard stationed at one of the doors.
  Jordan walked through the healing wing looking for Ioreth, all the while taking note of the lay out, level of sanitation, where supplies were kept, and any indication of record keeping methods. Ioreth emerged from a curtained off area and was quite surprised to see Jordan standing there.

  �Hello, Ioreth.�

  �Good day to you. I must say I did not expect to see you here. Your progress is remarkable!�

  �Well, I may never run again, but at least I am not confined to my bed.�

  �Indeed. Do you come seeking care or is there another matter at hand?�

  �Actually, there is something I would like to discuss with you. I said I would teach you my healing methods and I am willing to do so, if you are still interested.�

  �Oh, yes, of course!�

  �First, I would like to simply observe your ways for a while to get a better idea of your level of skill and your treatment methods, if that is alright with you.�

  Ioreth agreed this would be a good way to start and for the rest of the day, Jordan shadowed Ioreth, asking questions throughout, and did not return to her quarters until just before evening meal.
~~~~~
  As she sat at the vanity table brushing her hair, she was becoming increasingly nervous about eating in the dining hall; mostly because she did not know what to expect. Would it be crowded? Would others look at her strangely; treat her as an outsider? How would she know what was expected of her? All of these questions and more ran through her mind and self-doubt nagged at her. She was considering skipping dinner altogether when there was a soft knock at the door. Upon opening it, she found Legolas waiting on the other side, looking as regal as ever.

  �Good evening, my lady.�

  �Legolas! Please. Come in.� She was relieved to see him. Perhaps he could explain the protocols of the dining hall.

  �You are only using one walking cane!� He remarked, as he fell in step behind her.

  �I am.� She said proudly. �Born out of necessity, really. I could not carry my breakfast out to the balcony using two. I have a balcony! Come look!� She said excitedly.

  �I take it your new quarters are to your liking?� He said with a laugh at her enthusiasm.

  �That is an understatement. I love it!�

  �I am happy for you.�

  As they stepped out onto the balcony, she said, �Look! You can see Minas Tirith!� She turned to him with a gleeful smile and it filled him with joy to see her so happy.

  �I have come to ask��

  �I was going to ask��

  They both spoke at once; then laughed at their folly.

  �You go first.� Jordan said.

  �I have come to ask if you would allow me to escort you to the dining hall.�

  �Oh, yes, thank you!� She sighed with relief. �I was just going to ask you what it was like. I was so nervous about going alone.�

  �You needn�t worry now. Shall we?�

  The corridors were fairly wide. Legolas offered his arm and she intertwined her with his and side-by-side, they walked to the dining hall.
~~~~~
  As they approached the dining hall, a dull roar could be heard as the people talked and laughed and enjoyed their meal. This was the first time she had taken a meal in the dining hall and Jordan began to get nervous about the large crowd. Legolas sensed her apprehension as her pace slowed.

  �What is it?�

  �There are so many people. What if they all stare?�

  �Then let them. You look lovely.� This did not quell her fear, so he added, �most will be quite occupied with their food, drink, and conversation; I assure you, they will hardly take notice.�

  She did receive a few odd looks but none openly stared as they took their seats towards the head of the main table near Faramir and Eowyn. Jordan was relieved to see familiar faces. �Good evening, Eowyn, Faramir.� She greeted them.

  �Good evening to you.� They replied.

  Wine, ale, and water were the beverages of choice on the table, and Jordan opted for the water again. Dinner was served shortly after their arrival; an unidentified meat, roasted potatoes, and bread. She dared not ask.
  �Legolas,� Faramir began, �I received word earlier today that there is need for me to go to Minas Tirith. Aragorn has called all advisors to him for talks of a trade agreement with the Easterlings.�

  �The Easterlings?� He said with distaste. �What is Aragorn thinking?�

  �Nothing is set, but he feels it would be wise to eliminate the threat by offering such a goodwill gesture. They will be eager to accept as their people have been devastated and their lands depleted by the war.�

  �I see. A wise move indeed, however, I fear they are not to be trusted.�

  �I thought you and your lady should come along. Aragorn and Arwen are anxious to see you, Legolas. As well, I thought it may provide an opportunity for you, Jordan, to search for your book."

  �Your lady?� She thought, but let it go. She looked to Legolas for his reaction before she responded.

  �When does Aragorn have need of you?� Legolas inquired.

  �Three weeks hence.�
  Jordan�s excitement was growing at the prospect of traveling to Minas Tirith.

  �I foresee a problem with that. Negotiations with the Dwarves have stalled. The original agreement is no longer satisfactory to them and it may be necessary for me to reopen negotiations in person.�

  �Send one of your advisors in your stead.�

  �I would that, but they refuse. They still cling to the old ways.�

  �How unfortunate. Well, if there is some arrangement to be made, give me word and I will make the necessary preparations for your inclusion.�

  With that, Jordan�s hopes of going to Minas Tirith any time soon were dashed. In addition, it sounded like Legolas would be leaving Emyn Arnen for a time. She concealed her disappointment and turned to Eowyn. �Will you be accompanying Faramir, Eowyn?�

  �For certain.� She answered. She looked at Faramir lovingly and smiled. �Where he goes, I go as well. I would not have us parted.�

  Faramir brought his hand to her face and kissed his wife; a short but sweet kiss. Jordan felt a stab of jealously, but simply smiled at their display of affection. It was quickly dismissed as there was a great commotion and cheering behind her.

  �What is happening?� Jordan asked.

  �The musicians are about to play.� Legolas answered, pointing to the side of the dining hall.

  Her excitement returned. �Oh! I love music!� She watched eagerly in anticipation as the musicians took their places. The whole dining hall clapped and cheered as they started to play. The music was lively and sounded similar to an Irish jig.

  �Does this happen every night?� She yelled over the din.

  Legolas leaned in close and spoke into her ear. �No, only but once a week.�

  For a moment time stood still and everything around her was forgotten as she became acutely aware of his closeness, the scent of him, and the warmth of his breath on her neck. She found herself wanting to lean in to him further and feel his strong arms around her. Her face had been turned towards the musicians while he spoke and when she turned her head towards him, she did so too quickly, before he had a chance to lean back, and she realized their lips were millimeters apart. Her breath hitched as she looked into his eyes and thought for a moment he was going to kiss her. The desire was apparent in his eyes, but he held perfectly still, perhaps waiting for the tiniest perception of movement towards him to indicate her willingness, but she turned away shyly. Her heart was pounding and her face flushed. She took up a mug of ale and drank from it as a distraction, hoping his gaze would be elsewhere when she put it down. To her relief, he was looking to the back of dining hall as she set the mug back down on the table. Suddenly, Legolas was tugging at her other hand.

  �Come. There is someone I would like you to meet.�
~~~~~
  They made their way through the crowd of onlookers and people dancing to the back of the dining hall near the exiting doors. To her surprise, she was face to face with another Elf.

  �This is Cailethas, my friend and trusted advisor.�

  He was also beautiful, like Legolas; very tall and fair skinned, but whereas Legolas had very light golden hair, Cailethas� was dark, almost black.

  �Cailethas, this is the Lady Jordan.�

  �So, you are the lady Legolas talks so much about. I am pleased to finally make your acquaintance.� He said with a slight bow. It made her curious to know just what Legolas had said about her.

  �It is good to meet you as well. You are helping Legolas with the garden, then?�

  He grinned at Legolas. �I think he finds me more of a hindrance than help right now, but yes.�

  �Do you live here in Emyn Arnen or are you from the Elf-colony?�

  �The fairer land of the Elf-colony is where I call home, but alas, my lord has need of me here.� He sighed overdramatically.

  �Who is your lord?�

  Cailethas raised his eyebrow. �Why, Legolas of course; Lord of the Elves of Ithilien.� Her look must have been one of shock for he said, �Oh�you did not know.� Turning to Legolas, he said, �Forgive me, Legolas. I fear I have said too much.�

  ��-moe edhored, mellon n�n.�

  �Hannon le, h�r n�n.� He nodded to Jordan. �My lady.� He said and walked off.

  �What did you say to him?�

  �I told him, there is nothing to forgive. He thanked me.�

  �I think you have some explaining to do.� She looked at him expectantly.

  �Let us go somewhere private, and I will tell you what you want to know.� He said solemnly.
~~~~~
  He led her outside the dining hall into the cool night air and down a path to the courtyard. They walked in silence across the courtyard, over the grass, to a stone wall being overtaken by green vines. Legolas opened the gate and allowed Jordan to walk through first. They walked further still, down a path following along the inside of the wall, lit by lanterns hanging on metal stakes driven into the ground until they came to a large semicircular stone fountain built right into the wall. He motioned for her to sit down on its edge. Legolas sat down next to her and hung his head and kept his eyes focused on the ground.

  "You are unhappy with me."

  �It is true what he said? Are you the Lord of the Elves of Ithilien?�

  �Aye. It is true. As well, I am the Prince of Eryn Lasgalen.� He said quietly.

  �You told me about your home and yet you intentionally left those details out. Why?�

  �I feared it would make you uncomfortable. You seemed to be unaccustomed to those with titles. I did not want you to feel a need to treat me differently because of what I am.�

  �I may have or I may not have, but you did not give me that chance.�

  �I know; and for that, I am sorry.�

  �How can you be Lord of the Elves of Ithilien and Prince of Eryn Lasgalen at the same time?�

  �I am a prince by title only. I have no kingdom to rule over. My father is the King of Eryn Lasgalen and he will not hand down his reign anytime soon. He will linger in Middle Earth until all of the Elves have gone on to Valinor, until his kingdom is all but spent, and he will diminish into the forest and become nothing more than shadow and myth.�

  �Where is Valinor?�

  �Across the sea. The Undying Lands; the true home of the Elves. Long ages have passed since the Elves were called home but most did not heed that call. They chose to remain in Middle Earth; but the time of the Elves is over and many will be leaving these shores, never to return. I have gathered all of the Elves that wish to remain and we have made our new home in the forests of Ithilien. Our purpose is to restore these lands ravaged by war, neglect, and misuse, to what they once were.�

  �Will you eventually sail to Valinor?�

  �Aye, thought not for many years. There is much to accomplish.�
  Jordan did not say anything further. It made her terribly sad to think that one day Legolas would be leaving for Valinor, that she may never see him again. After a long silence, Legolas stood and dropped to one knee before her, bowing his head.

  �I have not been forthcoming with you and I am sorry. Do I have your forgiveness?� He asked solemnly. She did not know why she did so, but she extended a shaking hand and caressed the side of his head, running her hand down the length of his hair; smoothing it.

  �Of course you have my forgiveness.� She said gently.

  He took her hand from his hair and put it to his face, pressing his cheek into it and holding it there with his own. Then he brought it to his lips and kissed it.

  �Thank you, my lady.� He looked up at her, eyes shining with joy. Jordan was surprised at his reaction and it gave her the same flushed, heart pounding feeling she had in the dining hall. Then she knew.

  �I�m falling for him. No�I�m falling for him. It�s already begun. NO�I can�t let this happen. Nothing good could come from it.� She bemoaned to herself. She quickly decided to direct their attention elsewhere as Legolas stood up and sat back down next to her on the fountain�s edge. �So, what is this place you have taken me?�

  �It is my garden.�

  �This is the garden you have been working on? Oh, Legolas! It is beautiful!�

  �Would you like me to show you around?�

  �Please.�
  Lanterns lit the way and as they walked along the path, he shared with her his vision for the garden, stopping at many of the raised beds to point out the various kinds of flowers, plants, and herbs growing there. There is still much to do,� he explained, �but I expect it should be completed by the end of the summer. As they made their way towards the center of the garden, Jordan saw a large pond. In the middle was a small island where there sat an intricately carved wooden gazebo. Inside the gazebo hung a few of the same lanterns as on the path; creating a glow from within. In addition, a small arched wooden bridge connected the island to the mainland.

  �We should turn back now. The rest of it is largely unfinished. As well, you must be growing weary from such a long walk.

  �As much as I hate to leave this place, I am getting pretty tired. I did not realize it was so large when you spoke of it. You have really done a wonderful job.�

  �Thank you. Come. I will walk you back to your quarters.�
~~~~~
  By the time they reached Jordan�s quarters, she was exhausted.

  �Thank you for showing me your garden. It was so beautiful.�

  �You are welcome and you may return anytime you wish.�

  �Thank you. Good night, Legolas�

  �Good night, my lady.� He said putting his hand over his heart and bowing.
  Finally alone, she struggled out of her gown and hung it up in the wardrobe. Then she quickly put on her sleeping gown, eager to climb into bed. But sleep did not come. Her mind was at war. Her thoughts kept returning to Legolas; how his soft touch made her heart race. But he was an Elf, an immortal. One day he would leave for Valinor. She did not know where this was but it sounded far away. She could not let herself succumb to these feelings. She would have to put some distance between her and the Elf. To do so, meant she would need to keep herself as busy as possible.
~~~~~
  As the days went by, Jordan was becoming increasingly accustomed to her new quarters, putting personal touches here and there and rearranging the furniture to her liking. She had acquired all that she needed on a daily basis, had a variety of gowns to choose from and eventually fell into a routine which made her feel like a productive member of society. She finally felt at home, as much as one could.
  She considered teaching Ioreth about modern medicine her �job� now, so to speak, and she �worked� about four hours a day. She left her quarters in the morning and usually did not return until evening. Firstly, she would eat breakfast in the dining hall. After breakfast, she spent at least an hour exploring the palace and surrounding areas to build up her strength and keep herself in shape. Then, it was off to �work� in library, painstakingly drawing diagrams and anatomy charts for Ioreth. It was a long process with only a quill and ink at her disposal but it did not matter; there were no deadlines to meet.
   She took a leisurely pace in her activities; always busy but never hurried. It was a refreshing change from the hectic schedule she kept back home. Evening meals in the dining hall were the only times she saw Legolas of late. They would sit together and share the events of each other�s day. But when the meal was finished, they would part ways and Jordan would take a walk in the cool evening air. Jordan never asked Legolas to join her and he no longer offered to escort her, sensing her need for solitude. He did not understand why she no longer desired his company outside of evening meal, but was unsure how to approach the subject tactfully.
  Jordan spoke to Faramir about providing her with a tutor of some kind to teach her about the history of Middle Earth; someone who could be trusted to be discrete about her background. Faramir immediately suggested that she put Legolas to the task, but Jordan declined, using the excuse that she did not want to pull him away from his work on the garden. He eventually chose his chief chronicler, Turgon, and twice a week, they would meet in Faramir�s personal study instead of the library to alleviate the chance of someone overhearing their conversation.
  She learned she had arrived in Middle Earth in early spring and now it was fast approaching mid summer. The days were getting quite hot and the evenings did not cool down so much anymore. She found even the lightest gowns became cumbersome in the heat but the stone palace stayed relatively cool, so she learned to stay indoors during the midday. Thankfully, in addition to the several gowns, she also acquired a light silken robe from Eowyn to wear in the evenings instead of the heavier cotton sleeping gowns she had.
~~~~~
  On this particular night, although the stars covered the sky, much warmth from the sun still lingered. She removed her restrictive gown and put on the flowing white silken robe Eowyn had given her. She poured herself a glass of wine; then carried a few of the candelabras out on the balcony. Taking one of the long matches from a tin by the fireplace, she walked around her quarters lighting each individual candle, working her way out to the balcony where she lit those as well. Sitting down on the chaise, she could see the lights of Minas Tirith through the darkness. She imagined many people were doing the same thing there, as she was here.
   As beautiful and peaceful as it was, her thoughts turned wistful and bittersweet as she thought of her former home. There were so many things that she missed; all of the modern conveniences she took for granted. Normally, it did not bother her, but for some reason tonight was different. As she looked out over the expanse, she felt like no more than a tiny speck in the universe, lost and so far away from everything she ever knew. She was grateful for her friends but this did not keep her loneliness at bay tonight. She longed for something more; more intimate; the closeness and comfort that only a lover could provide. By her own doing had she put distance between her and Legolas with the objective of quelling her feelings for him, but to her dismay, all it resulted in was longing for the more private times she had spent with him. Some music, at least, would have been a comfort; to let her mind go and let the music flow through her, losing herself in the feeling it created, but alas, she had neither.
   Therefore, she closed her eyes and let her mind become the player and listened to the music in her head. So lost was she in the music of her mind, she almost missed the soft knock at the door. It was probably Maeve, the housekeeper, bringing fresh linens for tomorrow but the hour was fairly late for such tidings. Standing, she quickly adjusted her robe and tightened the sash, making sure she was properly covered and went to open the door. She was not expecting to find Legolas on the other side and she could not hide her surprise. He misread her reaction and thought he was disturbing her.

  �Forgive me. I should not have come at this late hour. I will bid you good night, then.� He bowed and turned to leave.

  �Wait, Legolas.� She said gently. �You are not disturbing me. You may come in, if you wish.� He kept his expression neutral but her words flowed through him, enveloping his heart, causing it to flutter. �I was just sitting out on the balcony having a glass of wine; would you care to join me?�

  �Aye. I would like that.�

  As she poured the wine, she asked, �Have you found anyone to negotiate with the Dwarves yet?�

  �Not as of late. I am sorry. I know you were eager to go to Minas Tirith.�

  �It is alright. Some other time, perhaps.�

  �Perhaps.�
  He followed her out onto the balcony and they sat together on the chaise and sipped their wine; each lost in their own thoughts as they gazed at Minas Tirith with its multitude of lantern and candle lights glittering in the distance like a radiant gem. It was enough just to be near one another and not a word was spoken for a long while, as if remaining silent would hide them from the passage of time and allow this moment to go on forever; though neither would admit their desire.

  �What do you miss most about your homeworld?� Legolas asked softly.

  Jordan smiled. �Other than running water?� She said with a laugh. �Music. I miss music.�

  �There is music here in Middle Earth.� Legolas pointed out. �Is music in your world different?�

  �Some of it is. But it is the manner in which we listen to it that is different. We do not have to wait for someone to sing a song or play an instrument. We have a device that captures sound. Once it has captured the music and their voice, you can listen to the song over and over again, anytime you want.

  �It is unfortunate you did not bring such a device with you. I am very fond of music as well.�

  �It would not work here. It needs electricity.�

  �Oh, of course.� Legolas said. �Can you sing? Perhaps you could sing us a song.�

  �I can sing but that doesn�t mean I do it well.�

  Legolas smiled. �It matters not, if you put your heart into it.�

  �Okay. You were warned. I will sing you a lullaby from a realm in my world called Ireland.� As she sang, she held his gaze and he hers, as if it were not just a song but that she truly meant the words for him alone.
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  Legolas was mesmerized. He was sure the song must be some sort of magic spell, for as he listened, a calmness filled his heart and stilled his mind, washing over him like waves upon the sand. He was wrong before and took back his words when he said he never saw her look more beautiful than at this morning�s feast. It was this moment, as she sang to him.
   When she finished, he did not speak but continued to look into her eyes. The desire welled up in him to feel the caress of her hand on his face again, to touch her lips with his, to drink in their sweetness but he was hesitant to act upon it. Every time they had been close, she had turned away.

  �Legolas?� She placed her hand over his to shake him from this enchantment. Her touch was all it took. Without saying a word, he turned his hand over, interlaced his fingers with hers, and pulled her to him; his azure eyes gazing deep into hers. He brought his other hand up and gently caressed the side of her face. She could not turn from his gaze. She was utterly lost in him; breathless; he was so beautiful, her heart ached. Sliding his fingers under her chin, he guided her lips to his and kissed her; tentatively at first, but as her trembling hand slid down his muscular back, he knew she wanted this as well. He wrapped his arms around her and pulled her closer, deepening the kiss.
   Her lips were full and soft and he drank from them; tasting and sucking. She let them part and he explored her warm mouth with his tongue. Her other hand slid up his back, through his long, silken hair, knotting her fingers in it. Her tongue played with his, rolling over each other as their kissing became more passionate, more insistent; his lips crushing hers. He moved his hand up her back until he felt his fingers glide slowly over the soft skin of her neck. He let them wander down the front of her neck and over the hollow between her collar bones; tracing them out to her shoulders, reveling in the feeling of her bare skin touching his. She could not stop; she did not want to stop.
   Legolas slowed their pace; lightening the touch of his lips on hers, and with one last caress, he pulled his head back, gazing down at her. She smiled contently and ran her thumb across his cheek. She laid her head on his chest and he held her tight with one arm; smoothing her hair with the other hand and they remained that way for some time. Eventually, he pulled away just enough to see her face although his arm remained around her, and she looked up at him and saw him smiling at her.

  �Your song was most remarkable. I have never heard anyone use their voice like that before. I believe you have cast some spell over me. Can you heal with your voice as well?�

  �No.� She smiled. �And I assure you, I can cast no spells. It�s just a lullaby. They�re sung to make people fall asleep.� She said, yawning.

  �I think it has worked.� He laughed gently. �I will take my leave and let you rest.�

  He stood and reached for her hand. She placed it in his and together they walked to the door.

  �Good night, Adanath Elenion.� He said as he kissed her hand.

  Hearing him speak in his native tongue sent shivers coursing through Jordan�s body; it was so beautiful.

  �What does that mean?� She asked softly.

  �Faramir once called you �Lady of the Stars�. That is its Elvish translation.�

  �Good night, my prince.�
Elvish translations:

�-moe edhored, mellon n�n - There is nothing to forgive, my friend

Hannon le, h�r n�n - Thank you, my lord

Adanath Elenion - (lit.) Mortal female of stars
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