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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 List
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Chapter 11 - The Greater Good
  Once the door was shut, Jordan leaned in and pressed her forehead against it, running her hand over the worn wood. �Legolas.� She breathed. Leisurely, she made her way around her quarters, blowing out the candles one by one, leaving one lit next to the bed. Still lost in the moment of their kiss, she wandered out to the balcony, extinguishing the candles there, and stood in darkness at the railing watching the lights from Minas Tirith.
   She could still taste him. She brought her hand up lightly touching her fingertips to her lips, still swollen from Legolas� passion, and sighed. Why did things have to be so complicated? He was an Elven Lord�and he was immortal. They couldn�t be any more different. What kind of future would they possibly have? To be immortal was beyond her understanding. He would never age; forever remaining youthful and beautiful, but she, she would; the effects of time would ravage her body; the long years of her life would be etched on her face. What then? Would he still desire to be bound to an old crone? Eventually, she would die; leaving him to linger for eternity in this world alone. It was too great of a burden for her to bear. �This is crazy. I can�t believe I am even having this conversation with myself!� The fact that she was considering what her life would be like with an immortal being from another world was so ridiculously absurd, she had to laugh. As of six months ago, the only immortals known to her would be characters in some fantasy novel; usually darker characters, like vampires. They did not truly exist. Yet here she was; by her own choice no less�and Legolas was real; he was warm and alive, and she could not deny she desired his touch. �Oh, for goodness sake, it was just a kiss! It�s not like he professed his undying love.� She chided herself. She blew out the last candle and crawled into bed.
  The next morning, Jordan went about business as usual but it was not without a general feeling of unease. She was apprehensive about seeing Legolas again. She did not know what to expect and was afraid it may be awkward. She found herself scanning the corridors, ever on the watch as she moved about the palace, hoping to avoid an unexpected encounter. However, he did not seek her out and they did not cross paths. In the healing wing that afternoon, Jordan was learning as well as teaching. Without the benefit of pharmaceuticals, she would have to rely on the limited abilities of botanical medicine, if she wished to treat patients. She was surprised to discover not only did Ioreth utilize herbs; but flowers, berries, seeds, roots, and bark were part of her pharmacopeia as well. Ioreth gave Jordan a brief overview of the usage and effects of the various substances. To Jordan�s dismay, there were no books in which this information was kept. Ioreth relied solely on memory and years of experience. It would take Jordan years to memorize all of it. She wished there was some way she could take notes, but here, writing was considerably more difficult that just taking up a piece of paper and pen. Ioreth then began to delve deeper into the complexities of the methods of preparation, proper storage, and where they were grown. Jordan was having a difficult time processing this enormous amount of new information. She could only retain a fraction of what Ioreth was saying. Her mind was simply elsewhere.

  �Now, what is the first step in preparing willow bark tea?�

  �Oh�What?�

  �Willow bark tea.� Ioreth reiterated. �What is the first step in its preparation? Were you not listening?�

  �No. I�m sorry, Ioreth. I just can�t seem to focus today.�

  �So it would seem. I think we have covered enough for today. Perhaps we can start again tomorrow when your mind is rested.�

  �Yes. Thank you.�

  Jordan left the healing wing in haste, frustrated at her lack of concentration. It was that damn Elf! Sooner or later, she would have to face him. What would she say? How should she act? Should she carry on as if nothing happened between them? She did not know much about Elven customs but she had her suspicions that even a mere kiss was not taken as lightly here as it was in her world.
  Unbeknownst to Jordan, Legolas� mind was burdened as well. So caught up in the moment had he been, all reasoning was lost and he had not asked permission to kiss her as was proper. Although she seemed a willing participant, he worried she may be angry with him for taking such a liberty. To say that he regretted the kiss, however, would taste a lie in his mouth. All told, he looked toward the impending evening meal with slight apprehension.
  Instead of retreating to her quarters, Jordan decided to get away from the palace altogether and go for a walk. The wall surrounding the palace so far had only been completed on one side. She set out in the opposite direction, skirting around the far eastern end of Legolas� garden, and into the woods beyond. She knew she should not stray far for she walked slowly and tired easily. She did not wish to be caught out here in the dark. Nonetheless, she heard the sound of rushing water and decided to follow the sound. Luckily, she did not have to wander long. She came upon a large stream, and she marveled at her discovery. Pools of pale blue water swirled in the slower flowing portions, clear all the way to the rocky bottom, but becoming a misty white as it flowed over and around the higher boulders that occasionally broke the surface. She dared not swim in such a swift current although it was warm enough to do so. Sitting down on the bank, she took off her shoes, pulled up the hem of her dress, and eased her legs into the cool water. Putting her arms behind her, she leaned back and let her legs dangle in the current. Then she noticed something strange. She could register the temperature of the water with her injured leg. She thought it was all in her mind at first, so she pulled it out of the water and touched the skin with her fingertips. It was hard to be certain. If there was any feeling, it could be masked by the effects of the cold water. She rubbed her leg vigorously with her hands, searching her mind for acknowledgment of any sensation, however slight. There. Just below her knee. The sensation on the skin surface was dulled somewhat but she could feel distinct pressure from her hand. Further down toward her foot, it remained unchanged, but from just below her knee to the middle of her shin, feeling was coming back. That the nerve had been compressed by swelling and scar tissue was just not a possibility; she would have regained feeling long before now. It had to be that the nerve was regenerating. It was the only explanation. But how, she did not understand. It was not humanly possible. The part of her that was D�ni, however, could be responsible for this miracle, for lack of a better word. Nothing was ever recorded about their general health, healing properties, or genetic makeup. All of the day�s previous troubles were forgotten and she laughed out loud from sheer elation. She tried not to get her hopes up too high as this could be the extent of it with no further regeneration occurring, but somehow she did not think it to be so. �I have to tell Legolas!�
  As it were, she had lingered there too long and hoped she would make it back in time for evening meal. She walked as fast as she could, but it was not fast enough. Out of frustration, she pushed herself harder; her anxiety growing by the minute as she was so excited to share her news.
  Thankfully, it was Thursday and the dining hall would be quiet. She had been relieved to learn a while back that the dining hall only hosted a large crowd on Highday, or Friday as it was known to her. Highday marked the end of their week and was a time for celebration and relaxation. Faramir, a philanthropist at heart, opened the dining hall for evening meal on this day to anyone, including the poorer folk inhabiting the nearby village. Any other evening witnessed a considerably more subdued affair with only the royal couple, appointed guests, and occasionally the palace guards in attendance.
  When she finally reached the palace grounds, the sun was already sinking beneath the horizon. Her chest was heaving and her muscles burned from the exertion. She stopped a moment to rest and catch her breath; leaning heavily on her cane. Looking around, she noticed all was quiet and except for the guards at the main doors, there was not a soul to be seen. Evening meal must already be underway. The guards nodded to her as they opened the doors allowing her to pass through. She caught a glimpse of Legolas at the far end of the corridor just as he was about to enter the dining hall.

  �Legolas!� She yelled, waving frantically. �Legolas!�

  Upon hearing her cries, he turned quickly and came running in her direction with a look of concern on his face.
�What is it? What has happened?� He asked worriedly, grabbing hold of her hand.

  All apprehension about seeing Legolas again after their kiss was forgotten. �The most remarkable thing.� She answered with a smile.

  �You are not hurt, then?�

  �No!� She laughed. �Quite the opposite.�

  �Please, tell me what has happened!� He demanded impatiently.

  �I am starting to regain feeling in my injured leg.�

  Without warning, he picked her up by the waist and spun her around in a circle. She let out a squeal of surprise, turning to laughter as he set her down gently. �This is wonderful news! But how is it possible? You told me��

  �I know, I know. But somehow the nerve is starting to regenerate. The only explanation I can give is that I am half D�ni. There must be something in their genetic makeup that can repair nerve damage.�

  �Genetic what?�

  �Genetic makeup; like building plans for your body. It�s what determines your hair color, eye color, whether you�re��

  Just then Eowyn and Faramir came rushing up.

  �Is something amiss?� Faramir asked.

  Eowyn added, �We heard raised voices.�

  �There is no need for concern.� Legolas addressed them. �Jordan has just informed me that she has begun to regain feeling in her injured leg.�

  �That is wonderful!� Eowyn remarked.

  �I will send for our finest wine. This calls for a celebration! Tell her Legolas.� Faramir said with a twinkle in his eye.

  As they walked toward the dining hall together, Legolas said to Jordan, �As well, I have some news you will be happy to hear. Cailethas feels badly about his recent error in judgment, so he has agreed to negotiate with the Dwarves in my stead as reparation, freeing me to escort you to Minas Tirith.�

  �We�re going to Minas Tirith?� She asked excitedly.

  �Aye. In one week�s time.�

  Jordan stopped walking and turned to face him. She couldn�t believe her good fortune. She would finally be able to see for herself what she could only imagine as she looked upon the White City every night from her balcony. Eowyn gave Faramir�s hand a slight tug urging him to continue and let them alone.

  �Oh, Legolas!� She hugged him tightly about the chest. He was surprised at her sudden display of affection and froze for a moment, holding his breath. As she clung to him, he slowly let his breath out and put his arms around her. It was supposed to be simply a grateful hug but she felt such comfort in his arms, she lingered in his embrace. The faint scent of her lavender soap filled his senses. There was something he felt when she was near, something aching and longing from deep inside; like this was last time he was to look upon her. He felt a strange emptiness when she let him go; as if he had lost a part of himself. At first, he could not explain these feelings; then it finally became clear. Desire. He desired that which he could not yet have. Earlier, he decided that if the possibility existed that it was in she the Valar deemed his destiny lie, it deserved to be explored. What he found was, whether by the will of the Valar or not, his feelings towards were moving past the precincts of friendship; setting a new path about his feet. Where it would lead, he did not know; but whether to his very destruction, it was too late to turn back now. The only question was would she follow?

  �What is it, Legolas?�

  �It is nothing.� He said, putting on an enchanting smile to hide his inner discord.

  She started into the dining hall and he fell in step behind her.
  �There you two are!� Faramir said with mock exasperation.

The meal had already been served to empty seats and the wine was on the table. Legolas pulled out a chair allowing Jordan to sit first. As he took his seat next to her, he spied the wine bottle.

  �Dorwinion!� He exclaimed, picking up the bottle to take a closer look. �This was always on hand in Mirkwood. It was my father�s favorite. I have not tasted it in ages.�

  �Ah, yes. I thought you may appreciate that.�

  �How did you come by this?�

  �It was a wedding gift.� Eowyn offered.

  �Are you certain you want to share this?� Legolas asked the couple incredulously.

  Faramir slapped the table with both hands; a wide grin lighting up his face. �Without a doubt! Wine is for drinking, is it not?�

  �Dorwinion? What is that?� Jordan asked, looking to Legolas, then Faramir.

  �Dorwinion lies in a region known as Wilderland. Renowned for its vineyards, it produces some of the finest wine in all of Middle Earth.� Legolas explained.

  Faramir added, �Its potency can cloud the judgment of even the strongest man but it will evoke deep and pleasant dreams.�

  �You know your wine well.�

  �Legolas, will you do us the honor?�

  Legolas dislodged the stopper and filled everyone�s goblet with the dark, pungent liquid.

  Faramir held his goblet high saying, �A toast!�

  Eowyn, Jordan, and Legolas all raised their goblets in turn.

  �To good fortune, good friends, and a safe journey.�

  �Aye.�

  �Here, here.�

  �Wait!� Jordan cried.

  The others had already brought their goblet to their lips prepared to drink, but froze at her outcry.

  �It is a tradition in my world. After a toast, one must clink their glass together with everyone present at the table, like this.� She tapped Legolas� goblet with her own. All extended their goblets at once, following her example. Laughter erupted as they tried to maneuver their goblets around each other�s and could not remember who clinked whose.
Jordan sampled the heady wine; it had a slightly bitter, acidic undercurrent which burned her throat going down; turning to a pleasant warmth that spread across her face and down to her belly.

  �Whoa!� Her whole body shuddered. �You weren�t joking.� This caused another peal of laughter for they understood all too well her initial reaction to the Dorwinion wine. The wine was set aside as they ate their meal of stewed meat and potatoes with warm bread for dipping before it became cold.
  The journey to Minas Tirith was the topic of conversation as they finished supper.

  �I think we are agreed we should all travel on horseback rather than tow a cart for the women, are we not?�

  �Aye. Horseback would be faster.�

  Jordan felt compelled to speak up upon hearing this. �I don�t really know how to ride a horse.�

  �I see. Well��

  Eowyn broke in, �I will teach her.�

  �You will? Thank you, Eowyn.�

  �Yes. It will give us a chance to talk of more�womanly things.� She said, alluding to the fact that the present conversation was quickly shifting in favor of the males.

  �Good. It is settled. Jordan, you are in fine hands. Eowyn is very accomplished rider.� Faramir turned his attentions to back to Legolas. �What I am unclear of is whether we should ride in the daylight leaving us potentially vulnerable to attack as we cross Pelennor fields or in the cover of darkness where we may slip past unseen. What are your thoughts?�

  Eowyn glanced at Jordan from across the table and groaned, rolling her eyes. Jordan had to stifle a giggle.

  �Unless the moon is full, the darkness could as well shield the enemy from our sight. Daylight carries less risk. �Twould be folly to stage an attack on the open plains. It is too bold. The enemy would be sighted long before they drew near enough to cause any harm.�

  Eowyn finally rose, saying, �If you will kindly excuse us, we ladies are retreating to the garden. You may join us later if you feel so obliged.�

  Jordan stood as well and took up her wine goblet, preparing to leave with Eowyn.

  �Our company is no longer suitable? You cut me to the quick, good woman.� Legolas said with his hand on his heart, feigning rejection.

  �No, dear one, but the topic of conversation leaves much to be desired.�

  Faramir leaned over towards Legolas and whispered loudly, �That means they wish to discuss us in secrecy,� pretending Eowyn could not hear his words. She raised her eyebrow toward him in warning and Faramir sat fully upright, clearing his throat; adopting a look of innocence. �Come. Kiss me my lovely wife and you may be on your way.� Faramir demanded, beckoning her near with his hand.

  She obeyed, kissing him full on the mouth, a little too amorously for public eyes. Jordan shifted her weight uncomfortably as she looked on. Would Legolas expect a similar token of affection? She didn�t want to risk rudeness by simply leaving the table without a word, but was unsure what would be appropriate. She decided a friendly goodbye would suffice.
  �Farewell, Legolas.�

  He turned to her, took the goblet from her hand and set it on the table, then took her hand and kissed it; looking deeply into her eyes as he did so; letting his lips linger a few seconds longer than was proper.

  �Nam�ri�, hiril n�n.�

  She felt her cheeks flush, knowing that everyone was witness to this display.
  The sky had faded into a deep sapphire blue and the first few stars of evening were appearing as the two women walked towards the garden. All the while they talked and sipped their wine. Eowyn did not waste any time getting to the point.

  �How long has Legolas been courting you?�

  �Courting me?� Jordan repeated. She knew she had heard this term before. Then she remembered it was an archaic term similar to �dating�. �No, he is not courting me. I mean he kissed me but��

  �He kissed you? When?�

  �Last night in my quarters.�

  �And yet you say he is not courting you. Oh, dear. The ways of your world must be very different.�

  �Does that mean something?�

  �A kiss does not have meaning in your world?�

  �Yes�well, sometimes.�

  As their conversation continued, they made their way through the garden, across the bridge to the little island; settling into the built-in benches of the cozy, lantern-lit gazebo.

  �He cares about you greatly. I have never seen him respond to any female, elf-kind or mortal, in the manner he responds to you. If he has not yet asked to court you, he will do so soon.�

  Jordan groaned. �What do I do?� She asked frantically.

  �What do you mean? Do you not care for Legolas as well?�

  �I do. He�s wonderful, but�� She shook her head. �I can�t, I just can�t.�

  �Why do you say that?�

  �Everyone I have loved has either left me or betrayed me. I cannot go through that again.�

  �It is true there is much to risk when it comes to affairs of the heart. But the person who renounces love; do they risk less? To suffer their whole lives alone, without the joy and light that love brings? We are not so different, you and I. There was a time when my heart was consumed by bitterness and despair; when my country was desolate and isolated; corrupted by evil. Many lives were lost in the war. There are few still, untouched by its affects. Were it not for Faramir�s love, I would have succumbed to my grief. If you keep your heart locked away; denying feeling, denying love, it will consume you piece by piece; you will never be whole.�

  �But Legolas is an Elf; an immortal, Faramir isn�t.�

  �It matters not. Nothing can stand in the way of love; not race, not age, not even death. When you pass on, he will sail to Valinor and carry your memory with him. An Elf paired with a mortal is uncommon, but it is not unheard of. Aragorn and Arwen are such. Aragorn is a Dunedain; not unlike you, blessed with long life. Arwen is an Elf. Legolas is an honorable Elf and his heart is true. Trust in him. He will not lead you astray.�
  �Who is leading whom astray?� Faramir laughed as he and Legolas crossed the bridge to the gazebo, wine goblets in hand. �I trust we are interrupting something.�

  �My, someone is in good spirits!� Eowyn remarked as Faramir leaned over to kiss her.

  �And why not? I have the most beautiful wife in all of Middle Earth.�

  �Mmm. Hello, my love.� She purred seductively as he reclined next to her, wrapping his arm around her shoulders. Jordan noticed how Eowyn seemed to light up when Faramir was near. Jordan smiled at Legolas as he sat down next to her.

  �Hello.� She said shyly, self-conscious of the fact that they were just discussing him.

  �Hello, my lady. How is your wine?�

  �Um, good, now that I have become accustomed to it.�

  As she spoke, he could not help but focus on her lips. They had taken on a darker hue from the blush of the wine making them appear fuller and he desired to taste them as he did last night. Jordan sighed and tilted her head back to look past the obstructing roof and see the stars. The tranquil sounds of the cricket�s nightly song and the trickling water from the nearby fountain floated on the warm, gentle breeze that caressed her face. Her body was completely relaxed as a tingling warmth spread throughout from the effects of the wine.

  �You ladies could not have chosen a finer night to venture outside.� Faramir commented.

  �Aye, it is a beautiful evening at that.� Legolas added; but he was not looking at the darkened sky, the stars, nor the garden; rather the lady at his side. Eowyn smiled to herself as she was witness to this subtle admission. She hoped that her words had some effect on Jordan. She did not wish to see either one of them hurt or kept apart because of fear and doubt. They deserved to experience what it was to love and be loved completely; the joining of two halves that become whole. They could provide that for each other. Eowyn knew it in her heart. But what of the book? What if she actually does find it and wants to return home? Legolas had better find a way to win her heart or all hope may be lost for them. Jordan lifted her head, a contented smile upon her face.

  �Perhaps, Lady Jordan, you would grace us with a song on this fine evening?� Legolas asked.
  �Oh, I don�t know.� She said bashfully.

  �The lady can sing?� Faramir asked with great surprise.

  �Aye. Her voice is quite lovely.�

  �No, really, it�s not that good.� She protested.

  �And modest, as well.� Faramir remarked.

  �Oh, please Jordan? Sing for us.� Eowyn pleaded.

  �Please�for me?� Legolas asked softly, taking her hand as he held her gaze intently. Eowyn gave Faramir a subtle nudge and a slight nod in their direction, calling his attention to this little exchange. Jordan felt her resistance slipping. She was helpless when he looked at her this way.

  �Alright.� She reluctantly acquiesced. �My father�s ancestors were from a land called Ireland. This is a traditional folk song sung there from long ago.� She took a sip of wine for courage and cleared her throat. Her voice rang out clear and pure through the quiet darkness; the sounds of night her only accompaniment. When the last note was sung, they all applauded her.
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  �That was wonderful!� Eowyn remarked.

  �Stunning. How do you make your voice sound like that?� Faramir asked.

  �I don�t know. It�s just the style of singing common to that region.� Jordan answered sheepishly; embarrassed from their praise.

  �Thank you, my lady.� Legolas said graciously.
  Not a word was spoken by any of them for a long while; none needed to be said. It was enough to simply enjoy the quiet stillness of the evening with good friends at hand and the occasion sip of wine. Eowyn had settled into Faramir, leaning her head on his shoulder. They seemed so comfortable. A part of Jordan wished for that kind of familiarity with Legolas. She stole a glance at him while his head was turned towards the garden; studying the intricate braid that ran across the side of his head and behind his ear. It appeared to be woven with threads of gold as it reflected the flickering glow of the lanterns. The desire struck her to trace its path with her fingertips but she stayed her hand. It was so hard to know what implications certain gestures might carry. The air had become cooler and despite the warmth created from the wine, goose bumps broke out on Jordan�s skin causing a brief shiver. Legolas recognized this sign as one being affected by the cold, so he moved closer and wrapped his arm around her for added warmth. Her body stiffened; unsure how to react to this unexpected action.

  �I thought you might be cold.� He explained.

  �Oh�uh yes, a little. Thank you.�

  She allowed herself to relax into him, resting her head on the side of his chest.

  �The air does have a chill tonight. Shall we retire, then?� Faramir addressed his company.

  Jordan reached for her cane, about to stand up, but Legolas grasped her wrist and held her back.

  �I think we may stay a bit longer.�

  �Oh! Alright.� She said, surprised at his forwardness and confused as to his reasoning.

  �Very well. Thank you for a most enjoyable evening; especially to you, Lady Jordan, for your lovely song.�

  �Yes, thank you. Jordan, if you would meet me in the stables after breakfast tomorrow, you shall have your first riding lesson.�

  �I look forward to it, Eowyn. Good night.� She called out to them.

  �Good evening.� Legolas said to them as they walked across the bridge towards the palace.
  They watched until the last trace of Eowyn and Faramir�s silhouettes disappeared in the darkness. Legolas turned to Jordan and said, �If you are wondering why we did not leave with Faramir and Eowyn, it is that I wished to speak with you alone.�

  Those words tied Jordan�s stomach in knots. What could he possibly want to say that he could not in the presence of others? What if he asked to court her, like Eowyn said he would? What would she say?

  �I feel I must apologize for not asking your permission to kiss you last night. I can only hope you have not taken offense.�

  Jordan breathed a sigh of relief. �Oh, Legolas, it was just a kiss!� She scoffed. Such formality here! Sometimes, it was just too much.

  �So, it meant nothing to you!� He said; a touch of hurt and anger in his voice. He stood up quickly and started to leave.

  �Legolas, no, please. Come back. That�s not what I meant.� She pleaded. He turned around slowly and she reached for his hand. �Please sit down.� He let her take his hand and sat back down next to her. �Of course it meant something to me.� She reassured him. �I would not have allowed it otherwise. I am just not accustomed to the use of such formal social practices. Sometimes it takes me by surprise. Try to understand; my culture is very different from yours. Over the last century or so, there has been a gradual shift in thinking; leaving behind the old, formal traditions of society and adopting more of a casual attitude towards the interactions between men and women. For example, it is very common for men and women to kiss simply for the pleasure of it. They may not care about the other person at all. Then there are some who only pretend to care about the other person so that they may satisfy their self-indulgence.�

  �That is unheard of among my kin. Such actions are hurtful and dishonest.�

  �Yes, they are. But unfortunately there are many who have little respect for others and it is just something that has come to be accepted in my world. It doesn�t make it right but there is not much hope in changing it.�

  �Why? Why is it accepted? To behave in such a manner is to act without honor. Is honor not a desirable aspiration?�

  �It once was, but it is no longer a necessity in defining one�s character.�

  �I do not think I would get along very well in your world.�

  Jordan smiled at the thought of Legolas in her world. �To tell you the truth, I did not get along very well, either. There are good people in my world but there are a lot less of them than there are bad people and it is hard to know whom you can trust.� She ended on a sad note.

  Legolas judged by her words that she was speaking from past experience. �You have been hurt before by one of these people.� He observed.

  �Yes.� She dropped her gaze to the floor in shame.

  Legolas took her hand and she lifted her gaze once again. �Perhaps one day when you are ready, you will speak of it; it need not be now.� He said kindly. �It is an odd thing; long have I toiled to bring about peace and prosperity to this land. Now that it has been achieved, I do not rejoice in it. I do not desire power or wealth or notoriety for these are fickle things; power can be seized, wealth can be squandered, great deeds can be forgotten. What I desire is much less ambitious but far more valuable.�
  �What is it you desire?�

  �Love. For what good is peace when there is no one to share it?� He did not come outright and say it; but she knew he spoke of her. �Know that my feelings are pure and my actions honorable. I would never mislead you or hurt you. It is against my very nature.�

  Tears welled up in her eyes at his touching declaration and a single teardrop escaped, sliding slowly down her cheek. �I care about you Legolas; and that is a difficult thing for me. I told myself I would never care for someone again. To open you heart like that is to become vulnerable. I believe what you say to be true but it is hard to accept; it is hard to let go and trust again. I don�t know if I�m ready.�

  He wiped the tear away with his thumb. �I will wait for you. As long as it takes, I will wait for you.� He said resolutely. She hugged him and he held her close and stroked her hair. �We should return to the palace; dawn comes quickly and you will need your strength for I have no doubt Eowyn�s riding lessons will be trying.�
  Upon arriving at their quarters, Eowyn and Faramir warily changed into their sleeping clothes. A knock at the door was a servant bringing the couple some tea, who then retired to the balcony to relax and unwind after the evening�s revelry.

  �Did you see the way Legolas looks at her?�

  �Yes. The same way I looked at you during our time in the Houses of Healing.�

  �She is not ready to accept his love.�

  �You know this?�

  �Yes. She confided to me.�

  �If what you say is true, the path he seeks is a dangerous one.� Faramir concluded.

  �Do you think it is folly on our part to bring her to Minas Tirith? What if she does indeed find her book and wishes to leave?�

  �I do not know. It cannot be undone now. It would raise suspicion in their eyes. All we can hope is that she does not find it.�

  �I fear for Legolas. Strong in mind and body he is, but Elven hearts are fragile.� Eowyn said. �I fear he will fade if she leaves.�

  �I do not wish to bear witness to that.�

  �Nor I. There must be something that can be done��
  Jordan found her way to the stables shortly after breakfast. It was large building and she did not see Eowyn immediately; so for the moment she wandered through, looking at the many horses. She did not have much experience with horses but it seemed to Jordan that they were bigger here in Middle Earth; taller at least. She was reminded of her last encounter with a horse and she shuddered.

  �Jordan! At last I have found you.� Jordan turned around and saw Eowyn holding a saddle. On top of it was a stack of folded clothes in which she handed to Jordan. �These garments are for you. You may change in one of the stalls.�

Jordan unfolded the clothes. To her joy, she realized they were a pair of pants and a tunic. �Pants! How nice it will be to wear a pair of pants again!�

  �Pants? These are riding breeches. They are not usually worn by women but it will make learning to ride easier without a gown to get in the way.� While Jordan was changing, Eowyn handed her a pair of boots over the stall wall. �You can use these for now, but at some point, you should have your own made in the proper size.� Once Jordan was dressed, Eowyn led her to the horse she would be riding. �This is Bromns�. She is a gentle horse. You should have no trouble with her.�

  �Hello, Bromns�.� Jordan greeted her, petting her nose cautiously.

  Eowyn took great care in explaining the proper way to tack up a horse. Then she made Jordan brush the horse, allowing her to get acquainted with the animal. When Jordan felt comfortable with Bromns�s demeanor, Eowyn had Jordan lead the horse to the fenced-in field where the horses are allowed out to graze and instructed her to mount the horse. For the next several hours, Eowyn put her through the paces; from a slow walk to a trot and finally a canter; shouting commands from the center of field while Jordan rode in circles around her. It was a little awkward at first with her injured leg, but Jordan adapted quickly and felt fairly confident. Occasionally, Eowyn would stop her to give her advice or make a suggestion. It seemed Bromns� and Jordan were a good match, Eowyn observed. The sun was getting hot and both horse and rider were beginning to sweat. As well, Jordan�s muscles were starting to fatigue. Eowyn put her hand up, motioning Jordan to stop, and waved her over.

  �You are doing remarkably well. How do you feel?�

  �Good. I thought I would be scared but I am actually enjoying myself. I�m getting pretty tired though. I think Bromns� is tired too.� She said as she patted the horse�s damp neck. To Jordan�s relief, Eowyn decided they had done enough for today.

  �Your body will be sore. I would recommend you soak in a hot bath tonight.� Eowyn told her as they led Bromns� back into the stables and handed her off to a stable boy. Jordan could already tell as she changed back into her dress; groaning as she took her boots off. They returned to the palace with Jordan limping and leaning heavily on her cane.

  �Will we see you at evening meal?�

  �I don�t know. Today being Highday, I might just stay in and rest.�

  �Very well. Tomorrow after breakfast, then, we will have our second lesson.�

  Jordan groaned to herself, thinking how much worse she will feel in the morning. �Okay. I�ll see you then. Thank you, Eowyn.�

  �You are most welcome.�
  That evening Jordan skipped dinner; instead taking Eowyn�s advice and soaking in a hot bath to sooth her sore muscles. She ached in places she didn�t know could ache. Afterwards, she settled into bed and read more of The Tale of Beren and L�thien, eventually drifting off to sleep with the book beside her.
  Morning came too quickly and she cursed it, struggling to get up out of bed. She put on a simple gown and worked her hair into a braid to keep it out of her face; her muscles screaming as she held her arms up to reach behind her head. She was late for breakfast, so she wandered through the kitchen and grabbed an apple and a piece of bread on her way to the stables.

  �Good morning! How do you feel?� Came Eowyn�s cheerful greeting.

  Jordan groaned. �I feel like I�ve been beaten with a stick.�

  �Oh, dear. Well, today will just be a short ride; concentrating on control and gaining more confidence. This time, however, you will not be wearing riding breeches.� She explained as a man led their horses to them. �Each day, we will ride for an increasingly longer period of time to build up your endurance. It is a long ride to Minas Tirith.�

  Mounting her horse in a dress was tricky, especially with her leg muscles being so sore, but she finally got situated in the saddle and together they rode out of the stables taking the north road down into the village below. The palace sat atop a hill, just slightly above the tree line but just a short distance down the road, it became heavily forested. It was gently sloping and never took a straight course its entire length.

  �Legolas was disappointed you did not come to evening meal.�

  �Oh.� Jordan said, trying to sound indifferent. �Did you explain my absence?�

  �I did, but he was disappointed nonetheless.�

  Jordan smiled despite herself. As they rounded the last corner at the bottom of the hill, the road flattened out and the trees gave way to a grassy plain. The little village was just up ahead. It thrilled Jordan to see a different way of life. It gave her a sense of freedom knowing there was more out there than her sheltered existence at the palace. Rustic wooden buildings lined the main road and on the outskirts lay several farms and dwellings. Horse-drawn carts were the mode of transportation as they carried goods from the outlying farms to the open-air market at the end of town. A handful of villagers were seen milling about the streets, conducting their business at the various shops. Jordan noticed each shop had a hanging wooden sign advertising their wares; butcher, blacksmith, shoemaker; there was even a small inn and tavern. Three men standing outside the tavern were not dressed in the same manner as the other villagers. Jordan recognized them as Gondorian soldiers.

  �Cirion! It that not the woman that caused us so much trouble? The one on horseback there?� From their table, the two soldiers peered out through the glass window of the tavern at the two women passing by. Cirion�s left eye narrowed to a tiny slit as he studied her. His right eye was missing, now just an empty, scarred socket; gouged out by an Orc during his recent engagement on the border of Mordor.

  �That�s her all right.� He growled.

  �She cleaned up quite nice, wouldn�t you say?� Ereganth commented.

  Cirion took a determined drink from his mug of ale, draining it of its contents and slammed it on the table. �Why don�t you do something useful like get me another ale?� He sneered. �Mark my words, woman. You will get what�s coming to you.� He muttered to himself as they passed from his view.
  By the time they returned to the palace stables, Jordan�s rear was bruised and her thighs were aching.

  �Same time tomorrow?�

  A groan was Jordan�s only reply. She didn�t know how she was going to take three more days of this!

  Eowyn laughed. �It gets easier.� She assured her.
  This was the day she usually met with Turgon for history. It would be the last time before leaving for Minas Tirith. She received a message from him, instructing her to meet him in the library instead of Faramir�s study as he would have need of it that day. She quickly bathed and changed and drug her aching body off to the library.
  Turgon paced nervously by the window as Jordan read the section of the book he gave her. She could see his constant movement out of the corner of her eye, effectively distracting her.

  �Is there something wrong, Turgon?�

  �What? Oh�no. I was merely thinking on something I have to do today.�

  �Please, come sit down. You�re making me nervous.�

  �Very well.� He sat down across from her at the table, shifting around in his seat.�

  �We can do this another time, Turgon, if you have something else that requires your attention.�

  �No, no. It can wait. Considering your approaching journey to Minas Tirith, this will be particularly relevant;� he explained, pointing to the book, �the history of the Stewards.� After a short pause, he said, �That pendant you wear, is it from your homeworld?�

  �Yes. It was given to me by a friend of my father�s.�

  �May I see it?�

  �Sure.� Jordan took off the pendant and handed it to Turgon. He turned it this way and that, studying it.�

  �These are strange markings.� He said, noting the inscription on the sides. �Is it merely a design or do they have meaning?�

  �It is the language of the D�ni.�

  �The book you are looking for, it is written in a language like this, yes?�

  �It is. Have you seen anything like it?�

  �I cannot say that I have. Though, as chief chronicler in the service of the Steward for many years and now for Prince Faramir, I have access to many a document and book. Would you mind if I copied down the markings to keep as a comparison in the event I find anything similar?�

  �I don�t mind. It is kind of you to offer. Thank you.�

  �I will be but a minute. Please, keep reading.� He insisted.

  �Oh, Turgon?�

  He stopped and turned around. �Yes, my lady?�

  �Please be careful with it. It is very special.�

  �I will, certainly. Do not fear.�

  He returned to his quarters, where he would not be seen with the strange artifact. Tearing off the corner of a piece of paper, he carefully copied the inscription in ink; duplicating the foreign characters as best he could. When he was satisfied with his work, he grabbed a book from his bookshelf, tucked it between the pages, and replaced it on the shelf. He hid the pendant in his fist and returned to the library with all haste.

  �See? Safe and sound, just like I promised.� He said, dangling the pendant on its chain as he held it out to her. �Now, do you have any questions about what you read?�

  They had a brief discussion before Turgon concluded the lesson.

  �I guess I�ll see you in a few weeks.�

  �Have a safe journey, my lady.�

  They parted ways and Jordan returned to her quarters to rest.
  As Faramir sat in his study writing some of the key points he would like addressed regarding the trade agreement with the Easterlings, there was a knock at the door.

  �Enter.� Faramir called out. He looked up from his writing to see his chief chronicler clutching a book. �Ah, Turgon, come in! What say you? Did you bring me what I asked for?�

  �I do not feel right about it, deceiving her like I did, but I think I have a suitable reproduction.�

  �You are not doing the lady a disservice, I assure you.�

  Opening the book he carried, he took out a scrap of paper and laid it on Faramir�s desk; the copy of the inscription on Jordan�s pendant.

  �Excellent. Send word to Minas Tirith. Have the archives searched for the book bearing these markings.� He ordered, pointing to the scrap. �Tear the place apart if you have to. If it exists, ensure that it is never found again within the city walls. The utmost discretion must be used.� Faramir continued. �None must know these orders came from me.�

  �The lady would lose all chance of returning home. My lord, this is treachery.�

  �A small deceit for the greater good.�

  �What greater good is that?�

  �The love of an Elven Prince.�

  Turgon sighed. �I will do as my lord commands.�
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