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Love's Redemption	By : mthorsta Category: -Multi-Age > Het - Male/Female Views: 7108 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
Disclaimer: I do not own the Lord of the Rings (and associated) book series, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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A.N.: In a last minute decision, I have decided to change the soldiers assisting the search for the linking book to servants. Although they are in a time of peace, I felt it would be more likely Aragorn would use servants than pull his soldiers off duty. Besides, they serve my purpose better.

Pay no attention to the man behind the curtain!

Chapter 14 - Talk of the Town
   Jordan rushed over, pushing aside anyone in her way, but before she could reach him, a second servant who was nearby looked over the book.

   �No, no, no. Those are dwarvish runes.� He pointed out.

   �Oh.� The first servant said, disheartened.

   �Sorry, it was a mistake. Keep looking everyone.� The second servant called out.

   Quiet grumbling was heard amongst the group as they learned they had not been relieved of their assignment. Jordan slumped down into a chair and held her head in her hands. This was not going like she thought. She never imagined the archives to be so large or in such disarray.
   In their husbands� absence, Eowyn and Arwen spent the evening keeping each other company; eating a light supper and enjoying some wine in Arwen�s courtyard. They talked of womanly things; family, children, but inevitably the conversation turned to the mystery woman, Jordan, that Legolas kept company with.

   �What do you know of her life before she came to Emyn Arnen?� Arwen asked.

   Eowyn tensed. She had been sworn to secrecy about Jordan�s past.

   �Very little I am afraid.�

   �There is something about her; something strange. I cannot place it.�

   �Your elven senses must be more receptive. I sense nothing.�

   �Perhaps. It is very subtle, but there is something�� Arwen mused to herself aloud. �Anyway, where did she say her homeland was?�

   �She did not say. However, Legolas has said she comes from South Ithilien.�

   �South Ithilien? Now that is an odd thing. Ithilien was abandoned and the people relocated towards the end of the second age. Except for Emyn Arnen, there are no known villages or towns to speak of.�

   �Ithilien is a vast and wild land. Perhaps there was a small village in the far reaches that endured. Under those circumstances, she would have led a very isolated existence. Perhaps that is why she seems different.� Eowyn suggested.

   �That is a possibility. It is curious though. I think I would like to speak with her about it.�

   Eowyn breathed a sigh of relief. The burden was now on Jordan to explain away her past.
~~~~~

   Aragorn proved to be a gracious and thoughtful host, having the kitchen staff provide Jordan and her fellow search assistants with meals and refreshment right there in the archives. For hours upon hours they searched, only taking a short reprieve to quickly consume the evening meal served. Jordan had no way to tell time but it felt very late so she sent the servants away for the night.
   She emerged from the archives tired, discouraged, and covered in dust. The streets were quiet and empty. It was already nightfall and the lanterns had been lit. The air had been cool in the cavern-like setting of the archives, but now outside, even though it was evening, it was still warm and she began to perspire as she made the uphill trek to her quarters. What she wanted more than anything was to just take a bath and go to bed.
   Jordan glanced around trying to get her bearings. She had no inkling of what level she was on. They all looked the same to her. Aragorn�s guard led the way to the archives this morning. Jordan simply followed him and had not taken note of its location. Coming upon one of the gates, she asked the guard on duty.

   �What level is this?�

   �Through this gate, you will be entering the third level.�

   �Which level is the Houses of Healing on?�

   �The sixth. Are you in need of assistance, my lady?� The guard asked as he looked her over, thinking she may be injured and seeking a healer.

   �No, I am fine, thank you. I only wish to return to my quarters which are on the same level.�

    �Very well. Goodnight, then.�
~~~~~

   The deliberations on the trade agreement with the Easterlings lasted well into the evening. Legolas stepped out into the night air grateful the talks were finally over for this day, anyway. Tomorrow morning, they would reconvene. He never did have a love for diplomatic proceedings. Before he could take his leave, he still had one order of business to attend to and that was speaking with Aragorn about obtaining an additional room. Aragorn agreed to make the necessary arrangements but kept Legolas captive; intent on talking of other things. Any other time, Legolas would have been content to talk with his friend well into the late hours, but tonight his mind and heart were elsewhere. He wished to be with Jordan even if it were but for a few minutes. As well, he was anxious but also apprehensive to learn what her search may have turned up. He truly wished for nothing more than her happiness, but for his own sake, he could not deny that he hoped she would never find the linking book. Legolas was finally able to politely excuse himself and rushed to the guest quarters he temporarily shared with the lady. To his disappointment, she was not there. He poured himself some wine and settled into the chair to unwind from the day�s activities.
~~~~~
   Turgon held the strange book in his hands. Inside the front cover was the linking panel just as Lady Jordan had described. The book contained maybe twenty or so pages of text; written in symbols, the same language that was inscribed on the pendant she wore. He knew well enough not to touch the linking panel but he could not help but stare at it in fascination; a portal to another world. He carefully held the page up by a smidge of the corner, looked at the back of it, and then set it down again. It was merely a painting on a piece of paper, but it was unlike any painting he had ever seen. It was like what one saw when they look upon a sight with their own eyes.
   During his search, he never expected to actually find the book. He had strongly doubted its very existence; but there it had been, covered in a thick layer of dust; forgotten after so many years. It was smaller than what he imaged and had gotten pushed back behind some other books, which is why it took longer to find than he anticipated. Unfortunately, this overlapped his time in the city with Faramir�s party, specifically, the Lady Jordan.
   It would not have been considered unusual for him to a pay a visit to the city; he had done so on many occasions. Minas Tirith had been his former home and he was known by many. Were he to cross paths with the lady on the streets, this would have been a plausible excuse but the timing for such a visit could be construed as a bit odd. For this reason, he felt it was imperative that he maintain complete secrecy. Were he to be seen by anyone entering or leaving the archives, or worse, seen browsing through the books, word could get back to Lady Jordan. So, he moved in the cover of darkness, slipping in and out of the archives unnoticed.
   How he had gone undiscovered thus far, well, only the Valar could say, but he had to get out of this city soon! He had shaved his beard and donned the garb of a messenger but he was man with a distinct look, and it did little to disguise his appearance. By rights, he could have sent someone else. Faramir�s orders were simply to have the archives searched but he did not specify by whom. Because of the nature of the book, Turgon trusted none but himself to complete the task. However distasteful he found this particular task, this betrayal; faithfully had he served the Stewards and he would continue to do his lord�s bidding until he could do so no more.
   When there came suddenly a knock at his door, he nearly jumped out of his skin. He quickly closed the book and shoved it under some clothes in his bag. What trouble could this be?

   �Oh, but this had been a fool�s errand!� He thought.

   He tried to maintain his calm as he opened the door to see two Gondorian guards with a servant standing by.

   �What can I do for you at this hour my lords?�

   �Might we have your name and your business here in Minas Tirith?�

   �Leithion is my name and I am but a messenger my lords. I have finished my duty and will be leaving the city by first light. Is there a problem?�

   �By the king�s order, these quarters must be vacated...�
   He was told if he wished to stay on in the city, he must move to the old guesthouse on the Lampwright�s street on the first level. It was actually preferable. When he left for Rivendell in the morning, he would be that much closer to the Great Gate and, as he saw it, the less people he passed by, the less chance there was of being recognized.
~~~~~
   Legolas heard muffled noises coming from outside. Opening the main door just a crack, he peered out into the dimly-lit corridor and listened. As promised, someone had come to relocate the occupant of the next room who fortunately was only a messenger on errand, not a delegate of the council and was leaving the following morning.
   Now that the room had been cleared and cleaned, Legolas decided he might as well move his bags and personal effects. He was just gathering his belongings when Jordan returned.

   �There you are. I was beginning to think you had decided to take up residence in the archives.� He teased.

   �I feel like I have,� She groaned, �and I am all the worse for the ware. It is so dank and dusty down there! I desperately need to bathe.�

   �I take it you have not found your book yet.�

   �No.�

   �Well, there is always tomorrow.� He smiled but silently cursed the words before they even left his mouth. He turned from her and picked up his bag where he had left it on the floor and retrieved his bow and quiver from the corner, slinging them over his shoulder.

   �Are you leaving?�

   �Aragorn arranged for the quarters next door to be vacated so that no longer will I have to sleep in a chair.� He was teasing her again. �I will be lodging there for the duration of our stay.�

   �Oh. He sure gets things done quickly; but then again, he is the king.�

   �He is indeed.� Legolas smiled remembering how much his friend had endured and how deserving he was of his position, even though it was his by birthright. �Tomorrow I must attend the council meeting but if you would like breakfast, Eowyn said she would accompany you.�

   �Okay.�

   �I am sorry so much of my attention is needed elsewhere. I had hoped to show you around the city.�

   �That�s alright. Searching the archives is more than enough to fill my time.�

   �Tomorrow evening in the Hall of Feasts, however, there will be a dinner held for the council delegates and their guests. Perhaps you allow me to escort you?�

   After a long yawn, she said, �Sure. When should I be ready?�

   He thought for a moment. �By the tolling of the thirteenth bell. If we leave then, we should arrive in plenty of time.�

   �Okay, I will be waiting here.�

   �I can see that you are in need of rest, so I will take my leave.� He spoke as he gathered the rest of his belongings. �If you need anything, do not hesitate to ask; even in the dead of night. Awaken me if need be. If the main door is barred, the two rooms share the balcony; you may come in through there. Before I retire, I will speak to the servants and request that a bath be drawn for you.�

   �Thank you, Legolas. Goodnight.�

   He walked towards the door but paused to take her hand and kiss it.

   �Goodnight, my lady.�

   He left, shutting the door softly behind him.
   Not too long after Legolas left, there was a knock at the door - servants with hot water for her bath. After they had filled the small metal tub, she thanked them profusely. When they had gone she stripped off her gown, put in the basket by the door to be washed, and slipped into the warm water. Near the tub, there was a small shelf on the wall with many scented soaps and oils; the king and queen were good to their guests. As she soaked, she picked up the various bottles, inhaling their scents. She preferred woodsy and earthy scents to floral and indulged in sprinkling the water with an amber and sandalwood scented oil.
   Using her hands, she pulled her leg up out of the water. It had been bothering her all day. At first she wasn�t able to pinpoint the vague physical sensation. She had been so focused on the search, her mind only registered a feeling of general discomfort. It had grown worse throughout the day until finally she could no longer ignore it. Once she stopped to focus on what was ailing her, she realized it had been her leg causing the discomfort - a slight itching and a pins-and-needles sensation that could only be caused from further regeneration of the nerve. She then tried flexing her foot and found that she did have some movement although the range of motion was very limited. The muscles had atrophied and she could only manage to flex her foot a few times before they became fatigued and willed movement was no longer effective. It was encouraging but it would still be a long time before she would be able to walk unassisted.
   Closing her eyes, her thoughts turned to Legolas. She felt badly about spending time with him when she knew she would be leaving him soon, but what could she do? If she declined, he would question her motives and now was not the time to have her plan revealed. She lingered even after the water was too cool for comfort, reluctant to get out, but sleep was calling her. She quickly dried off, put on her sleeping gown, and slipped into bed wondering if Legolas was doing the same in the next room.
~~~~~
   Turgon paced the floor of his new accommodations, anxious and restless. He had grown accustomed to being awake during the night and had already slept much of the day. He had been in such a hurry to switch rooms that he had simply shoved everything haphazardly into his bags, so he took the time now to carefully repack them. He wrapped the book in one of his tunics and placed it at the bottom of his bag and stacked his clothes and belongings neatly on top of it. With the preparations for the journey finished and his bags placed by the door, the only thing left to do was wait.
   At first light, Turgon wasted no time. Grabbing up his bags, he rushed to the stables where his horse was kept. Once he had tacked up his horse and fastened his bags to the saddle, through the great gate he went, tearing across Pelennor fields and did not look back.
~~~~~
   Jordan was barely awake and certainly not ready by the time Eowyn knocked at her door to go to breakfast. She was starting to see now the value of alarm clocks. How was anyone supposed to get anywhere on time around here? The bells? She had cursed them and went back to sleep! She forced herself out of bed and rushed to the door to let Eowyn in.

   �Goodmor�Oh, you are not ready.�

   Jordan grimaced. �I know, I�m not��

   �A morning person? I know.�

   Jordan laughed at Eowyn�s use of her modern slang.

   �Come in, I will be ready in a second.�

   �Have you found your book yet?� Eowyn called into the bathing chamber where Jordan was dressing.

   �No, not yet.� She called back out. �You would be the first to know.�
   Jordan came out of the bathing chamber and sat down at the vanity table to brush her hair.

   �May I ask why you are intent on finding it? You do not actually want to use it, right? So why look for it at all?�

   Jordan froze for a moment. �Uh�� She played the hesitation off by pretending to focus on her hair, securing the top half in the back with a metal clasp. �Well, I just feel that it�s important that the book is with me. After all, it is the only connection I have to my people.�

   �I can understand that.� She gave a short laugh. �You had me worried. For a moment, I thought you were going to tell me that you were leaving. Legolas would have been devastated.�
   Jordan joined Eowyn with a short, uneasy laugh, and then quickly changed the subject as they walked out the door down to the street below.

   �So, where are we going?�

   �There is a tea house and eatery on the fifth level that caters to the finer residents and guests of Minas Tirith. Afterwards, we can browse the market if you like. There are many merchants selling fine cloth, jewelry, and other wares from around the region.�

   �I should probably get back to the archives after we eat.�

   �Oh. Well, suit yourself.�
   The tea house was a quaint little space occupying part of a larger building. A fa�ade of stone pillars and arches created a sheltered area that one could dine under. There were several arched windows to either side of the door, complete with wooden shutters and flower boxes underneath. Overall, it had an old-world feel similar to the little caf�s seen on the streets of Europe. Inside, the stone walls were decorated with frescos, tapestries, and even a small fountain set into the wall. Potted plants both flowering and vine hung from the ceiling and grew in containers set in niches in the walls. Small cozy tables arranged in rows took up the center of the room. There were a few patrons, mostly women, occupying some of the tables but there were still a good many to choose from. They picked a table by one of the windows and were served a breakfast of tea, warm biscuits, and jam.
   If Jordan looked past the distinctive manner of clothing and creaking wooden wheels of an occasional cart going by on the street, just for a moment, she could pretend she was home. She played along, letting her imagination run with the idea. She could be having lunch in a downtown bistro designed with an old-world flair or perhaps on vacation in Europe. The sense of normalcy it brought was enough to provide a short but welcome respite from her cares and worries.

   �Oh, this is so good!� Jordan gushed as she savored the biscuits and jam.

   Eowyn smiled curiously at her enthusiasm for seemingly simple things.

   �You do not have biscuits and jam in your home?�

   �Yes. That�s why they�re so good. I know it sounds odd, but the food, this place; it reminds me of home.�

   �I would imagine you miss it.�

   �Yes and no. I miss the modern conveniences; I miss my work, but I do not miss the people all that much.�

   �I am sorry. It must be difficult.� As an afterthought she added, �but you have Legolas and you have friends here. Is that not a small consolation?�

   Jordan smiled but did not comment. It seemed to please Eowyn to think of Legolas and she as a couple and it was easier just to let her do so.
   �I presume you will be leaving Emyn Arnen soon.�

   Jordan nearly choked on her biscuit and had to cough.

   �Why do you say that?�

   �Legolas will be returning to the Elf colony after the garden is completed. I thought you would be relocating to the colony to be nearer to him.�

   �No, I have no plans to�unless you wish to be rid of me, and in that case, I would probably move to the village.�

   �No, no, of course not. Don�t be silly. I just assumed�� Eowyn stopped herself. She was confused at Jordan�s seemingly indifferent attitude towards Legolas. They seemed to be getting on so well. She gave an apologetic smile. �Forgive me. It is none of my business.�
   Once they had finished their breakfast, Eowyn extracted two gold pieces from a small velvet pouch tied to her belt and tossed them on the table. Afterwards, they walked out into the street which was now lively with activity.

   �Thank you, Eowyn, for a lovely breakfast. I really enjoyed this place.�

   �You are very welcome. Shall we do it again tomorrow?�

   �I would like that.�

   �Good. Are you sure I cannot convince you to go to the market with me? It is too fair a morning to be shut indoors.�

   �I am sure.�

   Eowyn sighed. �You will be at the dinner tonight, yes?�

   �Yes, I will be there.�

   �Alright. I will see you then.�

   �Goodbye, Eowyn.� Jordan said with a friendly wave and the two women went their separate ways.
~~~~~
   Jordan walked through the streets looking around in wonder amidst the bustle of city life. Overhead, the cloudless vibrant blue sky held the promises of a new day. A slight breeze caressed her skin and sent wisps of hair swirling about her face. The warmth of the sun felt good on her face and renewed her spirit.
   As she approached the archives, she heard low voices. Apparently, there were already a few servants dutifully sifting through the books. Just out of sheer curiosity, she stopped at the threshold, pressing herself up against the wall and listened in.

   �If you ask me, that strange language I saw? It ain�t from this world.� Jordan heard one of the male servants say.

   �What are you saying?� A female servant said.

   �The old story; the people of the stars. I think she�s one of �em.� He answered.

   �Rubbish! That�s all that is. You go around talking nonsense like that and they�re likely to lock you away!� A second, older-sounding woman with a harsh voice said rather loudly.

   �Shhh!�

   She lowered her voice to a coarse whisper. �All I�m saying is no one knows who she is. Shows up one day and suddenly we got to do her bidding! She is not of noble birth, I can tell you that much. Do you see her manner of dress?�

   �I heard she was the wife of an Elf Lord.� The first woman said.

   �Now that�s a load of hogwash! No Elf Lord would take a feeble woman for a wife. Where�d you hear that?� The second woman replied, obviously the matriarch of the group.

   �Several of the kitchen servants saw her in the king�s quarters accompanied by a blond elf.�

   �Oh, and so of course that means they�re married!� The harsh-voiced woman said sarcastically.

   �Maybe she�s his servant.� The man suggested with a snicker.

   �Oh shut up!�
   Jordan�s eyes narrowed and she clenched her jaw.

   �Ooh, those boorish, simple-minded�peasants!� She thought.

    Jordan was so angry, she was shaking. She shifted her position slightly, inadvertently kicking her cane with the tip of her shoe, knocking it out of her hand and it clattered to the ground.

   �Shhh, someone�s coming. Look lively!�

   With her position given up, she reluctantly went inside. She threw the gossiping servants a brusque �hello� without so much as a glance and went right to the shelves. The rest of the servants trickled in shortly afterward.
   For hours she did nothing but pull books from the shelves, disturbing the dust. The servants were bored and restless with their tedious task and it showed in their efforts. At present, they had searched well over half of the archive�s contents. By sometime tomorrow, they would finish. There was still a chance they may find it, but the possibility lessened as the hours ticked by, and it was hard to keep a positive attitude in the face of such odds. When the kitchen staff brought lunch, she sat by herself at the wooden table and half-heartedly picked at the food. She kept replaying the servant�s conversation in her head. She knew she shouldn�t let their cruel banter bother her. She tried to brush it off; owing it to ignorance and resentment on their part, but their words weighed on her heart because she believed them to be true. She dreaded the upcoming dinner. It was difficult being near Legolas knowing he was out of her reach, and although he would stand next her, he might as well be a million miles away.
   She knew she would need extra time to bathe and change her clothes before the dinner. So, at the ringing of the eleventh bell, she announced to the servants she would be leaving. She gave the servants a choice - keep searching or quit for the day. A few stayed on, but to her dismay, most of them left. She supposed she could not expect anything more. It was not by choice that they were there.

   As she made her way from the archives to her quarters, she started to entertain thoughts of what would happen if she did not find the book. When they returned to Emyn Arnen, she could distance herself from Legolas until he returned to the elf colony but it would only prolong the inevitable. It wouldn�t be long before he confronted her. At that point, she would have to tell him that it would not work out between them and that he should move on. The thought of that conversation made her ill but she saw little choice. It was either that or tell him of her past and then he would reject her. It was a losing situation anyway you looked at it.
~~~~~
   Bathing in Middle Earth was still a source of frustration to Jordan. It was cumbersome and time consuming and she would never be comfortable asking servants to heat the water and prepare the bath. It was such a simple task back home; just the turn of a knob and within minutes you were done. So commonplace and accessible in fact, it was never given a second thought, but here it was a lengthy production. With the ordeal of a bath out of the way, she picked out the best gown she had brought with her and struggled into it. She would have rather worn a simpler gown had it been appropriate for the occasion but it sounded like a formal affair.
   She sat down at the vanity table to brush out her hair. Looking in the mirror, she loathed herself. She hated lying to her friends; leading Legolas on; letting him escort her to dinner like they were a couple.

   �If I could just find the damn book!� She thought bitterly.

   Then they could be rid of her; forget about her and go on with their lives. She went about the room, tidying it up while her hair dried. When it was mostly dry, she twisted it into a knot at the crown of her head and secured it with some metal pins Eowyn had given to her. She left a few tendrils out on either side to frame her face.
   In the next room, Legolas was also getting himself ready for the dinner. He put on his finest silk tunic and matching leggings. While he brushed his hair, his body hummed with excitement and anticipation. He would finally be able to spend more than a few moments with Jordan. After the dinner, he planned to take her on a walk to the gardens of the Houses of Healing. There, they could stroll through the gardens enjoying the cool evening air. Afterwards, they could find a quiet nook somewhere to sit and watch the stars. Then, he would take her hand, pulling her close to him, and kiss her - soft at first and then building slowly; becoming deeper, harder, until they reached a fervent pace. He could feel her lips against his as the scenario played out in his mind; the silkiness of her hair as it brushed his face; the touch of her fingertips as they grazed his cheek. He shuddered as he imagined the feel of her fingertip gently tracing the curve of his ear up to the tip and back down; her warm breath on his neck as she tasted him there. He felt a tightening and a pleasant warmth that began to radiate from his loins and had to stop his thoughts before he got carried away. It was time to go.
   There was a soft knock at the door. As she suspected, it was Legolas. She had every intention of playing the part of Legolas� companion and love interest, but one look at his beautiful face; his entire being that exemplified elven grace and perfection and she knew it was going to be a difficult performance.

   �Hello Legolas.�

   �Hello my lady. You look lovely.�

   She looked down and fumbled with her skirt. �Oh. Thank you.�

   �Shall we go?� With a charming smile, he offered her his arm. She took it and together they made their way up to the seventh level to the Great Hall of Feasts where the dinner was being held.
   Jordan became more apprehensive with each step she took. She had always felt uneasy in large groups. Legolas� friends and comrades would all be in attendance, most of them royalty. Knowing this made her all the more aware of her physical appearance; her disability. It was the first thing people noticed about her. It couldn�t be avoided. Would they be able to look past it? Would they think less of Legolas as her escort?
    Legolas� keen elven senses picked up on her body language.

   �Is everything alright?�

   �Yes.� She paused a moment. �Well, no. It�s just that there will be so many people and you know how I am about royalty. I guess I�m just nervous.� The rest of her thoughts she kept to herself.

   �There is no cause for worry. There are some you already know, of course; Faramir, Eowyn, Aragorn, and Arwen. The rest I will introduce you to. They are all good people. You will see. Everything will be fine.� He reassured her.
~~~~~
   The Great Hall of Feasts sat just to the north of the Tower of Ecthelion. The main hall was a large room with a high ceiling containing many long wooden tables. In the center sat a great fire pit with an iron frame spanning the width which could serve as a spit for roasting meat or hold a kettle for cooking, and on the walls hung the standards of the fiefdoms of Gondor.
   Jordan did not say much during dinner. She stared at her plate, pushing the food around but not really eating anything. At one point Legolas leaned down to whisper in her ear.

   �Are you alright?�

   She gave him a close-lipped smile. �I�m fine.�

   �Is the food not to your liking?�

   �No, it�s fine Legolas. I�m just not that hungry.�

   This was not going like she planned. She just didn�t have the will to keep up appearances and Legolas was becoming suspicious.
   After dinner, the socializing continued and the wine and ale flowed freely. Jordan stayed by Legolas� side as he talked and mingled; introducing her to the various members of the council she hadn�t met yet. Eventually the men and women separated out into their respective gender groups. The noise level rose to a dull roar as boisterous conversation and laughter filled the hall. Although there was no fire burning this time of year, the men gathered around the darkened fire pit talking of battle victories, telling bawdy jokes and congratulating themselves on the spoils of war.
   Jordan did not have an affinity for either group and felt decidedly out of place. She assumed it was expected that she consort with the women, so she sat next to Eowyn who was engaged in conversation with Arwen and another woman Jordan did not know. Eowyn introduced the woman as Lothiriel of Dol Amroth. Their idle prattle bored her. She had nothing in common with these women. She stared across the room, watching Legolas from afar; studying his mannerisms, his body language as he talked, the way his face lit up when he laughed. A deep longing settled over her as she looked on; an ache in her heart for which there was no comfort. She laughed bitterly to herself at the cruel irony of it. For the longest time she desired to be alone. Alone was safe. To love meant you were vulnerable to hurt and rejection. No one she ever met was worthy of the risk�until now. She finally found someone who was worth the risk only to find she was unworthy of him. She had to get out of there. Was someone was speaking to her?

   �Eowyn tells us you are a healer?� It was Lothiriel kindly trying to draw Jordan into the conversation.

   �What?�

   Lothiriel repeated her question.

   �Oh.� She responded rather flatly. �Yes.�

   �That is wonderful; a noble vocation.�

   They looked at Jordan expectantly to elaborate but when she said nothing further, Arwen spoke up.

   �I am not sure you have heard yet. I am hosting afternoon tea for all of the ladies tomorrow in my private gardens. I do hope you will join us.�

   �Sure.� Jordan answered absent-mindedly and flashed a brief, polite smile. �Will you please excuse me?� She wanted nothing more than to be alone; away from the chatter and the noise.

   �Is she alright?� Lothiriel asked, looking at Eowyn.

   Eowyn shrugged her shoulders. �Perhaps she wishes to seek out Legolas� company. They have had little time to spend together.� Eowyn stood up. �As well, I am going to get some more wine. I will be back shortly.�
   As Eowyn headed to the serving table, she was stopped by Eomer.

   �Eowyn, dear sister, have you seen any sign of the Lady Jordan?�

   �Yes. She was sitting next to me a moment ago over by Arwen and Lothiriel. Why do you ask?�

   �I would like the pleasure of her company.� He said matter-of-factly.

   �Eomer, I do not think that is a good idea.�

   �Why? She bears no ring; betrothal, marriage, or otherwise.�

   �Legolas cares for her.�

   �And does she care for Legolas or is she just biding her time? Look, I hold Legolas in the highest regard, you know that, but if the lady desired to be with him, she would have done so. He has had his opportunity so to speak, why should my attention not merit consideration?�

   �What about Lothiriel? Have you no interest in her?�

   �She is a fine woman, but there is something�different about the Lady Jordan; she intrigues me.�

   �Like a hunter is intrigued by the hunt.� She said with mild contempt.

   Eomer was not listening. Scanning the room, he saw Jordan leaving the Hall of Feasts.

   �Ah! There she is now. Please excuse me, Eowyn.�

   Eomer turned to leave, but Eowyn grabbed his elbow.

   �Eomer, please�leave her alone.�

   �I am sorry, Eowyn. I have made up my mind.�

   Eowyn let go of his arm with a huff and shook her head.
   Out of the corner of his eye, Legolas saw Jordan step outside. He wanted to join her so they could have a moment alone but he was currently engaged in conversation with Prince Imrahil of Dol Amroth and could not break away. Something was bothering her and he wanted to find out what it was. She had mentioned before they arrived that she was nervous about the dinner. Perhaps she was feeling overwhelmed or out of place. Maybe now was a good time to take that walk to the gardens he had planned and get her away from the crowd and commotion.
   Eowyn sought Faramir out and found him away from the rest of the men in a quiet corner, goblet of wine in hand.

   �Ah, my beautiful wife. Will you not join me?� He asked, motioning to the empty seat next to him but she remained standing.

   �Faramir, I fear there is a problem.�

   �What has happened?�

   She told him about her conversation with Eomer.

   �Find Legolas. I just saw him speaking with my uncle not a minute ago. Perhaps we can distract him until she returns.�

   Eowyn looked around the room and saw Imrahil standing alone.

   �Where did he go?� She looked at Faramir with wide eyes. �Oh, dear.�
~~~~~
   The sun had set and a palette of twilight colors followed on its heels. She saw again the tree her and Legolas had passed by earlier on their way to the Hall of Feasts; its darkened silhouette projected on the evening sky. The lone tree was an oddity amidst the green grass and stone courtyard and she took the opportunity to take a closer look. It was a fairly young tree only slightly taller than her in height and in contrast to the ancient city, looked to be a fairly recent addition. She reached her hand out tentatively to touch one of the silvery-green leaves but then pulled it back. Its singularity gave it a certain sacredness and she dared not touch it. Next to the tree was a simple fountain and together, they were the centerpiece of the courtyard with several stone benches positioned in a circle around them. It was then she noticed someone walking across the courtyard in her direction. �Damn.� She thought. She was just about to sit down on the one of the stone benches and enjoy the solitude. Now she would have company. As they drew nearer, she saw that it was Eomer.

   �Good evening, Lady Jordan.�

   �Good evening, Your Highness.� She said with a nod of her head. She turned to walk back to the Hall of Feasts as if she had planned to do so all along, but he moved to block her path, giving a short laugh.

   �There is no need to address me so formally.� He took a step closer to her; his voice low and soft; almost seductive. �We are all friends here, are we not?�

   There was something about his manner that made her feel terribly ill-at-ease. Although he did nothing that would be considered inappropriate, he exuded a very subtle undercurrent of power and authority, and it almost seemed he did it purposefully as a means to intimidate.

   �Okay, Eomer, as you wish.� She said obligingly putting emphasis on his name.

   She looked around desperately hoping to think of a plausible excuse to get away.

   �That is better.� He crooned.
   He was silent for a moment and turned to look upon the tree that held Jordan�s attention.

   �The White Tree of Gondor.� He stated reverently.

   �This is the White Tree? I thought it died along with the last King of Gondor, before the rule of the Stewards.�

   �You are correct. When Aragorn became king, the Withered Tree was taken down and laid to rest. What you see now is a sapling grown from a fruit of that tree planted long ago. Aragorn found it hidden atop of Mount Mindolluin.�

   �Oh, I see.� She managed a polite smile. �Well, I should be getting back.�

   Eomer would not let her go so easily. �I have come to ask if you will walk with me in the gardens.�

   She wrung her hands nervously. �But, Legolas��

   ��should keep a beautiful lady such as yourself by his side and yet you stand alone. I only wish to get to know you. A few minutes of your time is all I ask, my lady. I will not accept no for answer.�

   She really had no desire to keep company with Eomer, but neither did she want to insult Eowyn�s brother, the King of Rohan, by refusing him so she relented. She supposed no harm could come from it.

   �Well�I�uh, guess it would be okay.�

   �A wise decision.� He offered his arm to her and she reluctantly took it.
~~~~~
   Legolas finished up his conversation with Prince Imrahil and hurried outside to find Jordan. He saw her standing near the White Tree but she was not alone. Eomer was with her. Legolas retreated unseen to the side of the building, watching their interaction from the shadows. She was smiling. They conversed for a short while; then Legolas saw her take Eomer�s arm and walk towards the gate and down into the city below. He watched until they had disappeared through the gate, not realizing his fists were clenched until his fingers started to ache.
   Eowyn was still searching the hall for Legolas. When she finally saw him come walking through the door, she hurried to catch him before he rejoined the men.

   �Legolas, where is Jordan?� She asked, fearing the answer.

   With barely a pause in his step, he snapped, �I do not know. Perhaps that is a better question for your brother,� and continued on his way to the fire pit where the men were still gathered.
~~~~~
   After their walk, Eomer escorted her as far as the gate to the seventh level and then excused himself claiming he had something to attend to before returning to the Hall of Feasts. In truth he didn�t, but thought it best that they not return together. Eowyn had been right; he should have just left well enough alone. It was obvious where the lady�s heart lay. No matter which direction he went with the conversation, she managed somehow to steer the subject back to Legolas. He should have trusted Eowyn�s advice. Instead he let himself be guided by his selfish desires.
   When Jordan finally returned to the Hall of Feasts, her eyes darted nervously around the hall searching for Legolas, hoping he had not been looking for her. Without a sound, Legolas walked up behind her.

   �Where have you been?� He asked coolly; his calm expression giving no indication there was anything wrong.

   She spun around. His sudden appearance startled her and caught her off guard.

   �Uh, nowhere.� She stammered. �Just outside.�

   Legolas felt his anger rising at her convenient omission. He stepped in close to her and grabbed hold of her upper arm; his fingers digging into her flesh. He bent his head down close to her ear, whispering low and harsh. To any onlooker, it appeared as though they were sharing an intimate conversation.

   �I saw you with Eomer, walking arm-in-arm. I saw you leave with him.�
   She could have just told him where she had been right from the beginning, but she had been hoping to avoid a potentially awkward situation. She had no idea he was watching her. To her knowledge, Legolas had been otherwise engaged in conversation. She figured her absence would go unnoticed. Now she was terribly embarrassed. His accusatory tone reminded her of the way Christian used to talk when he wanted to pick a fight with her. It piqued her defenses, quickly turning her embarrassment to anger.

   �Maybe I was. So what?� She flung back at him.

   �You lied to me.� He hissed. He tightened his grip on her arm. �After all I have done for you, I think I deserve a bit more respect than that!�



Jordan tried to jerk her arm out of his vice-like hold.

   �Legolas, let go of my arm, you�re hurting me!� She cried.
   Those words shocked him back to his senses and he immediately released his grip on her arm. Without a word, Jordan turned and stormed out the doors and across the courtyard. Legolas stood there horrified. His anger and disappointment had clouded his mind and he forgot his own strength. He never meant to hurt her.
~~~~~
   Luckily, everyone was too engrossed in conversation to witness this little exchange - except Aragorn who happened to be looking their way at the right moment. Aragorn walked up casually and put his hand on Legolas� shoulder.

   �Take a walk with me?�

   Legolas knew it was not an invitation but a command and let Aragorn guide him out the doors to the courtyard. Aragorn had not heard what was said, but could tell by manner in which Jordan abruptly walked away, something was wrong.

   �What was that about?�

   �Oh, Aragorn. I have made a terrible mistake.�

   They continued to walk down the battlement towards the Seat as Legolas recounted the events of the evening that led to what Aragorn saw.
   Sitting down on the low wall before the Seat, Aragorn lit his pipe and contemplated Legolas� situation. Legolas sat next to him and prepared himself for the chastisement that he certainly deserved but it did not come. Instead Aragorn was kind but firm.

   �Although your reaction was quite unbecoming; the lady is not without blame. Nevertheless, you must ask yourself - does your anger stem from the fact that she lied or the fact that she was with Eomer?�

   �Aragorn�� Legolas protested.

   �You do not need to tell me; I am not here to judge. I am merely suggesting you search within yourself to identify the reasoning behind your actions so it can be dealt with. I believe too much has gone unsaid between the two of you; feelings and desires have been left unspoken and for that, you are both at fault. As difficult as it may seem, you need to talk to her; get everything out in the open and it must be done soon, before brooding turns anger into resentment on both your parts.�

   �What if she will not listen?�

   Aragorn smiled and put a hand on Legolas� shoulder. �If there is one thing I know about you friend, is that you do not give up that easily.�
He stood up and tucked his pipe underneath his belt. �I should be getting back now. Are you coming?�

&Nbsp;  �No. I think I will stay here for a while.�

   Aragorn nodded. Then Legolas added, �Thank you, Aragorn.�

   �You are most welcome.� He replied and walked back towards the Hall of Feasts leaving Legolas alone with his thoughts.
~~~~~
   Jordan was overwhelmed with anger and frustration as she walked back to her quarters. She was angry at Legolas, angry at herself, and at her entire situation altogether. Here was a new world in which she was given the chance to make a fresh start and yet she had somehow managed to make a jumbled mess of her life, again. She was disabled, living precariously on the good graces of others, with no means to support herself. She had become emotionally entangled with Legolas, her closest friend, and the means to untangle herself came with a heavy price - the loss of his friendship.
   Back in her quarters, Jordan noticed someone had been there and left a bottle of wine, a pitcher of water, and a couple of goblets on the sideboard. Her first thoughts went to Legolas, but realized more than likely it was the maidservant who was responsible.

   �Perfect.� She said bitterly. �Nothing like drowning your sorrows at the bottom of a bottle of wine.�

   She filled one of the goblets and took it and the bottle outside with her onto the balcony. She pushed the chaise up against the balcony railing. If she sat on the arm of it, she would be high enough to lean over the railing and look down over the city. The wine bottle and goblet were perched perilously on the railing beside her; one false move and they would plummet to the level below. She grabbed the goblet and took a large gulp.

   �Here�s to burning bridges.� She held the goblet up in toast, drained it of its contents, and set it back on the ledge.
   She leaned on the railing with crossed forearms and rested her chin on them. The lanterns that lit the city below created a sea of lights; each pinpoint of light sparkling and dancing as their shapes were distorted by the tears that filled her eyes.
~~~~~
   Legolas looked up into the night sky as a profound sadness settled over him. How did tonight go so wrong? It was supposed to have been a night that would bring them closer together. Jordan had walked in the gardens and watched the stars just like Legolas had planned, but it had been Eomer who took his place at her side. It was not his nature to simply give up whether it be in battle or any other situation, but if she desired to be with Eomer, he would be left with little choice. It was a private fear that he had not shared with Aragorn - one that would reveal his anger was not from Jordan�s deceit but was born out of jealousy for which he was ashamed. He could not blame her if she wanted a mate of her own likeness. Eomer, as a mortal, would be a more suitable match and would have more in common with her.
~~~~~
   Jordan brushed away her tears angrily and refilled her goblet. She wondered what Legolas was doing at this moment. He was probably still at the Hall of Feasts enjoying himself. Did he wonder where she went or if she was okay? Probably not; he was angry at her. He deserved to be.
   The goblet was heavy and seemed to get heavier the more she drank. In between sips, she would set it back down on the railing without much thought and most of the time it teetered dangerously on the edge. Her head was getting fuzzy and her eyelids were heavy. The wine was starting to get to her. She reached for her goblet again to finish it off but her balance was off and she pitched forward, knocking it off the ledge. Luckily, her hand swooped in from behind the goblet and it fell onto the balcony and not down to the lower level. It hit the stone tiles with a loud crack and shattered.

   �Oh, shit!� She cried out, then covered her mouth with her hand. �Oops.� She didn�t mean for that to slip out.
   She slid off the arm of the chaise and landed on her rear with a thud on the cushion, then scooted herself down to lay on her side. With her upper body hanging off the chaise, supported by one hand on the floor, she strained to reach the goblet. Although she had heard it shatter, it hadn�t quite registered yet that it was broken until she saw the shards scattered on the ground mingled with splatters of wine.

   �Oh.�

   She heaved herself back up onto the chaise; out of breath from holding herself up.

   �I�ll clean that up tomorrow.� She slurred.

   She closed her eyes. She couldn�t believe how comfortable this chaise was.

   �Mmm. Just a few minutes, and then I�ll get up.� She muttered. A few seconds later, she was passed out.
~~~~~
   Legolas wearied of dwelling on the situation. He wouldn�t be able to have peace with himself until he had at least apologized for his actions. He did not know where she had gone to, but her quarters seemed the most likely of places.
   He entered through his quarters first and went out to the balcony that connected their rooms. The first thing he noticed was a bottle of wine sitting on the railing. It was almost empty. Jordan was sleeping on the chaise, still in her gown. As he walked over to her, he heard something crunch underneath his boot. He looked down and saw the broken pieces of the goblet and drops of wine on the ground. He concluded that she must have drunk too much. She either dropped the goblet or knocked it over. He stood over her looking down at her face and was filled with remorse over the way he had acted. He just hoped he hadn�t caused lasting damage to their relationship.
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   Although no harm would come to her out on the balcony, he felt she would probably be more comfortable in the bed. He slipped his arm underneath her and sat her up. He was just about to pick her up and carry her inside but stopped when she stirred. She opened her eyes and looked at Legolas briefly before closing them again.

   �I�m sorry, Legolas.� She said softly.
   He sat down on the chaise behind her and pulled her into him, laying her head against his chest, and wrapped his arms around her.

   �I am sorry, too.� He whispered even though he knew she wouldn�t hear it.
   In the quiet darkness with only the stars as witness, he held her and listened to her breathe. For Legolas, the moment was bittersweet. It was such a release to have her in his arms, to put aside all of the contention that had kept them apart, but it could also be the last time he might do so. He could only cling to hope and his faith in the Valar that they would see them through. If she was indeed lost to him, then he would have this one moment to take with him and he would lock it away close to his heart where no one could touch.
   He had stayed as long as he dared. The sun would be rising in a few hours and although he wished he possessed the power to delay it, the world would not bend to the will of one elf. He carried her to her bed and gently laid her down. He regretted she would have to sleep in her gown but he couldn�t very well undress her. He searched around for something to cover her up with. In the drawers of the sideboard, he found a small throw tucked away. It would do.
   She shifted position, stretching her legs out, as he draped the small blanket over her. A small groan escaped her lips. Legolas thought she was waking but she never opened her eyes.

   �She must be dreaming.� He thought.

   He leaned in closer and tenderly brushed the hair away from her face.

   �Who do you dream of, Jordan?� He whispered softly.

   After one last longing glance, he slipped out of her quarters without a sound.
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