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Only One
By : HollyHobbit13
Category: Lord of the Rings Movies > Crossovers
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Lying on the bed, Jordan’s breathing slowly returned to normal.   In the solitude of her room, the Immortal pondered the extraordinary turn her life had taken; so much had happened since her arrival in Middle Earth. Jordan was there to stay, and she felt at peace with her decision to simply let go and see where this adventure led. Without the benefits of modern day electronics, the woman was forced to find alternative methods of entertainment, often resorting to serenading herself at night. Rolling onto her back, the Immortal sang softly as she tucked her arms behind her head and closed her eyes, the crackle and pop of the logs as they burned her only accompaniment.
Raven hair and ruby lips

sparks fly from her finger tips

Echoed voices in the night

she's a restless spirit on an endless flight

wooo hooo witchy woman, see how

high she flies

woo hoo witchy woman she got

the moon in her eye
The Immortal’s eyes flew open as the lyrics faded into silence. “Better take care of it now before you forget.” She told herself.
Jordan sat up and quickly crawled off the bed. Humming the tune as she opened the armoire, she pulled out the first aid satchel. Rummaging inside for clean bandages, she quickly shed her night shift and stood nude before the mirror, deliberating the best way to go about her task. Her wounds completely healed -- the Immortal knew that in itself would raise many questions. Questions Jordan intended to not answer.
“Okay, this’ll be interesting.” She said, wishing for another pair of hands to help. Dressing her arm by herself will certainly prove to be quite a challenge.
“Need tape . . . ” Jordan mused aloud. Searching the pockets of her overcoat, she came up with empty candy wrappers, a matchbook with a phone number on it, unopened chocolates, and a crumpled twenty-dollar bill. Picking up the matchbook, Jordan stared at it.
“Were you with me all along?” she wondered. Jordan thought back to that day in Trollshaw Forest, sure she had no way of starting a fire.
“I guess I’ll be able to start one now.” She said as she discarded the matches. Jordan put her hands on her hips and studied the assortment of odds and ends before her.
“Where is it?” she wondered.
The Immortal impatiently flipped her shortened hair back over her shoulder. The one-inch roll of plastic tape ranked high among the most useful tools of her profession, and she usually kept a roll within reach, no matter if it was in her scrub jacket pocket, purse or overcoat. Hoping against hope, Jordan checked her other pockets; the Immortal tossed aside a key ring, a pack of chewing gum, and a recently acquired ticket – the consequence of leaving her car in the disabled parking space.
“Oh no – I forgot about this!” Jordan wailed. Reading the ticket, she uttered several choice expletives, and then took a deep, calming breath.
                  Well, can’t do anything about it now. I’ve got other things to worry about. Jordan shrugged as she tossed the candy wrappers and ticket into the hearth, watching the slips of paper shrivel and blacken in the flames as she crooned softly to herself.
She held me spellbound in the night

dancing shadows and firelight

crazy laughter in another

room and she drove herself to madness

with a silver spoon

woo hoo witchy woman see how high she flies

woo hoo witchy woman she got the moon in her eye
Many minutes later, after a thorough and unsuccessful search of her pockets, the Immortal used her chin to hold the bandage in place, and with her free hand and teeth, carefully struggled to tighten the bandage around her arm and tie a knot. Flexing her arm, rotating it in a wide circle, she was finally satisfied it would stay in place.   Next, she considered her fully healed shoulder; without tape, the awkward location presented a more difficult task for the Immortal to disguise. Jordan worried her bottom lip, wondering how to solve the dilemma when her eyes wandered back to the satchel. Inspiration struck. Spreading the contents onto the table, the Immortal pawed thru it, separating the phials, bandages, packets of dried herbs and other medicines into small piles. After testing several pots of ointment, she found a sticky paste that doubled nicely as an adhesive. Jordan continued to sing off key as she worked.
Well I know you want a lover,

let me tell your brother, she's been sleeping

in the Devil's bed.

And there's some rumors going round

someone's underground

she can rock you in the nighttime

'til your skin turns red

woo hoo witchy woman

see how high she flies

woo hoo witchy woman

she got the moon in her eye
Striking a menacing pose, Jordan curled her fingers into claws and hissed at herself in the mirror before dissolving into laughter. Sobering, the Immortal used a shuriken to cut a clean linen cloth into a four-inch by four-inch square. Smearing the paste onto the edges, she pressed it onto her shoulder and waited. Rolling her shoulder forward and backward, Jordan was pleased to see it remained in place. Donning her nightshift, the Immortal returned her star to its sheath, repacked the satchel and stowed it in the armoire. With a huge yawn that almost dislocated her jaw, Jordan stretched and climbed back into bed. Snuggling into her pillow, she closed her eyes. Emerging from the tree line, Legolas strode into the open courtyard where the object of his desire stood but moments before. He almost called out to her, to stay her flight, but did not. To do so would deprive him the pleasure of watching her gown form to her body as she ran to her quarters. Legolas surveyed Jordan’s quarters, contemplating the gauzy curtains that waved invitingly in the soft night breeze.
By nature, Elves were patient creatures, and Legolas was no different; however, tonight he was determined there would be some sort of resolution to their ‘situation’; the attraction between the Elf and the woman was undeniably mutual, and disconcertingly powerful. Never mind Legolas had never before been drawn to a human female, or that she was otherworldly. The Mirkwood Prince knew without a doubt Jordan wanted him as he wanted her. Unfortunately, she was too stubborn to concede, or, at the very least, quite reluctant to follow the natural progression of said attraction. This game they played would end -- tonight. Squaring his shoulders, the Elf’s blue eyes burned bright as he concentrated, willing her to appear.
Tula amin (Come to me) . . .
“Go ‘way, Duncan -- I’m trying to sleep.” She mumbled, snuggling deeper into her pillow. The Immortal was almost asleep, drifting towards the twilight state where the fine line between dreams and reality blurred. A shiver of thought brushed across the edge of her conscious mind.
Tula amin (Come to me) . . .
Startled, Jordan’s eyes popped open. After a moment, her confused mind registered that she was indeed awake and sitting up in bed. Puzzled and slightly disoriented, the Immortal looked around the room. She saw nothing amiss; cocking her head to the side, she heard nothing unusual. Jordan felt slightly foolish, certain it was a trick of her imagination.
                  Tula amin (Come to me). . .
The Immortal was about to lie down when she felt it again; this time, she couldn’t deny it. The decision lay before her: ignore it and stay in her nice, warm bed – after all, didn’t she deserve it after today fighting Orcs all day? Or . . . she could do a little investigative work.
                  This is definitely weird. Curiosity killed the cat. Jordan warned herself.
                  But satisfaction brought it back. her imagination answered back smugly.
                  Tula amin (Come to me). . .
The decision was made. Whatever it was, it enticed her, as compelling as a siren’s call. She had to find the source. Before she could think more on the matter, Jordan climbed out of bed. Reaching for her wrap, she pulled the sheer material on and slid her feet into her slippers; standing still, the Immortal waited. The feeling grew more insistent. What on Middle Earth was going on? It hadn’t come from within the room, for she was most assuredly alone. Her gaze snapped to the open doors, the gauzy curtains billowed softly in the night breeze. Thinking about the horror movies she occasionally would watch alone late at night, Jordan’s heart beat faster.
What if. . .what if Orcs managed to invade Rivendell and are holding the Elves hostage?   she thought to herself. Jordan’s imagination conjured up other scenarios. The Immortal silently retrieved her Katana and stealthily edged towards the balcony doors.
Tula amin (Come to me) . . .
Legolas allowed himself a smile of triumph when his excellent vision detected movement; after a moment, Jordan appeared on the balcony -- what in Manwë’s name was she doing? His smile turned to one of quizzical amusement. The woman’s curved blade flashed; she looked to be searching for . . . a foe?! Gripping her sword securely with both hands, Jordan did a quick perimeter check, listening for anything unusual. Slowly easing the curtains back, the Immortal stepped outside, keeping close to the wall; she looked up towards the roof and saw nothing. A glance in all directions showed nothing and no one. Jodan thought about the thriller flicks where the score built up the suspense, right before the monster or villain jumped out of the shadows.
She hated those movies with a passion, yet it did not stop her from dragging a reluctant Collette with her to the theatres and screaming herself silly, sometimes showering the other moviegoers around her with popcorn or soda, or whatever else she happened to be holding at the time—much to their great annoyance. With her heart pounding in her ears, Jordan crept towards the balcony, praying that nothing jumped out at her over the railing. Peering over the rail, in the courtyard below stood a figure, waiting.   Legolas. Surprised, Jordan lowered her sword and pinched herself hard on her bottom to make sure she was indeed awake. He was still there, the moonlight painting his pale hair silver. Legolas looked up at the woman. Would she come?
Jordan stared at the Elf for several long moments before she turned and went back inside. In the courtyard, Legolas stared after her, hardly able to believe she had left. There was no way she could not have seen him. Unless . . . he been presumptuous about her feelings for him? Elves were unaffected by time’s passage as Men were wont to, and the Elf-Prince had seen many leaf falls and seasons turn, hardly giving them more than a brief thought, yet he acutely felt each minute that passed without Jordan’s reappearance. Legolas couldn’t help but wonder if going to her had been a grievous error on his part. Confusion and uncertainty filled the Elf – emotions he had not felt in many, many years – especially when dealing with a maiden.
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