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STAND BY ME
Stand By Me was composed by Ben E. King, Jerry Leibere & Mike Stoller
and recorded by Ben E. King in 1961, for the first time.
When the night has come
And the land is dark
And the moon is the only light we'll see
No I won't be afraid
Oh I won't be afraid
Just as long as you stand, stand by me
So darlin' darlin' stand by me
If the sky that we looon on
Should tumble and fall
Or the mountain should crumble to the sea
I won't cry,
I won't cry
No I won't shed a tear
Just as long as you stand, stand by me

Another time, Another Place

�Are you all right?� The tall man asked her; his quiet voice was somehow musical in tone.

The Immortal was still trying to rationalize how the four words could possibly sound so wonderful coming from his lips when she realized he expected a reply of some kind. Jordan could only nod �yes� as she gingerly worked her sore jaw.

�Well, Laddie, how many to your count? I have six!� came a gruff voice behind them.

�Two.� Replied the tall man.

When he turned back to look at his companion, Jordan caught a glimpse of his pointed ear; her eyes widened in disbelief.

** This is just getting better and better ** Jordan thought, trying to stifle her grin.
My lMy lady, seeing as we are comrades in arms, perhaps we�d best know your name.� The shorter man addressed Jordan.

Squinting up at Jordan, the stocky fellow�s eyes were almost hidden beneath two enormously bushy eyebrows. Jordan smiled as she got a better look at the sturdy fellow; his ruddy complexion, gravelly voice and gruff manner was the exact opposite of his tall companion . Jordan smiled, wondering where in Scotland the short man came from. His brogue so so much like Duncan�s, except it was more pronounced.

�My name is Jordan Waters, and I don�t think I�m in Seacouver, Washington anymore, am I?� she replied.

�Seacouver, Washington? Nay, Lady; you are in the northern most outskirts of Trollshaw Forest. I am Legolas, son of Thranduil, and this is Gimli, son of Gl�in. We are journeying to the Elven land of Rivendell; mayhaps you should accny uny us.� The tall, beautiful One said, looking around.

** Elves?! Oookay, that�s rich. I�m going to wake up any moment now and discover I�ve stumbled into the Twilight Zone ** Jordan thought to herself.

The Immortal doubted she was in any serious trouble; however, she wanted to make sure they didn�t get any ideas � just in case.

�I�m not alone.� Jordan said quickly

She bristled at the way the Beautiful Man�s eyebrow raised slightly. The Elf seriously doubted a lone woman was solely responsible for the carnage before him, yet the trees whispered to him, confirming this Jordan Waters is the strange presence they spoke of, and -- save for the woman and Orcs, no one else had passed thru the woods. A puzzled expression marred Legolas� perfect, serene countenance as he continued to survey the gory clearing.

�Where is your companion?� he asked.

�He�s . . . uh, somewhere near.� Jordan replied, trying to sound confident. �I�m sure he�ll be here soon.� She added hastily.

�Lady Waters, save for you, Gimli and myself, there is no one here.�

�How do you know that?� she asked, suspicious.

�I know it.� Legolas answered.

�How do you know it?� she persisted.

�The trees said it was so.� The Elf patiently explained.

The Immortal looked at him with a dubious expression on her face; his answer was so matter-of-fact, that he might as well have said that trees could walk. The scary part is that Jordan honestly believed the Elf would believe it.

* * He talks to trees. No � the trees talk to him. Too bad he�s crazy. * * Jordan bit her lip.

This was getting old really fast. She wondered if he hugged trees as well as talked with them. He must be the Dr. Dolittle of the botanical variety. Great. Gesturing to the dead creatures, Legolas spoke.

�Orcs still roam parts of the land and I believe Lord Elrond will wish to know they are ranging closer to Rivendell. You will come with us.� The Elf said.

Searching their faces, Jordan nodded sl; it; it didn�t appear she had a whole lot of choice in the matter. More importantly, the woman did not want to be alone in a strange land, with even stranger creatures when night came. Like it or not, she had to go along with this charade, at least for now.

�I need to get some things before we go.� Jordan said.

Gathering her last shuriken, Jordan pulled free the two arrows Legolas shot, examining them quickly before handing them to the Elf; she couldn�t see a manufacturer�s logo on the shafts. The Elf accepted the projectiles wordlessly, his bright eyes never leaving Jordan�s face. He noticed the woman seemed preoccupied; she appeared to be looking for someone; perhaps her companion, mayhap this �Dung Can� who had abandoned her to her fate, for there was none alive, save the woman, the Dwarf and himself.

�Thank you, Legolas and Gimli for taking me with you to the Elven land called �Rivendell.�� Jordan said rather loudly as she glanced towards the tree line.

Legolas smiled. The woman had spoken so loud, in fact, that she all but bellowed the words. Too bad it was but a wasted effort on her part. Gimli gave the Elf a look that spoke volumes. With a barely perceptible shake of his head, Legolas motioned for the Dwarf to remain silent. The Elf was going to enjoy the ride to Rivendell even more, now that they had acquired a new, albeit curious, traveling companion.

Rolling the last Orc over with her foot, Jordan freed her Katana with a grunt and flicked the tarry, black flood from its blade, unmindful of the Elf watching her every move. The Immortal dawdled in order to give the Highlander more time to join the odd party. Waiting patiently, the shorter man cleaned his axe. Jordan�s ire rose a notch when her Mentor chose to remain hidden.

* * I�ll get you for this, Duncan. * * Jordan seethed inwardly, imagining the payback she�d give.

Satisfied she left nothing behind, Jordan looked at Legolas, who gave a piercing whistle; on cue, the sound of hoof beats could be heard. Into the clearing galloped two horses, a white and brown one. She noticed the white one didn�t have a saddle; the other did and was laden with packs. Helping his stout companion onto the brown horse, Legolas held his hand out to Jordan.

�You will ride with me.� He said.

Jordan hesitated. Although she loved horses, riding them was a different story.

Seeing her pause, Legolas said, �Arod is quite gentle, and I am with you. Do not fear, my lady.� His voice was strangely soothing. Jordan looked hopefully at the tree line one last time, scanning the area; Jordan sent a silent plea for her Mentor to show himself.

Taking his hand, a small jolt of electricity seemed to pass between them. Jordan almost snatched her hand away, had he not held it firmly. She wondered if he felt it too. Glancing up at him, the Immortal was captivated by his eyes.

** Its so unfair � why do guys always get the most amazing eyes? ** she wondered to herself, mesmerized.

Impossibly blue in color, they made the Immortal think of the summer sky and the sleepy blue ocean on a warm, summer day. Realizing she was staring, Jordan flushed before she turned to look at the horse. The Immortal wondered how on earth she was going to get on the horse�s back without something to stand on, when Legolas grasped her waist and lifted her as if she weighed no more than a feather.

** That�s it, no more chocolate ** she vowed.

Seated astride, Jordan stole a glance at Legolas, their eyes meeting again. Blushing furiously, she looked away, pretending to scan the horizon and missing the smile on Legolas� face. With a graceful leap, the Elf mounted the horse and took his place behind her. Reaching around her to grasp the reins, Jordan felt his warm breath on her ear; the sensation caused a pleasant shiver to race down her spine, and the heat of his body felt good on her back.

** I could get used to this. ** she thought.

With a last glance at the clearing, Jordan took a deep breath in as Legolas urged his mount forward. She hoped Duncan was safe, wherever he was.

The shorter man proved to be quite an entertaining travel companion. Gimli rode beside them, regaling Jordan with stories of their travels and experiences, to which she only listened tof off of. She was relieved that he didn�t ask questions about her, or her odd situation, and she took the opportunity to view the passing scenery. Needing something to do with her hands, Jordan started to braid tiny sections of Arod�s mane.

As Jordan braided, she studied Legolas� hands, noting that his long, elegant fingers were surprisingly clean. She could feel the strength in his arms as she rested hers on top of his; glancing down, the design on his wrist guards caught her attention; curious, Jordan�s fingers lightly traced the tooling on the leather bracers that covered Legolas� arms from wrist to just below the elbows. Jordan wondered what it would feel like to be held in his arms.
**
** Stop that!** Jordan sternly told herself.

** You�re acting hormonal! You don�t even know him. No one this fabulous looking could possibly be heterosexual. ** she thought. Knowing her luck, the odd couple were probably lovers who were kind enough to lend a hand to a Stranger in distress.

�That is the great Tree of Greenwood, symbolizing my home of Mirkwood; my father is the King of the woodland realm.� Legolas spoke softly into Jordan�s ear.

For reasons unknown, the Elf was strangely pleased that this stranger took an interest in his belongings.

* * Hmm. Gorgeous and a �Prince� to boot. This is definitely a fairy tale. ** The Immortal thought.

�I�ve never seen anything like this.� Jordan said softly.

�Perhaps I will show it to you one day.� Legolas said; his warm breath felt like a lover�s caress on the Immortal�s cheek.

Unfortunately, Jordan was not planning to stay in Middle-earth long enough to see this �Mirkwood� - not if she could help it, but the Immortal didn�t tell the Elf that. As they rode, the woman shifted, trying to find a comfortable position. Riding a horse � bareback no less � was definitely harder than Jordan ever imagined. And it was hard on her bottom as well; there was no buffer to cushion the inside of her thighs (which were starting to protest the continuous motion of the horse beneath), and the lack padding also made the Immortal acutely aware of the fact that she wasn�t the riding type.

Exhausted from the day�s exertions and determined to ignore the discomfort she was feeling, Jordan closed her eyes. In her mind, the woman replayed the past events, trying to fit the pieces of the puzzle together; she wondered how she happened to get caught up in a fantasy novel. Before she knew it, Jordan dozed off, and her body relaxed against the Elf. Feeling the change in her posture, Legolas adjusted the awkward position of the woman�s body against his, acting as a makeshift pillow so she would be more comfortable.

As for the Crown Prince, rarely was the Elf surprised; however, when he and the Dwarf arrived at the clearing and assisted the stranger, Legolas expected to look into the eyes of a relieved man, not the flashing, angry eyes of a proud female. The Wood Elf studied the sleeping woman he held in his arms. The position of Jordan�s head exposed the skin of her neck, which looked soft and inviting. As he contemplated the texture of her skin, Legolas picked out the leaves and twigs from her dark hair, loosening the mud from its strands.

Unable to contain his curiosity, Legolas breathed deeply, inhaling the scent of her Jordan�s skin. He detected the scent of sandalwood and strawberries, a different but not unpleasant combination. It was unique. Continuing his visual assessment of the strange woman, the Elf�s brow creased; he frowned when he saw the corner of her lip was caked with dried blood and the deepening bruise on her cheek where the Orc struck her.

The Mirkwood Elf could not ever remember seeing a mortal woman fight as well or as skillfully as this Jordan Waters did�especially when he realized the stranger to be a woman. This Daughter of Man possessed several skills worthy of a warrior: her striking eyes the color of grass shone with courage and intelligence, and she did not simper or cower in front of strangers, but held herself with confidence. Despite the Manly traits (and the decidedly unfeminine name) she possessed, Jordan fortunately did have undeniably feminine features, as well as the heart of a woman.

The Mirkwood Elf was well aware of the effect he had on maidens both Elven and human alike -- and much to the Wood Elf�s dismay, even some Men. And Jordan was neither indifferent, nor uninterested, for Legolas saw the blush that crept into the woman�s cheeks when he caught her staring at him. What startled the noble Elf was that fact that it was mutual. Legolas was so disturbed by the realization, that he immediately turned his thoughts elsewhere.

Is she, in fact, the source of the light they saw? The Wood Elf had not thought to ask the trees. Why is she here, what is her purpose, and who is this �Dung Can� she called for? The Stranger�s weapons were unlike any he had seen in all of his travels, yet she used them with ease and familiarity. Her manner of speech and clothing is odd, and yet . . . he was drawn to her. Legolas� curiosity was piqued. There would be time enough for answers. With the sun rapidly sinking, they had to make camp for the night and continue on to Rivendell at first light with all haste. After finding a suitable spot for the night, Gimli set about making a makeshift pallet; cradling the slumbering woman in his arms, Legolas dismounted and carried the Immortal to where the Dwarf waited.

�Well, lad, I shall see what fruit and berries your beloved forest has to offer us. Mayhaps you should stay with our guest.� With that, the Dwarf disappeared into the trees.

Setting Jordan down gently and satisfied she was comfortable for the moment, Legolas went about gathering firewood and the material needed for kindling. Striking flint together, a spark flew and the tinder smoldered before the combustible material finally caught fire. Legolas expertly fed the flames until a sizeable fire blazed to life. Sitting across from Jordan, through the dancing flames the Elf watched the pretty puzzle sleep. His keen eyes studied her; the woman�s face was smudged with dirt and Orc blood. Given the extent of her injuries, it could�ve been worse. Far worse. Orcs were known to use women for sport in the worst possible ways. . . and the women seldom lasted long during the brutal, violent and degrading assaults. Legolas turned his attention to his gear, inspecting his bow and arrows. The shadows had lengthened considerably when Gimli returned with wild apples, an assortment of berries, and a brace of fat, young coneys -- rabbit-like creatures the Dwarf cleaned, dressed and had roasting over a spit in short order.

�How fares the lady?� the Dwarf asked the Elf as he sat beside his friend.

Legolas was saved from replying as Jordan let out a soft groan. Feeling like she had been dropkicked to the moon and had landed on her face, Jordan awoke to the sound of a merrily crackling fire and a gruff voice speaking.

** Okay, Sleeping Beauty, time to wake up** Jordan thought to herself.

Opening her eyes, the Immortal saw the odd couple was still with her. Sniffing appreciatively, she also smelled what she hoped was dinner roasting over the fire. Slowly and painfully the woman sat up; her sore body reminded her every inch on the way up of her recent ordeal. Jordan was pleasantly startled when she felt Legolas� strong arm behind her back, and a gentle hand by her elbow as he helped her up. Trying not to gape at him, the Immortal smiled her thanks. One minute the Beautiful One was on the other side of the fire, the next instant he was helping her sit up.

** I didn�t even see him move! ** she thought. Legolas watched her closely.

�Come, there is a small stream not far from here. Your wounds must be tended.� Feeling self-conscious, Jordan�s cheeks started to burn with embarrassment. She resisted the urge to run her hands thru her hair.

** I must look awful!** Jordan thought wryly, as the Elf helped her stand fully upright.

Gimli tossed Legolas a small leather satchel as he led Jordan away. Coming to a stream, she gingerly lowered herself onto some rocks at the water�s edge, wincing at her sore bottom. Hunkering down in front of her, Legolas took a cloth out of the satchel, and dipped it into the cool water. Gently cupping her face, the Elf felt the small jolt of electricity again. Ignoring its implications, he concentrated on his task as the woman studied him intently.

�What are you?� Jordan asked softly.

Legolas paused in his task. For a moment, the Prince did not know how to respond to the question. He was not surprised the woman did not immediately recognize one of the First Born, for Elves seldom sought the company of Men. Legolas did, however, expect her to be familiar with the fact of the Fair Ones� existence, given the Alliance between the Races, as well as certain distinctive physical traits characteristic of Elves. Since she knew neither, the Wood Elf decided to overlook her ignorance.

�I am an Elf.� He replied before continuing his task.

�You�re an Elf.� Jordan repeated. Legolas nodded solemnly.

�If you�re an Elf, is Gimli a Gnome?� Legolas raised an eyebrow.

�Gimli is a Dwarf.� He corrected her.
�Oh.� Jordan said, falling silent once more. It didn�t last long as she had another question in mind.

�What do you call this place?� she asked.

�Middle-earth.� The Elf replied, watching her reaction. She seemed deeply troubled.

�And you are a stranger to this land.� he said quietly.

Jordan smiled. It didn�t take a whole lot of genius to figure that out.

** Actually I�m from a galaxy far, far away ** Jordan wanted to say. A thousand replies came to her mind before finally settling on a suitable reply. The Immortal cautiously answered her Elf-nurse.

�Yes, I come from a very far land, and I�m not really sure how I got here.�

** There, I�m not lying but what do I say next? �Take me to your leader�? ** she wondered to herself. As Legolas worked,
Jordan took the opportunity to study him.

** How is it possible for his face to be both beautiful and masculine at the same time? * * she wondered. It was a paradox.

* * Timeless�like a living sculpture. I wonder how old is he? One thing�s for sure, he�s no Keebler Elf! I could stare at him forever. * * she thought.

Jordan�s sharp intake of breath told Legolas that her lip was especially tender.

�My apologies. I do not wish to cause you further pain, my lady.� Legolas said.

�I don�t wish that either.� Jordan responded with a smile. Legolas� lips twitched briefly as well.

Taking great care, the Elf continued to gently bathe Jordan�s face. Reaching into the satchel, the Mirkwood Prince pulled out a small wooden box. Opening the hinged lid, Legolas dipped an elegant index finger into the clear, odorless ointment and smoothed it over the woman�s cheek.

�This salve will ease the pain. The Healers at Rivendell are noted for their skills.� Legolas said. Finished, the Elf inspected the woman�s face.

Jordan�s left cheek, though discolored, seemed lighter than when he first observed it; the Mirkwood Prince briefly wondered how that was possible as he inspected the rest of her person. His gaze lingered on her lips, which were naturally coral in color; despite the amount of blood he�d bathed away, there was no cut at the corner of her mouth. In fact, the skin was unbroken.

Legolas thought it very odd. Perhaps he�d been mistaken about her injury; however, the battle-seasoned Elf knew what he saw. With his own eyes � that were capable of telling the difference between a finch and a sparrow from a league away -- the Elf witnessed the Orc strike the woman; that her lip was whole defied explanation. Puzzled, Legolas pushed it to the back of his mind as he met Jordan�s gaze. The vivid green was a rarity among mortal women, especially with hair as black as the night and skin that, though fair, was not quite like the flawless porcelain of the Elves, nor like that of the Horse Lords of the Riddermark. Of all the Races the Elf encountered in his wide travels, Legolas had not seen anyone quite like Jordan Waters; yes, he decided, this unusual beauty was indeed very fair to look upon -- for a Daughter of Man.

�Thank you, your Highness.� Jordan said softly; perhaps it was well and good that she remained unaware of the Elf�s assessment.

�Legolas, my lady.� The Mirkwood Elf replied. One day he would rule in his father�s stead; for now the Prince had every intention of enjoying his time unfettered by the crown.

�Then please, call me Jordan.� She replied.

As gracefully as a cat, Legolas rose and held his hand out to her. When Jordan took it, they both felt the sensation again. Helping the woman up, the Wood Elf noted the stiffness with which she moved.

�I�m not much of a rider.� The Immortal offered by way of explanation.

Looking up at him, Jordan smiled, and stopped when her face reminded her of its injury. Legolas smiled in return, making her heart skip a beat, though he said nothing. His silence made the woman nervous; not wanting to say something foolish, Jordan decided to follow his lead. As they walked back to camp, the Imal nal noticed he hadn�t removed his hand from the small of her back.

Gimli was seated near the campfire, puffing away on a pipe; the acrid smell assaulted Jordan�s nose. Apparently the Elf didn�t care for the nasty habit, either, for he frowned in disapproval. Spying them, the Dwarf gave no indication he cared one whit what the Elf thought, for he continued to puff away contentedly on his pipe before he spoke.

�So, there is a woman there beneath all that dirt.� Gimli said, with a hearty grin.

At least Jordan was fairly certain it was a grin; it was a bit difficult to tell with all the coarse, red hair that was in the way.
Wincing as she smiled at him, Jordan took a seat across from the Dwarf. Passing tin plates around, Gimli continued to speak.

�I�ll have you know the courtesy of the Dwarves has not lessened, though our numbers have. Eat up Lass, then ye can tell us how ye came about fighting Orcs on your own.�

Gimli�s voice had a Scott�s like burr to it; the familiar sound once again reminded Jordan of Duncan. She missed the Highlander desperately and fervently hoped for the umpteenth time that her Teacher was safe -- wherever he was. Despite the short fellow�s gruff and brash manner, Jordan sensed the Dwarf had a kind heart. Taking a cautious bite of the stew, Jordan found its taste was similar to chicken, but with a subtle, gamey hint to it. Eating slowly, between bites, Jordan gave her unlikely companions the condensed version of her arrival; Gimli and Legolas listened without interrupting, accasccasionally glanced at one another.

��and that�s when you came.� Jordan finished her tale.

Legolas sensed a myriad of conflicting emotions radiating from her; given the circumstances, he decided there was nothing in her words to cause doubt. Everything about her testified to the fact she is, in fact, a stranger to Middle-earth.

�How is it you wield a sword with skill? Are women in your world Shield-Maidens?� Gimli asked. Jordan raised an eyebrow at the unfamiliar term.

** Okay; that must mean a she-warrior or something. I can do Ebonics, medical jargon and plain English. I guess its time to brush up on my Queen�s-Old-English English. ** the Immortal thought; unfazed, Jordan answered.

�Not every woman. I�m from a class of people who are�competent with swords; we, uh, practice from time to time.�

�Well, �tis a good thing the pointy-ear and I came when we did, �ere ye�d be in a bad way.� The Dwarf said sternly. Jordan nodded in agreement; of that, she had no doubt at all.

Gimli took a long draught from his water skin and emitted an impressive belch before blotting his mouth with his wrist. Jordan smiled. As they finished their meal, the Immortal half-expected the Dwarf to wipe his mouth with the end of his coarse beard. She was strangely disappointed when the Gimli did not. Instead, he used his sleeve. Legolas, watching Jordan, gave her a small smile, rolling his eyes at his companion�s decidedly rough ways. To stifle her laugh, Jordan took another bite of stew.

Gimli tossed the skin to Jordan, who caught it out of reflex. Thanking the Dwarf, Jordan swallowed her stew; resisting the urge to wipe the mouthpiece, Jordan lifted the skin to her lips. The Immortal tried to not think about what germs the Dwarf may have � not that she�d catch any illness from him. Jordan took a small sip, and then offered it to Legolas, who declined with a shake of his head. Fluidly rising to his feet, the Elf walked to Gimli�s mount and pulled out a cloak from one of the saddle packs.

�I shall take the first watch. Fangon (Bearded One), I trust you will see that she is comfortable.�

Without a glance at the woman, Legolas turned away and melted into the forest as he fastened his cloak. Shooting the Elf a look of annoyance mingled with affection,li tli told Jordan,

�Pay ye no heed to that, Jordan. The pointy-ear knows Dwarvish hospitality rivals that of Elves.� Gimli muttered grouchily.

The latter part was said quite loudly and directed towards the trees. With a laugh, Jordan thanked Gimli for the stew and helped him tidy up. Returning to the stream, the Dwarf and the woman washed the dishes in the cold water, using clean sand to scour the plates, which they set by the fire to dry before packing them away again. After banking the fire, Gimli and the Immortal settled down for the night. Soon snores came from the Dwarf�s side. Jordan had a much harder time falling asleep, especially since she wasn�t a camping enthusiast. Twigs and rocks were digging into her back, and the ground was hard and cold, despite the blankets she lay upon. In her mind�s eye, Duncan�s face appeared, filled with concern and worry for her. Intuition told her that if indeed she was really in Middle-earth, she would not be seeing the Highlander for a while � possibly not for a very, very long time.

** Do you even know I�m gone? ** Jordan thought mournfully.

The woman viciously punched the rolled up spare cloak that doubled as her makeshift pillow in an effort to get comfortable. It was useless. The Immortal sat up; Jordan noticed the stiffness in her body had eased considerably, and her face did not feel as bad, either.

** I�m glad we heal quickly, ** she thought.

Inspecting the bark for lizards, bugs and snakes, before she leaned her back upon it, the woman was glad to see none. Jordan drew her knees up and rested her chin on them as she looked up at the vast, starry sky above.

** How do I get home? ** She wondered; the homesickness and fear washed over her full force.

Staring at the fire until the dancing flames became glowing embers, Jordan longed for cable TV, chocolate chip ice cream and a Philly cheese steak sandwich. Without the light of the fire to drive the shadows back, the darkness closed in on her and the deep shadows took on sinister shapes. Swallowing hard, Jordan�s pulse quickened as her overactive imagination worked overtime, conjuring more of the horrific Orc creatures lurking in the dark, just waiting to sink the clawed hands into her once her eyes closed. there was something about the open space that made her feel terribly insecure. The Immortal needed to feel the security of four solid walls around her; lacking that comforting assurance, she curled into a ball; the Immortal clutched her Katana, ready to draw it if necessary. She jumped when the ominous hoot of an owl and the dry, brittle sound of leaves skittered along the forest floor in the night breeze; the hairs on the nape of Jordan�s neck stood up as Dread�s icy cold fingers leisurely stroked the back of her neck.

Forcing herself to breathe slowly and evenly, Jordan closed her eyes and recited nursery rhymes in her mind to distract herself. When that didn�t work, thoughts of home and her cozy bedroom filled her mind. Instead of comforting her, the thoughts intensified the feelings of loss and uncertainty.

�Funny how you don�t know what you�ve got till it�s gone.� The Immortal muttered uneasily to herself.

Thinking of what she missed helped her focus on something other than her vivid imaginings. Jordan missed the basic necessities: electricity, running water from the tap, and most of all -- indoor plumbing. Born into privilege, the Immortal never had to go without toilet paper � until now. Though not one to wallow in self-pity, tonight the Immortal thought just this once it was completely justified. Feeling sorry for herself, Jordan sniffled before giving in to tears; her quiet sobs were masked by the Dwarf�s loud snores. Drying her tears, Jordan felt somewhat better. The Immortal knew she had no choice but to make the best of the impossibly real situation. Rubbing her swollen eyes, the woman yawned hugely and laid her head back against the tree and listened to the Dwarf snore. Despite herself, Jordan gave a small laugh, feeling just a touch hysterical with the ridiculousness of the whole situation.

�At least there aren�t seven of you guys.� Jordan muttered to herself.

Watching the glowing embers, Jordan wiped her eyes once more on her overcoat sleeves and sighed; the cathartic effect of her cry and her strange day made her red-rimmed, puffy eyes grow heavy with sleep. Jordan laid back down upon her pallet and closed her eyes.

* * *

The night had a thousand eyes, and many pairs of them � insect, mammal and reptilian alike watched the Wood Elf pass as he silently patrolled the forest. Cocking an ear, the Prince listened to the quiet chirping of crickets; Legolas mentally cataloged the sounds of nocturnal creatures engaged in the trials of life unheard by mortal ears: among them was the whoosh of night owls winging their way thru the dark in search of a meal, and the prey they sought scurrying for shelter. The subtle change in the way the owl�s wings beat the air informed Legolas a life was given up to perpetuate life. As the owl flew away with its meal, the Mirkwood Prince listened to the voices that Wood Elves were attuned to.

The trees sighed that all was well, and only because of the trusted sources of information did the Elf lower his guard. Legolas� thoughts turned to Jordan Waters. There was something about her -- something about this odd woman�s presence was strangely . . . soothing to him. Though Legolas pledged Jordan his assistance in returning �home�, the Elf was certain he did not want her to return . . . just yet; Jordan was a mystery that demanded exploration.

After the War of the Ring, Legolas and Gimli traveled throughout Arda; together, the unlikely pair explored the wonders of Middle-earth, reveling in the beauty they encountered, and sorrowing over the ugly scars war inflicted upon the land. As they neared the end of their journey, from the highest tower of the White City, Legolas caught his first glimpse of the sea. The faint cry of the gulls stirred the longing dormant in his heart, yet the siren call was not yet irresistible, for the Elf was determined to remain in Middle-earth for a time. What the Elf also discovered after his first glimpse of the sea, was that he longed for�something.

The restlessness Legolas felt in his soul grew; so much so that the Elf often considered proposing that the Dwarf join him on yet another far flung journey. However, the Mirkwood Prince was surprised to realize the restless feeling had all but disappeared with Jordan�s appearance. Owing the reprieve to the woman�s interesting . . . dilemma, Legolas thought no more of the matter. Instead, his mind wandered back to the moments when he and Jordan touched, and he felt �It�. The Elf was troubled; the only other time Legolas felt the disconcerting sensation was with his first lover, Willr�wyn. They were together for 100 years before an Orc killed her, and her death haunted him in the many seasons that followed. Since then, the Elf had taken numerous lovers during his long life, but he never forgot Willr�wyn, and occasionally wondered about what might have been. To feel it again with a mortal was both disturbing and fascinating. Uneasy, Legolas put it out of his mind as he made his way back to camp.

Jordan would be there. In the span of mere moments, he was inexplicably drawn to this strange woman�s side. From her child like wonder at something so simple as his wrist bracers, to the unguarded delight in her surroundings, she captivated him. A maiden -- a Daughter of Man, of all things.

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Jordan was drifting off to sleep when she felt The Buzz. Her eyes flew open as she raised up on her elbows, her hand automatically reaching for her Katana. Hoping it was Duncan, Jordan was both thrilled and disappointed to see Legolas appear in the faint light of the glowing embers. He, on the other hand, was taken aback that she heard him. The only mortal who could hear an Elf approach was Aragorn, but he was fostered by Elves, so it was understandable. That the woman was able to do so as well added another layer of mystery to Jordan Waters.

�You should be resting, Jordan; we ride at first light.� Legolas said softly.

Silently making his way over to the Immortal, Legolas sat beside Jordan and studied her profile in the moonlight. Jordan didn�t answer as she stared at the faintly glowing embers; long moments passed in silence before she finally spoke.

�Did you see anyone?� Jordan asked hopefully.

�Not a soul.� Legolas replied.

�How far did you go?� she asked.

�Twelve miles in all directions.� Jordan�s eyes widened, amazed.

�Did you really?� the Elf�s steady gaze was all the answer she needed.

�Why do you not rest?� Legolas asked.

�I can�t sleep. None of this makes sense. I keep thinking I�ll wake up and find that this is all a weird, crazy dream�I mean, maybe I hit my head and have a concussion, and you�re just the product of a medically induced coma, yet those�things, those Orcs back there are real. You�re real. In my world, you exist only in children�s fairy tales, and you�re supposed to be these cute little things that live in trees and bake cookies.� Jordan was aware she was babbling, but she couldn�t help herself.

�I do not know what you speak of, but I assure you I am as real as you are. I have no answers, but be assured -- I will help you find your way back, if that is what you wish.� Jordan turned to look at him, doubt and hope mingling in her troubled eyes. Finally, a tentative smile reached her lips and died before it could be fully revealed.

�Legolas�what if more Orcs are still out there?� the Immortal asked with a shudder.

The Elf heard the uncertainty and fear in Jordan�s voice; hesitating for a brief moment, Legolas put an arm around the and drew her to him in a tight embrace. Jordan resisted for a moment before giving in, her arms going around him, her body trembling.

�Be at ease, Jordan. I will not let you come to harm. We are safe.� Murmuring comforting words in Elvish, he continued to hold her, stroking her hair until she stilled.

** This is really too much,** the Immortal thought dismally, fighting the urge to give into more tears.

Perhaps it was the totality of the day, coupled with her reluctant night in the open and heaped with a double dose of �weird�. Whatever the reason, Jordan decided what would help her feel better right now would be another sob session. Knowing mortal women were prone to emotional displays, Legolas patiently waited for Jordan�s tears to cease; he began to softly sing an Elvish lullaby, it�s cadence weaved an aura of comfort around the woman. The Elf smiled to himself and continued singing when Jordan hiccupped and sighed. Feeling her body slowly relax once again in his arms, the Elf was about to lay Jordan down on her pallet when he changed his mind; Legolas drew his cloak over them and held the woman close.

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the Mirkwood Prince was not tired, nor did he wish to fall into reverie. Instead, as Jordan slept, Legolas studied her face; his blue gaze followed the fine shape of the Immortal�s eyebrows. He longed to see her eyes, but lids weighed down by thick lashes hid them. The cool night air brought out the roses in Jordan�s cheeks, and the moon gave her smooth skin a pearly luster. Taking a lock of her dark hair, the Elf enjoyed its silky feel as he slowly rubbed it between his fingers, then against his cheek. It was so black that in the sunlight, it shone blue. Legolas� keen eyes traveled down Jordan�s face, her lips were slightly parted, as if in invitation, and her body was warm and pliable in his arms. Feeling the tightening in his groin, Legolas sighed and waited for the dawn. It was going to be a long night.

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The world was beginning to stir as the day broke. Jordan�s warm blanket was shifting. Making a soft noise of protest, she snuggled closer. In her dream, her lover�s face was inches from hers; his lips curved at the corners, making it seem as if he were always smiling. She touched his face, and found his skin to be as she always imagined -- smooth and warm.

** My Adonis. ** Jordan thought dreamily. Reaching up, she touched her lips to his.

The dawn finally arrived. It was time to break camp and set out for Imladris; trying to wake Jordan, Legolas shifted his position in the hopes of rousing her from slumber. Instead, the woman snuggled closer to him. Had the circumstances been different, Legolas would have explored the opportunity presenting itself. Knowing Jordan still lingered in the realm of dreams, the Elf relented, and allowed her a few more moments� rest, until, eyes unfocused and cloudy with sleep, Jordan looked at him and touched his face. And then she kissed him.

It was not much of a kiss, really, but the sensation of their lips touching caught him off guard. It was electric. For a split second, Legolas hesitated, not wanting to take advantage of the situation, and then with a groan, he deepened the kiss and pulled Jordan closer to him; her arms encircled the Elf�s neck as she enthusiastically responded to him. His tongue traced her lips, lightly stroking, before gaining entrance and dancing with hers in a soft welcome that intensified with each stroke. The silky-smooth feel of her soft lips and tongue made him want to explore the rest of her, to see if she felt just as good.

** I can actually feel his body . . . his hair . . . so soft, so . . .! **

It was then that Jordan came fully awake. Her eyes flew wide open as she broke off the kiss and removed her arms from around his neck; for a moment, they simply stared at each other. Jordan was breathing hard, trying to get her raging body under control. As for the Elf, Legolas� eyes held the unmistakable light of interest as he waited to see what the woman would do. Blushing furiously, the Immortal realized she was practically draped across the gorgeous creature. Quickly, the woman scrambled off the Elf�s lap and jumped to her feet. Not quite meeting his eyes, Jordan knew she had to get away, to give herself a moment to collect herself. What on earth had she done?

�I-I�m sorry�� Jordan managed to stammer as she turned away. She missed the wide grin on the Elf�s face.

The woman had to force herself to walk sedately when she really wanted to run as she headed towards the stream. Kneeling by the waters edge, the Immortal touched her lips. They felt swollen from Legolas� brief but thorough kiss. She�d been kissed before, but not quite like that. Looking at her reflection in the clear water, Jordan couldn�t help but smile before it faded. The Immortal couldn�t deny the attraction she felt for Legolas � it was the suddenness and intensity of it that scared her; it was so out of character for her to kiss a man she hardly knew, let alone an Elf.

** Well, I hope that means he�s not gay.** Jordan thought. Sighing, she splashed her face and neck with water, shivering from the cold.

** I�d better get back. We�ll be leaving soon.** Composing herself, Jordan walked back to camp; Gimli was already mounted on his gelding.

�Did you sleep well, Lass? You�ll need all your strength if you�re to stay on one of these blasted beasts for the duration of the journey.� The Dwarf said, casting a baleful glance at his mount. Jordan smiled, but didn�t answer Gimli�s question.

All trace of their camp was gone. Standing by Arod, Legolas was stroking the horse�s neck, talking to it in what Jordan presumed to be Elvish; looking up at her approach, the Elf met her gaze with a level one of his own, his face impassive. Searching his blue eyes, Jordan could see no reproach in them as he handed her a small wafer.

�Good morn, Jordan. This is Lembas--Elvish way bread.� Legolas said.

�Thank you.� She replied.

Not knowing what else to say, Jordan nibbled her bread; it was light, airy and surprisingly filling. Giving the Elf a tentative smile, again Legolas easily lifted Jordan onto Arod, took his place behind her, and they were on their way. The trio had ridden for a better part of the morning, when the Immortal couldn�t stand it any longer.

�Legolas, about this morning�I hope I didn�t offend you, or act inappropriately.� Jordan waited in tense silence for his reply.

�There is nothing to forgive. I regret that it ended.� Legolas replied.

His warm breath brushing against her ear caused goose bumps to form on Jordan�s arms, despite her clothing. The woman was glad Legolas couldn�t see her blush and how much his words pleased her. What didn�t please her was his next words.

�Your wounds are completely healed. There is no mark or hurt on you.� Legolas� astute observation made Jordan slightly uncomfortable.

** He may be blonde, but he certainly isn�t dumb or blind ** she thought.

�Umm, I heal quickly. It�s a family trait.� Jordan said.

Seemingly satisfied with her answer, Legolas fell silent.

:: The blow the Orc gave her was delivered with great force, yet she is without a scratch :: he thought, intrigued.

The travelers didn�t stop for lunch, instead, they ate more of the Lembas. Legolas could tell Jordan was an inexperienced rider from the way she bounced up and down.

:: She is skilled with a blade, but not with horses.:: He mused to himself.

Unfortunately, they must ride hard to reach Rivendell before midday. Stopping only to water the horses, Legolas dismounted lightly and reached up to help Jordan down. Jordan grabbed Legolas� arms for support; she would�ve fallen if his hands weren�t still around her waist, as her legs buckled beneath her. Mortified, Jordan tried forced her legs straight, despite her thighs� protest; the Immortal�s buttocks felt as if they had been spanked continuously through the morning.

�I--I�ll be okay�I just need to stretch.� She mumbled.

Looking at the ground, she missed the look of concern on Legolas� face. Gritting her teeth, the Immortal made her way to the Dwarf who was watering his mount at the stream, she couldn�t help but grimace.

�Gimli, how do you stand it?� she asked.

�Lass, those pointy ears take to horses like fish to water. We Dwarves are not suited for the beasts, but never let it be said we cannot adapt. It�ll get easier as we go on. Perhaps you should altar your seat.� Though his voice was gruff, Jordan could hear the concern. Squinting up at her, Gimli looked at her shurikens flashing in the light.

�Those weapons of yours are unlike any I�ve seen. Mayhaps in Rivendell you can show them to me.� The Dwarf
proposed.

�I�d be honored. I would also like to examine your axes. The craftsmanship is extraordinary.� Jordan smiled at the way Gimli stood a little taller, with his chest puffed out.

When the horses finished drinking, and the water skins were refilled, the trio prepared to ride; this time Jordan sat sideways; once again she gritted her teeth as they took off. Jordan scrutinized the landscape, marveling at its unsullied beauty. When the woman grew bored, she surreptitiously studied the Elf. Staring at his clothing, Jordan wondered why the designs on his outer tunic looked vaguely familiar. Unable to place her finger on it, she gave up; instead, the Immortal examined Legolas� quiver holster. Jordan was admiring the tooling and etchings when her gaze traveled upwards to the Elf�s profile. Even with the opportunity to study him at super close range, Jordan discovered with a small amount of envy that his fair skin was unblemished, and in the sunlight, had a luminescent quality to it; looking at his ears, the Immortal was especially fascinated with the tips, and her fingers itched to touch it.

** I wonder if Mr. Spock is descended from intergalactic Elves�?** Jordan thought.

�You gaze at me most intently� Legolas commented.

�Can you wiggle your ears?� Jordan wished she could take the words back the moment she uttered them.

�No, can you?� Legolas replied, with a smile.

** Touch�. ** the Immortal thought.

�I�m sorry, that was rude of me. It�s just that I�ve never met an Elf before. Elves, Dwarves and Orcs aren�t exactly common in Washington.� Jordan replied.

�When Lord Elrond determines his course of action concerning the Orcs, I pledge to you my assistance in finding your way home, if that is what you wish.� The sincerity in his face touched her, leaving no doubt in her mind that he would keep his word.

�Thank you, Legolas.� She said softly, turning her attention back to the passing scenery.

�Tell me more of Washington.� Glad to talk about something safe and familiar, Jordan told him about her apartment, and her favorite local haunts in Washington, her discomfort briefly forgotten as the horses� swift hooves bore them towards their destination.

�Look, we are here.� Legolas announced.

The change in the scenery was astonishing. Where there was a lush, primeval forest, in Trollshaw, Rivendell was majestic. It was a sea of autumn colors: reds, golds, greens, oranges, yellows, everywhere there was color�and lots of it, as well as Immortals. Almost immediately, Jordan felt multiple Buzzes.

�Legolas, we�re not alone. There�s someone out there.� Jordan murmured as she sat up straighter, despite her sore bottom�s protest. Surprised, Legolas looked at her quizzically before replying.

�Rivendell is well guarded. No doubt Lord Elrond is already aware of our arrival. Tis not much farther.� The Elf assured her as they began their ascent.
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