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Only One
By : HollyHobbit13
Category: Lord of the Rings Movies > Crossovers
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Dawn found Jordan asleep on the roof; slowly, the sun rose in the sky, gradually burning away the haze enveloping the lands beyond Rivendell. Golden fingers of light unhurriedly crept over the dark horizon, pushing back the shadows before gently touching the sleeping woman. Curled up in a ball, her dark head pillowed upon her arms, Jordan frowned. Awareness of the chill in the air rouses her from her peaceful slumber. Desperately clinging to the last vestiges of sleep, her hands clumsily search for the bed sheets she kicked off; her fingers touch cold stone.
"Hhhmmm . . ?!" Drowsily, Jordan yawns, opens her eyes and looks around.
Slowly sitting up, she sleepily blinks and shivers lightly in the cool morning air. Stretching her stiff limbs, Jordan rubs her arms vigorously, forcing her blood to circulate warmth. From her high vantage point, in the distance below are the graceful forms of Elves going about their usual morning activities. Aware of their keen eyesight, she carefully climbs down from the roof—hopefully before Lord Elrond receives word of his guest's odd behavior.
After a hurried bath, Jordan slips into a butter soft brown tunic and matching leggings, fills a small satchel with fruit and Lembas, and slings it over her shoulder; walking towards the balcony and down the stairs, Jordan makes her way towards the glade, avoiding as many Elves as possible without being rude. Try as she might to remember her dream, the details elude her - vanishing like mist on the water, yet the feeling of despair and foreboding remain. Passing thru the dew-covered glade, Jordan's footsteps bend the emerald hued grass, leaving a visible trail behind her. Striding purposefully towards the thick grove of trees, she strides further into the copse of woodland than she's ventured before. Absorbed in her thoughts, the grandeur of the trees pass by unnoticed, until finally, her progress is abruptly halted when she splashes into the stream intersecting her path. Jordan blinks several times as the cold water rushes over her boots. She stares at the flowing water, her mind belatedly registers its presence. Hastily backing out of the stream, Jordan shakes the water off her boots before turning in a slow circle, studying her surroundings. Save for the stream merrily tinkling in its bed, all is quiet and still, the solemn mood permeating the air makes Jordan feel she stands on Holy Ground
St. Ignacio Memorial Park
Manila, Philippines
September 1945
Two months after her parents' departure, Jordan stands in the middle of the cemetery, facing the Highlander. Following her Teacher's lead, they walk past headstones, statues, and crosses - mute sentinels watching over the departed souls resting in the hallowed soil.
"Why have you brought me here?" she asks, nervously looking around.
Jordan does not like being out late at night – not at a cemetery; by day it is peaceful, comforting even. At night, the new Immortal finds it macabre and frightening; the grave markers glow eerily - bleached bones in the light of the midnight sun. Edging closer to Duncan, she gazes at him expectantly. The Clansman looks down at her without speaking; he continues towards their destination: the columbarium. Situated deep within the cemetery, the large, imposing building looms ahead in the distance. The duo enter, their footsteps whisper across the marble floor. Further they walk, the cubbyholes on either side dotted with keep sakes dedicated in memoriam. Standing at the south wall, Jordan follows Duncan's gaze.
Jordan Milagros Waters
Born: June 19, 1924
Died: July 3, 1945
Beloved Daughter
Gone To A Better Life
How strange. Jordan thinks, staring at the plaque covering the niche.
Her formal portrait, taken moments before her Debut, proudly returns her stare from behind the protective glass cover. Memories of the important milestone fill her mind.
Was it only three years ago . . . ?
Closing her eyes, Jordan imagines herself back to that moment in time with her family, closest friends and their escorts; the night is spent laughing and dancing - the mood is joyful and festive; Jordan smiles faintly at the memory -- the flurries of activity behind the scenes while she changes into in her haute couture gowns - - each successive gown more beautiful and elaborate than the previous - - during the course of the night; Jordan relives performing the traditional dances with her court, every detail of the graceful waltz of the Grand Cotillion. Precious memories become dearer to her heart – of her girlfriends as they light eighteen candles, celebrating Jordan and their friendship. Jordan relives every moment of the wonderful night of her former life, gone in the blink of an eye. The woman's face remains expressionless as her fingers trace the raised bronzed letters.
"Who's ashes . . . ?"
"Someone who would've ended up in a university lab or buried in an unmarked grave. It doesn't matter." The Highlander answers quietly, watching Jordan's reaction.
The fledgling Immortal does not hear his answer; she is lost again in memory, of her Debut, to the Eighteen Roses dance; after receiving seventeen red roses from her male entourage, Jordan's Father strides onto the dance floor to present her with her eighteenth rose – a perfect, white rosebud, before sweeping her into their Father and Daughter dance. In her mind's eye, she sees her parents dancing close together once more. Jordan’s heart aches with bittersweet memories; she feels unable to breathe. Standing before her tombstone, unable to maintain her façade of indifference, Jordan’s bottom lip trembles violently.
"I never got to say 'good-bye' - I should've told them I loved them while I could. Now they'll never know!" Jordan wails.
Tears well up in her eyes; a glistening drop of moisture escapes and slowly trails its way down her cheek. Tenderly, Duncan wipes it away with his thumb, only to see it replaced by more, as Jordan cries her grief and pain anew; the sound echoes loudly in the passageway, amplifying her misery. The Highlander sighs and pulls her close in a comforting embrace; Jordan's arms wrap around him, clutching him tightly as she sobs. Resting his chin atop her head, Duncan gives Jordan a reassuring hug when she finally stills and composes herself.
"Will it get easier?" she asks, sniffling.
"Maybe. Maybe not; time will tell. You have no knowledge of your potential. When I first became Immortal, I had the same fears that you have. My life changed in a way I couldn't comprehend --right now you can't even begin to dream of the possibilities. Through the years I learned there are so many endless possibilities. I'm not telling you that whatever gift you were given you'll ever get back. Things will never be the same - that's the way it is for us. But there's future on future, lifetime on lifetime out there for you. That's one blessing of Immortality; there's always tomorrow -but only if you learn how to protect yourself." He replies.
Reaching into his overcoat, the Clansman pulls out a handkerchief and presses it into Jordan's hand. Jordan dries her tear-stained face before blowing her nose noisily. Taking a deep breath, she squares her shoulders and looks up at her Teacher, giving him a watery, tremulous smile.
"I needed that." Jordan says as she draws in a shaky breath.
"Better?" he asks as she takes in another deep breath. Jordan nods before her eyes take on a sudden, panicked look.
"I'm all alone, now, Duncan . . ! " the unpleasant reality Jordan held at bay since her first death now strikes her with all its awful truth.
"I have no one!" Jordan bursts into tears again, the wrenching sobs tear at the Highlander's compassionate heart. He can’t blame her for taking it so hard.
"Jordie . . . Jordie - you have me. As long as I live, I'll be there for you. No matter what." The Highlander promises as he strokes her back soothingly.
"Really?" she asks in a tiny voice.
"Really." Duncan reassures her.
"Promise?" leaning back in his arms, Jordan searches his dark eyes.
"I promise." The Highlander replies before leaning his forehead against hers.
"Then you really are my Kuya, aren't you?" Jordan says.
"Yes, I suppose I am." he answers.
"If . . . if I were to lose my head, will you -"
"Yes." He says firmly, looking her in the eyes.
Somehow Duncan always knows how to make her feel better. Jordan needs to know she still matters to someone – to know that somewhere out there, someone still cares for her. It comforts her to know she means enough to Duncan for him to avenge her death. The Scotsman gives his student another hug before releasing her.
"From the ashes of your old life, a new one begins. You're one of us now. Immortal. If you want to stay alive, you must learn to take care of yourself. This is Holy Ground." His face solemn, Duncan spreads his arms wide, the gesture encompasses the nearby church and burial plots. Duncan's hushed voice could've been a shout, for the night is unnaturally still; his words echo hollowly in the cavernous building.
"'Holy Ground'?" Jordan repeats.
"Any place held sacred by any religion is considered Holy Ground and off limits to a Challenge."
"Is that carved in stone?" She asks, smirking at the play on words. Duncan gives her a hard look.
"Be serious! This is the only place you'll ever be safe. Your only refuge." The Highlander snaps at her, his voice low. Duncan has never before taken that tone of voice with Jordan. Mortified, Jordan nods, her head bowed.
"Why is my only safety on Holy Ground?" She asks meekly.
" The Code - the Rules of the Game forbids it. Even the worst of us will not violate this rule."
Coming back to herself, Jordan blinks; she remembers that night vividly. A wistful smile appears on her face.
Let's see how far the rabbit hole goes
Jordan resumes walking, stopping only when the trees grow so close together, they appear impassable. Eyes closed, she stands unmoving, slowing her breathing; the absolute effort and intense concentration causes her forehead to glisten with a light sheen of perspiration as she strains her senses outward; she can’t feel any Elves close by, the Buzz is barely perceptible. Satisfied, Jordan sighs deeply and opens her eyes. With each breath, the earthy scent of the forest fills her nostrils, the trees are glorious - - dark green leaves filter the sunlight, dappling the forest floor with an ever changing pattern of light and shadow, giving the area an otherworldly feel. Jordan lookd about in wonder at the natural beauty surrounding her; the hushed, tranquil atmosphere acts as a balm, soothing her troubled spirit.
Strong branches stretch high above, as if reaching for the sun. On a whim, Jordan decids to climb a tree; with a running start, the woman jumps up and catches the lowest branch within reach. Swinging, she hooks a leg over the branch and pulls herself up. Grasping the bough above her, she climbs higher and higher, until the topmost branches can no longer safely support her weight. Comfortably ensconced in a sturdy forked limb, with her back against the tree's trunk, Jordan looks down at the forest floor far below; the highest trees she climbed in her childhood are half the height of the tree she rests in. Knowing she shouldn't be so high up, especially if she needs to descend in a hurry, Jordan stubbornly remains where she is.
If I fall out and break my neck, I'll revive. . . How will I explain that if I'm found? Jordan does not wish to explain to the Elves her unnatural ability to return from the dead.
Promising herself she'll return before darkness falls, Jordan fishes out a pear from her satchel, eating it slowly as she thinks about Duncan and home; the two are synonymous, yet Jordan realizes with a start she thinks of Duncan and home less frequently; even more disquieting, is the fact that Rivendell feels like home.
Where are you, Highlander? Are you looking for me, do you even know how—is it even within your abilities to find me – why am I here?
Jordan's thoughts turn to the comforts of home. Her mouth waters as she remembers the juicy burgers and ice cream sundaes served at her favorite all-night diner. She can almost hear the beef patties sizzle, almost smell the fragrance of mushrooms and onions grilling. Elven food is delicious—in it's own way, yet Jordan yearns for junk food all the same. With a sigh, she pushes the thoughts from her mind and watches the dust motes dance in the air thru half lidded eyes. Enjoying the solitude, her mind returns to thoughts of home - to her co-workers, wondering if she'll still have a job when she returned. A frown creases her brow as she tries to recall if she sent her car payment in the mail before her . . . unexpected arrival in Middle Earth. Jordan doesn’t have time to think about it as the Buzz alerts her to someone's arrival. Sitting up, grasping the branches on either side of her for support, Jordan imagines herself an eagle on her nest as she leans far over the branch, straining to see who will appear. Growing puzzled when no one appears, the woman's brow furrows deeply as she strains to peer through the more dense leaves and branches far below; she can’t see who is down there.
"'Quel amrun. Mani naa lle umien? (Good morning. What are you doing?)"
Surprised and shocked to hear Legolas' voice above her, Jordan whips around, slipping from her perch in the process. With an unladylike curse, Jordan begins to plummet downward, and would've crashed thru every branch on her downward trajectory —had not Legolas immediately leaped down from his bough above and reached for her. Effortlessly hauling Jordan up by the front of her tunic, Jordan clings to him, her heart beating a mile a minute. One horrible second she is suspended in the air—anticipating a painful fall—the next she is safe in Legolas' arms.
"Amin hiraetha, lirimaer ( I'm sorry, lovely one)" he murmurs, stroking her back soothingly.
"H-h-huh?" Shaken, she can’t quite speak; the adrenalin rush makes her tremble visibly.
"I did not mean to startle you. Forgive me." Legolas says, glad for the excuse to hold her close. Legolas feels dreadful for literally startling her out of the tree -- the thought of Jordan coming to harm causes his heart to tighten, the fear as real as if he is the one in danger. Though Jordan is not in any real danger, once he caught her and she is safe within his arms, he cannot resist teasing her; she is even prettier when angry, for her eyes flash and spit green fire.
"Don't you ever do that again!" Jordan exclaims hotly.
Recovering her composure, she releases her hold on Legolas and leans far back in his arms as she glares at him. Legolas smiles mischievously. Incensed, Jordan punches him hard in the shoulder. He doesn’t even flinch. Instead, the Elf releases her. Eyes wide in shock, Jordan falls backward— to be caught again in his strong arms. Infuriated, she struggles to free herself in earnest, not caring if he really does let her fall. Jordan’s efforts are futile; he is much too strong for her. Jordan opens her mouth to curse at him, only to have Legolas cover it with his. No matter which way she turns, the Elf follows; wrapping one arm securely around her, his other hand tangles in her long hair, Legolas easily holds her fast. Livid, Jordan resists his kiss, keeping her lips tightly pressed together as she pushes away from him, squirming and twisting in his arms. Despite her best intentions, her anger melts under the Elf's tender onslaught, and she ceases her struggling. Panting from her efforts, Jordan’s lips part slightly.
It's just a kiss -- what harm can come of it . . . ?
Legolas' warm tongue lightly traces her lips. Unable to resist, the tip of Jordan's tongue touches his, and lightly traces Legolas’ lips in response. Nibbling her bottom lip, he gently suckles it before his tongue slips into Jordan's mouth when her lips part, welcoming him; Jordan's arms encircle Legolas’ neck and pulls him closer. He tenderly plunders her mouth, and his hand winds her dark hair tighter in his fist; his kiss changes, demanding more from her, and Jordan eagerly responds in return. Legolas' free hand roams boldly across her back, caressing her waist, before sliding down to her bottom, alternately cupping and gently squeezing her buttocks, raising her slightly and holding her closer to himself. Jordan sighs into his mouth, as he molds her body to his; her bosom presses tightly against the Elf's chest; Jordan clearly feels the hard bulge in his loins, and her treacherous body answers. The woman in her feels empowered—this magnificent Elf finds her desirable! Jordan presses her hips closer, intentionally rubbing against his erection. As they continue to kiss high up in the tree, an insistent voice in Jordan’s mind demands she stop this madness, for her to keep her distance. Ignoring it, Jordan loses herself in the Elf, reveling in his strength, savoring his kiss, and the sheer bliss of being in his arms. Legolas kisses Jordan thoroughly once more before nuzzling her neck; breathing hard against her neck, he inhales deeply, savoring the smell of Jordan’s skin. Though he wants her badly, Legolas will not have their first encounter in a tree, for Jordan deserves better; he will wait . . . for now. Reluctantly, Jordan struggles to compose herself; it takes everything ounce of willpower to not jump on Legolas and smother him with more kisses. Stroking his thumb against her bottom lip, Legolas gives her a lopsided grin.
"Forgive me, Arwenamin (my lady). I will never let you come to harm." Remembering the reason for her anger, Jordan’s eyes narrow; without warning, Jordan pulls his ear.
"Tanya awra! (That hurt!)" Legolas rubs his ear, looking at her accusingly. Instantly Jordan regrets her childish act. Capturing his face between her hands, Legolas resists for a moment.
"Its my turn to ask your forgiveness." She murmurs.
Pulling his head down, Jordan kisses his lips and traces his cheek with her lips. Feathering kisses to his injured ear, she nuzzles it gently with the tip of her nose, slowly, she traces the contours of his ear lightly with her tongue; lingering over the pointy tip, she smiles at his sharp intake of breath as his arms tighten around her.
Aha! her mind stores away that bit of useful information.
Covering his ear with gentle smooches, Jordan licks the sensitive point, gently nibbles his earlobe, and kisses it again before she releases him. Legolas' cerulean blue eyes are dilated, the desire in his eyes makes Jordan's eyes widen. They stare at each other for several seconds before Legolas pulls her closer. Resting his forehead against hers, he looks into her eyes, wondering how this woman, whom he barely knows – can cast such a spell on him. Enchantress.
"I forgive you, Melamin." Legolas murmurs, his voice hoarse. Jordan smiles, laughing softly as he hugs her tightly.
"Do you plan to sleep here tonight, Jordan?" he inquires.
Only if you join me.
"No." She replied, still thinking about his kiss.
"Khila amin (follow me)."
Gladly
Legolas leads the way down the tree; regretting her decision to climb so high, Jordan's descent is more difficult than ascending, her progress significantly slower, intent on not stepping on Legolas hands—again; unbothered, Legolas is in his element, the weapons strapped to his back do not impede his progress; Legolas places Jordan's feet on footholds when she would've slipped, and steadies her when she falters, encouraging Jordan after she encounters painful splinters. Thirty feet above the ground, Legolas stands on a branch. Without pause, he steps off, and lands on his feet as if he is only two inches above the ground. Looking up into the tree where Jordan stands clutching a branch, he holds his arms open wide.
"Jump—I will catch you." He calls to her. Jordan looks at the Elf as if he lost his mind.
"You don't ask for much, do you?" she calls down to him. Lifting her onto a horse is one matter; dropping her full weight on him at that height— in addition to the force of gravity and accompanying momentum—seems ludicrous at best, if not downright impossible.
"I don't think that's a good idea, Legolas. I'll find a way to climb down." She says, searching for the next branch and foot hold within reach. As if reading her mind, he replies,
"I will not let you come to harm, nor will you harm me."
"Legolas, I'm at least twenty feet above you." She protests.
"Thirty." He corrects her.
"Are you crazy?!" Jordan exclaims; looking down, she can see another branch directly below her; she may be able to reach it . . .
"Jordan -- please. Trust me. It will be dark soon, and there are other things in the forest beside us." He says. Legolas knows full well there is nothing in Imladris that will harm them; however, he decides to keep that bit of information to himself.
"What kind of 'things'?" Jordan asks, uneasy.
"Things with teeth." He replies. It isn't a total lie, for the squirrels, foxes and other small creatures do indeed have teeth.
"Big teeth?" she asks worriedly.
"Do you really wish to discover that for yourself?" Legolas asks, his tone ominous.
Catching the satchel she drops to him, he sets it on the ground, taking it as a good sign. The longer he spends with Jordan, the more Legolas hopes she will come to trust him—in more ways than one. Jordan looks down at him, undecided; she doesn’t relish the thought of climbing down the rest of the way, especially after plucking several large splinters from her palms during their descent. Given the alternative, she decides having a devastatingly sexy Elf as a landing cushion is not a bad thing. If he misses, he'll have to carry her all the way back—which isn’t such an awful idea, either . . . Thirty feet is a long way down . . . Jordan remains where she is, worrying her lower lip; a thousand reasons to not jump flits thru her mind.
Do it Jordan—just do it.
Closing her eyes, Jordan hopes for the best; she steps off the branch. With an involuntary cry, she plunges towards the ground. The terrifying feeling of weightlessness sends her stomach churning. Suddenly, the sensation stops. Cautiously peeking thru her lashes, Legolas' impossibly blue eyes peer at her, a big grin on his gorgeous face. He remains upright.
"You have eaten well for lunch." He groans, pretending to stagger beneath her weight.
Jordan throws her head back and laughs. She likes that Legolas has a sense of fun and humor; unfortunately for her, it adds to his already great appeal. Jordan can’t quite believe he caught her, yet there she is in his arms; the still forest rings with the sound of her giddy laughter. Despite her determination to keep him at arm's length, her heart traitorous heart clearly feels otherwise. Legolas is amazing, and she sees him as larger than life. He playfully tosses her in the air as if she weighs no more than a child, catching her easily before he spinning her around. Jordan throws her arms around his neck, hugging him close while the forest whirls into a green blur; the only thing in focus is Legolas. Her decision to jump is symbolic of everything about her incredible adventure: trust in the Elf, willingness to suspend her disbelief and live for the moment. . . If only she can silence the small voice in the back of her mind reminding her she doesn’t belong in this world. Setting her gently on her feet, Legolas holds her hand, and leads her forward. Jordan willingly follows as Legolas leads her onward. He shows her deeply shadowed hollows and hidden waterfalls, laughing when she vigorously declines his offer to explore the dark caves. Legolas teaches her more Elvish, which Jordan dutifully parrots back. During their hike, Legolas points out various plants noted for their healing properties; one in particular, Athelas—or Kingsfoil, seems to be the middle-Earth equivalent to a 'cure all', at least for many ailments. Jordan marvels at the variety of flowers; among them are anemones, and other unfamiliar blooms growing rampant, carpeting the forest floor in living, vivid color. She breathes deeply, inhaling the sweet fragrance rising from the flowers. Legolas' head cocks to the side, listening. Leaving her to enjoy the flowers, he silently walks towards a tree partly obscured by thick underbrush; a small, well-worn path is almost hidden by the growth. Gesturing for her to come, Legolas whispers loud enough for her to hear:
"Dina (be silent)" Legolas says as he places a finger to his lips.
Holding a branch aside for her, he pulls her closer to him. Jordan swallows, assuming he is going to kiss her again. She prepares herself to resist when he inclines his head, indicating she should look. Puzzled and slightly miffed, she does. Less than five feet away stands a doe with her twin fawns, their light brown coats dotted with white. Nervous, the doe's ears twitch, her black nose tests the air.
Jordan doesn’t move, transfixed by the sight before her. The doe is much larger than what she expects, the fawns are tiny in comparison. Frolicking at their mother's hooves, they pause; one fawn wobbles towards them and stops two feet away, curious and cautious; responding to a silent command, the little one leaps away and returns to it's mother's side, re-joining it's twin. The doe looks at them, ears twitching, before silently leading her fawns deeper into the forest. Jordan watches them leave, still in awe. Looking up to see Legolas scrutinizing her closely, she is intensely aware of their close proximity. Legolas' eyes are so clear, so blue; she can stare at him forever. As his face nears, her lips part, anticipating another kiss -- when the insistent voice in her mind warns her to be careful, to keep her distance. It whispers in her mind to heed the warning in her dream. Reluctantly, Jordan pretends to sneeze and steps away from the Elf. The moment is gone. Ruined. Legolas follows, a frown marring his smooth face.
"Mani naa ta?(What is it?)"
"Oh, umm-just my allergies. I think we'd better go back." She lies, keeping her eyes averted as she walks away.
"Al—allur…?" he stumbles over the unfamiliar word.
"'Allergy.' Something that makes you sneeze; 'allergies' for plural." Jordan rubs her nose and sniffs several times for good measure. Legolas is puzzled, for the blatant untruth is plain as if she has said an Orc is behind him. Slightly hurt that she rebuffed his kiss, Legolas reaches for her hand.
Oh, Legolas, you're not making this easy for me . . .
Jordan's resolve is rapidly fading; she knows she is sending mixed signals, yet Jordan can’t help herself. There are too many conflicting emotions she is feeling when Legolas is near; both her sane, rational head and her feeling, emotional heart dictate her actions, resulting in one very confused Immortal. At this precise moment, Jordan’s heart wins; deciding it best to wean herself from him slowly, Jordan's fingers curl around Legolas. They hadn't gone far when he stops. Jordan looks at him questioningly.
"Rivendell is that way." Legolas smiles at her, indicating the opposite direction with a nod over his shoulder. Cheeks flaming, Jordan grins back.
"I knew that!" Laughing together, Legolas pulls her in the right direction. The shadow of her rejection vanishes as they share the joke, his good humor returning.
"You do not fear high places. What were you doing?"
"I was thinking about home." Jordan replies.
Legolas' lighthearted mood deserts him. Home. Why does the simple word unsettle him so, he wonder; he is at a loss to explain. The Mirkwood Prince gently releases her hand. Jordan immediately feels the change in his mood. Legolas keeps his eyes forward as they walk.
"You would return." He says flatly.
"Legolas…this isn't my home; I don't belong here—wouldn't you want to go home if you were me?" Her words bring Legolas to a halt; turning his bright gaze down to her, in his eyes is an unfathomable expression.
"Were I to have ample reason, I would choose to stay." The underlying meaning in his words is unmistakable.
Does Jordan have a reason to stay? She has her life waiting for her. If she can return to it, that is. Her job . . . Duncan. Unsure how to respond, Jordan looks down, studying her boots as if they hold the answers to her dilemma. Looking up at Legolas, Jordan chooses her words carefully before speaking, her voice soft and filled with regret.
"If I had a choice-"
"Do you not? You say you wish to return, yet after your attempt, you still remain." his blue eyes hold Jordan in place. A brief look of confusion crossed her face before understanding dawns. Apparently Legolas witnessed her failed attempts to find her way back; a smile quirks her lips.
"Oh . . . you saw that. Yes, well, I'm still here—but for how long, Legolas? My presence here is a temporary fluke; when I return, all of this may seem like nothing more than a dream." She says, indicating the forest with her arms spread wide.
"You may not even remember me."
Legolas watches her, his fair face unreadable. He cannot argue against the logic behind her statement. A creature of magic himself, he knows magic of unparalleled strength is the only way possible to bring Jordan to middle-Earth. If Jordan hadn't appeared the way she did, he might dismiss her as merely delusional; yet everything about her witnesses the truth that she is indeed not of this world – an Outlander. Legolas has no answer for Jordan; instead, he walks away. Sadly, Jordan watches his retreating figure, convinced she will do them both a favor by keeping her distance.
"You may be nothing more than a dream…a wonderful, impossible dream." She whispers in a dejected undertone to herself.
Legolas pauses in mid-stride, casting her a sidelong glance over his shoulder, waiting for her. Jordan schools her features into a neutral expression before she catches up with him; they walk in silence, not touching. Trying to lighten the mood, she plies him with questions about Mirkwood; Legolas offers nothing more beyond the answer to her questions. Feeling wretched, Jordan falls silent. After a while, they emerge from the tree line, the glade before them, her quarters are visible in the distance. Unsure what to say to ease the tension between them, with a sigh, Jordan turns to thank Legolas for his company, only to see he is gone.
Confident Jordan can safely find her way back to her quarters from the glade, Legolas takes to the trees, moving swiftly and silently as only Elf-kind are able. He struggles to understand and control the unfamiliar emotions roiling within him, dismayed to acknowledge just how strongly he feels about Jordan Waters, and is deeply troubled to realize just how strongly he wants her to stay. With him.
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