by Feb 25, 2003Stories

Elenya laughed at the hobbits. She took Legolas’s hand and led him through the courtyard to where the fountain was. She sat on the side and looked at her reflection. Her silver dress sparkled in the water. Legolas took her hands and brought them to his lips.

“What happens now?” she asked.

“What do you mean?”

“Where am I going to?”

“Don’t ask anymore. In my arms.”

Legolas pulled her to him and held her in his embrace refusing to let her slip away as she had once done. Without saying anything, he captured her mouth in a passionate kiss. The instant their lips met, he felt her stiffen in surprise but her hesitation was brief and soon she was kissing him back with just as much passion. He tasted warm and familiar like they had done this for as long as they had lived. She felt her head swim at the power of his demanding mouth and for a few seconds, there was nothing in the world but them and the undeniable feelings they had for each other.

“This all still seems as a dream,” she said feeling his chest rise and sink beneath her neck.

“And I pray this dream will last forever. I shall not go to Mirkwood. I do not wish to become king.”

“Where shall we go?”

“Ithilien,” he suggested.

She smiled. “Eden Ardhon sounds wonderful.”

“But there is something troubling me.”

“What is it?”

“I know not. Tis merely a feeling. I do not know. A feeling that you are not going to be with me for very much longer.”

“Please don’t say that,” she said. “I will never leave you.”

She took his hands and made him face her. She met his eyes. Her hair escaped the braids it was in and blew against her face and her bare shoulders. Slowly she began to sing to him.

“I have never felt like this. For once I’m lost for words, your smile has really grown me. This is not like me at all. I never thought I’d know the kind of love you’ve shown me. Now no matter where I am, no matter what I do, I see your face appearing like an unexpected song an unexpected song that only we are hearing. Like an unexpected song and unexpected song that only we are hearing.”

He took her chin in his hands.

“You are the Elf From America. My elf. My love. My star.”

With that Legolas kissed her as he had done so many times before. But out of all the kisses he had given her that were the most fiery, the most passionate, and the most pure, this one left them all behind.


“So were here,” Elenya said as she looked down upon the fair kingdom of Eden Ardhon

Elenya and Legolas were finally in Ithilen looking out on a balcony at the beautiful kingdom of the elves. They would be married in Valinor but now maybe not. Legolas looked into her eyes then buried his face in his hands.

“What is it?” she asked.

He took her hands and brushed one of his across her cheek. “It is time.”

“What do you mean?”

“Tis time for you to leave.”

“What?!” she asked in astonishment.

“Emilie, you have been blessed with a dream far greater and longer than that of any other. But dreams do not last forever. We all belong to our own time. I belong to mine and you to yours. I had a vision last night from Eru telling me that you had to go back. I did not want to believe it, but the feeling has become stronger and stronger.”

She looked down. “So even when I woke up in America and you were with me. That was a dream too.”

“Aye. I am sorry. Never forget, I shall be with you.”

“I do not want to leave,” she said stubbornly.

“I know you do not. And I would rather you not either. But you must.”

“Why must I go back?”

“Because you’re needed there, Emilie. You are needed there far more than you are here. Middle Earth is not your home. Tis not your destiny.”

“But I need you.”

“I shall be with you always.”

“Will you truly?”

“I will watch over you every day. Though you may not see me, I shall be there.”

“I love you.”

“And I you. Remember that song you had me listen to in America?”

She knew what he was talking of.

He began to sing. “Kiss the Rain whenever you need me. Kiss the Rain whenever I’m gone too long. If your lips feel hungry and thirsty Kiss the Rain and wait for the dawn. Keep in mind, we’re under the same sky and the night’s as empty for me as it’s for you.” He continued on but with a different song. “There for me every time I bid away, will you be there for me thinking of me every day?”

She sang as well, “Are you my destiny words I never dared to say will you be there for me? Just think of you and me. We could never turn alive its such a mystery just to hear you say your mine and while you’re close to me so close to me just hold me!”

He did. He still heard her singing words of a song he had never heard before.

“In the quiet misty morning, when the moon has gone to bed. When the sparrows stop their singing and the sky is clear and red. When the summers ceased its gleaming when the corn is past its prime, when the adventures lost its meaning I’ll be homeward bound in time. If you find it’s me your missing, if you’re hoping I’ll return. To your thoughts I’ll soon be listening, in the road I’ll stop and turn. Then the wind will set me racing as my journey nears its end, and the path I’ll be retracing when I’m homeward bound again.” She stopped and dared ask a question of him. “So is this it? Is this the end?”

“It shall never be the end for us.”

Slowly he raised her chin to his face. He saw the tears glistening in her eyes, and he remembered an old line from a movie they had watched in her dream in America.

“Here’s looking at you kid.”

She smiled, but she could not control the utter emptiness she would feel when she left. He held her one last time tightly. He planted one last kiss upon her lips and she wanted to hold onto him, but she couldn’t. She wanted him to hold onto her, but even though he tried, he could not hold onto her. For she was a mere memory a fading star. And all stars fade when they are called by the Sun. And the Sun came to her. She knew it was time. Emilie woke up. She looked outside of her window. It was raining and she knew he was there.

I don’t want people to cry but I think you will anyway. I could not still be in Middle Earth if I am writing this story so I could not lie and say that I sailed away and lived with him forever. I have often wondered if I’m still there with him in that world even though I’m here too. But I look up at the sky at night and see the stars. And in the day I feel the raindrops on my hair, and I know he’s there and always will be.



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