THE FORGOTTEN
A Normal Girl
Disclaimer: I do not own Lord of the Rings. I sort of own the character Jennifer.
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Author's note: This is a story that I thought of while half asleep over the course of several months. My mind does weird things... Also, this is a self insert, an unglorified self insert. Warn me if anyone starts getting Mary Sue. With out further ado, The Forgotten.
Jennifer was, well, average. In a way. She was sixteen, about 5 foot 4 inches, had long, wavy brown hair, and large brown eyes, and round cheeks that seemed to take away three years from her appearance and her skin was fair, but could tan when she was out long enough. She wasn't beautiful, but she wasn't ugly. Like I said, average.
She prided herself in being a very well rounded person. She went to a small school, and was liked by the populars, and the nerds alike, but preferred the nerds because they were not so fickle. The populars didn't like it when she wore her big black glasses.
It was a May the second, exactly 1:30 pm. Study hall. She liked her study halls; it was a chance to get work done, and more importantly, a time to day dream, and she was doing just that. All the whispering, pencil scratching, and pen tapping was unheard to her. She was only hearing water splashing and gurgling around her as she jumped into a shining lake. A moment later however, that day dream was over and she found herself contemplating whether she take out her contacts and put on her glasses. Dratted allergies! She always kept her contacts case and glasses in her pockets. Suddenly, her musing was interrupted by something outside the window that caught her eye. It was small, white, and shining.
"It couldn't be a snow flake..." she thought. "It's definitely not a shooting star, so what is it?" Her study hall room was near the interior corner of the building, and a tree grew a few feet from it.
It got closer and closer until, it came to rest on the grass, that side of the road. What was it? Suddenly a horse and rider came riding out of it and galloped till the horse was under the tree. The rider was wearing grey-green colored leggings, supple leather boots, and whatever else was covered with a long green cloak. Jennifer opened the window as the rider dismounted and called up to her.
"I was sent for you! Will you please come down?" the golden haired rider called up.
"Who sent you?" she called back through the open window.
"My father. Please come down!" he replied.
"Okay!" she called back.
Now, she wasn't a stupid girl, she kept a good head on her shoulders, but there was something telling her to go. It was against her better judgment by far.
She had climbed her fair share of trees growing up, and with minimal difficulty, managed to climb out the window and onto the ledge. That day she was wearing a lime green polo shirt, a knee length khaki skirt, tan nylons and sandals. Not a particularly climber-friendly outfit. With some struggle, she sat down and started lowering herself. Suddenly, she started losing her grip! She was going to fall! Flashbacks to when she fell out of a tree and broke her leg were coming to mind. She fell from the ledge and closed her eyes, preparing to hit the ground, but never did. Instead she found she was being safely held like a bride, in the arms of the golden haired stranger.
"Thank you!" she breathlessly said.
"You're welcome." the stranger cordially replied. "Are you hurt?"
"No, everything feels intact. Thank you. Would you set me down, please?" she didn't like being held like that. It made her nervous; she was afraid she would be dropped.
"Oh, yes, sorry," the golden haired stranger said as he set her down. "Do you know how to ride a horse?"
"No," she sighed. She had always wanted to learn.
"Then you will need help mounting one." The stranger mounted the horse and brought it near her. He stopped and said, "Do you mind?"
"I...guess not," she replied. What was he going to do? He leaned over, put his arm under her arms and lifted her side saddle onto the horse in front of him. That was it!
"I suppose you cannot balance side saddle," the stranger asked with a slight frown.
"I wish!" she said with a sigh. She realized that if she couldn't ride side saddle; she'd have to straddle the horse. To do so would mean that her skirt would ride most of the way up her leg, and that would be a horrendous violation of one of the strict standards she set for herself.
The stranger must have realized this because he asked, "Would you like to borrow my cloak?"
"Yes I would, thank you very much!" she earnestly replied. The stranger unclasped his cloak and handed it up to Jennifer. She took it, and laid it over herself just before she attempted straddling the horse. Her first attempt was successful!
"Are you ready?" the stranger asked.
"Yes I am, thank you," she replied, and off they rode towards the shining object. A thrill of adventure was coming over her. She wasn't understanding why she wasn't scared or anything! Quite uncharacteristic of her I assure you.
The short ride towards the whatever-it-was gave no clues as to what it was. Being the inexperienced horse rider, and the stranger knowing it, he put his arms around her just before the horse jumped into it. She was grateful, because that jump nearly scared her out of her wits! She wasn't expecting it.
One moment she was in the familiar setting she had known all her life, and the next moment she was riding in a wide field and looking straight at a thick line of trees in the distance, which happened to be a huge forest, and behind a faint line of mountains. The stranger let go of her the moment the horse touched the ground. She loathed admitting it, but she wished he hadn't let go. Never having been on a horse made her nervous. She tensed up the minute he let go. He felt the change.
"Why are you so tense? I will not let you fall. Neither will the horse." The stranger said with a funny grin. If she could have seen it, and not been on a horse, she would have said something smart or smacked him on the arm. Circumstances being what they were, she reacted differently.
"I assumed you wouldn't let me fall, and my head knows that, but the rest of me doesn't!" The stranger gave her a funny look. She didn't make much sense to him. She didn't make much sense to her, but she was used to herself.
"Is there anything I could do to reassure you that you will not fall?" the stranger asked.
"Um...um..." she stuttered. She didn't really want to answer. The stranger waited patiently for an answer. They had nothing but time; their goal, somewhere in the forest, was still a few hours away.
"Well," she started.
"Yes?" he patiently answered.
"I um, wasn't as nervous when..."
"When what?" he asked. He had a suspicion he knew what she was trying to say, and understood her predicament.
She gave a determined sigh and said, "I wasn't nervous when you had your arms around me!" all in one breath.
"So would you like me to hold you again?" he asked politely, and just as if he had been asking if he could get her a glass of water.
"Yes," she quietly replied. She almost cringed at herself! A high standard she was breaking!
His arms around her did the trick. She relaxed instantly. How she loathed the situation! She was acting against her better judgment by getting on that horse and now she was being held by a person she hardly knew! Yet, there was something that seemed wiser than her that told her it was ok, as if someone was whispering in her ear, "do not worry, you are suppose to be here!". Whatever it was, she could not help but trust it.
The stranger started singing something in some strange language. She had heard it before, but could not think as to where. A disturbing thought suddenly came to mind: Where was she? She thought about it a moment and concluded that wherever she was, it wasn't her world, and that it must be another, but which? A thought struck her. "Naw, couldn't be! Could it?" So she asked.
"Excuse me sir, where are we?"
"Middle Earth. To be specific, we are a few hours from Mirkwood," the stranger replied.
"May I inquire what year, month, and date it is?" she asked. The excitement was becoming too much!
"The month is August, the date is the 29th, and the year is 3018 of the Third Age," the stranger replied.
"What is your name?" she asked, not daring to guess.
"I am Legolas, Prince of Mirkwood and my father..."
She cut him off, "Your father is King Thranduil."
"Why yes! How did you know?" Legolas asked, full of wonder.
"Well see, there are these books in my world, written by a man named Tolkien, and they tell about Middle Earth, and your father and yourself are mentioned in a couple of stories." She proceeded in explaining the books. He sat puzzling over how such a thing could be. Suddenly Jennifer spoke again.
"I think perhaps, I am not from another world, but another time," she slowly said.
"What do you mean?" he asked.
"There is a theory that Tolkien was writing about a past time that no one remembers, not another world. Of course, this theory was never more than that. I never really thought Middle Earth existed, until now. Now I know. That theory must have been true! There is no other explanation!" She said the last part more to herself than Legolas. She began wondering if the same wasn't true of other stories...
"Does this mean that you know why you are here?" Legolas asked.
"No. I thought you knew!" she replied.
"No, neither I nor my father has any idea why you are here," Legolas admitted.
"Then why did you come for me?" she asked, becoming slightly confused.
"I came for you because my father and I had dreams that we were to get you."
"Sent from the Valar I would suppose."
"Yes. Well, in our dreams we were told what to do, and between my father and me, we knew everything we needed, and here you are," Legolas said.
There was silence for a few moments and then Legolas started softly singing again. Jennifer was finally getting comfortable on the horse and was becoming drowsy. The same thing happened when she rode in a car. Soon, she was sound asleep.
A moment later, or so it seemed, something startled Jennifer and she woke up. She thought, "Wow, I can't believe how comfortable riding a horse is, and whatever I'm leaning on is really comfortable! Wait a second!" she realized she was leaning on an elven prince! Ack! One standard broken twice! How horrible! She bolted up right.
"What's wrong?" the elven prince asked.
"I'm sorry!" she cried.
"For what?" he asked. She was thoroughly confusing to him. "What a strange human girl," he thought to himself.
"For sleeping on you! I shouldn't have," she apologized.
He just looked at the back of her head with his brows knit together. He didn't understand her. Most elves would have thought nothing of it; they could always tell when they liked each other. It was never a big deal. If she had been related to Legolas, she wouldn't have minded of course, but she was sure she wasn't.
"I assure you, I didn't mind. You are not very heavy." He tried consoling her. It sort of worked. Jennifer felt a cross between assurance and suspicion. A horrible place to be! Then she reminded herself of things she had read in the trilogy, and decided to be assured. She had been asleep for some time now, and found they were close to the forest.
"So, how far is it to your father's halls once with in the forest's eaves?" she asked.
"A little less than an hour," he replied.
"Oh," she said. A moment later she asked, "Could you make the horse gallop?"
"Whatever for?" the elf asked. She was an odd one.
"So I can see what it feels like to ride at full gallop. I have read about it, but obviously never done it myself," she shyly admitted.
"Very well," the elf prince said with a grin. He spoke a word to the horse, and like an arrow from a bow darted off towards the forest. Exhilarating she thought it! The elven horse's footfalls were light, making it feel marvelous! She smiled as wide as she could! The elf felt her heart beat faster. He knew it was a thrill of joy that made it do so. He smiled wide. It reminded him of the first time he took his younger cousin Nimloth out for a ride. She had smiled too.
"Do you like it?" the elf asked with a grin.
"I love it!" Jennifer replied ecstatically. "It is wonderful! I only regret the forest is drawing so near!"
The elf took it as a hint, and steered the horse off course. They went riding along the edge of it for a ways. The elven horse grew never weary. The afternoon was drawing near an end, so the elf turned the horse towards the forest again.
The horse was slowed down to a brisk walk as they entered the forest. Jennifer had never been in such a great forest before, so at first she was a bit awestruck. After a while however, trees became trees, and she delighted in it as much as she delighted in the woods in her back yard. She couldn't shake the feeling however, that this forest was definitely different. The very air of Middle Earth was definitely different from that which we are used to, and she never figured out what it was.
They rode for however long, and all of the sudden Jennifer found herself looking at the very gates that Bilbo had seen Varda knows how many years ago. They opened by magic as the horse approached them, and shut by magic after the horse's tale was inside the gate. She saw beautiful houses in the trees and on the ground all about. Everything looked much lovelier than she had imagined it would. As they crossed the bridge, an elf came up to them.
"Greetings, Prince Legolas! Greetings, fair guest! May I take your horse?" the elf questioned.
"Greetings, and yes." Legolas replied. He dismounted, and then Jennifer dismounted after some difficulty. The elf then took the horse away as Legolas and Jennifer walked towards the Halls of Thranduil. Once inside the doors, Jennifer handed the elven prince his cloak.
"Thank you," she said as she held it out.
"You are very welcome," the elf replied. As soon as the elf had it draped over his arm, Jennifer got goose bumps. Those halls were a bit drafty. She thought it may be a little rude or odd to ask for it back, so she decided to suffer. Her personality had her quirks, she admitted it. Something that the books neglected was to tell you that elves were hyper sensitive to everyone and everything around them. The slightest change went noticed.
"Are you cold?" the elf prince asked, a little concerned. He had heard humans catch cold easily.
"A little," she admitted. The elf instantly handed back the cloak. Jennifer flung it around her shoulders and thanked him.
They made an odd couple, walking down the elvish halls. He was tall and dressed in elvish attire. She was on the short side, for an elf, and was wearing an extremely unusual outfit to Middle Earth anyway. Her sandals were clacking loudly down the hall. All the elves in the place looked at her as she passed. Such a short skirt! Such loud shoes! Good Valar! Did she have no decency!
They walked to the doors of King Thranduil's throne room. Legolas had his hand on the door and was about to answer when Jennifer stopped him.
"Please, before we enter, tell me what the correct greeting is for addressing an elven king!" she pleaded.
"Just greet him in a way that is acceptable for royalty in your world." Legolas responded as he pushed open the door.
Royalty! What royalty? She lived in America! Addressing royalty was never thought of by most Americans.
Before she knew it, she was staring King Thranduil in the face. He looked very similar to Legolas. "Well, now I know where he gets his good looks!" she thought. Then her mind began racing. Who should speak first? She didn't have to wonder long because Legolas spoke first.
"Greetings, my father. This is Jennifer, the one that I was sent for."
"Greetings, Jennifer," Thranduil said with a slight nod of his head.
"Greetings your majesty," she said with a slight bow of the head.
"Tell me please, your story," the king requested. Jennifer proceeded to tell the king all the relevant details she could remember. Her short sixteen years had been rather uneventful, and shed no light as to why she was there.
When she finished the king informed her that she could go to her room and prepare for supper. They were to have a feast in her honor that night. She felt like she was getting undeserved honor. A feast for her! She hadn't been there long enough to do anything, and she certainly didn't think she had done anything that noteworthy back home. She thanked the king and told him she was incredibly honored.
Legolas led her to her room. When they were a ways down the hall she asked, "Why are you holding a feast in my honor?"
"We are having a feast in your honor because we want you to feel welcome."
"Oh, back home if we want someone to feel welcome we give them a friendly greeting and inform them that if they need anything they have only to ask for it. Sometimes we invite them over for a meal, but certainly never a feast."
Legolas got a funny look on his face. "Would you rather we cancel it?"
"No, I'm not offended by it in any way. I'm just surprised I suppose. I've never had anything besides a birthday party held in my honor, and typically I arrange them myself."
"So are you not well liked?" he asked.
"No, that's not it. I'm liked well. It's just that I've never done anything noteworthy enough to grant me a feast, that's all."
"But you said you arranged your own birthday parties."
"My mother didn't make a big deal about birthdays. I suppose they should hold a little more significance to a human than it should to an elf, but each individual year isn't as important as, say, a mile-stone birthday like 10, 16, 40, and 50."
"I think I understand," the elf slowly said. Humans were odd, or at least this one was. It was something her family members and friends had always thought about her. They told her too, and she always agreed.
They walked on a few more feet in silence until Legolas said, "This is your room," as he stood by the door. "Mine is next door. I shall take you to dinner in a few minutes."
"Thank you," she said. She went into her room and he went into his. Her room was gorgeous! On the right wall was a small hearth. In front of it was a chaise lounge with a deep blue blanket draped over it. Against the back wall were two tall lamp standing with a writing desk and chair in between them. To the left of these things was a door. In the middle left of the room was her bed. It was a large bed with a wooden frame with ornate carvings and engraving in it. The head board was hardly visible behind the tall heap of pillows. The pillows looked incredibly soft and were colored blue, green, and white. The top blanket (I suppose you could call it a comforter) was blue with a beautiful green vine pattern on it with white flowers. Upon closer examination she concluded that the flowers were outlined with silver thread, and the green vines and leaves had gold thread running through them.
The left wall supported a wardrobe and a wash stand. Next to the door leading into her room was a large mirror surrounded in a silver and gold frame. She wandered around the room and found herself looking at the door by the writing desk. She stretched out her hand and grabbed the door knob. With a quick twist, and a pull she had the door open. Inside was a large silver tub, a table with several towels and wash clothes on it, and several lamps and candles. There were two large lamps, one on either side of the tub, and all around the room was a shelf that held candles, lots and lots of candles.
"Yes!" she thought. "I knew there was a reason I liked elves!" The thought of a hot bath was about the best thought she had thunk all day! As you can imagine, she was slightly nerved. I mean, she had been taken from her world for no reason that anyone can see. Suddenly the words of Legolas came back to her mind, and she rushed out of there.
She went over the wardrobe and opened it. Inside was a hunter green dress with silvery designs on it, and large flowing cream colored sleeves. She loved those kinds of sleeves! Next to it was a green and brown dress that she found surprisingly attractive, it also had large flowing sleeves. She was nearly giddy! She loved these kinds of dresses! Next to this was a hunting outfit. A tunic of a green khaki color and brown leather. It was one piece, and the same material, but had an overlapping leaf pattern. Hanging next to the tunic was a pair of green-grey leggings. I say leggings, not hose, because they had no feet to them. Next to this was a green cloak, and next to that was a soft purple night gown. On the bottom of the wardrobe was a pair of tall suede boots shaped like overlapping leaves. She was noticing a pattern. On the shirt and the boots was silvery vine and leaf tracery. One last thing she noticed was a silvery tunic with tighter sleeves that flared slightly and had beautiful embroidery on it. What she failed to see was the delicate pair of slippers sitting under the first dress.
She quickly changed into the hunter green dress, gladly forsaking her lime green polo shirt and khaki skirt and nylons. She left her sandals on however, still not noticing the slippers. When she heard the knock on her door, she gladly bade the elf enter.
He saw her and stuttered, "A-are you ready?"
"Yes!" she sweetly replied as she clicked over to Legolas. He gave a slight cringe. Those shoes were so loud!
"Did you not see your slippers?" he asked.
"No, why would I want to wear slip... oh yes, forgot. Where are they?" she asked.
"They should be in your closet," he replied. She went back over to her closet and saw them.
"What did you start asking?" Legolas asked.
She stopped what she was doing and casually replied, "Oh, I had quite forgotten that elves wear slippers instead of boots or some other kind of shoe." She paused for a moment then added, "Why did you stumble on your words when you first came into the room?"
"It was just that I didn't expect you to look so elvish, that's all. It surprised me, that is all." He only spoke half the truth. Something seemed different about her; not her looks, something deeper. He didn't pay it much heed at the moment though.
Jennifer went over to her bed, sat down and started changing her shoes. It was then that Legolas noticed her legs were no longer tan, but very fair. He gawked, he couldn't help it!
"What?" she asked.
"I beg pardon, but your feet! They're white!" exclaimed the elven prince.
"What color should they be?" she asked with an extremely puzzled face.
"A few minutes ago they were brown, now they are white. How can that be?"
It struck her. Nylons. She hadn't thought about the fact that elves couldn't have possible known about them. She laughed out loud.
"That was because of my nylons!" She jumped off the bed and snatched them from the bottom of the wardrobe. She put the one thigh high on up to her knee and showed him. It made sense enough.
"Why would you wear such a thing?" he asked. They didn't seem very practical to him.
"I don't know. It's a rule at my school, so I follow it. They are not very comfortable in my opinion," she replied with a shrug. She started walking towards him wearing the extremely comfortable elven slippers.
"Did you not like the jewelry?" Legolas asked with a slight frown.
"What jewelry?" she asked.
"Then you did not find it! I told my father you probably wouldn't," Legolas said as he crossed the room. On the mantle above the fire place was a flat box. Nope, she didn't find it. Legolas took it off of the mantle and brought it to Jennifer. He held it with one hand and opened it with the other. Inside was a silver necklace with large star, a circlet with a star on it, and a pair of earrings, all with matching stars. It was beautiful! The detail, the way the stars shone, it was all so beautiful that Jennifer took a sharp inhale followed by a large smile and a huge thank you. She put on her earrings, Legolas clasped her necklace, and he set the star upon her brows.
"You look beautiful," Legolas quietly complimented.
"Thank you." She sweetly smiled. No one besides her parents had ever told her that before. Legolas then offered his arm to her and they strode off towards the feast.
Now Jennifer had read The Hobbit, and had a clue as to what to expect, sort of. There was nothing for her to compare it with. She had never gone to a party where there was dancing. She typically went to church banquets and ice cream socials. Thus, she had no idea whatsoever as to how to act.
The feast part was easy enough. Elves didn't believe in Victorian table settings, thank goodness! When you were to use a new plate, fork, and knife, they took away the old ones and brought you the new ones. You never had more than one of any dish or utensil at one time.
After a delicious feast, the elven minstrels began to play. Elves began dancing with other elves, by themselves, and with two or three people –it didn't really matter. The King and his son jumped up and joined the festivities. Jennifer got up and slipped over to the edge of it all. She was quietly observing everyone. They seemed to be enjoying themselves thoroughly. She was enjoying herself in the way that loners do. She wasn't a loner by nature, but had learned to be one over the years and learned not to mind it much, so whenever she found herself out of place, she went into loner mode and was content.
Legolas was happily dancing when he saw her standing off by herself. She looked like an elfling at her first dance. Truth be told, that's how she felt. Legolas came walking over to her.
"Why aren't you dancing with the rest of us?" he asked, looking slightly concerned. "Is something wrong?"
"Well, er, yes. You see, I can't dance. That is to say, I never tried," she sheepishly answered.
"That can be easily remedied! Come with me!" he said as he took her hands. He led her into the midst of them. He started instructing her on what to do with her hands and feet. The first song or two was comical. She looked gawky and clumsy, but after that she got it, and looked more and more graceful with each step she took. By the end of the night, she was dancing as well as any elf in the place. She never learned anything that fast.
How long she danced I don't know, but some time late into the night she became tired.
"I think I'll be heading back to my room now," she announced quietly to Legolas.
"Are you tired or are you bored?" he asked with a grin. He had determined by now that he could jest with her.
"Incredibly bored! You elves throw such boring dances!" she teased, and followed it up with a quick, "Just kidding! No, I am very tired."
The elf just smiled. "Poor human child, so tired so quickly!" the elf thought. "I'll accompany you back to your room," he said out loud.
"Oh, you don't have to, Legolas! You've done enough already!" she protested.
"But I want to!" he smiled. She consented. He led her back to her room and told her he would be right outside the door if she needed anything until she was in bed. She went in her room, shut the door behind her, and smiled with a sigh and an eye roll. Why was this elf treating her so? He didn't patronize her, nor did he treat her like she was a toddler, which, in elven eyes, she was. It seemed to her that he was treating her like something to be carefully handled and treasured. It was something she wasn't used to. She and her friends and her family were always teasers and treated each other like equals. He was treating her in an exalted manner, and she liked it.
As tired as the girl was, she desperately wanted to take a hot bath. So she opened the door and said, "Before I go to bed, I would like to take a bath." She had a suspicion that someone was suppose to draw one for her, but she really didn't know. The elf nodded his head, acknowledging that he heard her, and went off to find a servant. He found a servant elf maid and told him that the Lady Jennifer wished to have a hot bath, and the elf maid went immediately to draw one for her. In a few minutes, Jennifer found herself in a wonderfully hot bath. Oh how nice it felt! The stress of the day seemed to drift away. She didn't take a very long one, so she soon was in bed. Now, I am sure, most of you believe that elves had absolutely no form of indoor plumbing, but it simply was not so. They may not have had much in the way of running water, but they did have drains for their sinks and bathtubs.
Jennifer changed into her new purple night gown and crawled into the bed. It was even softer than she thought it was! Then she remembered what Legolas had said and decided she better tell him she was going to bed. She reluctantly crawled out of it, and opened her door. She poked her head out and saw Legolas standing by the door.
"I am going to bed now."
"Pleasant dreams," the elf softly said.
"Thank you," she timidly added.
"For what?" the elf asked.
"For everything! You and your father have been so nice to me! More than I deserve I'm sure! Then here you are, an elven prince, serving on me! If I could think of some way to repay you I would."
"Jennifer, there is no need. I promise," he softly replied with a smile. What a funny human girl. "I am going to be next door all night should you need anything," he added.
"Not necessary, you can go back to the party! Don't stay here on account of me!" she insisted.
"No, I do not want to go back. Good night," he said.
"Wait, before you go, I really must warn you of something. I talk in my sleep. To be perfectly honest, I make any variety of noises in my sleep. So if you hear me screaming or laughing or crying in the middle of the night, do not worry about it. It's just me asleep, and I am a sound sleeper, so don't bother waking me," she told him. "Good night!"
She went into her room and remembered her contacts. She took them out and put on her thick black rimmed glasses. She found herself suddenly thirsty, and decided to ask Legolas for a glass of water. She went out of her room and knocked on his door.
"Jennifer?" he asked from inside.
"Yes." she replied.
"I'm changing at the moment, go back to your bedroom and I will be in there in a moment."
"Okay!" she replied. She went back to her room and sat on the chaise lounge. In a moment she heard Legolas knock on the door, and she bade him enter.
"What did you need Jennifer?" he asked.
She turned toward him and opened her mouth to speak, but he jumped back wards before she could make a sound, his white robe flying with him. His eyes were as wide as saucers, and full of curiosity.
"May I ask what is on your face?" he asked drawing slowly towards her.
"Oh, my glasses!" she said. "They help me see clearly."
"So you cannot see well. How unfortunate," he said, then added, "Why were you not wearing them earlier?"
"I was wearing my contacts." she explained. "I'll show you." she said before he could ask what they were. She went over to the mantle, and took the case out. She took one out and showed him.
"So, do you put this on your eye?" He asked in amazement. He had never seen such a thing!
"Yes. They are quite comfortable," she said.
"They must be bothersome though."
"Yes they are!" she sighed.
"So what did you need?" he asked, changing the subject.
"Oh, a glass of water," she replied.
"I shall return with it shortly," he said and went out of the room. A few minutes later he returned with a silver pitcher and a glass. "Is that all?" he asked.
"Yes. Thank you very much!" she said. "Good night Legolas!"
"Good night, Jennifer!" he replied with a smile, and left the room.
Jennifer crawled back into the bed and within a few minutes was as sound asleep as she had ever been. In the mean time Legolas was next door, thinking over the events of the day. He was thinking about the strange human girl that was now next door. Jennifer, what a strange name. It wasn't a name he would have picked. It sounded pleasant enough to his eleven ears however. Then he thought about her eyes. How horrible it must be, not being able to see without something on your eye or something on your face! He hadn't met many humans in his life, but the one he did know had wonderful vision for a human.
Legolas thought that she should not be deprived of good eye sight, so about two hours after she went to bed, Legolas got up. He crept to her room and opened her door noiselessly. He carefully shut it behind him and slowly crept to her bed. Thanks to his elvish eye sight, he saw that she had thrown all but two of the pillows to the foot of her bed or on the floor, in her sleep.
Slowly, with great care, he crept into the bed and sat next to her with crossed legs. He carefully picked up the pillow her head was on with her head yet on it, and placed it in the gap between his knees, resting her neck on his ankles. He gently placed his warm hands on her eyes. With a soft voice he started singing in the elvish tongue. After several minutes of this singing, he started tracing spirals on her closed eye lids. His fingers barely touched her skin. For how long he sung, no one knows. When his song was finished he placed one hand on her brow and started singing another song, a song of dreams. He was giving her an elvish dream. When he was finished, he carefully placed her pillow and head back on the bed and silently crept out of the room with a smile on his face. He was excited; he couldn't wait till the next morning when Jennifer would wake up.
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