Warning: Timeline 1861-1865 AU HET(sorry if I don't sound convincing of the timeline I don't usually write fic's like this
Summery: Patricia moved to the country side two years ago in search
of something new, when she meets an elf who changes her outlook on
reality yet leaves her with promises of his return. As she tells the
tale of their romance a storm brings a long lost love in the wind.

Disclaimer: I don't own Legolas.
warnings: This is Patricia's POV...
This was a spur of the moment fic. I was just sitting here under my
fan and I just got this idea. Just to warn you the way i describe
the women is kind of based off of the old days where the women
stayed at home all day and few lived alone and weren't married. Its
obviously in the country side "Where?" you ask. use your imagination.

Promises Patricia's POV

For the past year I've waited on the porch for a glimpse of him, and every time I surprise myself by still having hope. Hope that he'd return to me.

I moved here two years ago, in search of something new. I like the freedom the wild countryside offered versus the life I would have lived in the big city." I met an elf who captured my heart. Many of the women in my town ask me daily about my love, but i never tell them the truth for fear I would be locked up," I reply "He's coming back, someday."

At first the women respected my decision to stay true to my love, but as the years passed, men in the town sought out my affection. Their flirting and unyielding attempts to sway me failed. Soon everyone assumed my so-called 'love' to be my imagination and a waste of time. Although my undying love stayed true in my heart, and never faded, in the back of my mind i wondered if he felt the same.

I mostly avoided the women's meetings because I heard enough gossip just going to the market, and there was no point in me contributing to it, but seeing as how that was the highlight of their day I could understand why it was so important.

Last week the women in town had another "gossip" meeting, and Sheryl Dickens convinced me to attend.

Clarissa Shelton was a widow. Her husband had died two years ago from a heart attack; and to keep herself busy she took a liking to gossip. Ecstatic to spread her new found knowledge concerning Mrs. Farley's absence. She walked in on Mr. Farley having an affair with the young cashier down at Buckley's market last Tuesday.

"Well he'd been cheating on her for years," Riana Delmont blurted out.

"It's about time she found out, poor thing she's better off without him anyway. Riana was the type of whimsical sort of person who voiced secrets, that's mostly why I like her... she's opinionated.

Ramona Tucker stood up and announced that it was story time. As everyone got together to speak of the romances they've had or lack there of. We all sat in a circle. Some knitted scarf's, as Sheryl Dickens, the local nurse, spoke of her steamy love affair with the new guy in town. Some of them made up stories of men sweeping them off their feet when they were younger, and everyone listened intently wishing they'd someday meet their prince charming.

"Why don't you tell us about this mystery man you're so in LOVE with Patricia. What's his name?" Sheryl Dickens spoke up as everyone directed their attention at me. "Everyone else has shared their secrets, Why don't you fill us in on yours? I know everyone here would like to know about him," she added, receiving support from the other women.

"Well, it's a long story-" I began.

"Well, we've got all day sweetie." Ramona stated.

"Please tell us?" Katherine Gilman said eagerly, " he must be worth it if you're still waiting for him."

"His name," I trailed off as images of him flooded my mind and the words flowed out of my mouth with ease. "Legolas...Legolas, isn't your average man," I said blushing, as I remembered his pointed ears that I so craved. "He's different, perfect actually. Tall, lithe, beautiful, flawless skin, his hair golden as the sun, yet soft as silk and his eyes..."I said closing my eyes,

"Ocean eyes, crystal clear eyes that could stare right through me straight to my soul. And his caress was like a brand on my skin, fiery, heating my flesh, effortlessly bending me to his will. Insatiable was his caress; it was kind, tempting, protective and seductive all at the same time. I want nothing more than to be in his arms again. He is without doubt my gift from God," Incorporating my mind body and soul into the story i stood up. Women already sat on the edge of their seats in anticipation of what I was to tell them, and I gained confidence as I proceeded.