A note: sorry, the elf isn't supposed to be Legolas. I started out intending to write something about Legolas but I didn't feel comfortable embellishing on his character as such. I'm a Tolkien geek and I admire Legolas too much to risk writing something bad about him. :) And the girl whose point of view this is from - I don't know who the hell she is. I just felt like writing something and these are the words that came out.
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'This way,' he said, gesturing to a lighter area that could be glimpsed through the thick trees. I followed him the the clearing, marvelling at his light step. He sat on the short grass and peered up at the bits of sunlight which slipped through the leaves. I followed suit and sat down near him, leaning back on my arms. The air smelled green.
We sat in silence for a while.
Something was hiding in the corner of my mind. I tried to figure out what it was. Was I missing something? Hard to tell. It was so hard to keep track of time when the world was good. I even kept losing track of the days… days… day… birthday! It was my birthday and I hadn't even remembered!
I noted this to him. 'You know what, today's my birthday! And I didn't even know!'
'Mmm,' he hummed, sounding vaguely confused at my excitement. 'That's right, happy birthday.'
'And I'm eighteen! If I were back home, they'd let me do all sorts of new stuff now. It's kind of a shame I can't try out my new powers,' I joked.
'Ah, you humans put too much emphasis on age,' he said.
'You elves don't have to,' I laughed.
He smiled. 'It doesn't mean anything.'
'It doesn't have to,' I responded. 'To most people it does.'
'Not to me.' He looked over at me. 'What does it mean to you?'
I closed my eyes and felt the breeze brush my face. 'Right now? Nothing.'
Something else brushed my face and I opened my eyes a little to see his hand playing with my hair. A family of butterflies awoke in my stomach, and I smiled at the sky. I took his other hand in mine.
'Then let's just be,' he whispered.
I closed my eyes again as his breath mingled with mine, and then our lips touched and the earth sang.
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'This way,' he said, gesturing to a lighter area that could be glimpsed through the thick trees. I followed him the the clearing, marvelling at his light step. He sat on the short grass and peered up at the bits of sunlight which slipped through the leaves. I followed suit and sat down near him, leaning back on my arms. The air smelled green.
We sat in silence for a while.
Something was hiding in the corner of my mind. I tried to figure out what it was. Was I missing something? Hard to tell. It was so hard to keep track of time when the world was good. I even kept losing track of the days… days… day… birthday! It was my birthday and I hadn't even remembered!
I noted this to him. 'You know what, today's my birthday! And I didn't even know!'
'Mmm,' he hummed, sounding vaguely confused at my excitement. 'That's right, happy birthday.'
'And I'm eighteen! If I were back home, they'd let me do all sorts of new stuff now. It's kind of a shame I can't try out my new powers,' I joked.
'Ah, you humans put too much emphasis on age,' he said.
'You elves don't have to,' I laughed.
He smiled. 'It doesn't mean anything.'
'It doesn't have to,' I responded. 'To most people it does.'
'Not to me.' He looked over at me. 'What does it mean to you?'
I closed my eyes and felt the breeze brush my face. 'Right now? Nothing.'
Something else brushed my face and I opened my eyes a little to see his hand playing with my hair. A family of butterflies awoke in my stomach, and I smiled at the sky. I took his other hand in mine.
'Then let's just be,' he whispered.
I closed my eyes again as his breath mingled with mine, and then our lips touched and the earth sang.