Disclaimer: I own nothing of Tolkien's because if I did I wouldn't be
writing this and I'd be much more wealthy and have a British accent.
A/N: When you hit the section where she's rehearsing think Dido's All You Want to get a feel for the music I had in my head when I wrote this.
Chapter 5 – They Kiss
Alania tossed and turned all night. The sleep she did manage to get was awash with images of Legolas and Georn fighting a nameless enemy. They were disturbing images and at dawn Alania decided to get up rather than try to squeeze in another hour or two of fitful sleep.
She threw on a wrap over her pajamas, which were actually a ribbed tank and very loose drawstring sweats. Her hair was mussed and she had circles under her eyes, but she couldn't have cared less what she looked like. All she could think of was coffee. She climbed downstairs and noticed that the TV was on with the volume low. She peered in to the living room and saw Georn and Legolas sitting on the couch, both of them seemingly asleep. Quietly she headed to the kitchen and set the coffee maker. With a full mug in hand, she stepped out onto her porch to sit on her swinging love seat and watch the sun rise. About 10 minutes later she was deep in thought and didn't notice that the elf had also come outside and was watching her.
Legolas had not really been sleeping when he had heard Alania come down. He thought it best not to disturb her morning routine. He knew how annoying a disruption could be on a bad morning, he had seen several of those himself. When he saw that she had stepped outside, he got up to follow her and bid her a good morning. Seeing that she was deep in thought he chose to wait until she spoke first. In truth, he was enjoying just looking at her. He could tell that she hadn't slept well, but for some reason he found her tousled fatigued look very appealing. She looked like a child in those big baggy pants and huge wrap, with her hair all messy and sticking up all over. He had a tremendous urge to go over and cuddle with her. He wanted to run his hands through her hair and braid it in elfin fashion.
These thoughts and more had been running through his head all night. He couldn't understand why he had such an attraction to the woman. They barely knew each other, but there was something there which he couldn't put his finger on. It was just a feeling he had when she was near. It was something he had never experienced before and thought it best to leave things alone until he understood it better. In the past there had been many instances of instant attraction, but the attraction was purely sexual. In this case it was intellectual as well as sexual. He wasn't sure what to make of it, and it frustrated him that he had spent so much time dwelling on it when there were much more pressing things he needed to take care of.
Last night Georn had spoken with him at length about the world in which they were in. There were many things Legolas needed to learn to blend in smoothly with the locals. Georn started with a basic history of this land, moving through to major cultural notions and then introduced him to technology. He was most impressed with all the magical items Alania owned. Especially the boxes that sound and moving images came out of. Georn had called them a stereo and television. It was very intriguing how both were controlled by a wide wand that was called a remote. There was no magic like this in Middle Earth. Legolas couldn't wait to see what other delights were contained in this world, though he imagined that he could live without getting into the car again.
Alania finally noticed him and was a little uncomfortable that he was staring at her, especially because of the line of thinking that had just been going through her head. Blushing and averting her eyes, she bade him a good morning and invited him to sit beside her as the sun rose. Together they passed the sunrise in silence. When the last vestiges of the night had dispersed and the birds were singing, Alania asked if Legolas had slept well.
"In truth, I do not sleep much. Elves have little need for sleep. Georn and I spoke much, as there were many things we needed to catch each other up on. He also showed me all the magic things you own. It is a most impressive lot. Gandalf himself would be envious" said Legolas.
"Magic things?" asked Alania.
"Yes. The stereo and television were very entertaining. I imagine it is very hard to tear yourself away from them. Do many people get stuck watching or listening to them? In the wrong hands it could be a very dangerous weapon."
Alania laughed. Wiping tears from her eyes she said "Oh Legolas, those things aren't magic. I am sure that if I had enough knowledge about how they are made I would be able to create them in your world as easily as they are created here. Although I can see why you would think them magic if you had never seen them before. And as for them being evil weapons… well, let's just say that's true enough. I know I've been the victim of channel surfing more often than I should admit. By the way, who's Gandalf?"
"Gandalf is one of the wisest men in Middle Earth. He is a great wizard. Without him all the lands of Middle Earth would be under Sauron's power."
"A wizard?! What, with spells and potions? That is too cool. And this Sauron guy sounds like a good story. You'll have to tell it to me at some point."
Awhile later, as they all sat for breakfast, Georn announced that he was taking Legolas for a turn on her land. Alania thought that was fine as it would give her time to work on the choreography for an upcoming video. She was starting to get used to Georn not being a dog, although she had poured him water in a bowl earlier out of habit. Georn had not found it funny, but Legolas had laughed long and loud.
After clearing the table, Alania headed downstairs to her studio to work out and practice the arrangement. This particular musician was a little full of herself and Alania wanted to make sure that each movement was catered especially for her. She was not the best dancer and Alania had to compensate for it with the background arrangement while still making the artist most prevalent.
Alania was one of those people that really loved what they did for a living and managed to lose track of time whenever they really got into it. So it was no surprise to Georn that she was still downstairs when they returned to the house a few hours later. He and Legolas had discussed the finer points of protection against a raiding army on her land. Neither of them were overly concerned about a group of marauding Orcs, but it was always better to be safe than sorry. They had also discussed the necessity of training Alania in basic defense techniques, again because of the safer- than-sorry logic. They wanted to make sure that she would be safe. With these plans they entered the house and could hear the music from downstairs. Alania liked to rehearse with the music turned up loud. Perhaps this was because she had first danced in club or maybe it helped her 'feel' the music. Whatever the reason, Georn was not partial to that volume of music so he went back outside. Legolas, on the hand, was curious. The music was lyrical and ethereal. There was a sensuality in it that called to Legolas. He quietly went downstairs to see what Alania was doing and to inquire about the music.
Alania was completely involved in her movements. She stretched and leaned. Twirling and feeling the rhythm and beat. She let her body go where it wanted, watching herself in the mirror to make sure the movement looked right. She did notice that Legolas had come downstairs, but it didn't make her uncomfortable. In the clubs there were always men who watched her. It usually made her more aware of what her body needed to do next with the music to get the best effect, that being getting someone to watch you. She came alive when she danced in front of others.
What Legolas saw was unlike anything he had every seen before in all his 3,142 years. No one danced like this in Middle Earth. In fact, she would probably be branded as a witch if she did this there. He was mesmerized by her. Her dancing was sensual and graceful. She seemed to capture the song perfectly in movement. Flexible and strong, she merged ballet with gymnastics and modern club dancing into something completely new and unique. Legolas did not know that a body could move like that. He couldn't take his eyes off her. In all his life he had never wanted anyone as much as he wanted her in those moments. There was no way he would ever allow her to dance like this in Mirkwood, as she would enchant all the males. The music ended and she stopped.
"Well?" she asked breathing hard and sweating. "What'd you think?"
Legolas strode over to her, pulled her into his arms and kissed her.
Right then!!! Reviews please. I need them. I cannot live without them! They are the blood that flows through my veins. Ok ok, I'll stop being so dang melodramatic. BUT!! I will threaten you all with this… If I don't get lots more reviews I won't write up the steamy sex scene I have in mind later. Instead I'll do the cheesy fade out and fade in to the next morning thingy. Muhahahahaha!
A/N: When you hit the section where she's rehearsing think Dido's All You Want to get a feel for the music I had in my head when I wrote this.
Chapter 5 – They Kiss
Alania tossed and turned all night. The sleep she did manage to get was awash with images of Legolas and Georn fighting a nameless enemy. They were disturbing images and at dawn Alania decided to get up rather than try to squeeze in another hour or two of fitful sleep.
She threw on a wrap over her pajamas, which were actually a ribbed tank and very loose drawstring sweats. Her hair was mussed and she had circles under her eyes, but she couldn't have cared less what she looked like. All she could think of was coffee. She climbed downstairs and noticed that the TV was on with the volume low. She peered in to the living room and saw Georn and Legolas sitting on the couch, both of them seemingly asleep. Quietly she headed to the kitchen and set the coffee maker. With a full mug in hand, she stepped out onto her porch to sit on her swinging love seat and watch the sun rise. About 10 minutes later she was deep in thought and didn't notice that the elf had also come outside and was watching her.
Legolas had not really been sleeping when he had heard Alania come down. He thought it best not to disturb her morning routine. He knew how annoying a disruption could be on a bad morning, he had seen several of those himself. When he saw that she had stepped outside, he got up to follow her and bid her a good morning. Seeing that she was deep in thought he chose to wait until she spoke first. In truth, he was enjoying just looking at her. He could tell that she hadn't slept well, but for some reason he found her tousled fatigued look very appealing. She looked like a child in those big baggy pants and huge wrap, with her hair all messy and sticking up all over. He had a tremendous urge to go over and cuddle with her. He wanted to run his hands through her hair and braid it in elfin fashion.
These thoughts and more had been running through his head all night. He couldn't understand why he had such an attraction to the woman. They barely knew each other, but there was something there which he couldn't put his finger on. It was just a feeling he had when she was near. It was something he had never experienced before and thought it best to leave things alone until he understood it better. In the past there had been many instances of instant attraction, but the attraction was purely sexual. In this case it was intellectual as well as sexual. He wasn't sure what to make of it, and it frustrated him that he had spent so much time dwelling on it when there were much more pressing things he needed to take care of.
Last night Georn had spoken with him at length about the world in which they were in. There were many things Legolas needed to learn to blend in smoothly with the locals. Georn started with a basic history of this land, moving through to major cultural notions and then introduced him to technology. He was most impressed with all the magical items Alania owned. Especially the boxes that sound and moving images came out of. Georn had called them a stereo and television. It was very intriguing how both were controlled by a wide wand that was called a remote. There was no magic like this in Middle Earth. Legolas couldn't wait to see what other delights were contained in this world, though he imagined that he could live without getting into the car again.
Alania finally noticed him and was a little uncomfortable that he was staring at her, especially because of the line of thinking that had just been going through her head. Blushing and averting her eyes, she bade him a good morning and invited him to sit beside her as the sun rose. Together they passed the sunrise in silence. When the last vestiges of the night had dispersed and the birds were singing, Alania asked if Legolas had slept well.
"In truth, I do not sleep much. Elves have little need for sleep. Georn and I spoke much, as there were many things we needed to catch each other up on. He also showed me all the magic things you own. It is a most impressive lot. Gandalf himself would be envious" said Legolas.
"Magic things?" asked Alania.
"Yes. The stereo and television were very entertaining. I imagine it is very hard to tear yourself away from them. Do many people get stuck watching or listening to them? In the wrong hands it could be a very dangerous weapon."
Alania laughed. Wiping tears from her eyes she said "Oh Legolas, those things aren't magic. I am sure that if I had enough knowledge about how they are made I would be able to create them in your world as easily as they are created here. Although I can see why you would think them magic if you had never seen them before. And as for them being evil weapons… well, let's just say that's true enough. I know I've been the victim of channel surfing more often than I should admit. By the way, who's Gandalf?"
"Gandalf is one of the wisest men in Middle Earth. He is a great wizard. Without him all the lands of Middle Earth would be under Sauron's power."
"A wizard?! What, with spells and potions? That is too cool. And this Sauron guy sounds like a good story. You'll have to tell it to me at some point."
Awhile later, as they all sat for breakfast, Georn announced that he was taking Legolas for a turn on her land. Alania thought that was fine as it would give her time to work on the choreography for an upcoming video. She was starting to get used to Georn not being a dog, although she had poured him water in a bowl earlier out of habit. Georn had not found it funny, but Legolas had laughed long and loud.
After clearing the table, Alania headed downstairs to her studio to work out and practice the arrangement. This particular musician was a little full of herself and Alania wanted to make sure that each movement was catered especially for her. She was not the best dancer and Alania had to compensate for it with the background arrangement while still making the artist most prevalent.
Alania was one of those people that really loved what they did for a living and managed to lose track of time whenever they really got into it. So it was no surprise to Georn that she was still downstairs when they returned to the house a few hours later. He and Legolas had discussed the finer points of protection against a raiding army on her land. Neither of them were overly concerned about a group of marauding Orcs, but it was always better to be safe than sorry. They had also discussed the necessity of training Alania in basic defense techniques, again because of the safer- than-sorry logic. They wanted to make sure that she would be safe. With these plans they entered the house and could hear the music from downstairs. Alania liked to rehearse with the music turned up loud. Perhaps this was because she had first danced in club or maybe it helped her 'feel' the music. Whatever the reason, Georn was not partial to that volume of music so he went back outside. Legolas, on the hand, was curious. The music was lyrical and ethereal. There was a sensuality in it that called to Legolas. He quietly went downstairs to see what Alania was doing and to inquire about the music.
Alania was completely involved in her movements. She stretched and leaned. Twirling and feeling the rhythm and beat. She let her body go where it wanted, watching herself in the mirror to make sure the movement looked right. She did notice that Legolas had come downstairs, but it didn't make her uncomfortable. In the clubs there were always men who watched her. It usually made her more aware of what her body needed to do next with the music to get the best effect, that being getting someone to watch you. She came alive when she danced in front of others.
What Legolas saw was unlike anything he had every seen before in all his 3,142 years. No one danced like this in Middle Earth. In fact, she would probably be branded as a witch if she did this there. He was mesmerized by her. Her dancing was sensual and graceful. She seemed to capture the song perfectly in movement. Flexible and strong, she merged ballet with gymnastics and modern club dancing into something completely new and unique. Legolas did not know that a body could move like that. He couldn't take his eyes off her. In all his life he had never wanted anyone as much as he wanted her in those moments. There was no way he would ever allow her to dance like this in Mirkwood, as she would enchant all the males. The music ended and she stopped.
"Well?" she asked breathing hard and sweating. "What'd you think?"
Legolas strode over to her, pulled her into his arms and kissed her.
Right then!!! Reviews please. I need them. I cannot live without them! They are the blood that flows through my veins. Ok ok, I'll stop being so dang melodramatic. BUT!! I will threaten you all with this… If I don't get lots more reviews I won't write up the steamy sex scene I have in mind later. Instead I'll do the cheesy fade out and fade in to the next morning thingy. Muhahahahaha!