Chapter IV:
I sat on the couch, next to Legolas, and told them the whole story. My mom sat on the loveseat, as white as snow, and my dad was speechless. Legolas looked into my eyes. The look made me think that he was glad that I had told, but sad that he wouldn't be accepted. His eyes were so expressive. I felt terrible. I had done the right thing by telling, but what if my parents didn't believe us? I put my arm around Legolas' shoulder.
"I see," said my mom after a while.
"Mom, do you believe us?" I asked.
"Well, it does sound impossible, but I don't think that you would lie about something like this. He does look like Legolas. Ok, I believe you," she said.
"Dad?" I asked.
"I guess so," he answered.
I threw my arms around Legolas' neck and he smiled.
By then, it was nighttime. We went to bed at about 10:30, Legolas in his room, my mom and dad in my room, and me on the couch. At 10:45, Legolas crept into the living room with a pillow.
"Is the coast clear?" he asked.
"Yes," I answered, "but what are you doing in here?"
"I want you to go sleep in my room. I can sleep here," he told me.
"How about we both sleep in here?" I asked.
"All right," he answered.
I got off the couch and lay down on the floor. Legolas lay down beside me.
"Isn't this better?" I asked.
"Definitely," he answered.
I woke up at 8:00.
"What happened to my alarm clock?" I wondered. "I remember setting it."
I walked into the kitchen. Legolas sat watching news.
"Good morning," he said without even turning around.
"How do you do that?" I asked.
"Do what?" he replied.
"Know where people are without even looking," I said.
"I am an elf," he replied with a smile.
"It slips my mind," I said.
He handed me a cup of coffee and said, "This should sharpen your senses and mind."
"I'd better change. I have to go get my clothes," I told him.
"I think you look fabulous," he said. I was wearing a short, turquoise nightgown, a twin to the purple one.
I said, "I don't think that with you in the house, my parents would agree. I just don't want to wake them up."
"Let me go," he said. "After all, I am one of the most silent beings in Middle-Earth. And you can get cleaned up in my shower."
I told him what I needed to get changed and take a shower. He got it and as silently as could be.
"You're good," I told him.
"Thanks," he answered.
I took a shower and got changed. By the time I was done, my parents were up and showering, too. Legolas and I made pancakes, eggs, and bacon for the four of us. Well, actually, when I say Legolas and I, I mean Legolas cooked and I tried to stay out of the way.
"You're a fabulous cook," I told.
"Thank you," Legolas replied, "but I don't know how I could be. I didn't get much practice in Mirkwood."
We laughed and my parents came to sit down to breakfast.
We ate and my parents went to tour the cathedral across the street. I closed and locked the door after them. I turned around and kissed Legolas on the lips.
He was a little bit shocked and asked, "What was that for?"
"For being you," I answered.
"Is that all you think of me?" he asked taking my face in his hands and "French" kissing me. "That's what I think of you."
"You're a very good kisser," I told him, after recovering.
"That's odd," he answered.
"What's odd?" I asked.
"I had never cooked or kissed in Mirkwood, and yet, you tell me that I'm good at both."
"You must be a natural. Come on, let's get that lipstick off you're face before my parents get back," I said laughing.
As soon as I got done getting the lipstick off of his face, my parents walked in.
"Perfect timing," Legolas said.
"Quite," I replied.
We spent the rest of the day looking at and touring the historical places that are quite numerous in Lincoln. Towards the end of the day, I didn't feel so well. My parents, Legolas, and I went home to go to sleep early. My parents would be leaving early in morning two days from then to tour Scotland and get back in time for Christmas. I lay down on the couch, which was now my bed, and started to go to sleep.
"Sydney, wake up," I heard Legolas say.
He kissed me and I was totally awake.
"That's way better and more effective than coffee," I thought.
"Go in my bed," he said. "You don't feel well."
"No, I can't," I replied.
"You don't have a choice," he said lifting me up off the couch. "You're burning", he said, laying me down on his bed.
"Legolas," I said, "please lay down by me."
"Are you sure?" he asked.
"Of course," I answered.
Legolas lay down beside me and started rubbing my forehead.
"I know what would help," he said and began chanting softly in Elvish.
It was so calming, that I fell asleep right away.
The last thing I knew, Legolas kissed my forehead and said, "Goodnight".
I woke up the next morning and walked into the living room.
"There you are," said Legolas, picking me up, walking over to the couch, and setting me down. "Do you feel any better?"
"Yes, a lot better," I said. "That Elvish chanting stuff sure does work."
"I knew it would," he said, an odd look coming over his face. "Oh, and sorry about the print."
"What print?" I asked.
"The one on your chest", he said and showed me. "Last night, I dreamt that something had happened to you. I wanted to know that you were fine, so, I came and lay down next to you. I put my ear on your chest so that I could hear you heart beat and feel your breathing. It was so soothing, that I feel asleep and woke up about a half an hour ago."
"You're the sweetest guy I have ever met," I said. "You can fall asleep listening to my heart beat any time."
We laughed. I could tell that something was bothering Legolas.
"It's nothing," he said, when I asked him what was wrong.
I sat on the couch, next to Legolas, and told them the whole story. My mom sat on the loveseat, as white as snow, and my dad was speechless. Legolas looked into my eyes. The look made me think that he was glad that I had told, but sad that he wouldn't be accepted. His eyes were so expressive. I felt terrible. I had done the right thing by telling, but what if my parents didn't believe us? I put my arm around Legolas' shoulder.
"I see," said my mom after a while.
"Mom, do you believe us?" I asked.
"Well, it does sound impossible, but I don't think that you would lie about something like this. He does look like Legolas. Ok, I believe you," she said.
"Dad?" I asked.
"I guess so," he answered.
I threw my arms around Legolas' neck and he smiled.
By then, it was nighttime. We went to bed at about 10:30, Legolas in his room, my mom and dad in my room, and me on the couch. At 10:45, Legolas crept into the living room with a pillow.
"Is the coast clear?" he asked.
"Yes," I answered, "but what are you doing in here?"
"I want you to go sleep in my room. I can sleep here," he told me.
"How about we both sleep in here?" I asked.
"All right," he answered.
I got off the couch and lay down on the floor. Legolas lay down beside me.
"Isn't this better?" I asked.
"Definitely," he answered.
I woke up at 8:00.
"What happened to my alarm clock?" I wondered. "I remember setting it."
I walked into the kitchen. Legolas sat watching news.
"Good morning," he said without even turning around.
"How do you do that?" I asked.
"Do what?" he replied.
"Know where people are without even looking," I said.
"I am an elf," he replied with a smile.
"It slips my mind," I said.
He handed me a cup of coffee and said, "This should sharpen your senses and mind."
"I'd better change. I have to go get my clothes," I told him.
"I think you look fabulous," he said. I was wearing a short, turquoise nightgown, a twin to the purple one.
I said, "I don't think that with you in the house, my parents would agree. I just don't want to wake them up."
"Let me go," he said. "After all, I am one of the most silent beings in Middle-Earth. And you can get cleaned up in my shower."
I told him what I needed to get changed and take a shower. He got it and as silently as could be.
"You're good," I told him.
"Thanks," he answered.
I took a shower and got changed. By the time I was done, my parents were up and showering, too. Legolas and I made pancakes, eggs, and bacon for the four of us. Well, actually, when I say Legolas and I, I mean Legolas cooked and I tried to stay out of the way.
"You're a fabulous cook," I told.
"Thank you," Legolas replied, "but I don't know how I could be. I didn't get much practice in Mirkwood."
We laughed and my parents came to sit down to breakfast.
We ate and my parents went to tour the cathedral across the street. I closed and locked the door after them. I turned around and kissed Legolas on the lips.
He was a little bit shocked and asked, "What was that for?"
"For being you," I answered.
"Is that all you think of me?" he asked taking my face in his hands and "French" kissing me. "That's what I think of you."
"You're a very good kisser," I told him, after recovering.
"That's odd," he answered.
"What's odd?" I asked.
"I had never cooked or kissed in Mirkwood, and yet, you tell me that I'm good at both."
"You must be a natural. Come on, let's get that lipstick off you're face before my parents get back," I said laughing.
As soon as I got done getting the lipstick off of his face, my parents walked in.
"Perfect timing," Legolas said.
"Quite," I replied.
We spent the rest of the day looking at and touring the historical places that are quite numerous in Lincoln. Towards the end of the day, I didn't feel so well. My parents, Legolas, and I went home to go to sleep early. My parents would be leaving early in morning two days from then to tour Scotland and get back in time for Christmas. I lay down on the couch, which was now my bed, and started to go to sleep.
"Sydney, wake up," I heard Legolas say.
He kissed me and I was totally awake.
"That's way better and more effective than coffee," I thought.
"Go in my bed," he said. "You don't feel well."
"No, I can't," I replied.
"You don't have a choice," he said lifting me up off the couch. "You're burning", he said, laying me down on his bed.
"Legolas," I said, "please lay down by me."
"Are you sure?" he asked.
"Of course," I answered.
Legolas lay down beside me and started rubbing my forehead.
"I know what would help," he said and began chanting softly in Elvish.
It was so calming, that I fell asleep right away.
The last thing I knew, Legolas kissed my forehead and said, "Goodnight".
I woke up the next morning and walked into the living room.
"There you are," said Legolas, picking me up, walking over to the couch, and setting me down. "Do you feel any better?"
"Yes, a lot better," I said. "That Elvish chanting stuff sure does work."
"I knew it would," he said, an odd look coming over his face. "Oh, and sorry about the print."
"What print?" I asked.
"The one on your chest", he said and showed me. "Last night, I dreamt that something had happened to you. I wanted to know that you were fine, so, I came and lay down next to you. I put my ear on your chest so that I could hear you heart beat and feel your breathing. It was so soothing, that I feel asleep and woke up about a half an hour ago."
"You're the sweetest guy I have ever met," I said. "You can fall asleep listening to my heart beat any time."
We laughed. I could tell that something was bothering Legolas.
"It's nothing," he said, when I asked him what was wrong.