Chapter VII:
Legolas and I went to our separate rooms. I lay down on my bed, not really wanting to go to sleep. About three minutes later, I heard a tap on my bedroom window. I parted the captain's shutters and opened the window. Legolas came in.
At first I stared at him in disbelief, but after a while I managed to say, "How did you do that?"
"Out my window, in yours," he said, smiling. "Both of our windows have lattices under them."
"Legolas, you rouge," I said, laughing at him.
He replied, "I didn't think you would mind and it was a good joke on Peter."
I hugged him. Sassy started pawing at the door.
Peter said, "Sydney, I'm coming in. Are you decent?"
"No, and I'm not dressed either," I answered, trying not to laugh.
Peter sighed and opened the door. All he saw was me, standing beside my bed and my window slightly open. Legolas had already left via the window. He was really quick. Peter walked to the window and looked out.
"Nothing," he muttered to himself. "I could've sworn someone was in here by the way Sassy was acting."
"You can't always rely on dogs," I said and stuck out my tongue at Sassy.
Peter left and I lay down again.
"If you two try anything tonight, I'll call Sydney's parents!" yelled Peter, threateningly from the living room.
I laughed and went to sleep because I knew that Legolas wouldn't try anything again that night. It was too risky. I woke up the next morning and didn't even bother getting dressed before walking into the kitchen. Legolas was already up.
He stood up and asked, "Do you mind if I call you Lauralda? It is your name and a beautiful name at that."
"I don't really care what you call me, Legolas, and if you think Lauralda is a pretty name, be my guest and call me that," I said.
"Well, in that case, good morning, Lauralda," he said, kissing me softly on the lips.
"Well, if you're going to do that every time you call me "Lauralda", say it in every sentence!" I said.
"Fine, Lauralda," Legolas said, kissing me again.
I laughed.
All the sudden, something flashed and a pillow crashed down on our heads.
"Gotcha!" yelled Peter.
"That's really not funny!" I yelled back at him.
"I got proof!" he said dancing around the kitchen.
I saw a camera in Peter's hand. Running into the living room, I got two pillows and handing one to Legolas, I began beating Pete with mine. Legolas joined in until Peter surrendered and handed me the camera.
"Can we trust you with such incriminating evidence?" I asked Peter.
"Of course you can," he replied. "I would never think of giving a copy of that picture to, oh say, YOUR PARENTS! It would break their hearts to think that they raised a girl that kisses out of her species."
Legolas looked at me with one eyebrow raised.
"I haven't told Peter yet," I whispered to Legolas.
He nodded his head.
"It's a good thing you don't know where my parents live," said Legolas.
The three of us had breakfast and Peter left. Legolas and I cleaned up the apartment for the rest of the day because my parents would be back the next morning at about 10:00 and the day after that was Christmas Day. That night, when I laid down in my bed, I heard a knock on my door.
"Come in," I said.
Legolas stepped into the room. I motioned for him to come by me. He did and I lay back on the pillows. Legolas sank back besides me. I could tell that something was wrong.
"Tell me what's bothering you," I said, laying my head on his bare chest.
He breathed deeply and said, "Lauralda, if you don't want to be an elf and come with me back to Middle-Earth, I'll become a mortal and stay here with you."
"You would give up your immortal life and all your friends and family just for me?" I asked, hesitantly. "You're a natural kisser and cook, a great warrior prince, brilliant, devastatingly handsome, and kind. You could have any maiden in Middle-Earth you wanted."
"I've waited for you for almost three thousand years. I wouldn't give up now," he said.
"You mean you're a.," I said, trailing off.
I looked up into his eyes and he smiled down at me.
"Well, I mean I am also, but I'm only 21, not over two thousand," I said.
"Many maidens had offered themselves to me as concubines, but I refused them. I was waiting for the right maiden for me," he replied.
He bent, kissing my head and whispered in my ear, "I believe I've finally found her."
Just then, the phone rang. Darn modern communication! I answered it.
"Hello," I said.
"Hey, this is Casey."
"Oh, hi, Casey," I said.
I hadn't talked to Casey since the whole Legolas ordeal. Casey and I had grown up together in the USA. We had gone to Middle School together and had been best friends since the sixth grade. Casey had always been very artistic and now she was going to an art school near London. She lived in a cute little flat in London and we got to see each other a lot. It was amazing to think that we had grown up together and now we lived so close to each other, for being overseas and all. I guess we kind of choose our schools so that we could close to each other.
It was a lot easier having a life-long friend close by. We saw each other almost every weekend, but with Legolas and all, I hadn't thought to call her. I had been "a little bit preoccupied", which is the understatement of the year. She always had some kind of project going on. I really respected her because she had always been able to juggle a million things at the time. She had always been the one to depend on. I guess she must have had a project going, so she didn't get time to call me.
"Hey, I am interrupting anything?" she asked.
I looked at Legolas and smiled, saying, "Go ahead."
"Listen, I'm in helping out at this Renaissance fair and I need a Blacksmiths' wife for the next couple of weekends. Could you come down and do it?"
"Yeah, of course. I'd be happy to," I said.
"Good, that's a load off my mind. Do you happen to know anyone that could stand in for an archer?"
I looked at Legolas and smiled.
"Give me a sec," I said.
I turned to Legolas. "Would you mind being in a Renaissance fair to help out my friend?" I asked. "I'd be there."
"Of course not," he said, smiling.
"Hey, Casey. Yeah, I got you an amazing archer. He's a fabulous shot and everything," I said and whispered, "and he's not too bad looking either."
Legolas heard me and smiled. I winked at him.
"Do you have someone there with you?" Casey asked.
"Ya," I said.
"You've finally met someone! What's he like?"
"Well," I said, "he's definitely not your typical guy, but he's everything I've ever wanted."
"Wonderful! I can't wait to meet him. I don't think you've found Legolas Greenleaf, "the love of your life", so I'm glad you've finally settled for a human!"
I couldn't help but laugh and Legolas heard also and gave me an odd look.
"Love of your life?" he asked.
"Since I was 12," I answered.
"Ok, the fair starts two days after Christmas," said Casey, not having heard Legolas' comment. "Meet me at my apartment at 9:00 on Saturday. You'll only need to come to London then because after that we'll be holding it up by you in Sherwood. We're only opening near London. Thank you so much. I'll call you back. Bye!"
"Bye!"
I hung up the phone and said to Legolas, "Thanks for helping."
"I am happy to aid in any way I can," he replied.
"It means a lot to my friend, and anyway," I said, smiling at him in a jokingly seductive way, "I might get to see some of your archery. I always have loved archers."
He laughed and said, "Well, Laurë. that sounds beautiful."
"What?" I asked.
"The name Laurë," he answered.
I said, "It is pretty."
"In that case, it should be your name. A beautiful name for a beautiful woman," said Legolas.
I laughed.
"Well, Laurë, I should go to my own bedroom, just in case Peter decides to drop by," he said.
With that, he left. I tried to go to sleep, but I didn't feel well. After about ten minutes of trying to sleep, I went into the kitchen to get some medicine.
Legolas and I went to our separate rooms. I lay down on my bed, not really wanting to go to sleep. About three minutes later, I heard a tap on my bedroom window. I parted the captain's shutters and opened the window. Legolas came in.
At first I stared at him in disbelief, but after a while I managed to say, "How did you do that?"
"Out my window, in yours," he said, smiling. "Both of our windows have lattices under them."
"Legolas, you rouge," I said, laughing at him.
He replied, "I didn't think you would mind and it was a good joke on Peter."
I hugged him. Sassy started pawing at the door.
Peter said, "Sydney, I'm coming in. Are you decent?"
"No, and I'm not dressed either," I answered, trying not to laugh.
Peter sighed and opened the door. All he saw was me, standing beside my bed and my window slightly open. Legolas had already left via the window. He was really quick. Peter walked to the window and looked out.
"Nothing," he muttered to himself. "I could've sworn someone was in here by the way Sassy was acting."
"You can't always rely on dogs," I said and stuck out my tongue at Sassy.
Peter left and I lay down again.
"If you two try anything tonight, I'll call Sydney's parents!" yelled Peter, threateningly from the living room.
I laughed and went to sleep because I knew that Legolas wouldn't try anything again that night. It was too risky. I woke up the next morning and didn't even bother getting dressed before walking into the kitchen. Legolas was already up.
He stood up and asked, "Do you mind if I call you Lauralda? It is your name and a beautiful name at that."
"I don't really care what you call me, Legolas, and if you think Lauralda is a pretty name, be my guest and call me that," I said.
"Well, in that case, good morning, Lauralda," he said, kissing me softly on the lips.
"Well, if you're going to do that every time you call me "Lauralda", say it in every sentence!" I said.
"Fine, Lauralda," Legolas said, kissing me again.
I laughed.
All the sudden, something flashed and a pillow crashed down on our heads.
"Gotcha!" yelled Peter.
"That's really not funny!" I yelled back at him.
"I got proof!" he said dancing around the kitchen.
I saw a camera in Peter's hand. Running into the living room, I got two pillows and handing one to Legolas, I began beating Pete with mine. Legolas joined in until Peter surrendered and handed me the camera.
"Can we trust you with such incriminating evidence?" I asked Peter.
"Of course you can," he replied. "I would never think of giving a copy of that picture to, oh say, YOUR PARENTS! It would break their hearts to think that they raised a girl that kisses out of her species."
Legolas looked at me with one eyebrow raised.
"I haven't told Peter yet," I whispered to Legolas.
He nodded his head.
"It's a good thing you don't know where my parents live," said Legolas.
The three of us had breakfast and Peter left. Legolas and I cleaned up the apartment for the rest of the day because my parents would be back the next morning at about 10:00 and the day after that was Christmas Day. That night, when I laid down in my bed, I heard a knock on my door.
"Come in," I said.
Legolas stepped into the room. I motioned for him to come by me. He did and I lay back on the pillows. Legolas sank back besides me. I could tell that something was wrong.
"Tell me what's bothering you," I said, laying my head on his bare chest.
He breathed deeply and said, "Lauralda, if you don't want to be an elf and come with me back to Middle-Earth, I'll become a mortal and stay here with you."
"You would give up your immortal life and all your friends and family just for me?" I asked, hesitantly. "You're a natural kisser and cook, a great warrior prince, brilliant, devastatingly handsome, and kind. You could have any maiden in Middle-Earth you wanted."
"I've waited for you for almost three thousand years. I wouldn't give up now," he said.
"You mean you're a.," I said, trailing off.
I looked up into his eyes and he smiled down at me.
"Well, I mean I am also, but I'm only 21, not over two thousand," I said.
"Many maidens had offered themselves to me as concubines, but I refused them. I was waiting for the right maiden for me," he replied.
He bent, kissing my head and whispered in my ear, "I believe I've finally found her."
Just then, the phone rang. Darn modern communication! I answered it.
"Hello," I said.
"Hey, this is Casey."
"Oh, hi, Casey," I said.
I hadn't talked to Casey since the whole Legolas ordeal. Casey and I had grown up together in the USA. We had gone to Middle School together and had been best friends since the sixth grade. Casey had always been very artistic and now she was going to an art school near London. She lived in a cute little flat in London and we got to see each other a lot. It was amazing to think that we had grown up together and now we lived so close to each other, for being overseas and all. I guess we kind of choose our schools so that we could close to each other.
It was a lot easier having a life-long friend close by. We saw each other almost every weekend, but with Legolas and all, I hadn't thought to call her. I had been "a little bit preoccupied", which is the understatement of the year. She always had some kind of project going on. I really respected her because she had always been able to juggle a million things at the time. She had always been the one to depend on. I guess she must have had a project going, so she didn't get time to call me.
"Hey, I am interrupting anything?" she asked.
I looked at Legolas and smiled, saying, "Go ahead."
"Listen, I'm in helping out at this Renaissance fair and I need a Blacksmiths' wife for the next couple of weekends. Could you come down and do it?"
"Yeah, of course. I'd be happy to," I said.
"Good, that's a load off my mind. Do you happen to know anyone that could stand in for an archer?"
I looked at Legolas and smiled.
"Give me a sec," I said.
I turned to Legolas. "Would you mind being in a Renaissance fair to help out my friend?" I asked. "I'd be there."
"Of course not," he said, smiling.
"Hey, Casey. Yeah, I got you an amazing archer. He's a fabulous shot and everything," I said and whispered, "and he's not too bad looking either."
Legolas heard me and smiled. I winked at him.
"Do you have someone there with you?" Casey asked.
"Ya," I said.
"You've finally met someone! What's he like?"
"Well," I said, "he's definitely not your typical guy, but he's everything I've ever wanted."
"Wonderful! I can't wait to meet him. I don't think you've found Legolas Greenleaf, "the love of your life", so I'm glad you've finally settled for a human!"
I couldn't help but laugh and Legolas heard also and gave me an odd look.
"Love of your life?" he asked.
"Since I was 12," I answered.
"Ok, the fair starts two days after Christmas," said Casey, not having heard Legolas' comment. "Meet me at my apartment at 9:00 on Saturday. You'll only need to come to London then because after that we'll be holding it up by you in Sherwood. We're only opening near London. Thank you so much. I'll call you back. Bye!"
"Bye!"
I hung up the phone and said to Legolas, "Thanks for helping."
"I am happy to aid in any way I can," he replied.
"It means a lot to my friend, and anyway," I said, smiling at him in a jokingly seductive way, "I might get to see some of your archery. I always have loved archers."
He laughed and said, "Well, Laurë. that sounds beautiful."
"What?" I asked.
"The name Laurë," he answered.
I said, "It is pretty."
"In that case, it should be your name. A beautiful name for a beautiful woman," said Legolas.
I laughed.
"Well, Laurë, I should go to my own bedroom, just in case Peter decides to drop by," he said.
With that, he left. I tried to go to sleep, but I didn't feel well. After about ten minutes of trying to sleep, I went into the kitchen to get some medicine.