*Excuse my Legolas perversion, who can resist Orlando Bloom? I promise that there is a point to it, unlike some stories where they just need the romance and drama.
Disconnected
Chpt 15.
I woke up the next morning next to a face that was looking at me idly. I'm in the Elf's bed, why am I in the Elf's bed? Damn Beltane, makes everyone horny. He grinned at me, and I smiled back.
"So," I started, and he kissed me softly on the forehead. "Oh, ok."
"Sleep well?" asked Legolas with a new light in his eye.
"Oh yeah," I said then mumbled, "You haven't done much unless you've done an Elf."
"Must you speak of it that way?" he asked, I could tell he was a little hurt.
I felt bad, for some reason, other than he being my friend, I didn't like making him upset. I'm not falling in love, I won't do it again. Not now. He kissed me again and I relaxed in his arms, I fell in love again, damn it.
"What time is it?" I asked gently, laying my head on his chest.
"Ten o'clock in the morning," he said. There was a knock on his door.
"Legolas! Have you seen Jonny, she's not in her room!" cried my father on the verge of panicking.
We both bottled upright. "Shit," I whispered, "Shit, shit, shit." I wrapped a cloth around me, and got on my knees, searching for my cloths.
"I have not," he replied to my father as he slide on some pants.
"Shit, oh shit."
"Did I wake you? You are normally up by sunrise," said daddy from the other side of the door.
"You did not, I was just going to take a bath."
"Do you not normally do that early as well?" he asked suspiciously.
"Shit," I whispered again throwing the shirt on over me, and pulling on the pants I had on yesterday.
"I did rise late, but I have been up," Legolas smiled as he watched me spazz.
"Don't smile at me," I whispered to him as I stood up.
He came over to me and kissed me again, I closed my eyes and let myself get lost in it. Elves kiss so softly; it's not lustful like my ex-boyfriend at home. It's nicer.
"I will leave you then," said my dad slowly as he walked away. He knew. I know that he knew, I can tell, he had that tone of voice that he only has when he knows I'm lying to him, the one that dares you to break down and tell the truth. Mother's normally do it, but mine just beats it out of me. Dad is the voice of reason; I've never been able to lie to him.
When the Elf and I broke apart I smiled timidly, "I should go home," I said, I couldn't keep up any barrier now. He has seen the worst side of me, the tender, breakable side that only comes out if I feel like I'm loved. I can't lie to him and say I'll stay, because I can't, and I have to go now, or I won't go at all.
"What do you mean?" he asked surprised at my words.
"I have to go home, the end of the world isn't waiting for me to come back with elves. It isn't waiting at all. People are dying Legolas. I have to go," I explained, and he held me near.
"I just found you," he whispered.
"Ah, Amour, I know. But it isn't my choice. This is paradise, and now I have to leave it. It doesn't seem fair. But it is my fate."
"You are a brave a wise soul," he said gently, holding me out so he could look into my very green eyes. "Will I see you again?"
"Hopefully. No promises," I said sadly, and kissed him one last time before I snuck out his door.
"Don't leave me," he came after me.
"Legolas," I sighed, "It's already too complicated. I love you, but I have to go," I waved my hand to the right side of me and opened up a portal that would take me home. Tears were in my eyes, and I choked down a whimper as I noticed tears welling up in his.
"Tell daddy I love him. And try and convince your people to help us. We need it," I said, and as I leapt through I told him I loved him again, and closed the portal.
I was on my way home, finally, to fulfill the prophecy, to fulfill my destiny, and hopefully, to save the world.