Chapter 10: Recollections of forgotten love
I wandered about the house, bored out of my mind. All of the arrangements for the wedding had been made so there was nothing left to do. Brent had gone out with the boys and Ashley was sick at home with the flu. I should go do something. I thought for the umpteenth time. But what that something was I didn't determine for a long time. Finally I decided that a little trip down memory lane wouldn't hurt. And with mine so full of fog, perhaps it was better if I did it alone anyway.
I went into the closet for the first time in a long time. We had a wardrobe so there was no real reason to go in there. All it was used for now was to store stuff. I got out one of our photo albums and flipped through it. I smiled. It was of that vacation we had taken on the West Coast when Bobbie accused us of being workaholics. We had borrowed Brent's father's sailing boat; a beautiful 34 footer made of wood. It's hard to find wooden sailboats these days, most of them are made of fiberglass. I laughed at the picture of Brent at the helm with that goofy captain's hat on and the most serious look I had ever seen on his face. Then there was the picture of me haggling (arguing) over the price of this necklace with this little old lady at the Saturday market in Ganges on Salt Spring Island. But by far the best picture was the time that Brent had complained about the best ice cream ever and I shoved my ice-cream cone in his face. It stuck and he had the most perplexed expression on. Then realizing that I had wasted my ice cream as soon as I took the picture I had stolen his.
There were other albums but that one was the best. I neatly stacked them (the other thing that Bobbie claims is I am a neat-freak) in the corner of the closet and took out the shoebox of all the things I had on me when Brent found me. The silver bracelet had caused some confusion. We had taken it to a jewelry shop to see if the jeweler recognized the style of craftsmanship. All we had gotten was marvel over the quality of the silver and the amazing skill and time which must have been put into it. I looked at it, the jeweler was right it was remarkably beautiful. Strands of silver woven together with little leaves attached. The leaves alone bore astounding detail. I slipped it onto my wrist and I had a flash of memory.
Tindomriel sat by the side of the pond tracing waves in the smooth surface of the water with her finger. She hummed a lighthearted tune and smiled at the distorted reflection of her lover in the water as he strode to meet her. "You are late meleth nin," she said as she turned to meet him. He smiled as he sat down next to her.
"I know, and I sincerely hope that this will make it up to you," he said as he handed her a bracelet. Her eyes grew wide as she examined it. The exquisite detail caught her breath. Then she realized what it was made of.
"This is mithril! I am sorry Legolas I cannot accept this." Tindomriel whispered handing back the barcelt. To her surprise he did not look hurt. He smiled and slipped it on her wrist.
"Nonsense, only the best for you meleth nin. If it makes you feel better you can call this kiss as payment." Then his lips were on hers. One slender hand encircled her waist and the other hand found its way in Tindomriel's golden hair. That kiss seemed like an eternity but in truth it lasted only seconds. When they broke apart they stared deep into each other's eyes. "I will never love anyone the way I love you Tindomriel. Never."
Tindomriel nodded and took his hand in hers. "Nor will I."
I came back to reality with a gasp. I put my hand to my lips. I could still feel him there. Such love, such passion. I had loved another so and never known it? But I love Brent now. The thought became a litany in my mind as I left the room trying to banish the love for Legolas regrowing my heart.
AN: Yes I know this chapter is short. I had to get this part done though. Another Legolas chapter is on the way.