Christine and Legolas walked home, laughing and talking about the day's
events. They both had thoroughly enjoyed themselves. They tightly held each
other's hands, in a silent declaration of a close-to-coupled status. Many
people caught sight of this and whispered amongst themselves about it. Most
likely, it would be all over town that Christine was seeing someone. Not
that she cared. That's just how things worked in any small town.
"You know," Legolas said, trying to suppress his laughter at something Christine had told him, "I shall have to talk to my father about doing something like this back home. I think it would plenty of fun for the kingdom."
Christine smiled and laughed. "What would you race instead of plastic ducks?"
Legolas pondered that for a moment. "I am not sure. I shall think of something."
"I can't wait to hear what you come up with."
Legolas grinned. "I just hope it will be half as much fun as this was."
They reached the house a few minutes later. Christine was vaguely disappointed that they were no longer completely on their own now. Her entire family was home at the moment. The moment the two of them walked in the door, all eyes were on Legolas.
"Hey! You look just like Legolas from Lord of the Rings!" Shelley, her eldest sister announced.
"I know, that's what I said when I met him too." Christine said, hoping that they wouldn't realize that he was indeed that very Elf. Mentally, she shook herself. They wouldn't, she remembered, all they knew was that he was 'fictional.' Just as she had thought the day before.
"This is Orlando. I met him while I was going to college. He was one of my classmates. We ran into each other the other day. He offered to help out with our Webster problem."
And with that, her family engaged Legolas into conversation about what he was currently doing, his family and the like. Thankfully, she had helped him out with an elaborate lie just of this occasion. He handled it all very well, she thought. Must have been all the years of formal Royal parties that he'd had to attend since he was a Prince.
Also, for both their sakes, she avoided giving any indication that they were romantically interested in each other. That would just lead to an even bigger barrage of questions that she knew neither he nor her was ready to deal with. Legolas shot her several grateful looks for that.
Once they were able to escape her family, they headed upstairs to her room. Her mother had allowed him to stay the night since a storm had begun to brew. True to her motherly nature, she wouldn't let him run the risk of getting into an accident. This was good, Christine thought, considering the fact that he wouldn't have had anywhere to stay otherwise.
"Your family is very nice. Although, they do ask far too many questions."
Christine sighed. "I know. They always seem to whenever I happen to get a new male friend."
Legolas nodded. "My father does that to me aswell. I am far too old for that now, but still he insists upon it."
"Same here."
"Ah, another thing to have in common."
Christine smiled. It was nice to have someone who understood her in that aspect. "Yes, indeed."
They locked eyes and the air seemed to crackle with something other than the lightning and thunder that raged outside. It was passion, and they both knew it. Helpless, the two of them gravitated towards each other. Legolas took her into his arms and kissed her. Eagerly, she wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him back.
Legolas's lips trailed down her neck, causing to her moan softly. As their lips met a second time, a silent flash of lightning filled the room, followed by a loud crackle of thunder. Then the house was plunged into darkness. Legolas let go of her as he started.
"Power's out." Christine said breathlessly. When she heard silence, she assumed he was confused by what she had said so she added. "The electricity. That's how the lights work in the house." Still silence.
"Legolas?" That's when she remembered that Elves were afraid of the dark. He was frightened of what had just happened. Her heart when out to him as she attempted to soothe his fear.
"It's alright." She said softly. "You'll be fine. We'll find some candles to light the room with."
Carefully, she reached her hand out to feel around for him. Luckily, well sort of, a bolt of lightning lit up the room and she saw him curled up in a ball on her bed. Christine immediately rushed to his side and drew him into her arms. Legolas snuggled as close to her as he could, thankful that she was near him again.
Just then, she saw a soft glow of a candle enter her room. She looked up and saw Sarah, her youngest sister standing there. Upon seeing Legolas, she frowned.
"Is he okay?" she asked, concerned.
"He's afraid of thunderstorms." Christine answered simply.
"Ah, that sucks. Here, this should help." Sarah said, handing Christine the candle. Carefully, she set it on her nightstand.
Legolas visibly relaxed at the sight of the candle. "Feel a bit better?" Christine asked him. The Elf just gave a brief nod, but didn't leave her side.
"Thanks for the candle." Christine said as her sister left the room.
"You're welcome." Sarah answered back.
"I am sorry to have shown such weakness." Legolas murmured after a long silence. Christine stroked his hair reassuringly.
"There's nothing wrong with being afraid of the dark."
"But I am a warrior!" he protested.
Christine gently took his shoulders in her hands. "Neither the world or me think less of you for it. Warrior or not, it's okay to have a fear of the dark."
Legolas looked her in the eyes and saw that she was very serious about what she had just told him. Feeling much better, he relaxed some more. He would completely once the lights were back on.
As if someone had heard his thought, the lights did turn back on. Legolas nearly fell over with relief.
"Feel better?" "Yes, very much so." The Elf answered, clearly feeling like himself again.
"Then where were we?" Christine said seductively in his ear.
Legolas was amazed at her. Even though he had displayed his greatest weakness to her, it hadn't put a damper on her desire for him. His heart swelled and he kissed her passionately as if the incident had never happened.
Soon, midnight rolled around and Christine helped Legolas set up his makeshift bed for the night. It consisted of a futon that they had brought in from Sarah's room, which was right across the hall and some blankets that went with it.
Legolas tested the mattress out by lying flat across it. "This is very comfortable." He said, approving of it.
"It is, isn't it? I've always loved sleeping on that thing."
Christine tossed him a pillow to finish it off. Legolas grabbed it and placed it behind his head.
"Well, what do you wear as nightclothes in this world?"
"It depends." She answered, "On what the weather is like. If it's hot, then shorts and T-shirt or tank top, if it's cold, then sweatpants and a long sleeved shirt."
Legolas nodded, seeing the practicality in that. "That is a good way of thinking."
"I think so too." Christine said, then dug in her suitcase for her boxer shorts, which she always wore to bed. Legolas, being the respectable Elf that he was, turned around while she changed. In turn, she did the same for him.
Legolas watched her curiously as she dug into her suitcase once again and took something out that looked absolutely foreign to him. It looked like a small disc or some sort encased in something. Christine took it out of its casing then placed in another foreign object. Legolas watched it warily to see just what it would do.
"What is that?" he asked finally.
"Oh! This is a CD, or compact disc. And the thing I just put it in is called a CD player."
Seeing that he was still confused, which she had expected, she kept going in her explanation.
"This CD has music on it that the CD player reads then plays. Exactly how it does that is complicated though. I don't think that I can explain it in a way that you would understand unfortunately."
"It is alright. It would be far too overwhelming for me anyway." He said, then chuckled.
Christine smiled at that, then pressed play on her player. Legolas marveled as a soft melody and a soothing voice filled the room. Legolas closed his eyes and enjoyed the sound of it.
"This is Enya singing by the way. The song title is 'A Day without Rain.'" She informed him. Christine tried to stifle a laugh when she realized he wasn't listening to her. Legolas was sitting cross-legged in the middle of the futon, swaying to the music. Christine marveled at how into the song he was. It was as though he had tuned everything else but it out.
'Fascinating!' She thought, and just watched him for a long moment.
Once the song was finished, Christine stopped the CD to see what Legolas would do. He stopped swaying and opened his eyes.
"That was lovely."
"Glad you think so. I unwind to her music a lot. It's so nice and relaxing."
The Elf Prince smiled. "That is the truth. Well, now that you have shown me music of your world, I shall show you some of mine. Or rather, I shall sing you some."
Christine's eyes lit up. "That sounds wonderful!" And with that, she sat on her bed to listen, which was right across from where the futon was and where Legolas was currently sitting.
He took a deep breath then exhaled before he began. Christine's heart constricted as his soft, musical voice filled the room. It was by far the most beautiful singing she had ever heard. He sang it in what she guessed was Elvish, but not being able to understand what he was saying didn't hinder the wonder of it at all. In fact, it added to the beauty of it since Elvish was a beautiful language in itself.
By the end, Christine was so moved, tears had begun to pour down her face. She wiped them off with her hand.
"Wow, that was amazing." She said softly unable to think of any other way to describe it.
Legolas blushed at her heartfelt compliment. "I try my best."
Christine sniffed. "Such modesty!"
Legolas just smiled. "I am glad that you enjoyed it. It is not very often that I sing for people, especially ladies. I seem to get cold feet when it comes to them. But for some reason I cannot fathom, I felt at ease singing to you."
"I'll be forever grateful!" she said, and meant it. Elves were wondrous beings she decided. She thanked whoever had sent Legolas to her so that she had been able to realize that.
Legolas chuckled. "It seems the storm has stopped raging." He said, gesturing out the window. He was right. Now, only a soft patter of rain on the roof could be heard. Silence ensued as they both enjoyed the soothing sound of it.
Christine let out a soft yawn after a long moment. "Well, I'm going to sleep now." And with that, she got under the covers and snuggled into her pillow.
Legolas, feeling slightly tired himself, did the same only on the futon. Although, he mused, he wouldn't mind sleeping next to her.
"Goodnight." She said to him before nodding off.
"Goodnight." He said back to her and did the same.
"You know," Legolas said, trying to suppress his laughter at something Christine had told him, "I shall have to talk to my father about doing something like this back home. I think it would plenty of fun for the kingdom."
Christine smiled and laughed. "What would you race instead of plastic ducks?"
Legolas pondered that for a moment. "I am not sure. I shall think of something."
"I can't wait to hear what you come up with."
Legolas grinned. "I just hope it will be half as much fun as this was."
They reached the house a few minutes later. Christine was vaguely disappointed that they were no longer completely on their own now. Her entire family was home at the moment. The moment the two of them walked in the door, all eyes were on Legolas.
"Hey! You look just like Legolas from Lord of the Rings!" Shelley, her eldest sister announced.
"I know, that's what I said when I met him too." Christine said, hoping that they wouldn't realize that he was indeed that very Elf. Mentally, she shook herself. They wouldn't, she remembered, all they knew was that he was 'fictional.' Just as she had thought the day before.
"This is Orlando. I met him while I was going to college. He was one of my classmates. We ran into each other the other day. He offered to help out with our Webster problem."
And with that, her family engaged Legolas into conversation about what he was currently doing, his family and the like. Thankfully, she had helped him out with an elaborate lie just of this occasion. He handled it all very well, she thought. Must have been all the years of formal Royal parties that he'd had to attend since he was a Prince.
Also, for both their sakes, she avoided giving any indication that they were romantically interested in each other. That would just lead to an even bigger barrage of questions that she knew neither he nor her was ready to deal with. Legolas shot her several grateful looks for that.
Once they were able to escape her family, they headed upstairs to her room. Her mother had allowed him to stay the night since a storm had begun to brew. True to her motherly nature, she wouldn't let him run the risk of getting into an accident. This was good, Christine thought, considering the fact that he wouldn't have had anywhere to stay otherwise.
"Your family is very nice. Although, they do ask far too many questions."
Christine sighed. "I know. They always seem to whenever I happen to get a new male friend."
Legolas nodded. "My father does that to me aswell. I am far too old for that now, but still he insists upon it."
"Same here."
"Ah, another thing to have in common."
Christine smiled. It was nice to have someone who understood her in that aspect. "Yes, indeed."
They locked eyes and the air seemed to crackle with something other than the lightning and thunder that raged outside. It was passion, and they both knew it. Helpless, the two of them gravitated towards each other. Legolas took her into his arms and kissed her. Eagerly, she wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him back.
Legolas's lips trailed down her neck, causing to her moan softly. As their lips met a second time, a silent flash of lightning filled the room, followed by a loud crackle of thunder. Then the house was plunged into darkness. Legolas let go of her as he started.
"Power's out." Christine said breathlessly. When she heard silence, she assumed he was confused by what she had said so she added. "The electricity. That's how the lights work in the house." Still silence.
"Legolas?" That's when she remembered that Elves were afraid of the dark. He was frightened of what had just happened. Her heart when out to him as she attempted to soothe his fear.
"It's alright." She said softly. "You'll be fine. We'll find some candles to light the room with."
Carefully, she reached her hand out to feel around for him. Luckily, well sort of, a bolt of lightning lit up the room and she saw him curled up in a ball on her bed. Christine immediately rushed to his side and drew him into her arms. Legolas snuggled as close to her as he could, thankful that she was near him again.
Just then, she saw a soft glow of a candle enter her room. She looked up and saw Sarah, her youngest sister standing there. Upon seeing Legolas, she frowned.
"Is he okay?" she asked, concerned.
"He's afraid of thunderstorms." Christine answered simply.
"Ah, that sucks. Here, this should help." Sarah said, handing Christine the candle. Carefully, she set it on her nightstand.
Legolas visibly relaxed at the sight of the candle. "Feel a bit better?" Christine asked him. The Elf just gave a brief nod, but didn't leave her side.
"Thanks for the candle." Christine said as her sister left the room.
"You're welcome." Sarah answered back.
"I am sorry to have shown such weakness." Legolas murmured after a long silence. Christine stroked his hair reassuringly.
"There's nothing wrong with being afraid of the dark."
"But I am a warrior!" he protested.
Christine gently took his shoulders in her hands. "Neither the world or me think less of you for it. Warrior or not, it's okay to have a fear of the dark."
Legolas looked her in the eyes and saw that she was very serious about what she had just told him. Feeling much better, he relaxed some more. He would completely once the lights were back on.
As if someone had heard his thought, the lights did turn back on. Legolas nearly fell over with relief.
"Feel better?" "Yes, very much so." The Elf answered, clearly feeling like himself again.
"Then where were we?" Christine said seductively in his ear.
Legolas was amazed at her. Even though he had displayed his greatest weakness to her, it hadn't put a damper on her desire for him. His heart swelled and he kissed her passionately as if the incident had never happened.
Soon, midnight rolled around and Christine helped Legolas set up his makeshift bed for the night. It consisted of a futon that they had brought in from Sarah's room, which was right across the hall and some blankets that went with it.
Legolas tested the mattress out by lying flat across it. "This is very comfortable." He said, approving of it.
"It is, isn't it? I've always loved sleeping on that thing."
Christine tossed him a pillow to finish it off. Legolas grabbed it and placed it behind his head.
"Well, what do you wear as nightclothes in this world?"
"It depends." She answered, "On what the weather is like. If it's hot, then shorts and T-shirt or tank top, if it's cold, then sweatpants and a long sleeved shirt."
Legolas nodded, seeing the practicality in that. "That is a good way of thinking."
"I think so too." Christine said, then dug in her suitcase for her boxer shorts, which she always wore to bed. Legolas, being the respectable Elf that he was, turned around while she changed. In turn, she did the same for him.
Legolas watched her curiously as she dug into her suitcase once again and took something out that looked absolutely foreign to him. It looked like a small disc or some sort encased in something. Christine took it out of its casing then placed in another foreign object. Legolas watched it warily to see just what it would do.
"What is that?" he asked finally.
"Oh! This is a CD, or compact disc. And the thing I just put it in is called a CD player."
Seeing that he was still confused, which she had expected, she kept going in her explanation.
"This CD has music on it that the CD player reads then plays. Exactly how it does that is complicated though. I don't think that I can explain it in a way that you would understand unfortunately."
"It is alright. It would be far too overwhelming for me anyway." He said, then chuckled.
Christine smiled at that, then pressed play on her player. Legolas marveled as a soft melody and a soothing voice filled the room. Legolas closed his eyes and enjoyed the sound of it.
"This is Enya singing by the way. The song title is 'A Day without Rain.'" She informed him. Christine tried to stifle a laugh when she realized he wasn't listening to her. Legolas was sitting cross-legged in the middle of the futon, swaying to the music. Christine marveled at how into the song he was. It was as though he had tuned everything else but it out.
'Fascinating!' She thought, and just watched him for a long moment.
Once the song was finished, Christine stopped the CD to see what Legolas would do. He stopped swaying and opened his eyes.
"That was lovely."
"Glad you think so. I unwind to her music a lot. It's so nice and relaxing."
The Elf Prince smiled. "That is the truth. Well, now that you have shown me music of your world, I shall show you some of mine. Or rather, I shall sing you some."
Christine's eyes lit up. "That sounds wonderful!" And with that, she sat on her bed to listen, which was right across from where the futon was and where Legolas was currently sitting.
He took a deep breath then exhaled before he began. Christine's heart constricted as his soft, musical voice filled the room. It was by far the most beautiful singing she had ever heard. He sang it in what she guessed was Elvish, but not being able to understand what he was saying didn't hinder the wonder of it at all. In fact, it added to the beauty of it since Elvish was a beautiful language in itself.
By the end, Christine was so moved, tears had begun to pour down her face. She wiped them off with her hand.
"Wow, that was amazing." She said softly unable to think of any other way to describe it.
Legolas blushed at her heartfelt compliment. "I try my best."
Christine sniffed. "Such modesty!"
Legolas just smiled. "I am glad that you enjoyed it. It is not very often that I sing for people, especially ladies. I seem to get cold feet when it comes to them. But for some reason I cannot fathom, I felt at ease singing to you."
"I'll be forever grateful!" she said, and meant it. Elves were wondrous beings she decided. She thanked whoever had sent Legolas to her so that she had been able to realize that.
Legolas chuckled. "It seems the storm has stopped raging." He said, gesturing out the window. He was right. Now, only a soft patter of rain on the roof could be heard. Silence ensued as they both enjoyed the soothing sound of it.
Christine let out a soft yawn after a long moment. "Well, I'm going to sleep now." And with that, she got under the covers and snuggled into her pillow.
Legolas, feeling slightly tired himself, did the same only on the futon. Although, he mused, he wouldn't mind sleeping next to her.
"Goodnight." She said to him before nodding off.
"Goodnight." He said back to her and did the same.