When I woke up the next morning, I got up and got dressed, doing my morning
routine mindlessly. Since I knew now beyond a doubt that the man I loved,
the only man I loved, belonged to someone else, life hardly seemed worth
living and doing anything to prolong my life, seemed in vain because I felt
as though I would die any moment of a broken heart. But I couldn't tell
Legolas that. No, I couldn't be a cause of any pain for him. Peter, I could
tell Peter. But I couldn't hurt him either, no. It would hurt him to know
that during my five years of freedom, I had indeed found a man worth living
for, a man that had opened my eyes.but his eyes were not on me.
I almost sobbed again, but I knew I had to be stronger. I couldn't tell anyone, but I couldn't wallow in self-pity. That would make life even more miserable than it was, if that was possible. I looked out on the street outside my window. The cars buzzed by and people walked down the sidewalks on their way to mass at the Cathedral opposite me. How could they talk? How could they laugh? Didn't they know that life wasn't worth living? That they shouldn't bother? Didn't they know how it hurt me to see them laughing and talking when my world had just crumbled down around me?
The glass separated them and I; it separated our two worlds. It looked as though I could just tumble through the clear barrier. Nothing separated us for a second. I put my hand against the glass and fog collected; there was a wall, a difference. I recoiled from the cool surface and turned toward my door. I had to go out, there was no question. No matter what had happened, I had to leave my bedroom. I had no choice. I turned the doorknob and stepped into the hallway. I went into the kitchen. I was surprised to find a mug of cranberry tea on the counter and a note:
Peter and I went down to the park. Come see us when you wake up. Enjoy the tea. - Legolas
I quickly heated the tea. As I walked through the gate to the park, my hands tightly wrapped around my warm cup of tea Legolas had so sweetly made, Peter ran up to me, sweat streaming down his be-gym clothed body.
"Legol - I mean - Lex is bloody brilliant!" he said. I smiled.
"Of course," I replied. "He's an elf." Legolas ran up beside Peter, kicking the ball, looking perfectly normal, though perhaps a bit flushed. I realized that he should have been drenched with sweat, but perhaps that was another magical trick of the elves. He was so gorgeous.I couldn't help but admit. His soft, golden curls were tied back, revealing his high cheekbones and strong nose. Legolas smiled at me and nodded at the mug I had in my hands. I smiled back. He was so kind, so beautiful.but I couldn't let myself fall apart again. I broke our gaze and turned to Peter.
"So, he's good I take it?" I asked.
"See for yourself," answered Peter, snatching my mug from me and pushing me towards Legolas.
"Alright, is it ok with you, Legolas, if I have a go at it?" I asked.
"But of course," said Legolas, a welcoming smile on his lips. I dashed towards him and stole the ball from between his feet. Legolas ran after me, soon catching up. I zigzagged, but couldn't lose him. I turned the face the opposite way and headed straight for him. I passed him, kicking the ball around his feet one way and running on the other side of him. Legolas laughed and ran after me. He kicked the ball from between my feet and I knocked it out of his reach as I slid, Legolas slipping also. We landed on the ground beside each other. I landed on my side, while sliding. I jumped back up and dashed after the ball. I turned, expecting to see Legolas following me, but he was still on the ground, hands behind his head, looking up at the sky.
"Legolas!" yelled Peter, running up beside him. "You can't do this during a game!"
"The view.'tis so beautiful," Legolas replied, almost in a singsong voice. I walked back towards them, kicking the ball. Just as I got within range on his hand, Legolas pulled me down and jumped up, dashing down the field with the ball.
"Hey!" I yelled after him. I couldn't get up; I was laughing to hard. Legolas came back, this time without the ball. Peter picked it up.
"M'lady," said Legolas, offering me his hand. I gave it to him and he pulled me. Legolas was even stronger than I had expected. For not having huge, obvious muscles, which I never thought very elfin or handsom anyway, he pulled me up with graceful ease. Legolas took my mug from Peter and handed it to me. "Many apologies." Regret was written all over his face, for pulling me down I supposed.
"No worries," I said. I started to walk away, but whirled around and hit the back of Legolas' knees with my extended leg. He fell to the ground. "Consider us even." There was a twinkle in Legolas eyes as he got back up and brushed himself off.
"Oh, feisty," said Peter, making a clawing motion at me. I stuck out my tongue and set off for the flat, the other two following. Peter and Legolas took showers and I changed into a white shirt and flowered skirt so that I wouldn't have dirt all over my clothes. I was sitting on the couch as Legolas came into the living room, changed into jeans and a polo shirt, his hair stringy and soggy.a very sexy, wet elf. He smiled and sat down beside me.
"Just a second," I said. Legolas watched me as I got up. "I'll be right back." I got a blow dryer and brush from my bathroom and came back. "Sit in front of me and I'll take care of your hair." Legolas did, sitting down on the floor in front of my crossed legs. I plugged in the blow dryer and turned it on. I hoped that the soft buzzing distracted Legolas enough so that he didn't realize that I lingered every time I ran my fingers through his hair. Soon, it was dry and I began to brush it out. I hoped that Legolas didn't notice my tender touch either, but he did.
"Sydney, no need to be so gentle," he said. "You are not hurting me in the least. Your hands feel.wonderful." I laughed and bonked him on the head with the brush, trying to make light of it.
"I think I'm going to make you look girly, if you don't mind," I said.
I almost sobbed again, but I knew I had to be stronger. I couldn't tell anyone, but I couldn't wallow in self-pity. That would make life even more miserable than it was, if that was possible. I looked out on the street outside my window. The cars buzzed by and people walked down the sidewalks on their way to mass at the Cathedral opposite me. How could they talk? How could they laugh? Didn't they know that life wasn't worth living? That they shouldn't bother? Didn't they know how it hurt me to see them laughing and talking when my world had just crumbled down around me?
The glass separated them and I; it separated our two worlds. It looked as though I could just tumble through the clear barrier. Nothing separated us for a second. I put my hand against the glass and fog collected; there was a wall, a difference. I recoiled from the cool surface and turned toward my door. I had to go out, there was no question. No matter what had happened, I had to leave my bedroom. I had no choice. I turned the doorknob and stepped into the hallway. I went into the kitchen. I was surprised to find a mug of cranberry tea on the counter and a note:
Peter and I went down to the park. Come see us when you wake up. Enjoy the tea. - Legolas
I quickly heated the tea. As I walked through the gate to the park, my hands tightly wrapped around my warm cup of tea Legolas had so sweetly made, Peter ran up to me, sweat streaming down his be-gym clothed body.
"Legol - I mean - Lex is bloody brilliant!" he said. I smiled.
"Of course," I replied. "He's an elf." Legolas ran up beside Peter, kicking the ball, looking perfectly normal, though perhaps a bit flushed. I realized that he should have been drenched with sweat, but perhaps that was another magical trick of the elves. He was so gorgeous.I couldn't help but admit. His soft, golden curls were tied back, revealing his high cheekbones and strong nose. Legolas smiled at me and nodded at the mug I had in my hands. I smiled back. He was so kind, so beautiful.but I couldn't let myself fall apart again. I broke our gaze and turned to Peter.
"So, he's good I take it?" I asked.
"See for yourself," answered Peter, snatching my mug from me and pushing me towards Legolas.
"Alright, is it ok with you, Legolas, if I have a go at it?" I asked.
"But of course," said Legolas, a welcoming smile on his lips. I dashed towards him and stole the ball from between his feet. Legolas ran after me, soon catching up. I zigzagged, but couldn't lose him. I turned the face the opposite way and headed straight for him. I passed him, kicking the ball around his feet one way and running on the other side of him. Legolas laughed and ran after me. He kicked the ball from between my feet and I knocked it out of his reach as I slid, Legolas slipping also. We landed on the ground beside each other. I landed on my side, while sliding. I jumped back up and dashed after the ball. I turned, expecting to see Legolas following me, but he was still on the ground, hands behind his head, looking up at the sky.
"Legolas!" yelled Peter, running up beside him. "You can't do this during a game!"
"The view.'tis so beautiful," Legolas replied, almost in a singsong voice. I walked back towards them, kicking the ball. Just as I got within range on his hand, Legolas pulled me down and jumped up, dashing down the field with the ball.
"Hey!" I yelled after him. I couldn't get up; I was laughing to hard. Legolas came back, this time without the ball. Peter picked it up.
"M'lady," said Legolas, offering me his hand. I gave it to him and he pulled me. Legolas was even stronger than I had expected. For not having huge, obvious muscles, which I never thought very elfin or handsom anyway, he pulled me up with graceful ease. Legolas took my mug from Peter and handed it to me. "Many apologies." Regret was written all over his face, for pulling me down I supposed.
"No worries," I said. I started to walk away, but whirled around and hit the back of Legolas' knees with my extended leg. He fell to the ground. "Consider us even." There was a twinkle in Legolas eyes as he got back up and brushed himself off.
"Oh, feisty," said Peter, making a clawing motion at me. I stuck out my tongue and set off for the flat, the other two following. Peter and Legolas took showers and I changed into a white shirt and flowered skirt so that I wouldn't have dirt all over my clothes. I was sitting on the couch as Legolas came into the living room, changed into jeans and a polo shirt, his hair stringy and soggy.a very sexy, wet elf. He smiled and sat down beside me.
"Just a second," I said. Legolas watched me as I got up. "I'll be right back." I got a blow dryer and brush from my bathroom and came back. "Sit in front of me and I'll take care of your hair." Legolas did, sitting down on the floor in front of my crossed legs. I plugged in the blow dryer and turned it on. I hoped that the soft buzzing distracted Legolas enough so that he didn't realize that I lingered every time I ran my fingers through his hair. Soon, it was dry and I began to brush it out. I hoped that Legolas didn't notice my tender touch either, but he did.
"Sydney, no need to be so gentle," he said. "You are not hurting me in the least. Your hands feel.wonderful." I laughed and bonked him on the head with the brush, trying to make light of it.
"I think I'm going to make you look girly, if you don't mind," I said.