I heard a light raping at the door. No need to say who it was. If you don't know, than…. Well I don't know, but it's not a very good thing. I ignored the please to gain entry into my room and wrapped my blanket around my body. I laid my head down on my pillow and closed my eyes. My door opened and shut and I could feel a body hovering over me.
I didn't like the feeling at all. My hand was slightly hanging over the edge of my bed, visible for all to see. It was slightly cold, but that sounds changed. It was engulfed in warmth seconds later, sending chills up and down my spin. I recoiled my hand back into the blanket that covered but it didn't help much… not in the long run anyway… The blanket was stripped from my body and I came face to face with that oh so wonderful elf in my house. His eyes looked so gorgeous and I felt so common compared to his charming, angelic good looks. My lower lip was quivering and I moved my hand to cover it.
I guess I wasn't fast enough, though, because my hand was caught in his. He stared into my eyes but I gazed back at his lips.
"I am truly sorry… but saying sorry isn't going to help this time. For that mater, I do not think it helped any time before. Will you ever forgive me?" It seemed like the world stopped, time was nothing and we were the only ones living.
I felt my hand on his soft, warm lips and I broke down. He kissed me. His lips touched my skin and it was more then I could bear. He was the first being to press their lips to me other then family members. Even though he had only kissed my hand, I didn't care; it was a kiss just the same.
"I'm sorry! I'm so sorry!" I said, tears streaming down my face. My heartbeat did not speed up, but I felt a pain in the pit of my stomach, like hunger pains. But the pains were too low to be that and my stomach did not feel empty. I'm not sure what the feeling was. Maybe I was nervous, maybe I was scared, maybe I was surprised, or maybe it was all three. Who knows? I don't and I'm not sure if I want to find out. It would take the mystery out of life.
"For what?" He beseeched, cradling me in his arms. "You have showed me more love and compassion than I deserve for the way I treated you…. I'm scared…" He confided in me. "I'm so scared. I want to go back to my home… To the people I love. I want to see my brothers and my father. I want to see the trees I spent my childhood years with…. I'm sorry…" He whispered, "I sound so selfish. This must be a test. Something or someone is testing my will; my strength and I believe you were meant to find me. You're meant to help me…"
I thought for a moment. What if it was a test… a trail… not for him, but for me? Or maybe for both of us, what if this was all meant to happen? What if we were meant to find each other? Save each other from the demons inside us?
I wrapped my arms around him and pulled him close to me. "I…" I had so much to say, so many thoughts, so many feelings I wanted to say but no words would come.
"Shhh" he whispered into my ear and tightened his arms around me. I thought I felt water drop onto my shoulder, but I wasn't sure than. He rested his head on my shoulder and I heard him hum sweet sounding words in his language. That singing again, it always sends chills through me. It always lights my soul on fire and makes me feel things I could never explain, because I could never understand.
"I, you're…" I felt my eyelids sagging. The singing grew louder in my mind, keeping me from thinking clearly. I muttered words and phrases that made no sense and the only thing I clearly remember saying was "Save me."
"From what?" He asked, pushing me back slightly so he could stare into my eyes.
I don't remember what I said next, but I asked him once about it and he told me that I said "Save me from me." I believe him I suppose but I don't understand why I would say something like that. It doesn't make since. Then again maybe it does. Depends on how you look at it.
Some hours later, deep into the night I awoke. I head was pounding and I looked around the room to see no one. I sighed. I was left alone again. Forced to face to world myself. It didn't bother me then, now it does. I didn't know it then what I know now; I will always be forced to make it on my own, to be by myself. People will always leave me. He did after all. But I don't blame him. It would be selfish to keep him here, in this world. He would have stayed if u asked him too, I know that for sure, but it would break his heart and I personally would never be able to mend it if that were the case.
I stood from my bed slowly and looked over at my clock on the wall. It was about 1:45 and it was so cold. I walked into the living room and turned the thermostat up. My eyes wondered up to his room and I felt compelled to sneak a peak. I mean wouldn't you? What teenage girl wouldn't?!
I crept up the stares and looked towards the study room, where the piano resided. I felt the urge to play but I didn't want to wake the beauty in the other room. I tiptoed over to his room and pushed the door opened, silently as I could. The bed was against the wall opposite of the door and to the right. I moved towards his bed and stared down at him. He looked so peaceful, like an angel almost. I can't really be sure, because I don't know how angels sleep.
"Amin e'mela yassen lle." The words just came to my head and slipped from my mouth. I wasn't sure what those words meant.
After staring at the blonde haired blue-eyed elf I decided to leave. As I turned and took a step forward, tripped on his quiver. I fell flat on my face. A hand rolled me over to my back and I caught the glimpse of a knife being shoved towards my stomach. I screamed as the knife's tip pushed its way through my shirt and into the surface of my skin. Suddenly it was pulled back and I looked up at Legolas. His eyes were tense and his face was frightened, then his fear turned to shock, then back to fear again but fear that he might have injured me terribly. I looked down his body, noticing he was shirtless. He still had on his legging… though.
"Mani lon' amine ndu?" (Translated into 'what have I done?') he whispered to himself. The wound wasn't deep at all. He had pulled the blade out before there was to bad of damage, but it did draw blood. He picked me up and ran me to the upstairs bathroom. He sat me down on the toilet seat lid and grabbed a washcloth.
I covered the wound with my hand and looked up at him. "I'm fine." I wasn't really that's just something I would normally say. I looked terrible really, with all the cuts and bruises from the fight earlier. Now there was a tiny hole in my abdomen. He placed the washcloth under cold water and pulled my shirt up to get to the cut. I freaked out and smacked him again.
"Be still!" He commanded, knowing the reason I smacked him.
"Sor-ry" He pushed the cloth to my skin and the cold of it stinged terribly. I pushed his hand back. "That's not helping!" I yelled at him
"We need to clean it!" He said as he pushed my hand away and placed the cloth back on my stomach. I winced again.
"You're hurting me!" I screamed and got up.
"Don't make me tie you down!" He said grabbing my shoulders and forcing me to sit.
"Stop it!" I yelled as the cloth was back on my skin. "First you have to stop the bleeding!"
"Control your complaining! I know what I'm doing." We went back in forth for a half an hour before he finally DID tie me down. He ripped off a part of my shirt so it wouldn't get in his way. The floor was covered in my blood and so was his naked chest along with everything else in the room. He went to his room to get something and came back with a tiny bottle. He looked like he was looking for something but I wasn't sure what it was.
"The first-aid kit is under the sink, you might find what you're looking for." He got out the first-aid kit and found gauze bandages. He wrapped the bandages with the contents of the bottle around my stomach.
"There." He said, "That should stop the bleeding and with the herbs in the bottle it should heal pretty fast." After uniting me he picked me up and carried me downstairs. I felt his bare chest against me and I must say that I didn't mind the feeling at all. I saw my blood on his shoulder and sighed. Somehow it just upset me that I got him dirty…
"You know the cut didn't effect my legs…" I said, staring at him.
"Yes it has." I thought I heard laughter in his voice. He placed me down on me feet and I felt weak in the knees. I feel down and looked up at Legolas. "See… the blood you lost has caused you to be weak and unable to walk." He laughed and carried me to my room. I pointed out that I need to change into different clothes and he pulled open my dresser. He pulled out one of my skirts for school and I laughed.
"No, That's for school. Open the bottom draw and pull out a large shirt and soft feeling pants." After several attempts he finally pulled out the right combination of clothing and gave it to me. He stared at me for a while and I stared back. "Umm you might want to turn around…" He blushed slightly and turned around. I quickly changed and threw the dirty clothes into my hamper.
"What were you doing in my room?" He asked, his back still turned.
"It's alright for you to turn around." I said. He turned and looked at me. "I don't know why I went to your room."
He sat down on my bed next to me and smiled. "I think I'm going to need to bathe," he said looking at me.
I laughed slightly "Yeah" I said, sighing. "I'll show you how to use the shower… Its like a waterfall kinda... And the water is warm and yeah."
"Interesting." He spoke with distant eyes, he looked away at my window. It was covered with a red blanket, because I do not like light in my room and my room faces east so if I didn't keep it there I would always wake up with sunrise. "Why is that there?" He said pointing to my window.
"Oh, I do that to keep the sun out," I said, getting ready to stand.
"The sun is the energy in which all life lives. If there is no sun there is no life." He said, glancing at me. I got up and managed my way towards the window. Legolas got up and helped me there.
"This life lives without the light." I said pulling down the blanket and lifting the blinds as I stood there staring into the white that covered everything. The moon glared the snow, making it shine somewhat blue. A few more feet and the snow would cover the window completely. I felt his body move closer to mind and his head got closer to the windowpane.
"No one can live with out the light for long." He said staring into the snow. "No one…" I saw our reflection in the glass. It was see through like ghosts. Two ghosts staring into nothing, probably thinking about past mistakes and past thoughts or maybe thinking about the future… What would happen, why it would happen, when it would happen. I turned to retreat back to my bed and he helped me before another word was spoken. When I reach the bed again he sat down with me and looked towards the door.
"What do you think of the name Demitrius?" I asked. He looked over at me.
"Why do you ask?" he said cocking is head to one side.
"We need a name that won't scare people…" I said looking back at him.
"And why this one?"
"It means lover of nature…" I said. "Do you not like it?"
"Its fine…" He smiled. "Come…" He took me into his arms again and carried me back upstairs. "You must show me how to work this 'shower' of yours."
When we reached the bathroom, I showed him where everything was and how to use it all... the only thing I didn't do for him was clothing, so I promised to buy him some soon. He smiled and agreed that his garments would scare people.
"Can you do me a favor?" I asked him before he took me back to my room.
"Anything."
"Take me into the room next to yours.." He took me into the study and sat me down at the piano.
"There you go," he said as he left to take his shower.
I stared at the keys and sighed. I thought about the song he had sung earlier and I tried to remember the type of notes that he had sung. After a few attempts I thought I got it, but I couldn't be sure. I wanted him to come back and sing along with the piano but I didn't think he'd do it.
I've always liked the piano. The melodies played on it can be so soft and relaxing, or it can be very vibrant and attention grabbing.
I played Fur Elise over and over again. First slowly than faster and faster until the point where I was making mistakes left and right. I didn't care though. It was the only song that I need a songbook to play. I was bothered by the fact that I was playing it so fast and all at the same pace. Some parts are suppose to be slower then other and some are suppose to be faster. I stop in mid-play and banged the keys with my hands.
"Damn it." I cursed under my breath. I started again, taking my time, speeding up and slowing down when I needed too. Then I heard movement at the doorway I look and saw Legolas standing there, his hair still wet and dripping with water. The water slid down his still bear chest, sending chills through. I hate to say this but: DAMN! He looked so freaking sexy. But um… I'm not going to get into that just yet. He stared at the piano then at me.
"That's a lovely song," he said, sitting down on the bench next to me. "Play it again," he practically ordered me.
I played it again for him and again. After the third time he could tell I was getting tired. I was missing keys and skipping parts so badly that I stopped and looked at him. My eyes beg him to let me stop. He sighed placed his arm around me. "Very well, I'll just have to hear you play some other time." He picked me up and carried back once more to my room.
Once I was tucked away in my bed he went to leave. "Legolas…" That was the first time I said his name.
"Yes?"
"What does 'Amine e' mela yassen lle' mean?" I should have never asked that.
"Where did you learn to say that?" he asked, surprised.
I sat up and looked at him. "What does it mean?" I asked again.
He stared at me in shock. "Who told you those words?" He asked, sounding somewhat upset.
"I just sort of thought of them while in your room!" I was getting very upset as well and I didn't like the fact that he seemed offended. "What does it mean? Is something bad?!"
"Look… I'll explain it later… now we both need sleep. He tied a piece of string around his wet hair pulling it back.
"But… why?" I asked more to myself then to him.
He walked back over to me and held my hand in his. "Trust me… its not something you would want to hear right now."
I nodded in agreement knowing he was more than right… I trusted him… He was and probably the only person I'll ever trust.
A/N: hello.. sorry for the wait... I'm not sure if I'm giving off the right feelings when i write this.. tell me what you think! what feelings is Terrance giving you?
I didn't like the feeling at all. My hand was slightly hanging over the edge of my bed, visible for all to see. It was slightly cold, but that sounds changed. It was engulfed in warmth seconds later, sending chills up and down my spin. I recoiled my hand back into the blanket that covered but it didn't help much… not in the long run anyway… The blanket was stripped from my body and I came face to face with that oh so wonderful elf in my house. His eyes looked so gorgeous and I felt so common compared to his charming, angelic good looks. My lower lip was quivering and I moved my hand to cover it.
I guess I wasn't fast enough, though, because my hand was caught in his. He stared into my eyes but I gazed back at his lips.
"I am truly sorry… but saying sorry isn't going to help this time. For that mater, I do not think it helped any time before. Will you ever forgive me?" It seemed like the world stopped, time was nothing and we were the only ones living.
I felt my hand on his soft, warm lips and I broke down. He kissed me. His lips touched my skin and it was more then I could bear. He was the first being to press their lips to me other then family members. Even though he had only kissed my hand, I didn't care; it was a kiss just the same.
"I'm sorry! I'm so sorry!" I said, tears streaming down my face. My heartbeat did not speed up, but I felt a pain in the pit of my stomach, like hunger pains. But the pains were too low to be that and my stomach did not feel empty. I'm not sure what the feeling was. Maybe I was nervous, maybe I was scared, maybe I was surprised, or maybe it was all three. Who knows? I don't and I'm not sure if I want to find out. It would take the mystery out of life.
"For what?" He beseeched, cradling me in his arms. "You have showed me more love and compassion than I deserve for the way I treated you…. I'm scared…" He confided in me. "I'm so scared. I want to go back to my home… To the people I love. I want to see my brothers and my father. I want to see the trees I spent my childhood years with…. I'm sorry…" He whispered, "I sound so selfish. This must be a test. Something or someone is testing my will; my strength and I believe you were meant to find me. You're meant to help me…"
I thought for a moment. What if it was a test… a trail… not for him, but for me? Or maybe for both of us, what if this was all meant to happen? What if we were meant to find each other? Save each other from the demons inside us?
I wrapped my arms around him and pulled him close to me. "I…" I had so much to say, so many thoughts, so many feelings I wanted to say but no words would come.
"Shhh" he whispered into my ear and tightened his arms around me. I thought I felt water drop onto my shoulder, but I wasn't sure than. He rested his head on my shoulder and I heard him hum sweet sounding words in his language. That singing again, it always sends chills through me. It always lights my soul on fire and makes me feel things I could never explain, because I could never understand.
"I, you're…" I felt my eyelids sagging. The singing grew louder in my mind, keeping me from thinking clearly. I muttered words and phrases that made no sense and the only thing I clearly remember saying was "Save me."
"From what?" He asked, pushing me back slightly so he could stare into my eyes.
I don't remember what I said next, but I asked him once about it and he told me that I said "Save me from me." I believe him I suppose but I don't understand why I would say something like that. It doesn't make since. Then again maybe it does. Depends on how you look at it.
Some hours later, deep into the night I awoke. I head was pounding and I looked around the room to see no one. I sighed. I was left alone again. Forced to face to world myself. It didn't bother me then, now it does. I didn't know it then what I know now; I will always be forced to make it on my own, to be by myself. People will always leave me. He did after all. But I don't blame him. It would be selfish to keep him here, in this world. He would have stayed if u asked him too, I know that for sure, but it would break his heart and I personally would never be able to mend it if that were the case.
I stood from my bed slowly and looked over at my clock on the wall. It was about 1:45 and it was so cold. I walked into the living room and turned the thermostat up. My eyes wondered up to his room and I felt compelled to sneak a peak. I mean wouldn't you? What teenage girl wouldn't?!
I crept up the stares and looked towards the study room, where the piano resided. I felt the urge to play but I didn't want to wake the beauty in the other room. I tiptoed over to his room and pushed the door opened, silently as I could. The bed was against the wall opposite of the door and to the right. I moved towards his bed and stared down at him. He looked so peaceful, like an angel almost. I can't really be sure, because I don't know how angels sleep.
"Amin e'mela yassen lle." The words just came to my head and slipped from my mouth. I wasn't sure what those words meant.
After staring at the blonde haired blue-eyed elf I decided to leave. As I turned and took a step forward, tripped on his quiver. I fell flat on my face. A hand rolled me over to my back and I caught the glimpse of a knife being shoved towards my stomach. I screamed as the knife's tip pushed its way through my shirt and into the surface of my skin. Suddenly it was pulled back and I looked up at Legolas. His eyes were tense and his face was frightened, then his fear turned to shock, then back to fear again but fear that he might have injured me terribly. I looked down his body, noticing he was shirtless. He still had on his legging… though.
"Mani lon' amine ndu?" (Translated into 'what have I done?') he whispered to himself. The wound wasn't deep at all. He had pulled the blade out before there was to bad of damage, but it did draw blood. He picked me up and ran me to the upstairs bathroom. He sat me down on the toilet seat lid and grabbed a washcloth.
I covered the wound with my hand and looked up at him. "I'm fine." I wasn't really that's just something I would normally say. I looked terrible really, with all the cuts and bruises from the fight earlier. Now there was a tiny hole in my abdomen. He placed the washcloth under cold water and pulled my shirt up to get to the cut. I freaked out and smacked him again.
"Be still!" He commanded, knowing the reason I smacked him.
"Sor-ry" He pushed the cloth to my skin and the cold of it stinged terribly. I pushed his hand back. "That's not helping!" I yelled at him
"We need to clean it!" He said as he pushed my hand away and placed the cloth back on my stomach. I winced again.
"You're hurting me!" I screamed and got up.
"Don't make me tie you down!" He said grabbing my shoulders and forcing me to sit.
"Stop it!" I yelled as the cloth was back on my skin. "First you have to stop the bleeding!"
"Control your complaining! I know what I'm doing." We went back in forth for a half an hour before he finally DID tie me down. He ripped off a part of my shirt so it wouldn't get in his way. The floor was covered in my blood and so was his naked chest along with everything else in the room. He went to his room to get something and came back with a tiny bottle. He looked like he was looking for something but I wasn't sure what it was.
"The first-aid kit is under the sink, you might find what you're looking for." He got out the first-aid kit and found gauze bandages. He wrapped the bandages with the contents of the bottle around my stomach.
"There." He said, "That should stop the bleeding and with the herbs in the bottle it should heal pretty fast." After uniting me he picked me up and carried me downstairs. I felt his bare chest against me and I must say that I didn't mind the feeling at all. I saw my blood on his shoulder and sighed. Somehow it just upset me that I got him dirty…
"You know the cut didn't effect my legs…" I said, staring at him.
"Yes it has." I thought I heard laughter in his voice. He placed me down on me feet and I felt weak in the knees. I feel down and looked up at Legolas. "See… the blood you lost has caused you to be weak and unable to walk." He laughed and carried me to my room. I pointed out that I need to change into different clothes and he pulled open my dresser. He pulled out one of my skirts for school and I laughed.
"No, That's for school. Open the bottom draw and pull out a large shirt and soft feeling pants." After several attempts he finally pulled out the right combination of clothing and gave it to me. He stared at me for a while and I stared back. "Umm you might want to turn around…" He blushed slightly and turned around. I quickly changed and threw the dirty clothes into my hamper.
"What were you doing in my room?" He asked, his back still turned.
"It's alright for you to turn around." I said. He turned and looked at me. "I don't know why I went to your room."
He sat down on my bed next to me and smiled. "I think I'm going to need to bathe," he said looking at me.
I laughed slightly "Yeah" I said, sighing. "I'll show you how to use the shower… Its like a waterfall kinda... And the water is warm and yeah."
"Interesting." He spoke with distant eyes, he looked away at my window. It was covered with a red blanket, because I do not like light in my room and my room faces east so if I didn't keep it there I would always wake up with sunrise. "Why is that there?" He said pointing to my window.
"Oh, I do that to keep the sun out," I said, getting ready to stand.
"The sun is the energy in which all life lives. If there is no sun there is no life." He said, glancing at me. I got up and managed my way towards the window. Legolas got up and helped me there.
"This life lives without the light." I said pulling down the blanket and lifting the blinds as I stood there staring into the white that covered everything. The moon glared the snow, making it shine somewhat blue. A few more feet and the snow would cover the window completely. I felt his body move closer to mind and his head got closer to the windowpane.
"No one can live with out the light for long." He said staring into the snow. "No one…" I saw our reflection in the glass. It was see through like ghosts. Two ghosts staring into nothing, probably thinking about past mistakes and past thoughts or maybe thinking about the future… What would happen, why it would happen, when it would happen. I turned to retreat back to my bed and he helped me before another word was spoken. When I reach the bed again he sat down with me and looked towards the door.
"What do you think of the name Demitrius?" I asked. He looked over at me.
"Why do you ask?" he said cocking is head to one side.
"We need a name that won't scare people…" I said looking back at him.
"And why this one?"
"It means lover of nature…" I said. "Do you not like it?"
"Its fine…" He smiled. "Come…" He took me into his arms again and carried me back upstairs. "You must show me how to work this 'shower' of yours."
When we reached the bathroom, I showed him where everything was and how to use it all... the only thing I didn't do for him was clothing, so I promised to buy him some soon. He smiled and agreed that his garments would scare people.
"Can you do me a favor?" I asked him before he took me back to my room.
"Anything."
"Take me into the room next to yours.." He took me into the study and sat me down at the piano.
"There you go," he said as he left to take his shower.
I stared at the keys and sighed. I thought about the song he had sung earlier and I tried to remember the type of notes that he had sung. After a few attempts I thought I got it, but I couldn't be sure. I wanted him to come back and sing along with the piano but I didn't think he'd do it.
I've always liked the piano. The melodies played on it can be so soft and relaxing, or it can be very vibrant and attention grabbing.
I played Fur Elise over and over again. First slowly than faster and faster until the point where I was making mistakes left and right. I didn't care though. It was the only song that I need a songbook to play. I was bothered by the fact that I was playing it so fast and all at the same pace. Some parts are suppose to be slower then other and some are suppose to be faster. I stop in mid-play and banged the keys with my hands.
"Damn it." I cursed under my breath. I started again, taking my time, speeding up and slowing down when I needed too. Then I heard movement at the doorway I look and saw Legolas standing there, his hair still wet and dripping with water. The water slid down his still bear chest, sending chills through. I hate to say this but: DAMN! He looked so freaking sexy. But um… I'm not going to get into that just yet. He stared at the piano then at me.
"That's a lovely song," he said, sitting down on the bench next to me. "Play it again," he practically ordered me.
I played it again for him and again. After the third time he could tell I was getting tired. I was missing keys and skipping parts so badly that I stopped and looked at him. My eyes beg him to let me stop. He sighed placed his arm around me. "Very well, I'll just have to hear you play some other time." He picked me up and carried back once more to my room.
Once I was tucked away in my bed he went to leave. "Legolas…" That was the first time I said his name.
"Yes?"
"What does 'Amine e' mela yassen lle' mean?" I should have never asked that.
"Where did you learn to say that?" he asked, surprised.
I sat up and looked at him. "What does it mean?" I asked again.
He stared at me in shock. "Who told you those words?" He asked, sounding somewhat upset.
"I just sort of thought of them while in your room!" I was getting very upset as well and I didn't like the fact that he seemed offended. "What does it mean? Is something bad?!"
"Look… I'll explain it later… now we both need sleep. He tied a piece of string around his wet hair pulling it back.
"But… why?" I asked more to myself then to him.
He walked back over to me and held my hand in his. "Trust me… its not something you would want to hear right now."
I nodded in agreement knowing he was more than right… I trusted him… He was and probably the only person I'll ever trust.
A/N: hello.. sorry for the wait... I'm not sure if I'm giving off the right feelings when i write this.. tell me what you think! what feelings is Terrance giving you?