Dumbfounded, Angel fell back from her fighting stance, but still held the bat in her hand. "Who are you?"
The figure turned around this time, looking straight at Angel. "Just a shadow from the past. Please Angel put that down. Does it look like I'm going to hurt you?"
"No, but I don't take well to strangers in my place of residence."
The stranger laughed. "Well then you shouldn't open all your windows."
All Angel could do was smack herself on the forehead. "Guess it's my own fault then isn't it?"
"I'm afraid so. Also, I am no stranger, you have just never seen me face to face. Tell me, who do I remind you of?"
Angel looked closer at the man that was standing in her living room. The sun made it hard for her to see his face, so she set the bat on the sofa and cautiously walked forward to take a closer look. The man had long blonde hair held back by braids, intensely blue eyes, and a stature that made even Angel quiver in his presence. He was a head taller than she was, and Angel was considered tall for her age.
One thing that did tell Angel of his heritage was his ears, they were pointed, even more so than hers. "I'd say what I think, but I wouldn't believe it."
"And what can't you believe?"
"It all points to two things, that either you are a distant relative who doesn't know the meaning of a doorbell, or you are an elf from Valinor."
The man smiled. "You have deduced correctly, I have resided in Valinor for many an age."
Angel looked at the man with awe. "Do you know her?"
"Know who?"
"Arwen Undomiel, my grandmother. The halls of Mandos are on Valinor correct?"
"Ay they are and yes, I do know the Evenstar." The man looked at her closely. "If I didn't know better, I would say that I was standing in front of her."
Angel couldn't help but blush. "You called me Angel Telecontar, so you must know my grandfather as well."
"That I do child. Elessar was a good man. He served his people well. I knew him quite well before he died."
"Then you've answered my next question. You must be Legolas Greenleaf, the warrior prince of Mirkwood."
"You know your family history well."
"More than you could ever tell." Angel motioned for Legolas to sit down, which he did. "Tell me, why are you here? Elves don't travel from Valinor anymore, at least that's what Uncle John wrote."
"Just because we haven't made our presence known doesn't mean we can't. We don't live in Arda anymore, but we do visit on occasion."
"What brings you back now?"
"The house of Telecontar has suffered a great loss, and it will suffer a great deal more if someone wasn't sent back to comfort them."
"Are you talking about Aunt Lucy?"
"I am. She was the backbone of your family, even if the rest had no knowledge of the fact. If it weren't for her and you, the true house of Telecontar would fall away."
"The Legend is that important? And what about Chris, Pri, and all the others? Do they not matter? I don't understand."
Legolas could tell that Angel had far too many questions and he could not answer them all. "Peace! I can only answer so many things at one time!"
Angel's face flushed crimson, afraid she had somehow upset her guest. "I'm sorry Legolas, but it's difficult when bedtime stories becomes reality in the blink of an eye. It's my inquisitive nature. I hope you understand."
"I do. Young children behave that way because it helps them learn. You ARE young, and so I am eager to help, just not at this moment."
A silence fell between the two until Angel broke it. "Are you hungry? Thirsty? Is there anything I can get you?"
"A glass of water would be excellent."
Angel rose and walked into the kitchen and got Legolas a glass of water. She walked back into the living room and handed the glass to the elf. "Thank you," Legolas said.
"You're welcome." Angel chuckled. "I don't really have a place for you to stay. I have a comfortable sofa in my office I think you be most happy with."
"Thank you for your hospitality Angel. It is a very kind gesture."
"So you accept?"
"I do."
"Excellent. To think…an elf sleeping in my office!" Angel rose from her seat again and went to the hall closet and pulled out a few blankets and pillows and placed them on the sofa in her office. As she leaned against the door -frame of the office and looked back into the living room, Legolas looked at her with nothing but gratitude. He smiled at her and she smiled back. "Are you sure you don't need anything else," Angel asked again. "I'm not sure how elves behave themselves."
"I assure you that if I need anything, you will be the first to know."
"All right then. I'll be in my room." Angel then walked the two feet from the office door to her bedroom door and entered, but kept the door slightly open so she could hear Legolas' call if it ever came. She closed the window but left the curtains drawn so the moonlight could stream into the room. She climbed into her bed and turned on the light on the table next to her bed. Picking up her notebook, she began to scribble in it, leaving Legolas to his own devices.
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Legolas didn't mind that Angel left him alone, he actually enjoyed it. He sat in the dark for the longest time, thinking about the journey behind him, and the journey before him.
He stood and turned on a lamp. Such things of Arda were foreign, but he knew enough about the machinery of Arda to get around. He was one of the few elves now that took the time to learn about the Followers and how they lived their lives. He knew of the world but didn't live in the world. It helped in times like these to know about electricity and machines, which was why he didn't need Angel to watch over him.
He was happy that the house of Telecontar had decided to settle themselves among the trees of this region of Arda. Even though he was in the middle of a massive city that was a giant compared to Minas Tirith, he could look out the window and see the trees and mountains across the water. He would love to visit them while he was here, but couldn't do it alone. It was the one fault for being an Eldar in such a world where Men focused on appearance. His ears would give him away in an instant. He would ask Angel tomorrow about how to disguise them.
Legolas found the pack that he had carried with him from the Havens and emptied it of its contents. A few wafers of lembas wrapped in mallorn leaves, a flask of water, a set of nighttime wear, another change of clothes, and the journal he had decided to keep once Galadriel sent him on his task. He took the book and his quill and small bottle of ink and began to write…
I finished the last leg of my journey and am now in the dwelling of Elessar's granddaughter. It's amazing that throughout the ages the beauty of Arwen has still managed to survive. I'm not sure what I am supposed to do, she seems to need no help. She is incredibly versed in the history of her family, more so than I expected. She mentioned an uncle who had wrote the history down, I should probably ask her about it after the next dawn.
From what I was able to surmise from her conversation through the voice instrument was that she was extremely close to the woman who passed. I've come to see that the sharing of history and legend brings together the family members that dare to listen. The one she was speaking to seems to be the only member left who believes our story.
If only Galadriel had told me what I am supposed to do here! This world is not Valinor. Time has caused the Followers to forget the beauty of the world around them. They focus on the tasks set before them and nothing else. Elbereth give me guidance…I'm lost.
Legolas closed the journal and placed it back in his pack. He turned and looked into Angel's room and noticed she had stopped whatever it was she had been doing. He cautiously walked to her door and peeked in. She had fallen asleep while writing and her head was slumped on her chest. Opening the door as quietly as it would allow, Legolas walked in and set Angel's book on the light stand. He then moved her to where her head was resting on the pillow and pulled up the blankets around her. Noticing that her hair was in her face, he placed the few strands behind her ear.
Stepping back, Legolas analyzed the person in front of him. Not nearly as pointed as his, Angel still possessed the telltale sign of her elven heritage. Her hair was Arwen's, black as the evening sky. The coloring of her skin was that of Aragorn's, darker than an elf's but still beautiful. She carried herself like Galadriel, with poise that resembled the royal line she was a member of. He was going to enjoy getting to know this daughter of Telecontar.
When he finished, he walked out of the room and into the room that Angel had designated as his. Turning on the lamp Legolas found himself in a small library. One wall was entirely devoted to the collection of manuscripts and papers of all sorts. The corner that Angel worked in was across the room from the door and looked like it was well used. There were many opened books and bits of paper with various notes scrawled on them all over the desk.
The sofa that she had placed the blankets on was right next to the door. Legolas ran his hand across the sofa and discovered it was soft leather. Sitting on it he found that Angel hadn't lied, it was very comfortable, like he was back in his own bed in Valinor. He had been sleeping on the ground for the past few days and even though the earth hadn't been uncomfortable, he would enjoy tonight's rest.
Going back out into the living room he got his evening clothes and went back into the office to change. After changing he folded up the ones he had been wearing and lied down on the sofa. Soon his eyes unfocused and his breathing became deep. The entire apartment was now asleep.
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Here I am! Sorry that took SO long. I had this all ready to go...and then forgot to upload it. *smacks forehead* Faith = ditz. Anyhoo, thanks for all the reviews! Keep them coming!
WeasleyTwinsLover1112 – Thanks! Ooo…computer problems. I feel your pain sweetie.
Raven-Of-A-Took – Well you found out who it is now didn't you? Sorry I kept you waiting…the Muse went away for a time, but enough screenings of FOTR and TTT brought her back. *wink*
CariadLovely – Oh I'll keep going! I'm glad you like my stuff…gives me the warm fuzzies.
Jemina – Interesting and new? Really? I thought this was the most overused plot, second only to the "10th Walker" Mary Sue. Well…at least someone thinks I'm special!
Shada Bay – I'm trying to keep Angel as un-Mary Sue as possible…but you never know when that evil thing might pop up. *shrugs* I'll do my best. *salutes* Glad you like it so far!
LalaithoftheBrunien – Of course it's a cliff hanger! I wouldn't have it any other way! *pets her PPCP bunny*