Laurenke1: Well, if you tell me what was confusing, I'll try to clear it up for you.

Iluvenis: She might, but she's not quite ready for that yet (even if we're all screaming at her to get her rear in gear.).

Animir: Nope, just some random elf who wanted a chance to win her favor.

The Hobbit Ivy: Umm... haven't counted. I don't think it will be done before christmas, though. And that is a very good guess, though slightly less dramatic than what will eventuall happen. ;)

RiRiana: He's sweet to her, at least. Not so much to certain others...

AM: Well, that's good.

angel13: thanks

Coolio02: Nope, it was just some elf.

Lady Anck-su-namun: That was an amusing picture--yelling at her through the screen, I mean.

Zeriae: Obvious to everyone who doesn't believe he's beyond her.

Elven at Heart: How soon is soon?

sarah: Yup, someone said that. I think it was all in caps, even. A hole for him sounds nice. I certainly wouldn't mind some shoving... but even annoying tall elves with bright blue eyes have their uses.

Anonymous: Well, how about this. She remembers something a bit at a time?

megs6789: I really don't know what to say to that... I've already got the story written (save minor gramatical/spelling errors which I will probably be forever finding)... and... well, I'll come back to your idea when we get there. I think I stared at your review in shock for a while, and you'll understand why if you keep hanging in there for the end.

Tine: Of course I'll keep writing...

LadyJadePerendhil: Of course he does... if you mean the guy in the garden, he was just some random elf who was interested in her. I wonder how many times I've written that...

IvannethFuin: eventually, it will all work itself out.

CrimsonEnchantress: Sorry, I can't really help chapter length. I'm sort of going with tradition though, as this is a second look at an older love. When chapters are really, really short I update two at once, or within a day or so, but I don't combine them because as I write, the writing breaks of into chapters on its own. So I just divide it there rather than force it. And besides, the chapter headings help me find out where I am when I discover mistakes that need to be corrected.


Chapter 14

Lunian sighed as another memory of Imladris teased at her senses. She shook her head and cast herself upon her bed, looking out of the large window at the dark sky. She both loved and hated thunderstorms. She loved watching them, feeling them, but the sound she didn't enjoy. The noise was too abrupt and harsh to deal with when dreaming, or she would have tried that.

Still, with nothing else to do… Or rather, with nothing else she wished to do, her eyes began glazing over. "Come here," she murmured, her voice low and rough. She didn't know why her voice was always so harsh in her memories, but it was, and she'd gotten used to it.

A lithe figure stepped into her mind's eyes, though his features were blurred. His eyes alone of his face she could make out, bright blue and full of flame as he took another step, nearly bringing them into intimate contact.

"Closer."

His eyes darkened a shade, heating her up as if she had been engulfed by the flames of Morgoth… though in a much more pleasant way. He stepped into her, their bodies aligned as she felt her neck protesting the angle to keep their eyes locked. She felt material beneath her fingers, felt the power of the tense body that material covered, and felt something deep within her own body coil in anticipation as she realized where her fingers were headed.

"Closer," she whispered, sweeping the pads of her thumbs over the points of his ears, never looking away from those brilliant eyes. He shuddered and the memory lost picture, but gained even more feeling than ever before as a kiss swept into her mouth, crashing through her.

Lunian's eyes snapped open as the room shook with the sound. She winced, putting her hands over her ears, only to shudder. Her eyes widened even more, her head turning to the looking glass, seeing her ears were flushed, her lips parted, eyes dark.

The demanding kiss had been very familiar, her anticipation more than rewarded merely by that single touch. She only wished she hadn't focused merely on his eyes the whole time. If she hadn't, maybe she would know what he looked like!

She groaned her frustration and flopped back on the bed. A hesitant knock on her door caught her attention. "Yes?"

The door opened, Legolas stepping in somewhat hesitantly. "Are you alright, I heard…"

She smiled wryly. "Another memory," she mused, shaking her head. "What was my fascination with his eyes? Every memory I've had where I can actually see him only focus on his eyes!"

"They told you everything his face would not," he answered softly. "You are well, then?" he asked, looking back out into the halls.

"Yes," she sighed. "But I still don't know about storms."

He smiled sympathetically. "You could try stuffing something in you ears."

"Does it work?"

"For some. Well, it works. Some can stand not being able to hear much, and some are not comfortable with it."

"Like you, no doubt. Really, Legolas, there is not something to be eternally on guard against here."

"Perhaps not, Milady, bit it is a guard that has often saved my life, and I am loath to be rid of it." He bowed his head slightly and ducked out of her room.

"Scared him off, apparently," she murmured to the world at large, shaking her head before falling back into bed, jumping at another burst of thunder.