Sing For Me Chapter 2, a silmarillion fanfic

Note: This beginning of this chapter has adult situations - nothing graphic. Thanks to; Fran, The Last Temptation of Homer, AnnaMariah and Nimphelos for reviewing, your opinions are greatly appreciated :)

Sing For Me.

"Marry me?"

Her eyes shot open and she raised herself onto her elbows, looking down at the head of messy dark hair resting on her naked stomach.

Chin propped against her belly-button, his clear blue eyes as bright as the morning sky peered back at her with amusement.

"W-what?" She stuttered.

He smiled. "Will. You. Marry. Me?" With each word, he kissed the bared flesh of her supple stomach, neither muscled nor toned. Just right.

Breath caught in her throat, tears came to her eyes. "Are you... sure?"

"I've never been surer of anything in my life... Darlin'."

She laughed gleefully as he huskily voiced her ridiculous nick-name with his beautiful accent; a voice that held a rugged Southern twang.

It sent a tremor down her spine.

"You haven't answered my question," he prompted, still amused as he slowly crawled up over her body like a daring panther, his rough skin sliding against her damp frame as he left a trail of heated kisses in his wake.

Their bodies twisted and twined together in the soiled sheets, like two serpents coiling around one another. He nestled himself between her parted thighs, kissed her deeply and drew back. Anticipation, excitement, hope and fear sparkled within his eyes. All rolled into one neat little package as he looked down at her.

He was worried about rejection.

She was in love.

Slowly, she pulled his lips close to hers and murmured the word that would change her life forever. "Yes. The answer is, yes."

Chuckling, he breathed a sigh of relief and lost himself within her.

Tears from the painful, dredged up memory mingled with the cool spray of the outdoor shower in her backyard. She shook them away, moving her head like a hound that had been drenched from head to tail. Although she cried, she could not feel anything. No pain, no sadness... Nothing. She was utterly numb. And she supposed she had medication to thank for that.

Beneath the noise of running water, she could hear the faded sound of the gentle sea-waves pushing forward and receding from the white shore beyond her garden. She lathered and soaped herself thoroughly, removing the sand and dry, salty water that clung to her from her short swim.

Feeling cleaner, she turned the nob, stilling the steady stream of water before reaching for the fluffy blue towel that was perched on a hook protruding from the wall. She sighed heavily and wiped her face before wrapping it around her body tightly, cocooning herself from the golden rays of sunlight that shone down without remorse.

She turned. And almost screamed.

It was him. The handsome, beautiful creature from the vision she had a week prior. Only now, he did not seem like a vision. He looked more... real, and slightly more solid. Like he was really there, but still somewhat removed from the harsh, coarse world. Though he was still no less beautiful and no less awe-inspiring with his height and stature.

For a week since she last saw him, she had heard his lilting voice singing with sorrow and despair every evening - but he hadn't shown himself again. Until now.

Oddly enough, she wasn't as frightened or desperate as she had been the first time she saw him. She should have been, given the circumstances and embarrassing situation at present. But she had long ago resigned herself to the fact she was slowly losing her mind; hearing things and seeing things that were out of the ordinary. It must be the anti-depressants she had been advised to take.

She sighed.

Insanity was such an inconvenience.

She would have screamed and felt anger, but the creature was not even looking at her. His head was tilted again like an inquisitive bird as he examined something. Her eyes followed his perplexed grey gaze that was fixed above and over her shoulder.

He was staring at the shower-head with something akin to awe.

Immediately, she knew that he had no clue as to what it was. It was obvious from the confounded expression on his face. But she still found it deeply disturbing that he did not know about such things.

She cleared her throat nervously and froze as his eyes snapped back to her; it felt as if she had been slapped when he abruptly looked at her. But a smile almost tugged at her lips as she saw him grow flustered by her towel-clad apparel and – unsurprisingly – he blushed before he turned suddenly. He stalked away from her, muttering to himself in an inconceivable language as he strode down the garden path, towards the gate that separated it from the sandy shore.

As he walked away and left her, she felt her breath come in shuddering, disbelieving gasps. Now that she could no longer see him, she immediately felt shock and fear crash through her without warning.

What was he?

So many questions and no answers! It was idiotic but she felt as if she knew who he was. Or that she should know. Why she felt this, she did not know, nor could she guess at it. But it made her extremely fearful and again, question her sanity. If she did not know any better, she would have thought she was already locked up and tucked away inside a nice, sterile mental asylum.

But that was certainly not the case.

Trembling, she ran into the house to change; determined to solve the mystery that had been presented to her.

She opened the back door and found him standing at the outside shower again.

His eyes were wide with disbelief as he turned the nob; left to right, right to left. He did not seem to notice her or that he was getting drenched in the process of turning the shower on and off. He was going to ruin his odd but intricately stitched clothing...

Walking towards him apprehensively, she knew she would have to end this. She would have to end these disastrous visions and get to the bottom of this man's appearance. She would have to end his damnable singing, for it stabbed at her heart - like a thousand knives tearing into the shell of her soul. "Excuse me?"

The creature stopped his motions and turned to her, straightening as he gathered his dignity and hid his curiosity. Which was nicely done, considering he was drenched from head to toe.

He said something to her, but she could not understand what he was saying.

"Wait!" She held up her hand in frustration and shook her head. "I don't understand what you're saying."

A sad expression came to her face as she remembered the first time she saw him and wished to speak with him. She had been particularly emotional that day, having thought she could endure the pain of grieving without anti-depressants, but she had been wrong. Now, with a clearer – albeit drugged – mind, she could gather enough strength to deal with this thing's presence and get to the bottom of his sudden appearance.

He spoke again, this time softly, and bowed. "Forgive me for intruding on you in such a manner."

She started, shocked that she could suddenly understand his words.

His voice was heavily accented; unlike anything she had ever heard before. It was musical in quality, almost as if he was singing, but she could sense the underlying bitterness that clung to the words. What he felt so bitter about, she did not know. The eerie thing about her understanding his words, was the fact that she had translated them in her mind. If she thought hard about it and focused, she realised that he was still speaking in his own language. How this was capable of happening, was completely beyond her.

Again, she thought she was slowly losing her sanity - one painful day at a time.

"Do you know what I'm saying?"

The creature listened to her words and paused for a brief moment before nodding slowly and replying in his own tongue. "Yes, my lady. Do you...?" He trailed off as she nodded.

She understood him, he understood her; though neither of them were speaking the same language.

If now was the time to panic, she would have. But there was something important she needed to do. And that was find out the identity of this creature that had appeared before her like mist upon the ground. "Who are you?" She asked softly but desperately. "What are you? And more importantly, why are you here and what do you want?"

"So many questions; I forget how impatient mortals are!" He smiled sadly, still eyeing the shower from the corner of his gaze. "I go by many names. But you may call me Maglor. I am one of the Eldar; an Elf..."

Her gaze sharpened, and she interrupted. "... An elf?" Incredulous, she looked at his face and then his delicately pointed ears. His height and build. She blanched. "I thought elves were supposed to be small faerie creatures?"

The elf named Maglor almost chuckled. "I am certainly not small, nor am I a faerie creature, my lady. But I assure you, I am an elf..." He trailed off and turned towards the shower-head almost furtively. "How is it that you have rain in there? Is there a cloud inside?" He turned back and looked at her innocently. There was no deceit in his eyes.

He honestly thought there was a cloud in the shower-head.

She blinked, hiding her grimace and smile that threatened to show itself.

She really was losing her mind.

A heavy sigh fell from her lips as she looked at his sodden form, still handsome even though he was soaked to the skin. With a shake of her head, she frowned deeply and sighed.

It was going to be a long day.