Through A Nightingale's Eyes

Disclaimer I do not own any of Tolkien's creations. I only own my characters and most of the storyline

RATED "R" FOR LANGUAGE AND POSSIBLY OTHER STUFF

Author's Note: Thanks to all my faithful reviewers. And now…CHAPTER 21! Two chapters in one day! That doesn't happen often!

Chapter 21: Reminders

Kayla had just made it to her room and grasped the knob in her hand shakily. It was too soon a moment to have seen Legolas. After last night and knowing that he wasn't hers, it only made her endure more heartache. He was such a handsome elf and she remembered how it had been when he spent the night lying in her bed beside her after her father's death. He had always been there in the most conservative ways, but there was a held back passion in his eyes she had longed to explore. Well, that wasn't going to happen now.

She felt a tear roll down her cheek as she opened the door, but then heard footsteps coming down the hall. She quickly wiped her face and looked up only to sink lower into the floor. Legolas was walking toward her rather briskly. "Lúthien, please wait," he stated.

"My lord, I feel very tired. I need some rest. Can't we talk later?"

"Lúthien," he whispered as he approached her, "We need to…well…I was wondering if maybe we could have a light lunch in a few hours? We need to-"

"Talk about last night," Kayla said, finishing his sentence.

"Well, yes."

"I apologize, Legolas…but I must decline. I have many things to prepare for."

"And they would be?"

"None of your concern," she snapped as she opened her door and stepped inside. Before she could slam the door, Legolas pushed his way inside and shut the door behind them. "Please leave."

"Lúthien, I'm not leaving until we talk about this. I wanted to take you to a nice lunch to cheer you up."

"I don't need your sympathy. I'm fine."

"You eyes tell me different. They're turning a lighter grey color."

"I could say the same about yours, Legolas. Why don't you go spend the day with Nessa. Bed her, if you will. She seems to be deprived of that." Legolas was taken aback by her words. Since when did a princess have such a sharp tongue?

"Lúthien, you speak as though angry with me."

"I'm…not," Kayla replied as she walked over to her closet and quickly tucked her journal inside her bag, making sure Legolas didn't see what she was doing.

"Then why won't you look at me?"

"I'm busy…"

"You're just going through your closet. You don't seem-"

"LEGOLAS STOP!" Kayla screamed as she turned around sharply, only to find the prince standing so close that she could feel his breath on her face. She gasped and tripped on her bag and felt herself falling. When Legolas grabbed her hand, she expected to be pulled up, but instead found herself lying on the ground with him atop her. She swallowed a lump in her throat and began breathing heavily. He was too close! Way too close!

Legolas propped himself up on his forearms and looked down at Kayla, only to find himself smiling. Her hair was spread out all around her and the way she breathed was intoxicating. He couldn't speak a word, and it seemed that she couldn't either.

Kayla felt her cheeks flush a light shade of rose and closed her eyes to avert her gaze. She didn't find comfort in what she was feeling and was terrified to kick him off, thinking it might give away her identity. "Lúthien?" She slowly opened her eyes to the sound of her mother's name and found the elf prince still hovered over her. His eyes were sparkling and the lighting from the bedroom shining in created a halo of gold around his head. "A-Are…you alright?" he asked. She nodded slowly and took in a shaky breath.

Before either of them knew what was happening, they were both locked in a fervent kiss. Don't ask them how it happened, for they don't even know. Kayla wrapped her arms around his neck as she found the elf prince's hands on her hips. Moaning, she bit his bottom lip and felt him press his body closer to her own. She hadn't been kissed like this ever before. It was even different from the ones shared in her time.

Legolas found himself standing up, pulling the Imladris princess to her feet, never breaking the kiss. He shut the door behind them and pushed her forcefully against the wall. He smirked against her mouth as he heard her moan again. He moved his lips from hers and kissed up her neck to her ear. He circled the tip with his skillful tongue and gently nibbled on it.

Kayla's eyes widened at the sensation. Her Elven ears had never been touched by another before. She began to unclasp the front of Legolas' tunic and pushed it aside. As she ran her nails over his chiseled body, a small smile graced her lips. His skin was softer than she would have expected. She slipped his tunic from his shoulders and forcefully grabbed onto his biceps as she felt his hands rising up her back. His fingers dexterously untied the gold ribbon that held up her dress. It fell down to just above her breasts. She gulped for a moment, but found herself giving in as Legolas gently bit her neck, leaving a mark.

Legolas was overindulged in Kayla's touch. He couldn't even tell that this was the woman he had fallen for such a short time ago. He still assumed that this was Arwen's sister. He pressed his hips further against Kayla and felt a tightening in his groin that was more painful than life itself. Nessa had never brought him to this kind of torture. Then again, he didn't sleep with her often enough to know if she could. It abruptly hit him that he was getting married at the end of the week, yet it didn't seem to matter. Here was this beautiful princess with so much purity and fire that it drove him mad.

Kayla wrapped her legs around Legolas' waist as he lifted her from the ground and opened the closet. She clung to his body and nipped at the crook of his neck as he walked over and locked the bedroom door. He ran to her bed as fast as he could and laid her down gently before crawling atop her. Forget his morals about a woman's room being sacred. This was passion that only came once in a lifetime. Just as Legolas braced himself up on his elbows and looked down at the beauty beneath him, a loud knock sounded on the door. "Who is it!" Kayla called out casually.

"It's Nessa!" the voice called back. Kayla instantly pushed Legolas off her and rushed him into the closet before shutting the door and fixing her dress and hair. She darted over to the door and took a deep breath before unlocking the door and opening it. "What took you so long, Lúthien?"

"I'm sorry, Nessa. I was getting changed and just had to fix myself up before answering the door."

"Ah, well…that makes sense. By the way, have you seen Legolas?"

"I saw him in the kitchen earlier. Eating some eggs, I believe," Kayla stated casually, feeling her heart racing in her chest.

"Hannon le (Thank you)," Nessa replied with a smile as she nodded her head and skipped down the hall toward the kitchen. Kayla shut the door and locked it before sinking to the floor and pulling her knees to her chest. Hearing Nessa leave, Legolas opened the closet and stepped out, holding his tunic in his hands.

"I take it she left," he whispered as he placed his tunic on a chair. Kayla didn't respond. She stayed on the floor taking deep breaths, trying to calm her nerves. "Hey, it's alright," Legolas said as he knelt down in front of her and cupped her cheeks with his hands, "She didn't catch us." Kayla looked away and stood up before walking over to her vanity. She picked up her brush and began running it through her hair. "Is something wrong?"

"Legolas," Kayla said as she turned and faced him, "I didn't mean to let this happen. I mean, we kissed and almost went farther than we should. This was just a sexual tension. Nothing more…nothing less." Legolas just froze where he stood. Her way of analyzing everything…it was so much like Kayla. He watched as her eyes studied him. She seemed so focused. It was as if she was trying to solve him…like he was a puzzle. "Legolas, why don't you speak?" Kayla asked, noticing his silence.

"You just…you remind me of someone I met not long ago." Kayla felt her heart stop. "She was a mortal from another time." She pursed her lips in a straight line and sat down on her bed. "I'll never forget her…" Legolas continued.

"Do you want to talk about her? I mean, it might help," Kayla suggested. The elf prince smiled sincerely and grabbed his tunic. He put it on swiftly and clasped it up before sitting down next to Kayla. He looked into her eyes with some concern, but she just smiled and placed a hand on his shoulder. "Come on, tell me."

"Alright…" he began, "Well…this mortal was very special to me. I only knew her for a short time, yet it felt like a lifetime. I know you won't believe me…but Aragorn, Gimli, and I ended up traveling to a more modern time. That's where I met her…"

"Was she pretty?" Kayla asked hopefully.

"The most incredible woman I had ever seen. She had more of an Elven voice and appearance than my betrothed." Kayla smiled as she let Legolas speak. "She was filled with so much life and freedom. Nothing bothered her other than her past and her father. He treated her so terribly and tried to kill her. I had to kill him to save her life. It was a tragic few days."

"That's so depressing," Kayla added. She could remember that day so vividly. Her eyes widened for a moment as she remember her father stabbing her right above her heart. She looked down and noticed that the small scar was still there. Hopefully Legolas wouldn't notice.

"Yes, it was a horrible time. I tried to make things better for her though. I spent the night in her room with my arms around her. I even went to visit her at what she called a "hospital" the day I departed her time. I'll never forget her face or the way she kissed me. Actually…it was much like yours," he stated as he looked into Kayla's eyes.

"So the only reason all this happened here is because I remind you of a girl you met?" she asked.

"No…I…I've just…" Legolas just looked away and reached inside his tunic. He pulled out a pendant and admired it. "She gave this to me. I never take it off." Kayla smiled and felt a tear prick her eyes, but she blinked it away. "I'm sorry for throwing myself at you like that. I didn't mean to put you in this position. I'm getting married and I'm sure you have many suitors asking for you."

"Legolas," Kayla whispered as she lifted his chin and looked into his eyes, "Don't worry about it. As long as we don't kiss like that again…we should be fine. And no…I have no elves asking for my hand."

"How could you not, Lúthien? You're stunning!" Kayla laughed. "What's so funny, my lady?"

"You're just such a sweet one. I may know many elves, but none like you. Nessa is a very blessed elleth to have one such as you."

"That was probably one of the nicest things you've said to me since we met."

"Well, I was having troubles of my own, so everything seemed much more complex."

"Why are you fading, Lúthien?" Legolas asked abruptly.

"For the same reason you are," Kayla replied, "I lost the one I loved. He left me and I didn't follow him like he expected."

"I know how you feel. The woman I loved did the same to me. I miss her deeply."

"What was her name?"

"Her name was Kayla," Legolas whispered as he stood and walked to the door with tears in his eyes, "And I wish I could just see her one more time. I wanted to tell her how much I loved her. I never knew if she felt the same." With that, he left the room, leaving Kayla sitting on her bed. He didn't notice that she too was shedding tears.

"I do…" she whispered, "I do feel the same…"

Author's Note: Well…that was interesting. Heh heh. Don't worry. There MIGHT be another somewhat juicy scene. :wink:

Next: Chapter 22…and maybe some discoveries!