"You're a stranger, so-
What do I care?
You'll vanish today;
not the first time I here"
Stranger-A perfect Circle
"It feels like me Legolas, and it sounds like me," his grip had tightened on my shoulders a bit, and I was becoming uneasy about it.
"It is not you, you believe in love."
"I don't know what I believe Legolas," I pulled out of his grasp," I don't even know who I am." I turned away from him, blinded by sudden tears.
"Linwe," he said his voice suddenly soft, "I am sorry. Please, let's not argue, you have only just arrived." He turned me towards him, his hands gentle on my shoulders." I'm so sorry." He kissed a tear from my cheek, "I'm forgetting that your memory will take more than a day to return." He smiled suddenly, "Now please, dry your eyes; I can't bear to see them so filled with tears." He slipped a handkerchief from his pocket and gently brushed the tears from my cheeks, make me long for any memories of my past. "Better?"
"Yes," I replied, smiling back at him. As we returned to the palace in silence, I mulled over what had just happened. It seemed funny to me, comical almost, how strange the mind was, how strong emotions affected people…affected me.
"When can I see you again?" He asked when he saw my attempt to return to my room.
"I don't know, I …I need to be alone for a while."
"How long is awhile?" He sounded like a child, I had to smile. "Please Linwe, I have missed you so. It is only my love of being around you that cause me to badger you so."
"His blue eyes looked so earnest, they melted away any annoyance I was beginning to feel.
"Come be alone with me then, Legolas." His face lit up at my words, like when the sun hits the surface of the ocean. We returned to my room, and I went over to the window settling on the soft cushions. I clasped my hands in my lap and gazed out into Mirkwood, the mystery that was my home. So much had happened, and all in one day. I closed my eyes, overwhelmed with emotions. When I opened them, Legolas was sitting across from me, watching expressions flit across my face.
"I read a book once, called Stranger in a Strange Land, about a man who grew up in another world, but who was originally from Earth. Whenever something troubled him, or he felt overwhelmed, he'd slip into a catatonic-sleep like state. You know, to help him figure himself out first." I shook my head and laughed a bit, "I wish I could do that now." Legolas squinted, a puzzled expression on his alabaster face.
"I don't understand, what is cataphonic?"
"Catatonic. It's when the body physically slows down purposefully, but the mind remains active." After my explanation, he looked even more confused.
"So the body slows down on purpose, how?"
"The person slows it down."
"Why?"
"So they can take the time to think things over."
"Where is this man from?"
"Another world, kind of like me…or at least, that's how feel."
"Where do you get all of this?"
"From a book Legolas."
"Well it's ridiculous," he said suddenly, standing up.
"You are only labeling like that because you don' understand."
"No I'm labeling it as such because that is what it is."
"Whatever. My whole reason for bringing it up was to say I feel alienated, and overwhelmed. I wish I could just have some time to figure out everything, and just- grasp what's going on."
"You are making things more complicated than they truly are." He was beginning to look blank, and this puzzled me.
"How can I make thins more complicated than it is? I woke up this morning and found out that everything I thought was my world wasn't my world at all."
"You are over-reacting Linwe, just let everything flow."
"Let everything flow? I raised an eyebrow," I can't just breathe underwater Legolas; you're not making any sense."
"I'm not making sense, or you just can't comprehend what I'm saying?" He sat back, looking almost-smug.
"You enjoy this?" I said, standing up, "you do."
"I said nothing of the sort."
"But you thought it; I can see it in your face."
"Linwe stop being difficult," he said sternly, annoyed.
"Is that supposed to be a command you expect me to follow or something? What, is that how you guys do it here in Middle-Earth?" His presence was only making me even more upset.
"Linwe please," he stood, coming towards me.
"Legolas, I want you to leave." I put my hand out to stop his advance.
"You don't mean that," he took my hand and tried to kiss it, but I pulled it from his grasp.
"Yes, I do."
"No."
"Fine. I'll leave." I opened the door, and stalked down the hall. Who the hell did he think he was anyway? This Legolas of Mirkwood…and what made him think he could tell me what to do? Lots in my thoughts, I turned a corner, and slammed into something hard, hitting the ground with a thud.