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Chapter 3: Legolas

We stayed frozen in this position, during which I had the time to decide he was most certainly not human. It was not the extraordinarily strong grip on my arm, or his pointed ears that had become much more noticeable in our new position; no it was his eyes that convinced me. As I stared into them it was as if I was looking into another world, they were such a deep blue and seemed to blaze as if there was an undying white flame flickering behind them. I could clearly see the warning in his eyes and tried to remember that he was dangerous, but still I could not look away. A similar situation with a mirror filled with fire flashed in my mind, causing me to gasp and turn away.

He seemed to realize that I was frightened and released my hand, though his body was tensed and his eyes never left my face. Finally, my medical training kicked in, forcing me to gather my wits and compose myself. Once I was sure that my face had arranged itself into an expression that resembled calm and collective, I turned to meet his gaze.

"Hello, my name is Rebecca Galen you are in the Bracebridge hospital and I am your assigned resident. How are you feeling? Can I get you something to drink?" I asked as I plastered on a professional smile and began inching towards the door, I really had to get out of here while he was still under control.

Though I was still pinned under his intense stare, I found it a little easier to function after I spoke, which is why I noticed his change in demeanour. His pale eyebrows drew together slightly causing barely noticeable lines to appear on his otherwise flawless skin, and his lips pressed together. His whole body tensed and shifted towards the door, and then he noticed the restraints. His gaze went to his wrists, and then lifted to meet my eyes once more; I had never been so afraid in my life. His whole body seemed to emit a strange glow and his eyes had hardened, and if I had any doubts before they vanished, this man was dangerous.

"Legolas Thranduillion eneth nîn" his voice echoed through the room and was laced with barely restrained anger. When I did not answer he sighed and continued in his melodic language.

"Heniach nin?" This time his voice came with less anger, and he seemed to search my face for any indication of comprehension. When, again, I did not answer he lifted his chin and an air of authority and command enveloped his form; it was as if he had transformed into a king or some other equally supreme being. Suddenly I felt inferior and timid in his presence, and could not help but to lower my gaze to the floor.

"I am very sorry, but I don't know your language." Despite my best efforts my voice sounded weak and apologetic. As a peace offering I decided I would get him some water, and moved slowly to the water cooler in the corner of the room. Although I could not bring myself to look at him again, I could feel his eyes following my every move. The cup was about half full when I heard a snap, then another. I turned my head slowly, not wanting him to know I was checking on him, the first thing I learned about patients is that they need to trust you. Unfortunately, it seemed my patient was not worthy of trust for his bed was empty. As I whirled around I found him standing tall in the center of the room, about 10 feet away with his head held high and his arms crossed over his chest, as if he was daring me to retaliate. Instead I stood very still and took calming breaths as I assessed the situation. He stood in a hospital gown and pants, which was a strange contrast to his supernatural beauty. It was obvious that I would not be getting him back on that bed without his consent, so I decided to move to the defensive.

Holding my other hand up in a surrendering position, I held out the cup of water and took a slow step forward. He narrowed his eyes slightly at my sudden movement, but other than that his remained a perfect statue. When I went to take another step, however, his jaw clenched and I could tell that I was not going to get much further. Instead I held the cup straight out in front of me, hoping he would understand the gesture as one of peace. He continued to stare down at me and I back at him; we were at a stand off, both waiting to see who would make the first move. After a few moments my arm became sore and started to shake, as determined as I was, I could not hold my arm up much longer. By the time his jaw slackened and his arms fell to his sides, my arm was shaking so fiercely that the water threatened to spill out. Just as he moved to step towards me, the door swung open.

"Rebecca, dear, just come over here slowly." whispered a white faced Mary. It was obvious that she thought the dangerous patient was intent on hurting me, but as I opened my mouth to speak two doctors entered the room. In their hands were syringes filled with what looked like a heavy dose of narcotic. As they neared John Doe, his body tensed once again and he took a small step back. All the progress I had made would be lost if they sedated him now.

"I told you the restraints weren't strong enough" one doctor hissed between his teeth.

"It's alright Rebecca; you don't have to be afraid. Just come over here and we can go grab a cup of coffee." Mary's voice sounded as if she was trying to sooth me, and she gestured to the door.

"Wait, he didn't break the restraints, I took them off. He was calm and well behaved so I let him stretch his legs a little." I lied as I took step to put myself slightly in between my patient and the needle wielding doctors. They stared at me for a minute, probably questioning my sanity, until Mary spoke.

"Ms. Galen, did you not understand what I meant when I said this patient was dangerous?" her voice as low and full of malice.

"No, I understood, but he was very well behaved since he woke up and I thought that if our patient was calm we were supposed to gain their trust. Strapping him to the bed was obviously not going to encourage him to cooperate, so I thought I would try something else, he is my patient after all." My voice came out surprisingly calm and professional, and when I saw the doctors nod their heads in agreement I knew I had won.

"If what you say is true, and he has changed his behaviour that much then I am truly impressed Ms. Galen. As long as you can handle it, I think it would be very beneficial if the patient was left unbound. He doesn't seem to understand our language so he has to learn that we want to help him through our body language." After the one doctor finished speaking, the other nodded his head and they left the room, leaving Mary, my patient and myself in the room.

"It seems you managed to worm your way out of that situation pretty easily, but don't get used to it today just seems to be your lucky day." Mary's voice was icy, but her fear of the man in the room showed in the way she inched towards the door. I couldn't help but let a smug smile show on my face before I spoke.

"Don't worry Mary, you can leave I wouldn't expect a resident like you to risk her life in the same room as such a dangerous patient" by the end of my sentence my smile had grown wider as my voice was distorted with sarcasm. With a loud huff and a couple of poorly disguised curses Mary left the room.

So caught up in glow of victory and the praise of my peers, I had forgotten the cause of the confrontation. With a small satisfied smile still planted on my face, I turned to look at the man still standing at my side. He looked intently at my face for a while, as if trying to make sense of what just happened. When his eyes caught sight of my smile he slowly lifted an eyebrow in question and his eyes seemed to glow with mild amusement. Seeing this change in him caused me to laugh slightly in relief.

"Rebecca Galen" I said making sure to leave a pause between my first and last name and then pointed to myself. He stared down at me for a moment, and then raised his hand to press against his heart.

"Legolas Thranduillion" he replied.

Hen-ee-akh neen? Do you understand me?


Legolas Thranduil eneth nîn- My name is Legolas Thranduillion.

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