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CHAPTER 5
LEGOLAS
As it got dark out, I walked into the dining hall for the big feast. I stepped through the doors and I gazed upon all the people already seated at the table. Aragorn was in deep conversation with Boromir, Arwen was seated next to her father, the hobbits were all lined up in a row playing with their food, Gimli was yelling at them, and of course, there was Amy and Tommy.
Amy watched me walk through the doors with a smile across her face and in her eyes. Then, Tommy tugged on her dress and she pointed to me. I could only guess he was asking what she was staring at. All the while I was staring at her. Her dress was gorgeous, or at least the top half that was visible from above the table, and it was well accessorized. Her hair was pulled up into a ponytail, with two curly locks let down in front. Her beautiful dangling earrings perfectly matched her necklace and simple bracelet that seemed to bring out the sparkle and gentleness in her eyes.
She motioned with her hand to come sit in the empty seat next to her, and so I did. I walked around to the other side of the table and sat down.
"GoodeveningLegolas," she said with a smile.
"Hello Amy," I smiled back. We watched as more elves began to pour in to the dining hall, "you look lovely tonight." I held my breath and waited for her reply. Part of me couldn't believe I had just said that, yet part of me was happy that I did.
"Why thank you Legolas," she said modestly, "You look quite nice as well."
There was something different in her voice. I could hear it. Though I couldn't quite place it, there was something different all together. Whatever it was though, it was quite charming.
"Is there something wrong?" she asked me.
"Oh, no. It's just that, you sound a little different." I answered, unsure of what to say.
"Really, you noticed? I was just trying to be a little bit more…proper and elf like. I guess it's working a little too well though. Do you think I should go back to being an all American girl? Is it a bad thing?" She sounded really unsure of herself. I couldn't let her feel that way.
"No, not at all. You should be whoever you want to be. Just because you're in Rivendel that doesn't mean you have to be an elf, I mean, look who's sitting next to you." I pointed to the hobbits and the dwarf sitting next to Tommy. Merry and Pippin were flinging potatoes and peas at each other, Frodo was completely ignoring them and eating his dinner, Sam was yelling at them along with Gimli and everyone else was staring at them.
"Well, when you put it that way…" she laughed as she turned to me. "I guess I'm back to good old obnoxious Amy." I nodded and smiled. It was good that she wasn't afraid to be herself in this new place to her. But I was really going to miss little miss charming. "Hey, that doesn't mean I still can't look pretty." She smirked.
After we had finished our dinner, Tommy insisted on playing with the hobbits, so Amy insisted that we go on a walk through the gardens. We walked along the stone path through the flowers and she took her shoes off and romped in the grass in bare feet. I thought this a little strange, but then again, she was from this 'America' place. She sat down and picked a flower.
"Come here!" she motioned as I walked into the grassy patch encircled by lilies and violets and roses and every flower you could imagine. I Sat down next to her. "Do you see this flower?" I nodded as she held it in front of me gently in her hands, "It's a rose. Roses are mysterious. When you first see them, they're so beautiful, but as you focus in, you see the thorns, and yet it still remains as beautiful as when you first laid eyes on it. You just need to be more cautious of the extra layer of protection. But," she said as she carefully picked off the majority of the stem, "If you can break through the layers," she continues as she put the shortened, now thorn less rose in her hair behind her ear, "Then you have an even more beautiful, less hurtful flower." I nodded, as this metaphor made a lot of sense. I think she was also giving me a slight warning before I got too involved and in too deep if we ever had a relationship. She stood up and pulled me off the ground.
"When was the last time you slow danced?" she asked me.
"I have no idea, I can't remember."
"Well, do you remember how?" she questioned.
"Of course I remember. You aren't suggesting that you want to dance now, are you?" She nodded her head yes. "But how, there's no music."
"Well, you have to use you imagination. I just thought of a great song to fit the moment, so I'm going to sing the words, and you just have to imagine the melody." I sighed and cleared my mind as I put my hands in on the swell of her back as she started to sing the melody of a song.
We both lie silently still
in the dead of the night
Although we both lie close together
We feel miles apart inside
Was it something I said or something I did
Did my words not come out right
Though I tried not to hurt you
Though I tried
But I guess that's why they sayEvery rose has its thorn
Just like every night has its dawn
Just like every cowboy sings his sad, sad song
Every rose has its thorn
Yeah it does
I listen to our favorite song
playing on the radio
Hear the DJ say loves a game of easy come and
easy go
But I wonder does he know
Has he ever felt like this
And I know that you'd be here right now
If I could have let you know somehow
I guess
Every rose has its thorn
Just like every night has its dawn
Just like every cowboy sings his sad, sad song
Every rose has its thorn
Though it's been a while now
I can still feel so much pain
Like a knife that cuts you the wound heals
but the scar, that scar remains
I know I could have saved a love that night
If I'd known what to say
Instead of makin' love
We both made our separate ways
But now I hear you found somebody new
and that I never meant that much to you
To hear that tears me up inside
And to see you cuts me like a knife
I guess
Every rose has its thorn
Just like every night has its dawn
Just like every cowboy sings his sad, sad song
Every rose has its thorn
As she sang I could almost clearly hear the music in the background with the instrumentals ringing through my head. It was if I had heard this song before somewhere. Once I had realized she had stopped singing, I looked down at the top of her head. The girl who was at least five inches taller then me had her head pressed up against my chest as I held her close. She looked up and the moon caught her eyes.
"I really hope I don't have too many thorns," she said as she let out a small nervous laugh.
"That's alright," I whispered, "I don't care how many thorns you have. We all have thorns. No one's perfect. I love you no matter how many thorns you have." I bit my lip. I couldn't believe I had just said that. It was one of those things that was meant to be thought not said out loud.
"Aw, that's sweet. You don't know how much I've needed to hear that from someone. I haven't heard anything like that since…" she paused, "since before my mother died." She took another long pause, and then said something that I never would have thought she would say. "I love you too." She nuzzled her head back into my chest and whispered, "I don't want this moment to end."
"Well, who said it had to?" She looked up at me and said, "I think we need to lighten the mood." She took her hands off my neck and slowly slid them down my chest.
"Come on, let's go for a swim." She whispered into my ear. "I'll race you to the pond." She dashed and jumped over the roses, throwing off her bracelet and her earrings and necklace and hair band, letting her rose land in the grass. Her hair bounced up and down in one smooth movement as it glistened in the moonlight. I ran faster after her, but she still managed to beat me to the water. She dove in and came up for air. She looked so beautiful as the moon shined right on the pond and lit up her face. She ducked under the water and blew water at me and got me wet.
"You beat me." I said, short of breath.
"Then jump in already, the water's warm!" she yelled. I took my shirt off so it didn't weigh me down in the water and I jumped in after her. I swam after as she swam away. I finally caught up to her and grabbed her. She sipped a mouthful of water and spit it playfully back at me. I ducked under the water and came back up. As soon as I had taken in a breath, she came in for the kiss. I quickly leaned into it as she grabbed my shoulders and brought me closer. "Hold on one second." She said as she jumped out of the water. "Turn around." I did as she said and turned around and within a second she was back in the water. Her whole body was under water up to herchin in front of me, and as I turned around I realized that her soaked dress was laying on the edge of the pond…
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Song: Every Rose Has Its Thornd by Poison
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