13. Chapter 13
Legolas slept most of the day. Later that evening, I brought him some supper. I had fried up some chicken, made mashed potatoes and gravy and some biscuits. I knew he needed to regain his strength and there was nothing better than a good southern meal to do just that. The smell of the food cooking must have woken him up. When I carried the tray of food in to him, he was already sitting up. He hadn't eaten much since he came here.
"That smells absolutely wonderful my lady." He cleared the coffee table for me to set the tray on.
"I figured you need food. This here is what my people call down home cookin'. If I'm responsible for getting you back on your feet, there's nothing better than some food that sticks to your ribs." I looked to his half-naked chest then to his bandaged waist. "And it looks as if you could use a little bit more on those ribs." I laughed.
He glanced down and looked at his body. "I have looked this way since I reached my maturity. Is there something displeasing to you?"
Whoa… that was a loaded question. There was nothing displeasing at all about him. I guess I stared at his muscled chest a little too long. When I looked back at him, he was smiling with a little devilish grin that made me blush. "Awkward." I mumbled and left the room to make a plate for myself.
I came back in the living room to join him in the meal. No sense eating alone. We ate in comfortable silence. When he was done, I took his tray to put it on the coffee table. As I reached for it, our hands touched again. What was this sensation I felt when we made contact? I pulled away rather abruptly and I think he noticed.
"You are uncomfortable with my presence and I am sorry to intrude." His voice sounded so forlorn that it caught me off guard.
"No not at all. Well, I will admit, I don't understand much of what is happening here. It is like a dream and I keep waiting for my alarm clock to go off any minute."
The look on his face was priceless. He was just as flabbergasted as I was. "I do not always understand your language. Yet, I understand your feelings. I will not stay any longer than I should. As soon as I am healed, I will be on my way."
His statement saddened me. A part of me wished he would stay. What was I saying? He didn't belong here. And I am on the brink of getting married, or at least proposed to. I have this land to try to get in order. I was already in danger of losing the only job I've ever loved. I should be happy to see him leave. My life is crazy enough without this. Why did I accept his story so easily? Anyone else in their right mind would have called the police by now and reported him. Who believes in this stuff? I must have had a look on my face or something because when I looked at him, he seemed concerned.
"Your mind races quicker than the fastest steed. How can you process so much at once?" he said.
I suddenly felt very naked. "And now you are saying you can read my thoughts? Oh that's just great." I became very defensive.
He laughed slightly. He seemed to do that a lot. "I cannot read your mind. But I can sense your emotions. You have much worry and anxiety. I am not made of magic."
Something he said stuck in my ears. Magic Man. I had to laugh. "You could have fooled me."
He suddenly seemed very serious. "I would never try to deceive you my lady. I am very grateful for all of your help. I would never have been able to make it back to my world and might have perished that night." He put his hand over his heart and as he bowed his head, he spoke. "Le hannon hirilen." [Thank you my lady.]
I felt another blush coming on. I didn't understand his language, but he sure had a way of saying it. "What is your language called?" I asked.
"It is Sindarin, a very ancient language which dates back many millennia. It is only spoken by my people." He then cocked an eyebrow at me and the edges of his mouth upturned in a slight smile. It was the first time I noticed his dimples. "You are tricky also. You avoid my questioning about your concern and worry."
I crossed my arms. "Well, I don't know what it's like in your world, but there is always something to worry about in mine."
"What troubles you my lady? Perhaps I may be of some assistance." He seemed so genuinely concerned.
"Well, besides the fact that I've just stepped into the twilight zone, every day is a struggle since my dad died." It was strange to admit that. I thought I had things under control until now.
"I am sorry for your loss."
"It's alright. At least I got to see him before he died." At this point, I went over to the couch and sat next to Legolas. He made me feel very comfortable in his presence and I wanted to open up to him. "The doctors said he had a massive heart attack, but I think he died of a broken heart. You see, my mother became sick with a disease called cancer and…" I proceeded to tell him about my family and how my life came to be. He never said a word and listened intently as I told my story. Not even Ethan had that kind of patience. Then again, Legolas was injured and had nowhere else to go.
"…and you know the rest." I said finishing up my tale. I expected him to be bored out of his mind and just glad I stopped talking. I felt as if I went on way too long. "I'm sorry. I don't mean to ramble, it's just…" I stopped mid-sentence as I felt his hand taking mine and a warmth began to spread up my arm.
"Never be sorry. You have dealt with these burdens for a long time. I am glad to have been able to help somehow, if just to listen." His voice was a melodic whisper and it held me on the edge of something unknown.
I dared to look him in the eyes. Those beautiful blue crystals stared back at me. I was caught once again, warmth spreading throughout my body now. My heart began to race. What were these feelings I was having? I could just melt into his eyes and never look back. I could lose myself to this comfort and… "I… I uh… I need to clean up." I quickly found my composure and pulled away from his touch. Jumping up from the couch, I took our dirty plates and headed for the kitchen, shaking these emotions out of my system. As I stood at the sink, I thought about what had just happened. I began to doubt myself. I've never acted like this. I've never felt like this either. It wasn't right. I don't even know who this guy is, or for that matter, what he is. Still, I couldn't deny the familiarity I experienced every time we made contact.
When I was finished, I went back to the living room. "I think I'm heading off to bed now. You need to get some sleep. The doc will be here in the morning to check on you. Goodnight, Legolas." It was the first time I called him by his name. It rolled off my tongue so easily.
"No maer I dinnu hirilen. Nan lu e-govaded vin." [Good night my lady. Until we next meet.] he said sweetly.
I didn't have a clue what he just said but it sounded good. Damn magic man
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