21. Chapter 21
Legolas tried for months to find a way to unlock the portal back to the human world. His guilt was eating away at his very soul. He should have told her he was leaving. He should have given her something for her generosity, but what? He couldn't understand his obsession with this human woman. There was something about her that intrigued him. She was so very kind and understanding. She believed his story of the portals and the two worlds. That alone said something about her good heart. He liked her company, even her funny way of speaking. The more he thought about it, the more he realized that he missed her. It was strange to say the least. Why did he feel this way? He had only known her for a week. Still, he felt the need to watch over her and protect her.
Something else had awoken in him. His dreams lately were of his lost love Minaethiel. He spent a millennia trying to get the visions of her out of his reverie but lately, she was slowly making her way back into his thoughts. Some nights he thought he could smell her, feel her and taste her. Ever since he came back from the human world, she plagued his mind. Why now? He did not want to relive her disappearance again. It was too painful. It was one thing to know someone died or sailed, but to never know what happened to them was devastating.
Then, one night as Legolas lay in his reverie, he had the most intense dream. He was walking through the woods of his Mirkwood home when he came upon an elleth. He knew in his heart that it was Minaethiel. He approached her with soundless steps. She did not turn and he could not see her face, but he thought he felt her. He felt something but it was very weak. He smelled the air. There was the slightest hint of her scent yet it was mixed with another unfamiliar aura. He would speak to her and find out if this was really his lost love.
"Do you remember me?" he whispered to the entity. He waited for her to turn to him but she did not. It was only a dream he told himself.
She shook her head. "I don't know." she answered.
Surely, his love would remember him. He felt her energy and was desperate to make her recognize him. "Where have you been? I have looked for you but I could not find you anywhere."
"I had to go back. I had to take care of things." she said. Legolas did not understand her answer. It was too general and Minaethiel did not speak this way. "Were you looking for me?"
He was confused. How could she not know? "I have never stopped looking for you." he said trying to understand her demeanor. Something did not match up.
The wind blew her hair and Legolas caught a glimpse of her skin. He moved closer and lifted her hair. If this were real, she would respond to the touch of his lips. He kissed her neck and felt her shiver. It excited him to know she felt something.
"Do you like that?" he whispered his warm breath caressing her soft skin.
He could tell by the sound of her voice that she was smiling. Yet he also felt her reserve and hesitation, something he never experienced with Minaethiel. Maybe this was not her after all. "Do you want me to stop?"
Something changed and she relaxed. Legolas was sure this was not his lost love but something still lured him to her. "No." she answered and his heart fluttered.
He could feel desire building in this mysterious entity and it made his own desire build. He kissed her neck again and felt her breath become uneven.
"Who are you?" she asked.
Legolas wanted to tell her but something hindered his answer. He could not tell her if she did not already know. "That I cannot tell you. You must remember on your own, but first you must remember who you are." He wanted to get her to say her name. There was only one name he wanted to hear and he waited for her answer. When she remained silent, he moved in front of her. Her face was unclear to his eyes, as if she wore a mask of some kind. Her lips though, her parted lips begged to be kissed and he answered her. Legolas remembered everything about Minaethiel but nothing more than her kiss. This kiss was familiar but at the same time, it was new. He could almost sense his lost love but she was too deeply hidden. Had she been missing for so long that she no longer remembered who she was or where she came from? And if so, had she forgotten him too? His heart ached to know he might be so close to her and yet she did not remember anything they had together. He backed away from her for it was too painful.
"Don't go. Not yet." she begged her voice full of anguish.
Legolas could not stand it any longer. He could not be so close yet so far away. He called to her, desperate to make her recall. "Remember me. Remember me."
* * *
"Legolas. Legolas." Thranduil said bringing his son out of his reverie.
He blinked and looked at his father. "What is it Adar?"
"It's time to go."
"Back through the portal."
Legolas seemed confused. "But you locked it and forbade me to ever go there again."
Thranduil creased his brow. "I know I did ion nin, but word has reached me of a new lead on the missing key. It seems there is something of importance here. It has been requested by the Lady Galadriel herself that you be the one to go."
"I don't understand."
"Neither do I. Now go and pack your things. It seems you are going to be there for a while. You are to observe but not get involved. Is that clear?" Thranduil's voice was stern.
"Yes Adar, I understand." Legolas said, now standing at attention. Just before he left the room, Thranduil pulled his son into a rare embrace. Legolas felt his worry.
"Be careful ion nin. I don't know what I would do if I lost you in their world." said the mighty Elf lord in a calm voice.
"I will Adar." Legolas answered. "What am I looking for anyways?"
"I don't know. No one knows but the Valar and they are not talking. But I believe once you find it you will know. Whether it's a piece of the puzzle or the key itself remains to be seen. Now go before I change my mind."
Legolas smiled. "Thank you Adar."
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