28. Chapter 28
You know, it's a funny thing. When Legolas is here, and I don't mean with me, when he is in this world, I feel consumed by him. But when he is gone, like he is now, I have a hard time remembering him. Well, of course I remember him, but it's the little things that slip my mind. For instance, he has a scent about him. It is like sensing the different seasons. There are those days when you step out of your front door and inhale the fresh air. You just know in your mind what season it is. Legolas reminds me of summer. He smells like all those things that make you think and feel that it is summertime. I sure could us him right now, in the middle of winter. But I find myself not being able to remember what summer smells like. Winter has come on strong this year and it has been tough. We've had more snow than usual. Now that it's coming up on spring, there is a threat of ice storms. The next system to move through our area just might give us one of those kinds of storms. I am ready for whatever Mother Nature has in store for me. I only wish Legolas were here with me.
That's the other thing bothering me. I find it hard to recall how his hair feels, or the touch of his hand, the rubbing of a shoulder. Why can't I remember? When he has passes through the portal, I tend to forget the little things. Maybe he has me under a spell or something. Maybe I am not supposed to remember him. Still, there is one thing that burns fresh in my mind. Even if I forget everything else about him, this is the one thing that will never leave me… his blue eyes. They are etched into my memory. If one day I forget everything, I will always see those sky blue crystals staring right through me. They will haunt me until I leave this world. I thought of my mother at this point. I wondered if she felt the same thing and maybe when I told her about Legolas, it brought back all of her memories of meeting him once a long time ago.
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Spring was just around the corner and just as predicted, we got hit by a pretty bad ice storm. I lost power to my house. I had a feeling this would happen and stocked up on food and wood for the fireplace. I knew from past experiences that if the power lines were knocked down, it may be a while before crews came out this way. I was pretty far out in the country. The roads alone were treacherous to drive on. No one would be out this far for a while.
Luckily, I had my phone. I was delighted to hear from Mac and Dwain. They were just checking up on me. It was good to know someone looked out for my well being. They worried about my summer disappearance. I kept Legolas a secret and told them I was busy with bills and orders and such. My excuse worked well enough for these two, being they were the ones taking care of the fields. They knew how much work it was.
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It was officially the first day of spring, but you wouldn't have known it. The temperature hadn't made it above freezing yet, and ice still covered much of the land. It had been four days since the storm and I was still without power. The roads had been treated and were finally passable but there was no point in going anywhere. Everything was closed due to the blackout.
That night, I had a dream that I ran out of wood and the house became unbearably cold. For the life of me I couldn't get warm. Suddenly I had a feeling of comfort wash over me. There was a knock on the door. When I answered it, I found Legolas standing there. I took his hand and pulled him into the house. He looked upon me with such dark eyes. His breathing was heavy. He took me into his arms and held me close. I relaxed in his strong embrace. Then he kissed me but this time with such demand. His lips traveled down my neck and back up again. Neither one of us said a word. He picked me up in his strong arms and carried me to my bedroom. But when he opened the door, there was a very bright light. From within I heard a voice telling me I could not follow. It said I had another purpose and I could not be with Legolas. Our love was not real and should never have happened. I was to be punished for seducing him. When I tried to explain that I had done no such thing, I was silenced and pulled into the light. I looked back at Legolas standing in the doorway.
"I will never stop searching for you." he said. "I will find you one day and when I do, you must remember me."
I woke up in a sweat. Panic flushed throughout my body. I didn't understand this dream but I knew I didn't want to go into the light. I somehow knew that once I went into it, there was a good chance I would never find my way back into Legolas' arms ever again. The dream disturbed me to no end. I got out of bed and went to the kitchen for a drink of water. When I looked at the clock, I noticed it was almost time to get up anyways. So I made some coffee and got the paper from the front porch. It looked like it was going to be a nice day, though still too cold for the ice to melt. As I stood on the porch, I looked out to the tree line in the distance and wondered about Legolas. I hoped he would come back early. That dream made me miss him terribly. I wondered how he was in his world.
I went back into the house, poured a cup of coffee and opened the paper. After about an hour I stopped and went back to my thoughts of Legolas. Lately, it seemed I could not stop thinking about him. Maybe there was some truth to my dream. Maybe I could feel when he came back. Today more than ever, it felt like he was out there somewhere. I tried to shake this feeling and went back to my paper and coffee.
There was a knock on the door. My heart began to pound. It was Legolas, I just knew it. He had been on my mind so much lately. He was here and he wanted to see me. I jumped up from my chair and ran to the door. I swung it open and smiled. "Legolas, I have missed…" I stopped mid sentence when I saw who it was at my door. Needless to say, it was not Legolas.
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