Magic Man

Chapter 24
Posted: January 13, 2012
 
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I started visiting the forest regularly. Legolas was always waiting for me. We did a lot together. We spent most of the summer in each other’s company. He made me feel safe, just like when I was a child. He showed me many things about the forest that I had not realized before. Legolas was way more in tune to nature than any human. He didn’t just see things, he heard what they were saying, felt what they were feeling. He said his people were able to communicate with nature, though it was a little more difficult in my world. He was absolutely amazing and I was in awe of him. We learned a lot about each other over the few months we spent together. We became great friends in this way.

Today was a day like any other. I decided to spend the night in the tree house since summer was quickly coming to an end. I went to the forest with my sleeping bag, my music and my guitar. I looked around the pond but there was no sight of Legolas anywhere. ‘Odd.’ I thought to myself. I went to my tree house, laid out my sleeping bag and sat down. As summer was beginning to wind down, the days weren’t as hot and the nights were getting cooler.

I popped a CD in my portable player and put my headphones on. I lay down, closed my eyes and listened to the music. I let the music take me back to a time when Mother and Dad were still here, a time when I had no worries, no responsibilities. I had not yet experienced a broken heart. I started to wonder about Ethan. I managed to put him out of my mind since moving back here and befriending Legolas, but now he was creeping back in again. I thought we would have been married by now. I thought we would have started a family and moved here. Well, at least I was here. It’s funny how when you’re a kid everything seems so simple. You get an idea in your head of what your life is going to be like when you grow up. But things change and not everything turns out the way you thought it would be. Now, here I am, twenty five, single and sitting in a tree house wishing for a fairytale life. I thought they were supposed to have happy endings.

As I lay there, something tickled my face. I swatted it away and kept on tapping my foot to the music. Then something tickled my ear. I sniffed the air and thought it faintly smelled like fresh cut grass. It was the end of summer and I memorized the scents. What was this aroma? Something blew across my face. I smiled. I knew who it was and slowly opened my eyes to find Legolas sitting next to me, legs crossed. He smiled and his blue eyes sparkled. His long blond hair hung loosely about his face. He reached for my headphones and touched them, an odd look on his handsome face. I took them off and smiled. “Hey, there you are. I was looking for you.”

“What is that?” he asked.

“These are called headphones.” I said as I took them off. “They let me listen to my music. Here.” I handed them to him. He turned them this way and that and then I helped him put them on. “Ready?” I asked.

He nodded and I turned on the CD. I slowly turned the volume up and watched his reaction. I laughed as he made a scrunched up face and took the headphones off. I guess he didn’t like Mellencamp. “This is strange for music. I’ve never heard anything like it. It sounds like metal things and explosions.”

I had to laugh. “It is called rock and roll. Do you have music in your world?”

“Oh yes. The Valar created us so that we see music in all living things, not just instruments. If you listen to nature, you will hear a great many songs.”

“That’s beautiful Legolas. Your people sound very wise. So, do you have any talents?”

He smiled, lay down next to me and looked up through the hole in the roof. “I have been known to sing.” he laughed as if remembering something from his past. “My father says my most ambitious talent is to always find trouble before it finds me.”

“That doesn’t sound like such a bad thing. It’s never good to be caught off guard.”

Legolas looked around the tree house and noticed my guitar case. “What is that over there?”

“That is my most prized possession.” I said and reached for it. I took it out and showed him my instrument. “This is a guitar. I learned to play a long time ago. I’m not very good. Never took a lesson in my life. I guess you could say I’m self taught.” He studied it as I strapped it on and took out a pick. I clicked on each string and adjusted the tuning just right. Legolas’ eyes widened at the sight of it. I don’t think he’s ever seen a guitar. “Do you have musical instruments?”

“Yes, we have flutes and drums and…” He stopped speaking as I started to lightly strum a song that I made up a long time ago.

“That song, where did you learn it?” he asked very curiously.

“It’s just something I made up a while ago. Why do you ask?”

“Would you play it again?”

I shrugged my shoulders. “Alright, whatever.” I started playing again but this time, Legolas started singing to the song. His words were hauntingly beautiful as he sang in a language all his own. I thought he was rather talented to be able to make up lyrics right on the spot like that.

“That was amazing Legolas.” I said when I finished the song. “How are you able to think up words so fast?”

Legolas sat there with a faraway look in his crystal eyes. He seemed to be in another world. “I have heard this song before.” His voice was like a distant whisper.

“But that’s impossible. You must be mistaken. I only thought it up a few months ago. Actually, it was right after you left, when you were injured.” I watched his expression turn into complete confusion as he gazed at me.

“But you must have you heard it somewhere?” he said astonished.

“I don’t think so. It just popped into my head after a dream I had one night. Why, where have you heard it before?” I began to think that maybe I had heard it before but couldn’t remember.

Legolas sat up and turned away from me. He seemed to have drifted off into another world. “She used to sing a song very similar to yours.” His voice was suddenly cheerless as he recalled a distant memory.

“Who?” I asked softly.

After a long pause he spoke. “Minaethiel.” Then he looked at me as if I had insulted him in some way. “This is not possible.” His voice was slightly raised as if to be angered. “No one knows of her song. She sung it for no one but me.”

His sudden change in demeanor frightened me a little but what scared me even more was the name he just mentioned. “Legolas, I have heard that name before in a dream. It was nothing more than a whisper in my ear and I didn’t think much about it until now. Who is this Minaethiel?”

His eyebrows furrowed and a crease formed between his eyes. “No one, not even me has uttered that name in many millennia. It is almost too painful to speak of.” He stopped speaking for a while, as if to recollect his thoughts. He turned his back to me again and I watched as his broad shoulders slumped as if he had been defeated. He inhaled deep before going on. “She… she was my heart’s desire, my first love.” I watched as his head dropped even lower. His golden hair fell forward over his shoulders.

I waited for him to continue but when he remained silent, I went on. “Where is she now? Is she waiting for you back home?” I whispered.

He remained silent and shook his head before speaking. “She disappeared and I never saw her again. They told me she took another path but I believe she was taken from me. You see, we fell in love but it was not supposed to happen. She was meant to be alone until her task was complete. I was a disruption, at least that’s what I was told. She loved me too though. We tried to give each other the space we needed, but our love was too strong. When we decided to follow our hearts that was when she disappeared. I have looked for her ever since but to no avail. And so, I remained alone, searching to no end. Over the many endless years, I have tried to put her in the back of my mind and I did… until now.” Legolas slowly turned to face me. “Ever since that night in the woods, when you saved me and took me in, she has once again plagued my dreams. Sometimes I feel she is close but it is only in my reverie.”

“I am so sorry Legolas.” I said putting my hand on his arm. He looked down at my hand and smiled.

“Your touch is very comforting. No one has alleviated my broken heart more than you and for that I am very thankful.” His sadness seemed to fade as he once again looked into my eyes.

I felt some kind of connection to Legolas in that moment, but I didn’t want him to know. “Hey, what are friends for?” I smiled in return.

“Yes friends.” he answered with a slight hint of disappointment.
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