A song played on a solo saxophone

A crazy sound, a lonely sound

A cry that tells us love goes on and on

Played on a solo saxophone

It’s telling me to hold you tight

And dance like it’s the last night of the world

 

-          Miss Saigon

 

Gandalf had indeed remembered a spell that would transport the Fellowship back to Middle Earth, although he could not be exactly certain of where in Middle Earth they might turn up.  His argument against anyone’s complaints was that the Valar would not likely place them far off-course without reason.  Merry thought that maybe, if they could leave The One Ring behind, then all of their problems would be solved.  But Gandalf shook his grey head gravely… if he could stumble into Jason and Katie’s world… so could Sauron.  The quest still stood and the Ring had to be destroyed… not simply abandoned and hidden.

 

At Jason’s insistence that he remain with the company, Aragorn expressed reluctance.  “We are on a very dangerous mission, Jaycen.” He said grimly.  “Why should you risk your life?”

 

“Tell me this… why should you?” Jason replied.

 

“Middle Earth is our home and the memory of the Dark Years has only just dispersed into mere echoes.” Aragorn explained.

 

“Then it’s a worthy cause.  Why shouldn’t I want to help?” Jason inquired seriously.

 

“You are not from Middle Earth, Jaycen… why would you want to risk your life to save it?” Boromir asked in a quiet voice.

 

“Look, I really don’t expect any of you guys to understand.  I’ve never felt like I belong here.  Only when I’m onstage, living in someone else’s skin do I feel any peace.  With you, I have a purpose.  My heart tells me that Middle Earth is my… my real home… if you will.” Jason sighed.

 

Katie looked down.  “Jay… I still don’t like this.”

 

Jason knelt and took her hands, his gaze candid.  “I know, cuz… believe me.  But it’s just something I have to do.  Try to understand.”

 

She paused before nodding.  “All right, Jay… your heart’s never steered you wrong before.  I don’t see why it should start now.  I just hope you don’t regret it.”

 

He smiled.  “I won’t… I know it.”

 

“It is final then.” Gandalf nodded, a knowing glint in his eyes.  “Jaycen will join the Fellowship permanently.  He has proven his mettle before and will be of great help I think.”

 

Frodo smiled.  “I am glad.  You are a good friend, Jaycen.”

 

“Please, please.” Jason laughed.  “You’ll make me blush!  Then Baz won’t leave me alone for the rest of the night.”

 

“Baz won’t leave you alone no matter what color you are.” Katie reminded him before standing.  “We need to get ready, cuz.  You wanna do the food, Jay?  And I’ll set up the sound system and prepare to deejay this whole affair?”

 

“Sounds good to me.”

 

“Hey… how are we explaining the interspecies aspects of this party to your friends?  I doubt they’re expecting dwarves, elves, and hobbits to greet them.”

 

“You know Baz and the gang, they’ll take whatever comes flying at them.  If anyone asks, just say I met them on some movie set.” Jason shrugged.

 

“Oh really now?  And which movie might that be?”

 

The Lord of the Rings of course.”

 

“Hooboy… this is going to be interesting.”

 

Luckily, true to his word, none of Jason’s friends seemed overly surprised by the presence of the somewhat shorter members of the group.  Baz, as expected, flirted with everyone, male and female alike.  Katie kept things going as the unofficial deejay and when the CD player didn’t need her attention, she was teaching everyone how to dance.  Frodo and Pippin in particular took to it, looking like to very small Backstreet Boys, as Helene pointed out to them teasingly.  Legolas had a time of it, trying to fend off a slightly buzzed and very amorous Jackie… luckily Jason rescued him, setting her attentions on Jeff instead.

 

Baz seized Katie’s hand, whirling her into his arms with his most charming grin on.  “Teach me to dance, sweets?”

 

Katie blushed and laughed.  “You look like you already know how to dance, Baz.”

 

“I do.  But I need a partner, don’t I?” he feigned innocence.

 

“Oh, all right. If I must.” Katie sighed with a wink.  Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Legolas rise from his seat, watching her with Baz in a distinctly envious manner.  Her heart leapt into her throat… was he acting… jealous?

 

Her view of him was stolen as Baz spun her out from him quickly and pulled her back so that he could take her into a deep backwards dip.  “You know Dirty Dancing right?”

 

“I… know the movie, yes.”

 

“Think you can pull off the climax?”

 

She coughed delicately.  “Except for the lift at the end, yes.”

 

“Cool… shall we?”

 

Without waiting for her reply, he pulled her back up and began dancing the mambo with her.  Fortunately, Katie was quick to follow his lead… her old dance classes coming back to her easily.  She kept herself separate from her partner however, somehow mindful of causing Legolas any undue resentment, occupying her mind more with keeping her frame locked than with the handsome Baz.  She couldn’t decide whether to be disappointed of thankful when the dance ended and Baz kissed her hand before slipping off to flirt with Helene.

 

It was late into the night when a warm, slender hand sought hers as she watched some of the other slow-dance.  She turned around to find Legolas’ stormy grey eyes meeting hers in a beseeching manner as he gently pulled her off to the side and out onto the deserted porch.

 

“Is something wrong, Legolas?” she asked, concerned by the seriousness of her countenance.

 

“Not exactly.  I did not mean to startle you, Kate.  I only wished to speak with you privately.” He shook his head, gesturing for her to sit on the porch swing.

 

She sat with as much grace as she could muster.  “That’s all right.  You didn’t startle me too badly.  What did you want to talk to me about?”

 

“Gandalf says… we are to leave on the morrow.  I thought I might not have a chance to…” he drifted off, shifting uncomfortably.

 

“Say goodbye to me?” she finished for him in a soft voice.

 

He nodded.  “I do not wish to say farewell.  I have grown rather fond of you… too fond.”

 

“You and me both.” She agreed.  “It just… it would never have worked… would it?”

 

He shook his head sorrowfully.  “No.  I do not think it would have.  And my heart feels heavy for it.”

He sighed, taking her hands within his in a graceful, tender touch.  “And yet… would it be so dreadful a thing to imagine, for this last night… that things are not just as they are?”

 

She swallowed.  “What are you suggesting, Legolas?”

 

“Nothing that you would not wish, Kate.  If you would rather we go our separate ways sooner rather than later, then it shall be so.  But might I ask one favor from you first?” he asked, his voice no more than a breath.

 

“Ask.” Was all she could say in reply.

 

“Dance with me… as the others are dancing… this fluid embrace that sways with the music.” He rose, her hands still in his, lightly pulling her up with him.

 

She swallowed and nodded, letting the elf take her into his arms and gradually begin to rock from side to side with the gentle song that wafted outside.  At first, she remained perfectly still, not daring to let her hands do anything more than rest where he placed them.  But gradually, she grew braver, letting one hand drift to the back of his neck, toying with the long blonde locks at the nape.  Her other hand slid to rest over his heart, cherishing the steady beat underneath.  For his part, he did not try any of the tricks she might have expected from Baz or any other fellow.  The hand that rested on the small of her back was warm and oddly protective, the other caressed over her hair in a light sweep, his thumb brushing her cheek… their eyes never breaking contact, ocean blue on sky grey.

 

The song changed, although neither of them truly noticed…all they knew was that the only reason eye contact was broken was so that Kate could lay her head over Legolas’ heart, pressing herself closer to him.  She could heart his heart beat jump, could feel his quiet gasp of surprise and her cheeks flushed.  But she didn’t pull back… they were pretending after all.

 

“Katrina…” he whispered, the sound of her name being caressed by his voice sending a mild shiver up her spine.

 

“Hmm?” she sighed by way of reply, unwilling to let go of the elf just yet.

 

He chuckled gently.  “Nothing… I only wanted to… say your name.”

 

They stayed as they were, wrapped in each other’s arms, warm against one another in the cool night air.  Kate could hear the music slowly cease and their guests bid Jason and the others goodnight.  The house grew quiet, filled only with the small sounds of everyone cleaning up and heading off to bed.  Still, she and Legolas remained on the dimly lit porch, sitting back on the swing when their feet grew tired… still embracing each other.

 

“It’s late…” she whispered against his neck only when her back began to ache with weariness.  “We should… go to bed.  You will need your rest if you are to return to-“

 

He cut her off, one slender finger pressed to her lips.  “Ai… no.  We will have no mention of tomorrow, remember?  There is only tonight.”

 

“Legolas…” she sighed, wishing with all of her might that she could, just this once, do what she really wanted to without worrying over her many responsibilities.  Why couldn’t any of her responsibilities be about her own happiness?

 

“Hush…I know.” He whispered.  “Your heart is careworn… as is mine.  Let me comfort you.  Take your rest in my arms… please, Katrina?”

 

She could form no reply… only nod her head next to his chest as Legolas stretched out across the porch swing, cradling her body against his own.  The air around then was warm with summer, but it was the warmth of affection that made Kate’s cheeks glow in the starlight, even as she slowly drifted off to sleep… kept within an Elvish embrace.

 

 

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