Sunlight, Moonlight and the Cerulean Stone:

Orlando stood in front of the bathroom mirror in his hotel suite, dressed in just black silk boxers, staring at his neck in something akin to horror. For there on his collarbone was the very clear imprint of teeth. "Bloody Hell! That wasn't just a dream..." He cursed as he touched it with a finger, "Ow... Shit, that hurts."

Charlie had woken early. She slipped out of bed quietly, pausing only to kiss Elijah softly on the forehead. Elijah reached for her sleepily. She said softly, "Go back to sleep, Luv, I need to use the loo", and he settled back into sleep.

Orlando searched himself grimly and discovered two more bite marks, one below his ear and another just above his hip. "What the bloody fuck?" he cursed loudly.

Charlie was in the bathroom in the adjoining suite, brushing her teeth with Elijah's toothbrush. She was about to spit when she heard Orli cursing next door. Spitting quickly, she threw on Elijah's robe and rushed to knock on the adjoining door, "Orlando, Darling? Are you ok?"

He looked at Charlie, who obviously had a rough tumble with Elijah last night and he rubbed his temples gingerly, "I have no fucking clue what bloody well happened last night."

Charlie inspected him carefully and saw the bites upon his collarbone, neck and hip. "Luv, it looks to me like you had a good lay", she grinned.

Orlando flushed, his golden skin turning ruddy, "Charlie Luv, don't start with me. It's too bleedin' early." He groaned, "And I did ... kinda ... it was fuckin' weird. It was in a dream."

She peered at him, taking his head in her hands and looking deeply into his eyes. "Darling, I think you had better tell me about this dream, but first I need to let 'Lij know where I am."

"Alright, Ducks, I can't ever keep a bloody secret from you anyways," he said as he kissed her cheek. He headed to the bedroom and plopped down on the edge of the bed.

"And don't call me Ducks!" she yelled as she headed back next door. She padded over to the bed and kissed Elijah on the lips gently, "Lover, I need to go for awhile, Orli needs me." Elijah smiled sleepily and waved for her to go. Charlie, slipped out of the robe and rifled Elijah's drawers for something to wear. He was shorter, but the rest was pretty similar, so she grabbed a pair of jogging pants and a Henley. Smiling at the extra leg showing, she sprinted back to Orlando's room.

She then frowned at the sight of him sitting on the edge of the bed, smoking a cigarette as if his life depended on it, still wearing nothing more than his boxers. Orlando said desperately, "I don't know what the bloody hell is wrong with me, Charlie ... I've been hearing things ... and the dreams have been bloody wonky."

Elijah couldn't go back to sleep, something in Charlie's voice had keyed him into her distress. Climbing out of bed, he raked his brown hair and pulled on the robe that Charlie had left in the middle of the floor. He paced the bedroom nervously.

"Tell me about it, Orli. I can't help you unless I know everything," she said softly putting her arms around him. He could tell she was worried because she rarely called him Orli.

He sat there fingering the necklace about his neck, silver with a cerulean blue stone set in a pendant. "It all started when I found this on the beach back in New Zealand, Charlie," he clutched the pendant tighter. "I felt something emanating from it ... I don't know, a sense of strength, loyalty, compassion ... a feeling. I don't understand it, Charlie, but it seemed to call out to me." He turned to face her, his chocolate brown eyes deep and unfathomable. "I didn't want to be parted from it, so I commissioned it to be made into this necklace and I have only taken it off once since. But I have been acting fuckin' strange since then."

Charlie looked at Orlando with deep concern in her emerald eyes, "Orli, I think I need to try to touch that stone." Orlando opened his palm to let it fall upon his chest, but he did not remove it. Charlie reached out to touch the stone, then quickly pulled back her hand. "That is powerful magic, it seems tuned to you like my focus stone is to me, but different somehow, more powerful and unearthly," she shivered with reaction, "I need to know more, I can't put my fingers on it yet."

Elijah headed down to the bathroom past the open adjoining door in time to hear Orlando say with a grim amusement, "What else can I possibly tell you besides the fact that I'm apparently speaking in poetic prose when it fancies me... taking way too much time on my hair, and singing in Elvish."

"Orlando, be serious. How can I help you if I don't know what I am dealing with?", she chided him gently, taking his slim hand within her own.

He pulled from her with a snarl, "I am being bloody serious! I'm sharing my body with a bloody Elf!" he snapped and then felt badly. "I'm sorry, I'm just not sure what the hell is going on with me," he said in softer tone, hanging his head in his hands sadly.

Charlie stroked his hair with her long, slim fingers, "Orli, I will believe anything you ,tell me, you know that. I just need some details," She coaxed him softly and tried to feel his mind with hers, but his thoughts were disordered and painful to her, so she pulled away.

Elijah couldn't wait any longer so he peered around the door way, "Hey, can I come in?" he asked. Orli looked up and nodded, so he came in and stood next to the bed. "Charlie, Orli has been acting really weird with that stone around his neck," he said earnestly. "He's been singing in the shower in Elvish ... and it's not something that we learned on the set. Yesterday he was speaking in ... almost prophetic words ... like ... almost like Legolas."

Charlie stood regarded Elijah's clear blue eyes carefully, feeling him with her mind trying to find anything he might have missed. Satisfied with what she read, Charlie sat in front of Orlando once again and reached out to touch the stone, steeling herself against the electric shock of contact. Then she cupped it and tried to project herself into the stone. Orlando could feel the sensations as she touched the stone, a power that was trying to reject her and then failing that pulled her deeply inside.

Elijah looked a bit worried, but knew this was beyond him. He kept his eyes glued to the closed eyes of the duo and simply watched the on goings.

Reaching out with her mind, at first she was only able to see blue swirling clouds. Then she came to a glade of incredible beauty with majestic trees with golden blossoms. On a bed of moss, a pale body reclined, haunting in his beauty. Charlie moved forward to see closer and saw that it was Orlando, no Legolas himself, sleeping exposed in all his glory. As Charlie looked him over, she saw signs of lovemaking, the bite marks glaring against his pale skin and a fine sheen of sweat covering his translucent form. Wishing she could linger and gaze longer, feast her eyes on his perfection, she knew she had to return.

Orlando was a bit dizzy as she did her search within the stone, so he rested his elbows on the bed and tilted his head back, his eyes rolling beneath their lids. "N'uma ner, mellon...." he whispered while shivering. Elijah started when he heard Orlando speak Elvish. Unlike Viggo, Orlando had never mastered the language, only having patience enough to learn the pronunciation of his lines.

Charlie opened her green eyes slowly, dragging herself back from the pull of the stone was difficult. "Orli, you are not crazy. Legolas really is in there. It all begins to make sense. The pieces begin to fall in place." She put her hand upon his shoulder.

Orlando opened his eyes slowly, still feeling the lethargic effects of what was going on within the stone, as he blinked, "Least we know that I'm not bloody nuts."

Charlie grasped his arm urgently, "Orlando, can you tell me any of the details of your dream? Especially anything that has to do with how he became embedded in there."

Orlando raised himself till he was sitting again. "All I know is that he was fading... in the realm of the Gray Havens and Galadriel sealed his spirit within the stone... we, uh, well ... we made love." he said with a soft blush on his cheeks.

Charlie grinned absently as she was filtering the information about Galadriel, "That was perfectly obvious, Luv. He has more bite marks on his body than you do." Elijah listened amazed at these revelations. This was sounding more and more like a movie plot. When Orlando admitted to making love with his dream lover, Elijah was shocked but also somewhat turned on by the thought.

Orlando flushed even deeper and shifted uncomfortably on the bed, "Charlie... don't lecture me... I... he... it's bloody complicated, he's inside me... a part of me." He sighed ardently, "I felt whole when I was with him.... like a chunk of me was complete... I felt that way with Viggo, but look where that led me to." He lifted his head slightly, his eyes forlorn.

Charlie stroked his dear face, "Orli, I wasn't lecturing you. Who am I to say anything about sexual escapades? I wasn't being careful of what I was saying, because I am trying to figure this all out." She kissed his cheek tenderly.

"I know..." he said in response, smiling at the kiss, "All I know is that I told him that he could have control my body as long as he gave me some sort of warning."

She looked up in surprise, "Can he do that? Orlando, that could be dangerous. You are letting an Elven Warrior loose in Milan with no idea of what he is doing." Remembrances of the scenes that Orlando did in the movies as Legolas came to mind, a lot of them involved raining havoc down upon the enemy.

"He wouldn't be alone..." he looked pleadingly over at Elijah, "Would... would the two of you stay with him? Keep him from say, oh, killing half the population?"

Charlie stood, and beamed at him, "Of course, Orlando, I will always be by your side, whether your spirit is in control of it or not. I cannot allow anything to happen to that gorgeous bod." She gave an elaborate bow.

He stood to swat Charlie on her cute little butt, "I'm not gorgeous... not by a long shot, cute yes." Charlie, rubbed her stinging butt and grinned. He turned to look at Elijah inquiringly.

"Oy mate, how do you expect a mere hobbit like me to stop the Warrior Prince of Mirkwood?" Elijah smirked. "But seriously, I would do anything for you, Orli."

"He might see you as Frodo, you know, the brave Hobbit who saves Middle Earth?" he said with a grin. "Thanks, you guys. This means a lot to me."

Elijah bounded over and hugged them both. "This begins to feel like a grand adventure, Orli. I am just sorry that Bilbo won't be available to write it down for us," he smiled impishly.

"No, but you can write it down, big foot," he said as he wrapped his arms around Elijah and gave him a hug, ruffling his hair with his hand. "You really did have big feet, now they're all tiny!"

Looking down at his bare feet, Elijah grinned. "I was in too much of a hurry to put on my shoes, you are lucky I didn't come over naked."

Charlie gave a long slow smile, "Being in a room with two mostly naked men has made my day! But seriously, one of us has to be with you at all times. I know that there is a purpose to all of this, but the reasons are foggy to me. I don't know if this can be for good or evil yet. I wish I had my focus stone here."

"Uh, guys....."

Charlie looked up sharply at the tone of Orlando's voice, "Yes Darling?"

"Might... be... a.... technical..." His eyes rolled into his head and he passed out onto the bed in a nearly boneless heap, his breathing deepening as the stone around his neck pulsated stronger with flashes of light.

Charlie flipped herself over to straddle him, "Orlando, Orli! Elijah get a cool wash cloth. Orli, darling come back!" Elijah ran to the bathroom and soaked a wash cloth. Not having remembered to wring it out, he trailed water back to the bed.

A soft moan left the lips of Orlando's mouth, though it was more melodic and high pitched than his usual voice. Blinking his eyes open, everything was fuzzy and unfocused as he stared up at the woman who was pinning him down onto something softer than he could remember, but wasn't sure what it was. Brown eyes that were now flecked with blue highlights and even cerulean around the irises slowly came into focus.  "My Lady?"

Even expecting this, Charlie was shocked by the transformation. Orlando's face had shifted slightly, become more smooth and fair and his eyebrows more delicately arched. "My Lord Legolas, I presume?" Charlie managed to say, but completely forgot to get off of his body.

"Yes, I do believe that is who I am, but might I inquire as to whom you are, My lady and why you are straddling my hips so?"

Charlie blushed, something she had not done since she was 15, "I am sorry, My Lord, I wasn't expecting you." She swung her body off of his gracefully and stood. Offering him her hand, she said. "I am Charlie, Orlando's best friend. This is Elijah, who is also one of Orlando's friends, and also mine." The last two words were said almost with a purr.

He tilted his head to the side as he sat halfway up and regarded her, propping himself on his elbows, "I see, I apologize for my state of undress, my lady... but...." As he turned towards Elijah, his eyes went wide and he leapt to his feet. "Tis Frodo! And... he..." he grabbed Elijah's left hand and peered at it, "You have all your fingers!"

Elijah smiled, "Yes I do, but I am not Frodo, not really. I am just an actor like Orlando." He shivered at the sweet feeling of the elf investigating his hand.

Charlie grinned "And as for me, please don't apologize, I have seen Orlando in much less." She had swiftly decided she wasn't going to change or hide anything from Legolas, at least about herself.

"You and he are mates?" he asked, still a bit confused as he looked between the two of them. Earlier she seemed to have claimed Elijah for hers and now she said she implied that she had seen Orlando naked. "And what is this I am seated upon, tis softer than Lothlorien silk."

Elijah looked at the bed and smirked, "That is one of the best beds that money can buy, Master Elf."

"We are all the best of friends, yes. May I call you Legolas? This my lording it is making me very nervous." She smiled softly, misunderstanding his question.

"I would be honored if you would call me Legolas, My Lady," he replied as he moved back on the bed. He bounced on it lightly, then he stopped short, almost embarrassed. "I need to cleanse myself, and get dressed, for I do not think that I can stay in these ..." He struggled to find a word for his attire and failed.

"You may call me Charlie, Legolas. I will go next door while you prepare yourself. But 'Lij will stay here to help you with anything you need," she gave Elijah a warning glance that clearly stated "If you leave him, there will be no more shagging for you."

He nodded, "I thank thee, Charlie...." he said as he watched Elijah swallow and nod. As she gracefully left he rose from the bed, "What is this I am wearing anyway?" he asked, looking down at the black silk boxers that molded his hips so smoothly.

Elijah swallowed again as he looked at the beautiful body before him, "Those are boxer shorts made out of silk. Usually they are worn to sleep in or underneath pants."

"Oh, boxers..." the word rolled off his tongue strangely, as he peered down at them. "They are most comfortable. How will I wash in this place, I see no stream or lake."

"Um, well..." striving for the words to explain, Elijah stammered. "We don't really bathe that way anymore, except occasionally for fun. Would you follow me, Legolas?" Taking his hand he led him into the bathroom.

He allowed the Hobbit, no... Elijah to take his hand and lead him into a small room that had ceramic plates pasted upon the wall. He peered around at everything with wide eyes and then paused reaching up to poke one of the brightly lit light bulbs with a finger. When he touched it he brought his finger back swiftly and stuck it in his mouth, sucking thoughtfully. "Tis hot."

Elijah flushed at the vision of the handsome man, no elf sucking his finger. Composing himself swiftly, "Yes, by the way don't stick your finger in there", he said pointing to an electrical outlet. "Would you rather have a bath or a shower, Legolas?"

Instantly Legolas dropped into a crouch and peered fascinated at the outlet, "Why not? What is its function?" he asked, as he looked up at Elijah with curious eyes.

Elijah groaned, just knowing what Charlie would do to him if Legolas electrocuted Orlando's body. "That carries electricity, which is like strong magic, that makes a lot of our stuff work. It is very dangerous to touch, it could even kill you."

He backed away from it quickly, "I understand... I think." he said as he returned to his full height and looked down at Elijah, "What is a shower, Elijah?"

"It's like standing under a waterfall, Legolas, but you can do it here in the bath tub," Elijah tried not to imagine that intriguing vision.

"I remember waterfalls, and bathing beneath them... we had flowers that would foam when you rubbed them together in your hands, do you have those here?"

"No, but we have soap, would that be ok?" Elijah asked worriedly looking up at him.

"Soap? Is that like the flowers of which I spoke?" Legolas asked, as he looked down at Elijah.

"Pretty much." Elijah grabbed a cake of soap from the counter and handed it to Legolas. "When you get it wet and rub it, it makes foam."

He smiled lifting the cake of soap to his nose and inhaling the sweet scent, "It smells like the flowers in Elrond's gardens," he whispered. Then he poked his head into the shower to see how it worked, "I just.. turn this handle?" he asked turning the cold water on full blast and getting smacked in the face with the water, letting out a yelp of shock

Elijah grinned, glad that it was the cold water he turned. "Why don't you let me do that for you?" he asked helpfully.

He sputtered, as he drew his now wet head out, "Hannon lle.. I... I mean thank you." he said, pulling the wet strands of hair from his eyes.

"Lle creoso, Legolas. I know a little tiny bit of Elvish, but please don't expect me to follow everything," he laughed as he fiddled with the knobs, getting the water to a quite warm temperature that began to raise steam in the bathroom.

"I apologize...." he whispered, as he looked at Elijah, "I am not used to speaking in the normal tongue... In the Undying Lands we only spoken in Elvish. I shall have to get used to it, I suppose." He finished as he looked at the steam billowing like fog from the shower.

Elijah put his hand on his arm, "You don't need to apologize, I was just teasing you. It's just the way I am."

"What comes next?" he asked as he held the soap in his hand, and looked at Elijah. "And what is this place called?"

"This is a bathroom, it has a bathtub with a shower, a sink for small cleaning jobs and the toilet ..." Elijah broke off blushing.

"Bathroom..." he said, "shower... sink... toilet?" he asked rolling the strange words in his odd accent, "What is a toilet?" he inquired as he looked at the flush on Elijah's face and smiled, "Do not be embarrassed, if anything I should be the one blushing since I do not know what anything is."

"um, hmm, A toilet is for eliminating bodily wastes." Elijah resorted to a dictionary type definition in his embarrassment.

"Ah," he said in response as he looked at the boxers, "I get into the... shower wearing these boxers?"

Elijah looked at the boxers and flushed even deeper, "No, you really don't wear anything in the shower. Um, I think that would ruin the silk." Elijah looked at his feet, feeling very vulnerable in his embarrassment

"I... I think I can handle it, if you do not wish to be here," he said noting the blush and the last thing he wanted was to make an enemy of one of Orlando's friends.

"Charlie would kill me, or something worse than that if I left you, Legolas," Elijah smiled. "She is a dangerous woman to cross."

"She does not seem dangerous," Legolas said as he pulled the boxers down and kicked them off. "But you can stay if you wish," he said as he drew back the curtain and stepped into the shower, sighing at the warmth that came from the showerhead and touching it softly with a finger. "What interesting things they have in this world," he finished, as he began to sing in Elvish.

Elijah started as he removed the boxers and then quickly sat on the closed toilet. As he looked at his knees, he said under his breath, "I am going to need a cold shower after this."

"Why would you need a cold shower? Do you not wish a warm one?" he asked, sticking his head out of the shower and looking at Elijah, most of his body was covered by the curtain though Elijah could see the planes of his form through the semi-transparent curtain.

Elijah looked up in shock, "I forgot what sensitive ears Elves have, Legolas. Um I am not sure a warm shower would do... I mean... Oh I don't know Legolas. There has been so much going on that I don't know what I want right now." Elijah's total embarrassment was leading him to babble.

"What do you not know, my friend? Come, tell me about it, perhaps I can enlighten you on your problems," he said as he stuck his head back into the shower, and ran a hand through the curly mop atop his head.

Gazing at the form behind the shower curtain, Elijah was unable to consider his words and he blurted out, "I guess I have been in love with one of my mates for a long time. His name is Dom, he portrayed Merry in the movie we were in. But I never told him, because he never gave any reason for me to think he likes guys. In fact I kept denying my feelings myself. But then Orlando made me realize that I was ... well gay. But then I met Charlie last night and I wanted her so badly. And she wanted me too. But now when I see you ..." His voice trailed off, "Oh God, I don't know what I am saying."

He stuck his head back out of the shower, "So you are attracted to both men and women, Elijah? This happens even in my reality... this is honorable thing to love both sexes, to be able to appreciate both forms, in whichever way that it is that you choose. There is no wrong in it, no shame. You like Charlie, I can see this, she likes you. Whether tis love or something else, you two have a bond that will always be there. But what do you see when you see me, Elijah?" he asked, as he offered his hand to the young man.

Elijah looked at Legolas' hand in confusion, "I see someone incredibly beautiful and sexy, and I think I have said too much already."

Legolas smiled, "Come I would not do anything that you would not wish, young one... but come wash my back... I cannot reach every space."

Elijah thought quickly, "When am I ever going to have a chance like this, but oh my God. Being naked in front of him." Then he decided. He stood up, and dropped the robe he was wearing and grabbed a washcloth. "Sure why not? It's not everyday I get the chance to wash the back of an Elven Prince!" He grinned and blushed.

Legolas' laugh was high pitched and musical as he heard Elijah's words. He stepped further into the spray to leave him enough room behind him as he tilted his head back and sighed, "I have a twinge in my back, Elijah. Is there something wrong with it?" he asked, unsure.

Elijah spread his fingers over the scar on his back. "Orlando broke his back, they weren't sure he would ever walk normal again, but he is amazing," he said with great feeling. Then he quickly grabbed the cake of soap and lathered up the washcloth, amazed that he had dared to touch the elf so intimately.

The body he touched trembled at the gentle touch to the scar, "I did not know... but... I would if I could, heal it for him," he said softly.

Elijah smiled, "I didn't think that you were a healer Legolas, but then maybe there are things that we don't know about Middle Earth and it's inhabitants." He gently washed the muscular back, moving his fingers within the cloth in a soft massage.

Legolas shook his head ruefully, "Not like Lord Elrond, or the Lady Galadriel, I have no power like that, but I do have the ability to heal small superficial wounds that I may have gotten in battle or travel" he said as his eyes fluttered at the gentle massage that he was getting. Elijah swirled the washcloth over his shoulders, which was a little bit of a reach for him. His torso leaned against Legolas for a moment and then he stepped back. Taking a shaky breath, he concentrated on the small of his back.

"You seem almost nervous back there, young one... are you alright?" he asked, concern evident in his voice as he turned his head.

"Honestly Legolas, this is a new experience for me. I haven't washed anyone's back before. It is a little nerve wracking," Elijah flushed and ducked his head.

With a soft smile he turned and took the cloth from Elijah. "Then let me return the favor," he said as he gently moved Elijah so that he was standing beneath the spray and Legolas held the cloth, gently running it over Elijah's shoulders. Elijah stood under the spray and felt his groin tighten as he felt Legolas' strong fingers washing his back. His breath grew ragged and he leaned his head against the tiled wall for support.

Legolas blinked and stopped for a moment, "Am I doing this wrong?"

"No, you are doing fine, Legolas, maybe too fine," Elijah tried to keep his voice steady and failed.

He nodded and gently washed the younger mans' back clean. He smiled knowing that he could have this earnest young man if he wished, but instead chose not to interfere between him and Charlie's budding relationship. "I think I have sufficiently washed your back now, young Elijah... perhaps we should get out before Charlie comes looking for us."

Wracked with embarrassment at his physical state, Elijah asked, "Would you hand me a towel Legolas, they are on that rack on the wall." Elijah was not about to turn around without some kind of covering.

Turning around, Legolas reached for the lush towels. Marveling at their lushness he handed Elijah one even as the young man turned off the shower, and wrapped one around his own hips as he drew back the curtain and stepped out onto the rug. "Why do you do things like this to yourself?" he asked, staring at the ring that pierced his nipple.

Elijah peered out from the curtain to see what Legolas was talking about. "I am not the right one to ask that",  he replied as he wrapped himself in the towel. He stepped out of the tub. "I tried to convince him not to do it, but he insisted. I even offered to get my butt tattooed with him if he wouldn't do it." Elijah grinned so wide the gap in his teeth showed.

He turned his body and looked at the ring, "I think that it is nice, for a mark on the body, and this as well", he whispered, fingering the sun tattoo. "It is not my usual style, but I do like it," he said as he walked out of the bathroom and back into the bedroom. He peered around and then his gaze fell onto the clothes that Charlie had obviously laid out for him.

Elijah came out wrapped in his robe again, rubbing his wet hair with the towel. "I think I wouldn't mind a navel ring, but my nipples are too sensitive as it is." He colored up, "Um, anyway, if you get dressed then I can get Charlie to come over while I get dressed."

Legolas stood in the center of the room still wrapped in the towel, holding the pair of low riders in his hand. Realizing that he could not step into them as he was, he casually dropped the towel to the floor. Elijah's heart started beating faster at the sight of the beautiful man. Legolas slid his legs into the jeans casually and then inspected the fastenings scowling. "I think I am unable to do this Elijah."

Elijah took a deep breath while walking over to Legolas. "Here I will help, Mate." He carefully pulled up the zipper, desperately trying to avoid touching anything he shouldn't. Legolas was watching every move eagerly, trying to memorize the motions. "See you do it just like this. Just make sure you don't get a shirt or anything else get caught in the zipper." Then he slipped the metal button through the heavy button hole. "And this just goes through this hole, nice and easy." Elijah blushed at what he said, turning away quickly he accidentally brushed his palm across Legolas' groin.

Legolas smiled at the young man's confusion, "I understand now, thank you, Elijah." He gently brushed his fingers against Elijah's cheek. He picked up the sleeveless shirt Charlie had provided and slipped it on while looking in the mirror. He patiently buttoned up three of the buttons and then tucked the ends in the jeans. "I believe that this is the way Orlando looked when I met him. Is this correct, Elijah?" Elijah nodded mutely, his cheek still tingling from the elf's caress. Legolas looked in the mirror marveling at the clothes for they were so different from what he usually wore.

Shakily, Elijah stepped over to the nightstand and picked up the receiver of the phone, dialing his suite. He waited for Charlie to answer, while trying to still his swiftly beating heart.

"Hello, this is Mr. Wood's room, Charlie speaking," Her sultry voice was like a balm to his ear.

"Charlie, Legolas is dressed, I really need to change, can you come here now?" Elijah's voice was breathless and confused, his mind reeling with images of the naked elf rampaged through his mind.

"Sure can, darlin'," she replied as she hung up.

Elijah turned to face the elf with his eyes lowered. "Charlie is on her way over."

"Alright, then I will wait patiently for the lady," Legolas said as he continued to stare at himself in the mirror, looking down at his golden hands, for he remembered them being pale and nearly luminescent.

A knock came at the door and Charlie came in looking like she had showered, for her hair was slightly damp still. She crossed to Elijah and kissed him quickly, whispering in his ear, "Are you ok Luv? You sounded shaken on the phone?"

"Just.... I don't know, a little... shaken," he said in reply as he kissed her below her ear, whispering, "he's just too damn sexy in either form." He  headed into his suite to change.

Charlie smiled and then turned to face Legolas, "So Sir Elf, you have been stirring up trouble already I see!" She grinned at him and went to stand beside him in front of the mirror.

He looked sheepish. "I did not mean to," he said softly as he reached out and touched his reflection, "this is a marvelous world."

"You cannot help being too beautiful, Legolas." She ruffled his hair, "After all you are in my Orlando's body!"

He blushed and ducked his head, as he wrapped an arm around her and gave her a soft squeeze, "I am sorry that you have to see me this way... and not the way I was... am... are."

Charlie hugged him back, wrapping both arms about him and holding him close. "I have seen you, actually, I visited you in the stone, but you were sleeping. You are inhumanly beautiful Legolas, but I guess I am prejudiced, I prefer my Orli."

"And I am stuck in his body for the day..." Legolas whispered in reply, as he gently placed his head on her hair, "Why is your hair two different colors?"

Charlie leaned her head into his palm, like a cat rubbing up against his master. "Because I like it that way," she purred. "Don't you?"

"It is different... do all the women of this place do such things?" he asked, gently fingering the red colored tips of her hair.

"Not all, but some do. Just as all of us don't get our body parts pierced or tattooed. Our world has infinite variety, Legolas. I think you are going to like it." She kissed him on the cheek and went and sat on the bed.

"Orlando said that he had lost someone who was close to him... who was it?" Legolas asked, looking down at her.

Charlie looked up at him sharply, "I am not sure what I should tell you Legolas. I am afraid that some information might interfere in the fates that are being played out." Then she relaxed and smiled, "Suffice it to say, he loved someone who didn't see him for himself and so Orlando had to break free of it, before it killed him."

"I know that feeling all too well also. For I loved someone who loved someone else and though it killed me to watch, I had to be there for my King, my friend and soul mate. He loved the Lady Arwen and had no idea that I truly loved him with all my heart and soul..." he paused a moment, gathering his thoughts as he reached up and rubbed at the nipple ring. "It itches," he scowled as he closed his eyes and the area around it glowed blue for a moment. "Ai, that's better."

Charlie raised her eyebrow when she heard who was Legolas' true love as another puzzle piece fell into place, then her mouth dropped open when she saw him heal Orlando's nipple. "Gee, you should get a job in a tattoo parlor, you would be a great asset!"

"I cannot use the magic as often as I like, it is draining," he said softly as he turned and smiled at her, "What will you show me today?"

Charlie stood and moved to him, putting her hands on his face, she looked deeply into his unsettling eyes reading his spirit, "I think that you would like to see the things that Orlando likes, am I right?"

With her hands on his face, he smiled softly, "Yes, I would like that very much, to see what this world of Orlando's has to offer. As long as Elijah is not driving.... I remember what it was like, he drives like the maiera run."

Charlie laughed delightedly, "Yes I am sure he does. I will see if he will let me drive his car, or we can take a taxi."

"Do I drive?" Legolas asked.

Charlie looked at him questioningly, "Well Orlando drives, but I am not sure that would mean that you would have his knowledge."

His face contorted into a soft scowl, his nostrils flaring as he said, "True... we shall take a taxi... or perhaps we could walk, I'm rather fond of walking."

Charlie heaved a heavy sigh, she was NOT fond of walking. "Milan is a large city Legolas, to see all that you would like to, walking is rather impractical," She looked at him hopefully.

His face contorted even more. "Do you not have horses in this world? What is a taxi?" he asked as he looked at her, noting the sigh.

"Some people have horses, but not for transportation, except for the Amish I guess. Mostly they keep them as a hobby. The world is too big and fast now for horses. A taxi is a car for hire, but they will not drive as fast as Elijah. Nor would I for that matter." She tried to put as much reassurance as she could into her confusing words.

Legolas nodded in some understanding, "As you wish. We shall take whichever way that you prefer, Charlie."

"Shall we go see if Elijah is ready yet?" she said putting her hand on his arm.

He nodded, "Yes. Let us go and see this world that is new to me."

Charlie opened the adjoining door stuck her head in the door and yelled, "'Lij are you ready for us?"

"Why must you shout so?"

Elijah yelled from the bathroom, "Go on in, I will be right out."

Charlie led Legolas through the bedroom into the sitting area of the luxurious suite. The room was done in soothing shades of blue with gold and green accents. Charlie flung herself down on the sofa and crossed her legs. Legolas followed, wiggling his bare toes in the carpet as he looked around and crossed his arms over his chest. "This is a beautiful dwelling. But why must you shout to be heard?"

"Oh I am sorry Legolas, I forgot about your sensitive ears. I wasn't sure if 'Lij would hear me since he was in the bathroom and we don't hear as well as you do." Charlie smiled, "Why don't you sit down, Darling?"

He did as she asked and sat down on the edge of the couch, noticing that a movie was playing on the screen of the television. "Tis Aragorn... but... .but how?" he asked, moving towards the screen and touching it, "How did they trap him in this box?"