Sunlight, Moonlight and the Cerulean Stone:

Legolas rose fluidly from the floor, then bowed to Charlie before she scampered out. "What is a... restaurant?" he asked Elijah.

"Come on. Legolas. You need some shoes", Elijah said. He led him back to Orlando's room and opened the closet door. "A restaurant is a place where you can eat when you are not at home."

"Shoes? Do you mean boots?"

"Well I am sure Orli has some boots if that would make you more comfortable. Shoes are like mine", Elijah said pointing down to his Reeboks sneakers. "Of course these are sneakers, but shoes can be lots of different things. Didn't elves wear slippers for dancing?" He pointed out Orlando's assortment of shoes.

"The female elves always wore slippers, but the men wore boots although for dancing they were soft soled," Legolas said in response, as he looked down at the floor and picked out a pair of sneakers, "These will do."

"Sounds bloody uncomfortable dancing in boots, but then Orlando does it all the time," Elijah said.

"He dances?" he inquired as he slipped on the sneakers and laced them up, looking over at Elijah with a grin. "I did not know that he could dance."

Elijah let out a peal of delighted laughter, "Legolas, dancing is Orlando's second favorite thing in the world." He held out his hand to Legolas, "Shall we go?"

He took Elijah's hand. "This sounds like an adventure. I'd like to see what dancing is in this world as well," he said softly as he glanced around wiggling his toes in the unfamiliar footwear, his boots never gave his toes such freedom.

"If you are around tonight still, I will take you dancing. Charlie would probably enjoy it too!", Elijah grinned as he led Legolas down the hall, carpeted in rich reds plush, to the elevator and punched the down button with his free hand.

"I do not know how long I will be able to stay in this body while Orlando sleeps, but I shall try," he said as he looked at the elevator. "Do they have lembas bread?"

"No, I doubt it, but they have really good food. And I don't think you will need army rations anyway," Elijah giggled. The elevator door opened and Elijah pulled Legolas inside.

As he was pulled inside the metal box, he looked at Elijah, "What do you eat here, Elijah? What things are good and what are not?" he inquired as he looked at the buttons and pushed every single one.

Elijah groaned, thinking this was going to be a very long elevator ride. "There are so many good things Legolas. I am thinking I will let you see when we get to the restaurant. Everyone has different tastes."

Elijah watched Legolas and couldn't help being amused. He was nearly bouncing on his toes as the elevator stopped on every floor and he stuck his head out on each one as he looked around, "Everything is so different."

"Yeah, that's for sure." Elijah had to smile at Legolas' enthusiasm. Getting to the Mediterranean level, he pulled Legolas out, "this is our floor Mate."

"Why do you call me such?" Legolas asked as they left the lift, and he looked around in amazement, the rich wooden architecture reminded him of Rivendell and the floors were polished marble like those you would find in Lothlorien. Everywhere he looked there was polished brass fittings. "I think that Gimli could find nothing to complain about in this place."

Elijah smiled, "I am sorry if that offends you, Legolas. It is a nickname, that my friends and I used to call each other when we were filming Lord of the Rings. That is what I call Orlando a lot. It slipped out."

"I do not mind... but perhaps you should call me Orlando instead of Legolas... either way, I will answer, for though I am Legolas in spirit, I am Orlando in body." he said in reply, as he ruffled Elijah's hair.

Elijah shivered at Legolas' hand in his hair, "Orlando always does that too, ruffles my hair, I mean." He pulled Legolas down the hallway to the end which opened into a large elegant dining room.

Legolas paused in the doorway, where silvery banners and gold tables caught his attention, "Are you sure about this... that I will not be out of place?" he asked hesitating, even as Elijah dragged him inside the crowded room.

"Don't worry about it, they expect actors to be strange." As they entered a hush fell over the busy dining room as the crowd saw the two stars standing in the doorway holding hands. He held Elijah's hand a bit tighter as he walked over and sat down in a chair. "It's ok, Mate, they will ignore us after a few minutes. But a couple might come and ask for autographs if they are feeling bold." Elijah did his best to reassure his new friend.

A waiter in a crisp uniform approached the table. "Good morning, Mr. Wood, Mr. Bloom. May I get you something to drink?" as he handed them their menus.

Legolas blinked at the name then snapped back to reality, "Um... Orange juice for me..." he said, not sure if that was correct but he remembered something that he had overheard

Elijah grinned, "I will have orange juice too. And bring us a pot of coffee, please." After the waiter left, he asked "How did you know to order orange juice?"

He shrugged, "It was something that Orlando overheard in the place he was last night, Some people ordered something called a Mandarin Dream, their friend asked what was in it... one of the ingredients was orange juice."

Elijah nodded, that made sense to him. He pushed the menu over to Legolas. "That is a menu, it lists the different foods that are available, or we could just go to the buffet."

Legolas peered at the menu, idly looking at each item upon it as he bit his lower lip in thought. "I don't know, it is so much... what is this.. a waffle?"

"Dude, I think we had better try the buffet. They will have waffles there and you can decide." Elijah raised his hand to the waiter and indicated they were going to the buffet. Elijah grabbed Legolas' hand again and pulled him along to buffet tables brimming with food choices.

Legolas gasped at the mounded tables of food, "What is all this? I have not seen so much food since I was last in Rivendell at Lord Elrond's table."

"This is a buffet, it's like a feast that you have to pay to eat at," Elijah laughed.

Legolas picked up a plate and a large spoon, poking at the scrambled eggs, "These are strange, they have the color of gold, yet are not hard like the metal the Dwarves dig up. Gimli would like these I think," he said, thinking on his friend and smiling softly.

"I am sure he would, he seemed like he would be a hearty eater, almost as hearty as hobbits," Elijah laughed at the thought. "Let fill our plates, I haven't had my elevensies yet!"

"Or your afternoon tea, dinner or supper," he said with a smile, as he sampled a little bit of everything and even snagged a sausage with his fingers before stuffing the whole thing in his mouth.

"Uh Mate, you really need to wait till we get to the table to eat. The have laws about that stuff." Elijah grinned.

Legolas mumbled with his mouth full, "It's wonderful, the flavor just bursts over my tongue." he said as he walked back to the table.

"They have great food here", Elijah said enthusiastically.

"I noticed." he said, running back on light feet and snitching another sausage, stuffing that one in before even swallowing the first, as he scampered back to the table and plopped down. He hadn't eaten for a long time and the aromas were driving him mad.

Elijah looked around the restaurant at the fascinated crowd and sighed, "Charlie would do so much better at this than I am" he thought. Then he sat down and poured coffee for both of them. "Here, this is coffee, you can drink it black, which I don't recommend, or you can add sugar and/or cream." Elijah handed him the sugar and cream containers

Picking up the sugar and cream, Legolas poured in generous amounts of each and stirred it with a spoon as he picked up the cup and took a sip, "This is fantastic, so much better than anything Erowyn tried to put before me."

Elijah laughed heartily, "I am not sure I would want to eat something a shield maiden had cooked either!" Elijah added sugar to his coffee and sipped it.

Legolas chuckled, as he finished everything on his plate and looked up for more, "Can I go back and get more? or is there a limit?" he asked, his eyes sparkling, "I want more of those little finger like things that burst with flavor."

"Those are sausages. You can go back as often as you want, at least until we leave." Elijah had visions of Legolas running back in and doing a sausage heist.

Grinning broadly, Legolas leapt up and runs lightly to the buffet, snagging several of the prized sausages for his plate. He saw the syrup container and sniffed it. Making a sudden decision, he pours a generous amount of syrup on them. As he walks back he plucks off a sausage with his fingers and pops it into his mouth and licks his fingers clean with delight.

"I wouldn't eat too many of those, or you will be giving Orlando a tummy-ache. He is a vegetarian and isn't used to much meat," Elijah watched in dismay as the sausages disappeared.

"What is a vegetarian?" Legolas asked with bright eyes.

"A vegetarian is someone who chooses not to eat meat, or only some types of meat. Like Orli will eat fish." Elijah smiled, "He really likes salmon."

"I have not tasted salmon, but I shall refrain from eating more of these sausages for I would not want to make the body I inhabit sick," Legolas said sadly.

Elijah felt bad for denying him, but was sure that too much meat and grease on an unprepared stomach would do damage, "There is some salmon down on the end of the buffet if you want to try it. They have it here for people who want bagels and lox."

"What is a bagel?" Legolas asked confusedly, then shook his head, "Do not answer that, for I shall find it now that I am curious," he said as he rushed back to the buffet in search of the bagels and this salmon.

"Don't forget the cream cheese!" Elijah called after him grinning in amusement.

Legolas jumped and looked about warily as a shrill ringing came nearby. Realizing the sound came from him, he retrieved a cell phone from his pocket and runs swiftly back to Elijah and earnestly asks, his nostrils flaring, "What is this piece of magic?"

"That is Orli's cell phone." Elijah pulled out his own phone to demonstrate it's use, "you push this button, hold it up like this and say 'Orlando Bloom speaking'."

Legolas carefully repeated Elijah's actions with the shrilling phone and says hesitantly, "Orlando Bloom... hello?" The person on the other end began to yell urgently, and Legolas yanked it from his ear in pain, "It is a Sean Bean... something about Troy."

That's all this day needed, Elijah thought wearily, and then said aloud, "Let me have it, I will take care of it." Taking the phone he said, "Hey Sean, it's 'Lij."

Sean's hoarse voice came loudly over the line, "'Lij? Where the bloody hell is Orlando? He has to be back here tomorrow, the vacation has been cut short."

Elijah winced as Sean's harsh voice grated on his ears. "Calm down, Sean. Orlando is here, he just isn't feeling well and you were giving him a bloody headache," Elijah grinned at Legolas.

"He in one piece though? For I'd hate trying to explain it to Wolfgang that he was hurt or something," Sean sounded totally stressed out.

Elijah said soothingly, "He is fine Sean, but there is no way he can fly back tonight. They will have to shoot around him."

Sean sighed heavily. "We need him for the Menelaeus/Paris battle", he said softly, "are you sure there is no way to get him back tomorrow?"

Legolas looked up with great resolve, "I will go."

"Hold on Sean", Elijah clicked the mute button and looked at Legolas as if he had lost his mind, "You cannot do this, believe me! There are too many things that can go wrong."

Legolas shook his head, "I can and I will, I will not jeopardize Orlando's career by keeping his body, we shall go do this Troy and I will let him have his body back."

Taking the phone off mute, Elijah said resignedly, "Ok Sean, I will do my best to get him there. I am calling the airport now." Sadly he knew that Legolas was right, with so much competition in the market Orlando's career could suffer if he was branded unreliable.

Sean sighed in relief, "I just hope he's rested, these last weeks are going to be hell on that kid." He said his farewells and hung up the phone.

Legolas looked at him, "What is so wrong about me going to this... whatever this Troy thing is."

Elijah scraped his dark hair back with his hands, "Troy is the movie that he is filming, it's really big. This is an epic film and a really good role for Orlando. This is his job, Legolas. It would be disastrous if it got screwed up. Plus it's a battle scene, I hate to think what would happen if you freaked and really started hacking at people." Elijah was so upset that he didn't consider his words carefully.

Legolas scowled at Elijah belligerently, "I am a trained warrior, and the elite archer of the realm of Mirkwood, I know how to restrain myself from hacking at people and I do not freak." His whole stance relayed that he was highly offended.

Elijah once again wished that Charlie was here, "I apologize, Mate. That was a very inconsiderate thing for me to say."

As if by magic, Charlie appeared at the door of the restaurant, wearing a leather mini skirt, an emerald green crop top, fishnets and thigh high boots turned down to make cuffs. She breezed in, kissing Legolas on the cheek and plumped herself down on Elijah's lap. "Did you call me, Sweet Thing?" laughing at his shocked expression.

"You look lovely, mellonamin." Legolas said bowing his head, "Elijah and I were having some.... differences." His face still looked offended as he regarded her steadily.

Charlie kissed Elijah searingly and said, "Have you been being a bad boy? You shouldn't be upsetting the Prince of Mirkwood, dear."

Elijah sputtered, "He wants to go and film Troy, Charlie. I can't even imagine what could happen!"

Legolas nodded at Elijah's description, "That is correct, Charlie. But then he tried to tell me that I would.... what was it, freak out and start hacking at people."

Charlie looked over at Legolas intently trying to read his face, "Are you sure that you wouldn't, Mighty Prince? Have you ever been in a battle where you were not allowed to hurt anyone. All your battles have been very real, this will be play-acting, but will seem real. Are you sure that you could handle this?"

Legolas couldn't take offense as he looked at her benign face, "My father, Thranduil, whilst I was a young elfling had me taught with blunt blades and arrow tips, never sharp until I was ready, and by that time I was 850 years of age."

"But was that when you were in what appeared to be the heat of battle?" she asked interestedly.

Legolas nodded, "My father has taught me well. Yes, it was mock battle, but battle nonetheless."

Shifting her bottom on Elijah's lap, she faced him. "There, see? He can handle it. No problems." She laughed at the warm expression on his face caused by her shifting.

Elijah never quite knew what to think about this mercurial creature who had dropped herself on his lap, but he was willing to wait and find out where it led him. "Charlie, I don't think I can talk to the airlines with you squirming around on my lap," he said with a slight groan.

Legolas chuckled. Then he headed back to the buffet for some more of that lox that he didn't get to sample before, having been interrupted by the ringing cell phone. He picked up some of the delicate orange fish and put them on the plate.

Charlie kissed Elijah again until he was the one who was squirming, "Ok Doll, I will sit over here for awhile." Before she sat down she grabbed a clean cup from a nearby table then poured herself a cup of coffee, drinking it black.

Elijah sighed as her warm bottom left his lap, "I assume we are going with him, right?" At her affirmative nod, he dialed his travel agent and requested 3 first class tickets to Malta as soon as possible. Turning to Charlie, he said, "She is going to call me back as soon as she has a flight for us. Let's take pretty boy, out on the town." Elijah was beginning to feel that adventuring with the Prince of Mirkwood was not just a holiday party.

Charlie glanced over at the buffet where she spied Legolas eating lox at the buffet, giving soulful looks at the sausage tray. Then peering at the pancakes and Legolas picks one up, nibbling on it as he gazes over the buffet trying to decide what to eat next. Charlie looks pained, "Didn't you tell him to eat at the table?"

Elijah grinned, "I tried to, Luv. Do you really think that the 'Mighty Prince of Mirkwood' was going to listen to a dorky little hobbit like me." He stood up and headed over to the buffet and asked Legolas if he was ready to go.

Legolas looked over at Elijah with an expression of hope, a pancake hanging out of his mouth as he backed up. "I want to eat some more, I have not.... in a long time," he said as he pulled the piece of pancake from his mouth and looked at his friend.

Elijah laughed, "Ok, we can stay if you want, but could you please fill a plate and eat at the table. The management is starting to look concerned."

He grinned and pointed to the Maitre de, who was indeed looking like a broom was stuck up his butt.

"I think I do not know what I want.. I do like the lox, and the sausages, and the little disc things."

Elijah grabbed a couple of plates and filled them with a variety of things that he knew Orlando liked. Handed one to Legolas and said "These are things that Orli like to eat, mate. Let's go sit down, please."

He took the plate and followed Elijah back to the table and sat next to Charlie, "I have not had food like this in so long, since I last sat in Minas Tirith and ate at the King.... King Elessar's table," he said sadly, with a pang of longing in his voice.

Charlie kissed him lightly on the cheek, "I am sorry for your loss, dear heart." Elijah put the other plate in front of Legolas too. He sat and poured another round of coffee for everyone and added sugar to his.

"I am sorry, I know that I should be happy to be here in this place with people who care, and yet all I can do is think of the one whom I lost my heart to", he said moodily, as he began poking at his food.

Elijah rubbed his back gently saying quietly, "it is not easy to forget someone that you have shared your life with Legolas. But if you do not attempt to go on with your life and find joy in other things, then you will just fade away." He thought of Dom and totally sympathized with the elf.

Legolas smiled in remembrance, "I cannot fade away, I have a friend now in Orlando, a friend and a good confidant... he cares for me and I for him."

Charlie smiled, "Orlando is a wonderful friend, Legolas. I hope that you will consider us friends as well. We care what happens to you."

"Of course I do... I know that you are friends of Orlando's, and that makes you friends of mine... What has your phone call decided, Elijah?" Legolas changed the subject with alacrity, elves being mercurial creatures.

"My travel agent hasn't called me back yet. If you would like to go see something of the city, she will reach us on my cell."

"I miss the tapestries and paintings of my world... do you have something like that here?" he asked, as he looked at the plates of food before him, "and maybe have this wrapped to go... I do not want to lose these..."

Elijah smiled happily, "I know the perfect place." He picked up the plates of food and went to the Maitre de. They had a brief discussion during which the face of the other man became sour. Elijah spoke calmly to him and the man took the plates away and came back with two bags, which he handed to Elijah. He then presented a bill to him and Elijah scrawled his signature and his room number upon it. He returned to the table and handed the bags to Legolas. "Here you go, mate! Something for your afternoon tea, dinner and supper."

"I think that is more your style, Master Hobbit.... not mine, but I gladly will eat it later..." he said smiling. He headed with them out the door, looking around still in awe at the magnificence of the huge hotel. They walked to the grand staircase leading down and gazed down on the golden hued wood floors of the magnificent lobby. A gorgeous crystal chandelier shaped like an upside down blossom with twelve petals dazzled the eyes.

Letting Legolas move down the staircase, Charlie stopped to whisper in Elijah's ear, "He is afraid of your driving Luv, I guess he could feel some of it before he emerged. Can I drive or should we take a cab?"

Legolas ran gracefully down the stairs to peer upwards at the chandelier and blinked at the reflecting light. Then his glance came upon a large fountain that had horses spouting water. He moved swiftly for it and stared at it, wondering how it worked and peered into the water. He then sank his hand in to the elbow, searching to see how it worked.

Elijah had no hesitation, "Of course you can drive my car Charlie. I trust you with both of my engines." He smirked, "But we better rescue our hero from a ducking."

The elf had placed his sacks of food down, ready to stick his entire head into the fountain to see how it worked. He stuck his other hand into the fountain, leaning far over with a grin on his lips.

Charlie rushed up to him and pulled him out of the fountain before he got totally wet, "Legolas you will need to save that for another time."

Legolas blinked as he was pulled from the fascinating fountain, "I was simply looking to see how it functioned."

This was all Charlie needed to launch into a discussion of motors and hydraulic pumps, as she led him by the hand to the garage. "Where's your car Luv?" she said, turning to Elijah who was following behind smiling at Legolas' confused features.

"Over there in the VIP's parking", he replied

Legolas followed along listening to her go on about motors and pumps and was completely confused, "I remember racing like the wind in that car... though I was not sure how we went that fast."

"You might not want to ask Charlie to explain it, Legolas." Elijah smiled fondly, as he used the electronic key pad to open the door locks. He tossed  the keys to Charlie. "I will sit in the back, since I have the shortest legs," he smiled self-deprecatingly.

"No... I will sit in the back in the middle, so that I can rest my head against the back and feel the wind in my hair," Legolas said as he scrambled into the back seat and laid his head back against the black leather seat.

Charlie turned the key and the engine roared to life, "Well if you want wind in your hair Legolas, I guess I better lower the top." She pushed the automatic control button for the roof and the black top slid back smoothly.

He looked up with a huge smile as the top went down as he settled against the leather interior and sighed deeply, "It has been too long since I have had a day in the sun."

Charlie slid the car into gear and backed out carefully. "So where is this perfect place, 'Lij?" she inquired.

"It's Galerie Karsten Greve, Charlie. Do you know where they are? They have a modern art exhibit right now and some Period pieces on loan from the Louvre." Charlie nodded her head.

"What is a modern art exhibit?" Legolas asked from the backseat and then spying the amazing amount of buttons and levers on the dashboard, leaned forward, sticking his head between the two. His long slender, finger reached out and poked the button for the stereo as the raucous tones of the 'Smashing Pumpkins' filled the car, "How did they get them in there!"

Charlie shifted the car into drive and laughed, "They are not in there Legolas, that is a recording. A permanent record of their music. A modern art exhibit is a gathering of the work of artists who don't feel that they have to work within the framework of realism." She turned out of the garage and headed west.

"Oh..." Legolas said as he messed with more buttons, making the hazard lights go on, then the wipers, then the station changed, once then again then again, as he was like a little kid, "There is so much here.... How does it all work?"

Elijah laughed until his sides ached, "It is a lucky thing I don't have an ejector seat."

Charley stopped Legolas with her hand as he reached for the stick shift, "No, I don't think so, Master Elf. You can leave this and the steering wheel alone!"

"What is an ejector seat?" he queried as he looked out the windshield and at the passing scenery. He sighed as he wanted to at least touch the stick that Charlie was handling, "I am sorry... I will sit back and do nothing then."

Elijah felt sorry for the elf, "Charley if we went out of the city, don't you think we could teach him?" He knew how he had longed to drive before he was old enough and truly sympathized with him.

"No, Charlie is right, I will be patient, because I do want to see this art that you speak of," he said as he watched the incredible scenery of Milan center pass them by.

Charlie found a spot to park just past the gallery and back in expertly. She turned back in her seat to smile at Legolas, "Did I do ok or did I drive like the maiera run?"

"You did fine, my Lady.... Charlie," he said softly, giving her a smile. He climbed out of the car, simply by placing his hands on the side and hopping over. "We cannot linger here."

Tossing the keys to Elijah, she leapt out as well. Elijah climbed out and led the way to the gallery. It was an impressive gallery, with large plate glass windows and golden wood doors. There was a large glass chandelier hanging from the lofty ceiling and the pale hardwood floor gleamed in it's light. Legolas barely noticed his surroundings, immediately drawn to a large canvas that hung halfway down the main gallery. The colors were almost playful in vibrant shades of blue, red, orange, yellow, purple and green, and Legolas walked right up to it and stood there, entranced by it, as though something had pulled him there.

Charlie walked up to him and put her arm around him. "What do you think of it, Legolas? It is called Selva and it is by Viggo Mortensen." She felt confident this was ok to tell him. Her session with her focus stone had grounded her and made her impressions more secure.

He wrapped his arm around Charlie's shoulders and gave her an affectionate squeeze, "I like it, the colors are playful and vibrant... the purple is so perfect here." he said, pointing and swirling his finger a bit.

Elijah stepped up, "He is an impressive artist, Legolas. He paints, writes poetry and music, and does photography as well."

"He is good at it," he said, though he felt something, a tinge of sadness maybe. "But there is something about this person.... this Viggo... that hurts me."

Charlie hugged him closer, "You are probably pulling on some of Orlando's memories. They were close once and now have drifted apart." Her eyes were filled with compassion as she gazed upon the elf.

"But why.... I do not understand..." he whispered, still drawn to the painting. He stared at it, his eyes sad, curious and angry all at the same time.

"That is something I can't tell you now Legolas. It will come clear to you when the time is right," she kissed his cheek and led him away from the painting. "Would you like to see more modern art, or would you like to see the historical pieces on loan here?" she asked gently.

He shook his head, "This one... it makes me sad... yet calls to me... as though it should be a part of me."

Elijah gave him a hug and said, "It's a beautiful, haunting piece of art, Legolas. You can't go beyond that right now. Charlie knows what she is talking about, she can see things that we can't."

Legolas turned towards Charlie and took her hands in his own, "You are like the Lord Elrond? You can see the future?"

"I am not that powerful, Legolas, but I can get strong impressions of what is the correct course to take to keep the fates aligned."

"And the fates... what do they say for me?" he asked, looking into her luminous eyes.

She smiled and held his shoulders, massaging gently, "They say that if we step very carefully, then you and Orlando will both find peace."

Legolas nodded, "I understand, Charlie. I will do my best to see that Orlando and I will find peace together."

Elijah breathed a quiet sigh of relief and then jumped as his cell phone rang, "Hello, this is Elijah Wood speaking." He moved away from them and spoke quietly into the cell phone. Closing it, he returned. "We have a flight at Midnight, that will get us there at 2am. We'll have some time to rest before his 6am call."

Legolas nodded, "Then let us go and finish things before we must go, how will we be getting there...?"

"We will be going by airplane, Legolas. It's like flying on the Gwaihir, but not as windy and a lot more comfortable," Elijah giggled at the thought.

"To fly upon the back of the Lord of the Eagles is an honor that was usually reserved for Gandalf alone," he said softly, and walked through the gallery, only to stop dead in his tracks.

"What is it, Legolas?" Charlie walked up to him in concern.

He was staring at a painting of himself, or what looked like him, again by the same artist. "This... this painting," he said, it was of Legolas standing  with a beautiful backdrop of trees at his back, the bow in his hand, and he seemed to be reaching for an arrow from his quiver. "It.... it is me."

Elijah said carefully, "Actually, that is Orlando when he was portraying you. Viggo painted that while we were doing the 2nd movie."

Legolas took another step forwards and looked at the painting closer, "By Elbereth! He does look like me, he is so beautiful... Now I no longer wonder that my spirit was drawn to his and his to mine."

~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~

The rest of the afternoon passed quickly, Elijah called the concierge at the Marriott and requested that their luggage be packed and sent ahead to the airport. They spent the afternoon wandering the shops and gardens of Milan. Legolas was like a child, excited at all the new sights and sounds. The huge population itself amazed him for the White City had been the largest of his age and Milan quite eclipsed it. They stopped at a sidewalk cafe and had fruit gelato, which made his tongue tingle.

As the afternoon grew long, Charlie drove them to her home, a small villa that had a large garage attached for her business. Her home was tastefully decorated in creams, golds and greens. She despised knick knacks, so her home was delightfully comfortable for both sexes. After she packed, she made pasta with shrimp and vegetables, which she served with bread and wine. They sat on the patio and watched the sun set as they ate.

"What do you think, Legolas? You want to go to the Majestic Beast and watch some dancing until it's time to catch our flight?" Elijah smiled at the elf who was laying on a deck recliner, propped up on his elbows catching the last rays of the sun upon his fair face.

"I believe that I would like that, Elijah. If it is all right with you, Charlie I would like to wash my face before we go," Legolas said as he pulled his lithe form up into a sitting position. Elijah called a cab while Charlie showed Legolas where the bathroom was and then returned to Elijah.

Charlie came up behind Elijah, who was standing leaning on the balustrade of her patio and put her arms around him, nuzzling his ear, "Mmm that feels nice," Elijah said. "Can I leave my car here, Charlie? I would trust it here more than a parking garage."

The trust that Elijah showed in Charlie by wanting to leave his precious Ferrari in her care, floored her and warmed her heart, "Of course you can, Luv." Elijah twisted in her arms and kissed her deeply.

"I hope that I am not interrupting anything," came the amused voice of Legolas from the doorway.

For once Elijah didn't blush or pull away, he just said, "Well as a matter of fact you are, mate," and kissed Charlie again until she was breathless.