When Two Worlds Collided

The Friendship

They fell asleep like that, just holding hands, sprawled on the edge of a side street paved with white marble cobblestones. Legolas twitched in his sleep, clearly in the middle of a good dream. Cendra smiled, watching him now. There was no sign of any of the tension and stress from being the prince and the responsibility that entailed, and he looked like a little boy again. She could see the young elf whom she had taught to let go of his precious rules and ended up skipping through the forest with her, both of them covered with bits of Orcs and laughing too hard to care.

Then he woke up, groggily.

"Cendra? Where are we? What's happening?" Legolas's features hardened again. She narrowed her eyes again. She couldn't make it easy for him, could she? But honestly, if she thought about, it was really nice to touch him, feel the blood pumping through his slender fingers, and just watch his steady breathing. So peaceful. It was really nice. Ha. He could toughen up a bit.

"You essentially kidnapped me, refusing to tell me where we were going, then I was forced to sleep with you," She smiled suggestively. "And you didn't even hug me once,"

Legolas could've laughed. She was so...funny! Wait a minute. He was taking her somewhere? That sounded like he had a purpose. Although this alley was pretty in the dawn light, it wasn't exactly romantic. And why would he have acted on his feelings now, when he hasn't spoken to her for so many years? Dawn light. Not exactly romantic. Dawn light. He had to get out of here.

"Come on," Legolas said brusquely, pulling Cendra to her feet. "We have to get out of here,"

"What? Why? Where are we going?" Cendra pushed off his hand on her arm. Then she reconsidered and went to move it back, but he was already halfway to the end of the street.

"Come on!" he said impatiently. "Why must you be so slow?" Legolas groaned on the outside. He had remembered where they were going. Spock. Who somehow knew Cendra. Who may or may not be his girlfriend. Or something like that.

"But where? Why? What's happening?" She ran after him, dragging him into a small run down building.

"Do you have to ask so many questions?" Legolas acted annoyed, but truth be told, he wanted to know the same things. Where was she taking him? What was this old dilapidated building? Why here? What would she do to him? He checked himself. As always, his bow was slung over his shoulder, a full quiver. A couple knives hung loosely from his belt. And Cendra wouldn't put him in danger. Right?

"Welcome to my home," she said proudly.

Legolas's elf eyes adjusted to the gloom. Cendra lit a lamp with seemingly nothing, then he realized it was full of fireflies.

Then he took in the full glory of this seemingly broken down shack. It was full of light, firefly lamps on every wall. Woven rugs of exotic bright colors coveted the ground. The table and chairs were made of a striped wood with every shade of brown in them. The walls were earthen, not made of stone like the other important chambers. Lapis lazuli pillars held up the ceiling at one end, and Legolas saw that it was open to the outdoors. Cendra passed between two columns, motioning for him to follow, and sat down on a cushion on a patio in back, hidden from the rest of the world.

"What is this place?" Legolas asked, full of wonder. You learn something new every day, he thought.

"My home, I told you," she said. "Now where were we going?"

"To the palace, to meet a..." Legolas didn't know how to describe him.

Cendra didn't answer. At first he thought she was mad at him for something, but then he saw the small object she was turning over in her hands. He only caught glimpses of it, but he saw the shiny silver color dulled down a bit, and the thrusters coming out from the sides, and tiny colorful lights painted on. It seemed familiar. No wonder. He had been the one to guide it down to Middle Earth. He had been the first one to see it, and speak to its occupant. The Enterprise.