Would it be ok if I just shut my eyes and pretend everything was alright?

That I didn't curl up in bed and cried all night,

Would it be ok if I just hold on tight and never let you out of my sight?

I didn't know it was a dream or not, but after a year when the incident happened. When Deyanira died and Legolas disappeared from my life forever, again. Something happened. I may be hallucinating it but it felt so real.

I was lying on my bed the night I came home late from my work at Walmart since I lost my Ballet career and there was no use in going back to Ballet school. I came home to my mother snoring in the guest room and I ignored the Roasted chicken with macaroni salad sitting on the table with a paper that said 'Eat -mom' I wasn't in the mood to eat. Not after cleaning up an area where I accidentally spilt milk and had to pay for all the milk, just because I spaced out once more. I laid on my bed staring at the ceiling wishing I could be in Legolas' arms.

As I turned to my right, there. I saw Legolas lying beside my staring at me with his glassy blue eyes. "Leg--" but he cut me off by putting a finger against my lips, and this little gesture made me burn from the inside. I was burning with desire, with grief, and with love. I missed him. A tear roll down my face as I realized I might be only dreaming. Cindy was right, I was going crazy. But if this was a dream I never want to wake up. I closed the gap between me and Legolas, kissing his lips savouring each taste.

He kissed back and I was ignited by a burning flame. It felt real and it felt right. He started crawling on top of me kissing me from my jawline to my collarbone, I was on fire. He started undoing the buttons to my clothes and I did not stop him because every cell in me was yelling for him. As he yanked my shirt off and caressed every part of my skin, leaving nothing untouched. It was like he was trying to memorize my body once more. His touch was like inferno against my granite skin. I needed more, and as if he just read my mind he slipped his hands down my shorts giving my buns a squeeze making me gasp out "Legolas." he returned back to my lips as he pushed his body close to mine, leaving no space between us. I felt his bulging member poking my leg.

I gathered the courage and grabbed his member with my hands, in a blink of an eye we both shed our clothes leaving them in a pile on the floor. His long blonde hair tickled my perky breasts as he kissed me once more before he pushed in making me gasp out in pleasure. At first he was gentle but after getting accustomedd to him once more he started going faster until we both climaxed. I closed my eyes as the climax came, I felt like a candle being lit for the first time. But as I opened my eyes he was gone, like he was never there. The only proof was that I was stark naked and my clothes were lying on the floor alone. His was nowhere to be seen. Maybe I was going crazy.

All my mind could ever think of was that night. I thought that I would be happy the next day but I ended up crying myself back to sleep missing another day at work. But after that day I decided to go on "leave", my mother suggested I see a shrink which I did. He said I was suffering from suicidal depression that I need to be watched over at all times. It was my tenth time seeing this shrink and it has been a month since the mysterious night with Legolas. I entered the room and instantly sat where I always do which was near the window, with the beautiful view of New York.

"Good afternoon, How are you doing today Valerie?" and just like a Popsicle stick I snapped, "Don't you dare call me Valerie!! Call me Val!! Only one person calls me Valerie!!" I growled like an angry animal at the shrink dude, I don't know if I have imagined it but he flinched in his seat. "Who is this person Val?" he asked nicely, I looked back at the view of the city. "Someone special... with pointy ears and blonde hair." I said with a small smile. But no one gets it. I lost the one person who I could ever love and ever think of marrying, and he is the only one who make everything better.

Days have passed and I have grown so depressed to the point of being sick. My mother suggested we go to the hospital to buy me medicine and possibly a check up to make sure I wasn't anemic or possibly dying from a heart failure. At least I know my mother still cares, from time to time Cindy would drop in and check up on me. My father would just call but I made no move in communicating with him. Mom would just yell at him on the phone.

"Good morning Ms.Greene."

"Nice to see you again Dr." I replied kindly since he has been nothing but a kind man.

"I have your results."

My mother then barged in through the door saying in a huff, "I'm sorry I'm late, was making sure I parked the car right." my Dr. looked from the clipboard then between my mom and me. "What's with the eye contact Dr.? Is something wrong with my daughter?" my mom asked now worried. The Dr. took off his glasses and said "I have your results but I'm not sure, these are the results you are looking for." "Please don't tell me my daughter has a heart disease! I can't take that!" my mother cried out.

"Please Mrs.Gree--"

"Ms.Dalton." my mother corrected the Dr. ever since the divorce she went back to her maiden name.

The Dr. sighed and said "Ms.Dalton, please calm down. You're daughter is completely fine but..." he trailed off.

"Ms.Greene." he said as he faced me, "You're pregnant."

And just like that I've split into two.

"WHAT!?" my mom shrieked, "How could she be pregnant!? I totally watched over her and no guy has ever gone near her!!" my mom started yelling at the Dr. to try and test it again if I was really pregnant. And it ended up being another positive. I put my hands over my belly and smiled, a real smile this time.

"A little Legolas inside of me." I whispered as I kissed my hand and placed it upon my belly.