This piece of creative nonfiction is based on a journal entry I wrote in the early 1990s I sit alone in the coffee shop. It
It is the flood of emotion that always makes me flee. The triggers are unpredictable but the reaction is not. It is like someone is
Days passed quickly for Legolas in Lothlorien. He awakened each morning in Storm’s arms and kissed her gently until she roused and returned his kisses.
Time became fluid for Storm as she stood in Legolas’ embrace, taking in the sweetness of his mouth. As their kisses became deeper, more insistent,
Legolas appreciated the honor being bestowed on him by the people of Galadrium, but if he was honest with himself, he would rather spend a
True to her word, Storm led Legolas through the main gates of the City of Galadrium before the setting of the sun. Legolas was dazzled