Yes, I realize that this could go in several categories. I considered Non-Human, Anal, SciFi/Fantasy, Exhibitionism/Voyeur, and First Time but chose Romance because ultimately both parts of this story are about the hero's relationship with his soul mates. Please enjoy.
As a cultural note: To shorten the name of a female elf is indicative of great intimacy. To shorten the name of a male elf is indicative of either the speaker being in a position of greater power or is meant as an insult, usually both.
Lauflorian (The hero) is pronounced "Lah-flo-wren"
Jeselaflia (A heroine) is pronounced "Jeh-cell-ah-Flee-yuh"
Lemminkainen (The antagonist) is pronounced "Lee-min-Kay-nin"
Finding Jessie
Story written by R.C.PeterGabriel. All rights reserved.
There I was, bored enough with life that I was actually considering allowing myself to sleep. Now, I realize that you might not think sleeping is a big deal, but for me it is. You see I'm not from this world. As a matter of fact, I'm not human either. Oh, I have little trouble passing myself off as one of you. At least as long as I keep my ears covered, and I'm careful not to allow my eyes to shift while walking from an area with one level of illumination to another. You see I was born of Arda, or Silvan as it's known to you.
You humans would call me an elf, we call ourselves Eldar. However, the truth is that I'm not really eldar anymore either. Countless millennia of adventure have honed my skills, my knowledge, and even altered my DNA. What I'm about to tell you is a closely guarded secret. If I hadn't accepted you as my next apprentice you would never hear of this. You see because of these events, I became as superior to you humans, as you are to those little white mice you all seem so fond of experimenting on.
Now don't get me wrong, I like humans well enough. I'm not like my parents. I'm quite sure you would consider them xenophobic. Admittedly they were very aloof, to say the least. Separatists, that jealously guarded knowledge gained over a dozen of your lifetimes, while having chosen to live in fear of the chaos that surrounds your impatient and short-lived species. The thought that you would discover portal magic is still one of Silvan's greatest concerns. Personally, I believe it would serve to relieve my boredom. Most eldar could use a little excitement.
Alas, most human worlds are no closer to re-discovering real magic of any kind, than I am to dying from old age. You see, unlike the rest of my race, I am very nearly immortal. I don't age. Now I know that you might think that having eternal youth would be fantastic. I can assure you, for someone such as yourself, it wouldn't be all it's imagined to be. I have watched loved ones grow old, die and be reborn countless times. Well, at least my elven loved ones anyway. You humans die once, then move past the veil. Before you ask, yes, I could describe what lies beyond, but why ruin the mystery? So, this whole immortality thing is... well, let's just say it has good points and bad. Okay, I will admit that for me, it has gotten better.
Anyway, as I was saying, sleep is a big deal to elves. We don't just rest or dream while we sleep, because our consciousness literally travels to another realm. It's almost like living two separate lives, but not quite. While asleep, an elf is always aware that we are in the 'dream world' because we can communicate with others who are also asleep and even those who are between lives. The young grow in wisdom rapidly this way. The problem is that physics and magic are unreliable there. Even I, with all of my considerable powers, could, in theory, die there.
Let's just say that perhaps someone had made an enemy and that the enemy or enemies were still between lives, the outcome of an altercation would not be as predictable as it is in the physical realms. Let's also assume that I've made more than a few enemies who would most definitely like to see me pass from my current incarnation. That being said, even the thought of allowing myself to sleep is a very big deal. Even if the reason for traveling to the 'dream realm' might yield the knowledge I most desperately wanted.
What I wanted to know was the location of my other half. The being that makes my existence worth existing. My Hîr Fêa. You would call her my 'soul mate'. However, that expression, vastly overused by you humans, falls far short of the mark as a description of what Jeselaflia means to me. Her spirit is quite literally the other half of my spirit!
When the gods chose to bring life to Arda and forged the elves, they did so making each of us as two beings. One male and one female, two beings with one spirit. Without Jeselaflia I wouldn't just simply die, but I could never again be reborn because there wouldn't be a whole spirit to reincarnate! Death would mean that I would literally no longer exist. This doesn't however preclude an elf from being born into a time while our other half remains between incarnations, as long as both halves exist somewhere. That being said there are no human words to describe the purity and completeness of the love an elf has for his Hîr Fêa or 'soul mate'. The closest divine word is 'Agapé' but, even Agapé only describes one's love for others.
As for my other half, it had been nearly nine hundred years since Jeselaflia left me the last time. Nine hundred years since I felt the joy of seeing her. Nine hundred years without speaking to her, touching her... making love to her. I needed to know why she hadn't been reborn. I missed her beyond words. My spirit ached to be near her again.
However, just so you know, missing my 'soul mate' didn't mean that I went without sex, nor the occasional long-term relationship. Finding a willing young maiden to briefly distract me from my grief, was simple. Seducing women, especially human women, is so easy I never resort to magic. I especially enjoy seducing women away from their husbands. The more obvious it is that the couple is in love, the greater the thrill when she gives in to her desires. I suppose this particular hobby, is what brought my thoughts of sleep to an end. As it turns out, it was also the reason it had been almost nine hundred years since I had last set eyes on my beloved Jeselaflia...
I was standing in my office looking out its glass wall. Somewhere fifteen feet below me on the packed dance floor was the lucky woman that would soon feel the benefit of my ministrations. Or so I thought. As I absentmindedly surveyed the crowd of undulating bodies, in their various Halloween regalia, I sensed not one but two portals opening into this world. One in the alley a half block up and across the street from my club. The other surprisingly enough was in my outer office.
I wasn't particularly concerned as I knew who had opened both portals. If you know what to 'feel' for, you can pick up a caster's individual magical essence. In this case, I was more than familiar with this particular essence. Although opening two portals simultaneously was a bright, neon sign emblazoned with all capitals, "Look at me, I've learned something since I left my apprenticeship to you!" The fact that my former apprentice had ported into my outer office was a desperate attempt to camouflage the second portal. Subterfuge had never been one of Lemminkainen's strongest attributes.