Hi... I know, I'm writing another story and I haven't updated some of my other yet! Shame on me! But... I really wanted to post this, because I actually like the way that it came out. This is another whirlwind romance. Um... I wrote this a long-ass time ago, and finally edited it until I liked it so... Tell me what you think. Kthanksbai.

Luna Lovegood was raised on Earth, with the Lovegoods carrying a secret. She had learned that she was not her parent's child. She was an elf, born on Middle-Earth. She had known this her whole life. Her birth parents had taken her from their home and given her to a couple unable to conceive, making them promise to keep her safe and to teach her of the world that she would someday rejoin.

A prophecy told that she would be given back to her birth home during her seventeenth year. As she danced in the gardens of Shell Cottage, she felt a familiar pull in her navel.

Suddenly, she was flying, through water, trees, fire and air until she landed in a bed of roses.

A tall dark haired elf maiden rushed towards her. "Are you alright? I watched you fall from the sky!" she exclaimed in Sindarin.

Luna looked dazed, "Yes… I am fine," she replied in the elf tongue.

"Where are you from? Do you hail from Mirkwood?" the girl asked, helping Luna up.

"No," she disagreed, "I'm from England… I was born here… and raised in England. What is your name?"

"Arwen," the girl stated, "You… You are the one from the prophecy! Come, we must get to my father!"

Luna followed Arwen inside and towards her father's study.

"Father, this girl has fallen from the sky. She is the one!"

Elrond raised a brow.

"What is your name, child?"

"My name is Luna Lovegood," Luna replied, and smiled before hugging him tightly.

Elrond twitched and stiffened.

"Don't worry," Luna said dreamily, "I hug everyone…"

News of Luna's arrival spread across the elf kingdoms quickly. The prophecy was a secret known only by the leaders of these kingdoms. Soon, betrothal contracts were coming into Rivendell in waves, asking for the hand of the Lady Luna Lovegood.

Elrond had adopted Luna into the family early on and the elves of Rivendell adored the young elf.

Another whisper ran around Middle-Earth of her beauty and personality. She was seen as charming, elegant and wise. The fact that she was a witch spread shockingly fast as well. This made even more people curious about the young lady.

Arwen and Luna sat on a stone bench in the garden, holding a rather interesting conversation. Arwen was crying about her human love, Aragorn.

"I love him very much. He's always so far away though! I believe father has scared him away!" Arwen started to tear up and cry and Luna hugged her gently.

"Sister, he loves you as well. I do think that because of this, he will come back for you… Please do not cry!"

Arwen nodded and hugged her new sister tightly.

The two were the best of friends.

"No, father. I will not do this. I do not even know her," a handsome elf said in annoyance.

"She is supposed to be one of the fairest elf-maiden in Rivendell, perhaps even Middle-Earth, son. I have not even showed you her portrait yet. How can you say 'no' to her?" his father asked.

"Because, I do not know her. I doubt she would catch my eye. She probably would not want to marry me, anyway," he argued stubbornly.

His father raised his brow. "Legolas, look at her, and then we shall see."

His father pulled the cloth that was covering the painting and Legolas gasped loudly, earning the attention from his father, who looked at him in mild amusement. He knew that look. It was the look an elf gave when he found his soul mate.

She was curled into a large velvet chair. A large wreath of flowers that looked to be hand woven sat on her head. By her knees was a thick book bound of leather. In her arms sat a baby hare, which she was holding in her lap. The elf maiden had unusually colored wavy white blonde hair that fell past her waist and her fair skin was pale as a winter snowfall. She wore a flowing pale blue dress that accentuated her supple chest and agreed pleasantly with her bright silver eyes and ruby red lips and rosy blush. Her eyes stared with amazement and love. She was a goddess.

He turned to his father, suddenly, "I accept."

Luna had sat down with her 'father' a few nights later, when a letter had come for them.

"Dearest Luna," Elrond began, "You know of the vast amount of betrothal invitations that were sent, do you not?"

Luna nodded. Everyone in Rivendell knew…

"Well, I have agreed to one."

Luna wasn't surprised. She knew it would happen soon. An alliance needed to form for a war that everyone seemed to know would be coming.

"Prince Legolas Greenleaf of the Woodland Realm of Northern Mirkwood is to be your husband in six weeks time. He will be arriving a week before the wedding so that you may learn about each other." Elrond smiled at the young girl, who looked back dreamily.

"Alright, daddy…"

As Luna walked down the hallway later that day, Elladan and Elrohir lifted her up in teasing and attacked her.

"Luna is getting married!" Elladan said and made kissing noises. They sandwiched her in a hug before Elrohir spoke.

"I've heard some of the ladies say fantastic things about Legolas."

Luna furrowed her brows in laughter, "You've already met him, make your own opinions!"

Elladon and Elrohir scoffed.

"But I'm not a maiden, and thus am not attracted to him."

Luna laughed and left the twins to themselves.

Legolas was itching to leave Mirkwood to retrieve his bride. It was a three-week journey from his home to hers. He was ready to leave as soon as he could, but then he would arrive a week early.

Five weeks until he would marry the lovely Lovegood.

As soon as his father wasn't looking, Legolas snatched the ten-foot portrait and had it put up on the wall of his bedroom. He found himself staring at it longingly, hopefully.

He would chant her name; amazed by the way it rolled off of this tongue.

Legolas surprised no one when he left the second he could, racing from his home with several companions. He scarcely allowed them to stop, because he wanted to arrive at his destination.

Legolas began to get very anxious as they came closer to Imaldris.

Does she want me as I already want her? When will I see her? Will she be even lovelier when we meet?

Legolas asked himself questions over and over.

Finally, after he had driven his party to insanity with his obsessing, they arrived at the refuge, not a moment too late or too soon.

Elrond greeted them, and to Legolas' disappointment, he did not see his betrothed. Elrond noticed this.

"Do not worry, Legolas. She is waiting for you in the gardens…" Elrond smiled slightly, "She's there every day."

With this information, Legolas tried (and failed) to calmly make his way towards the gardens when he heard the sweetest sound he had ever heard.

Laughter.

Her laughter.

It was free and watery, like a great body of water.

He hid behind a tree, and watched as Luna came into view, feeding a small lamb. She was barefoot, he noted, and was wearing a white chiffon dress. He watched, mesmerized as she shifted in her sitting position to allow him a view of the outline of legs.

He nearly fainted right then.

Suddenly, he felt like a peeper, and revealed himself. He walked towards her silently, listening as she whispered into the lamb's ear.

"You're the loveliest creature I've ever seen," she rubbed his head, "I like your coat. It's a very bright white, the whitest. Do you like my coat?" she asked, lifting a long curl of bright hair.

The lamb made a sound of agreement and bit a piece of lettuce from Luna's hand. She petted him smoothly and kissed his head. The lamb made a sound of contentment and then looked up at Legolas. Luna turned around to face him as he brought himself to her height.

"You," he said shakily, "You are the loveliest creature I have ever seen."

Legolas took this chance to really look at her. She had wide eyes, that were round and stared.

Luna suddenly stood up, causing Legolas to stand up as well. She curtsied, and then stood straight. Legolas was surprised by her height. Elves were naturally tall, beautiful creatures… Luna was of course very beautiful, but she was small. He was more than two feet taller than his petite bride.

"I know, I am rather short…" she whispered, taking him from his silent thoughts.

He looked up startled.

"Are you not pleased?" she asked, and then turned red.

Legolas quickly replied, "No. I was only taken by surprise." He knelt to one knee and found himself at her height, "Nothing will stop this wedding from taking place." He took her into his arms, hugging her close to him. He looked up and noticed that they were being watched by a chaperone… Oh, Elrond…

Two days before the wedding, Aragorn appeared, much to the happiness of Arwen. Aragorn and Legolas were good friends, Luna knew.

"Legolas," Aragorn started as the two began to talk, "This was a shock for me. I came to see Arwen, and I find the whole of Rivendell is celebrating a wedding. I was so confused. I had thought it was Arwen! Then I come here only to find that the young Luna was to be married to you! Imagine my surprise…"

Legolas smiled and nodded. "She is a wonderful soul."

Aragorn laughed and said, "I know that look. It's a man in love."

Legolas turned to his friend and replied seriously, "You will not hear me deny it."

"In all seriousness, Legolas, she is very young."

Legolas nodded, "Many people have said this, but have not told me her age. Do you know it?"

Aragorn frowned, "Legolas…"

"Do you know it?" he asked again.

"She is but seventeen."

Aragorn watched Legolas' silence and left him to his thoughts. Of course, Legolas knew that Luna had not grown up in Middle-Earth. That explained why she looked and acted older than her true age.

Legolas was taken from his thoughts when someone sat down beside him.

It was Luna.

"Age is but a number," she said thoughtfully, "It does not shape us or change us nor does it outline our personality or decisions."

She was right, Legolas knew. She was very wise for her age. She stood; ready to walk away before Legolas grabbed her hand.

"Please, do not leave. I was wrong to despair," he pleaded.

Luna smiled. "I must go."

Legolas frowned, "Why?"

"I have my final fitting for my dress. If you don't let me go, I'll be in naught but my underclothes."

Legolas smirked lasciviously, "Would that be bad?"

Luna sat back down, "Are you doing that?" she asked seriously, "Am I supposed to do that?"

Legolas let out a laugh and sent her on her way.

The night before her wedding, Luna and Arwen slept together in Luna's bed together looking at the ceiling.

"I am nervous," Luna confessed, "What if he stops liking me?"

Arwen laughed, "I do not think that will happen, Luna."

"Why not?"

"He loves you very much. The way that he looks at you… He is enchanted by your mere name. I have heard people speak your name in front of him and I watched, as his eyes lit up like the moon. He loves you more than anything." Arwen turned and side hugged her sister. "I love you too. Father loves you. Our brothers love you." She kissed her cheek.

Luna laughed and smiled, "I should not worry."

"Do you love him?" Arwen asked suddenly.

"Yes, I think I do," Luna replied without a thought, "I think this is how it feels."

"How does it feel?" Arwen asked. She knew how love felt. She was in love with Aragorn.

Luna smiled, "Like a rainbow. Like flowers blooming or a woman dancing. Like a butterfly learning how to fly. I don't even really know him, and yet, when he is near my heart races, and I start to blush. When he's not near me, I am waiting to get back to him, to spend eternity beside him." Luna blushed and sunk further into her pillows, "I do not want to say the rest."

Arwen squeezed her tighter in her hug, "Tell me!"

"Alright! I… Well, sometimes, he looks at me as though I carry his whole world. Then, I feel like I should carry his whole world. I want to give him many sons and daughters." Luna blushed a deeper red and covered her face with her hands.

"Do not be ashamed," Arwen said, "That is how you should feel. Mates feel devotion to each other. That is how I know that you two are perfect for one another."

The two fell into a peaceful rest that night, without worry of the coming day's events.

Luna sat in her room at her vanity, watching as her sister and friends fawned over her hair and dress. Arwen was pulling out the small strips of cloth that they had put in her hair the previous night to make curls. Her friends, Nila and Loren had packed her bag with things that she would need when she left with Legolas. They were busy putting some sort of rose oil on her wrists and neck.

Arwen finished pulling the strips out and let the long white curls fall down to her waist before she started parting her hair to the side and putting small beaded clips into her hair.

"You have beautiful hair, Luna. It's a very unique color that I have never seen," said Nila as she sat down beside her.

Loren called in two servants who started to dress the bride.

Luna was about to leave her room with her friends, when Arwen stopped her. She pinched both of her cheeks and then slapped them.

"Ouch!" Luna exclaimed.

"To give your cheeks some color!" Arwen explained as they rushed outside and towards the place where she would be getting married. It was deep in the forest, near a waterfall and under a huge tree with a small clearing with enough space to hold the small wedding.

Arwen, Nila and Loren took their seats on the stone benches and Luna walked towards Legolas with precision.

Legolas watched as Luna walked towards him with a smile on her face. He was captured by her beauty. She wore a stunning wedding dress of chiffon with a tied bodice in front and back and long sleeves of organza. The skirt was full with white flowers sewn into it along with small jewels. The train was not very long and as Luna stepped towards him, he noticed that she was barefoot. He couldn't help but grin wider.

He was getting anxious. He hadn't been able to touch her as much as he would have liked. Thus far had had only been able to touch her hair or face. He hadn't been able to kiss her, which was driving him to insanity. Elrond has assigned them a chaperone that would give Legolas a very stern look if he tried to get within a foot of the slip of a girl.

As she reached him, she took his arm and they began the ceremony.

The two drank from a goblet of wine and exchanged vows.

At the end of an exciting few minutes, Legolas turned to Luna and planted a loving kiss on her lips, the first one they had shared.

The group clapped and congratulated them as they began the journey back towards the Main Hall, where the wedding party would be.

Legolas couldn't wait for the party to be over and so the rest of the night passed in a blur.

Yeah. Um. Review. Please. Cause... I sorta like them. But yeah. I figured there needed to be some more Legolas x-over fics out there. He's so fucking hot... Anyways... I have to go study, so we can chat on the flip side.