Summary: long before Boromir became the hardened idiot we all know and love, he was in love. With a beautiful Elf he met one day. You figure out the rest. Boromir's POV. *contains slash!* you have been warned!!!!
A/N: I know some of this is really confusing; I left out some details and facts. Some of it seems rushed, I know. But I'm doing the best I can and if anyone can help me out (nekkid_legolas@gotmail.com or a review) then thanks. R/R please, but no flames!
Disclaimer: I don't own anything. Really! I don't. 'Cuz if I did, you wouldn't have been sitting at the back of the theater yelling "Kiss! Kiss!" ^_~
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I am just the young son of a Steward of a wonderful city, but I am not the nicest person. I often have to pretend to like someone, whether I know them or not.
This is the farthest I've ever been from Gondor; Rivendell. It is my first night here and I am already intrigued. I want to see more, I want to know more.
My father - the Steward of Gondor - and I have been invited to this particular Elf Haven, for some reason I do not know, but it doesn't bother me as I examine all the decorations in this bedroom.
But tonight, after all had found their rooms and drifted off to sleep, I find myself troubled. I can not sleep, for I am still thinking of that beautiful man I'd been staring at out of the corner of my eye all dinner.
Finally, I surrender to my urge to walk around, and I wander the halls, knowing I was getting lost from my own room, but figuring that if I get to see him again, it will be worth it.
Pausing in a hallway, I heard an oh-so-glorious voice singing, as if some sort of heavenly creature had fallen from the Heavens and was calling to it's friends. Doing my best to walk quietly down the maze of corridors, I finally ended up outside, in a garden- no, more like a small forest. Lush plants, huge, leafy trees, fountains... It was beautiful.
But off to the right, there stood someone far more beautiful than any garden or any sight I have - or ever will - see.
He quieted his voice and turned to face me as I approached, an almost-shocked look hiding on my face.
Once again, I had stumbled upon that man, with his long fair hair, smooth pale skin, lean body covered in his leggings and tunic. Oh, but his eyes... I never knew that anyone - even an Elf - could have such astonishing eyes. They were the color of an ocean at sunset, and I was mesmerized looking into them.
It is the first time I've seen him up close, and he looks even better, with this moonlight reflecting off his light hair and pale skin.
"Hello," I said slowly and almost shyly, quickly deciding against trying to speak in Elvish, worry that my pronunciation was bad; I had been taught a couple of basic words, just in case.
He smiled delightfully, and stopped singing to smile at me. "Hello," his voice was like bells breaking through fog on a damp day. I know no other way to describe it; his voice was marvelously clear, and I could have sworn that I detected some sort of accent, and I'm assuming that would be Elvish.
"I am Legolas, son of the King of Mirkwood," he bowed gracefully, never looking away from my eyes.
"I'm Boromir, son of the Steward of Gondor," I replied, bowing quickly, not breaking eye contact, for I was afraid that if I did, I might just stare at his magnificent body.
"You've come with your father to talk to Elrond?" he asked, and motioned for me to walk with him.
"Y-yes... Why are you here? Do you live here?"
He laughed, a quiet but pleasant sound. "I could only wish. No, I am but a mere messenger for my father. But tell me, is this your first time amongst elves?"
How did he know that? "Uh... Yes, it is."
Legolas smiled gently. "You were just looking at everything tonight in such awe, that is all," he explained without my asking.
"Oh," I looked down, hoping I wasn't blushing.
He didn't say anything, just sat down on a stone bench pressed against a row of trees, and I joined him.
"How long are you staying in Rivendell?" he asked, leaning his back against a tree trunk.
"Maybe just a few days, or weeks, if my father and Elrond do not solve this matter quickly," I finally turned away from his piercing gaze and watched back the way we has come.
There was a brief pause, in which I stared at my hands, and Legolas began humming a tune.
I looked up at him - his eyes were closed, a small smile on his face, hands neatly resting on his long, slender legs.
Fighting an urge to not touch him, I just looked. I examined his face, each delicate feature. His eyelashes fluttered softly as he hummed, and his lips mouthed the words every-so-often. I looked at the way his shirt collar was low, the top few buttons undone, just giving a glimpse of his pale, smooth flesh hidden underneath. I only glanced at the rest of him before I forced myself to look away, with that embarrassed feeling flushing through me again.
Leaning back, I sighed inwardly and took a moment to regain my composure before I looked at him again. He was still sitting, just how he had been, not moved at all. A sudden breeze came through, but he seemed undisturbed and kept humming, tapping his fingers gently against his thigh.
Biting my lip, I decided I may have only one chance to do something, so I took a deep breath to calm my nerves, before very slowly sitting right beside him and inched my face in. I kept pausing because I was so nervous, but I finally decided to.
Just as my face nearly touched his, he opened his eyes calmly, still humming.
I jumped back, startled and incredibly embarrassed.
"I'm... sorry," I mumbled, standing, and I heard the humming stop.
"Boromir, wait," he grabbed my hand as I tried to walk away. "Do not be sorry," he smiled. "I didn't try to stop you, as you might recall?" He raised an eyebrow suggestively.
Stuttering for as moment, I turned back around, not noticing that I was playing my fingers in his. "I didn't really mean to... I just thought... But I just met you, and you are beautiful but I don't think-"
He cut me short by putting a finger to my lips, causing me to blush slightly.
"Boromir, I'm not mad; I do not mind. And I do not care how you think," he said sincerely. "But thank you for saying I'm beautiful," he smiled at the horrified look on my face.
"I... said that out loud?" I whispered to myself, hanging my head, embarrassed again.
Legolas only laughed at me. "Please, you need not feel shamed!" he paused and waited for me to lift my head before he spoke again. "But you are correct; we did just meet. What say we meet back here in three days?"
I thought for a few moments, and he started swinging my hand in his, waiting patiently for an answer. "Um... Yes, I'll meet you back here," I mumbled nervously, and only then did I realize that we were holding hands.
"I shall see you then. Namárië! until then," letting go of my hand, he walked into the dark, leaving me alone.
*
Elrond had introduced me to his sons on the first day, and that was how I learned to say 'hello'. But I spent almost no time with them, except for when I asked them to teach me a few Elvish words, just so I would know.
I was also introduced to the Lady Arwen, who I found stunningly beautiful, but I thought almost nothing of her. Yes, she was gorgeous, but that didn't mean anything. Many people are good-looking.
As I was very shy around the Elven-folk, I passed the days by sitting in on my father's council, or wandering in the gardens alone. I did not see Legolas at all, not even at meals, and I worried that he might have left.
But, nevertheless, on the third night since our first meeting, I waited until everyone was in their chambers before I snuck outside and to the bench. It was considerably easy this time, as I had taken the time to learn the way during the daytime.
Sitting down on the bench, I leaned against the tree and closed my eyes, not knowing whether or not I wanted him to show up. Yes, I wanted him, but that doesn't mean I wanted him. It is terribly difficult to explain to anyone, about the different meaning of two sentences that are the same.
"Hello, Boromir," a soft voice greeted me.
Opening my eyes, I smiled at him. "Hello, Legolas."
Legolas sat down next to me. "How have you been?"
"Fine... Did you leave? I haven't seen you at all."
He smiled, obviously pleased. "A gift of my people, to remain unseen when we wish to be."
"Oh," I didn't know what to say. "My people don't have a gift."
The Elf almost laughed, just then, but he held it back and took my hand. "Your people have a gift," he told me in a tone that made me look in his eyes.
"Oh?" I was getting nervous, but it was the good kind.
"Yes. Your people make excellent lovers."
My breath caught in my throat. How did he know that? And why? And why did he tell me? It only made me want him more!
His face was still calm, and he began playing his fingers over the designs on my shirtsleeves, and watched his hands. "Have you thought about... us?"
I paused. "Yes."
"And what have you decided?"
I waited for him to look at my face again. "I... want you."
*
I followed Legolas back to his chambers, he holding my hand as we did our best to keep quiet.
Finally, we were inside his room and I watched him close the door; he did it with such a determination to keep quiet that he closed his eyes and almost appeared to be still. When it clicked shut, he opened his eyes and smiled triumphantly at me.
I smiled back, for that was a very adorable thing to see a man do, be exited that he can shut a door noiselessly.
He took a few steps toward me and when he reached me, he - very slowly - closed in the space before carefully touching my face and neck with one soft hand.
Our faces inched closer until our lips touched, and I froze, but he kept going. One arm on my shoulder, he wrapped the other one around my neck to pull me close and deepen the kiss. After the initial shock wore off, I wrapped my arms tentatively around his waist and kissed him back.
We walked toward the bed, and he broke the kiss as we lay down, I on my back, and he draped his slender body over my muscular one.
He began kissing my neck ever-so-gently, and his hands wandered until they started undoing the buttons on my shirt.
There were feelings swimming through me; should I be doing this? Why am I doing this? What am I doing? But none of that mattered, as I was about to experience one of the greatest feelings ever - the love of an Elf.
*
The main thing I remember about that night was that it had been filled with tender touches and sweet caresses, with some soft kisses and gentle words spoken only when they needed to be.
When I awoke the following morning, I felt... different. As if I had changed somehow, not in body, but in mind. I suddenly felt freer and more relaxed.
And only to help, there was this alluring golden-haired man snuggled next to me, his hand resting on my chest, sleeping soundly.
Smiling, I closed my eyes and remembered the previous night, and wondered how Legolas had learned to do... that. Along with many of the other things he did to me that I shall not mention. I suppose he learned how I did - women.
Now, I am not saying that I use or play women. If anything, they toy with me. And that was why I agreed to come here, to get away from them.
But I hadn't ever expected to find a man here, one like this; so... stunning. Yes, that was a good word for him. Stunning.
"Good morning," I felt Legolas lean over me, and kiss me so deeply that I almost forgot to breathe.
"Morning," I said back as he rested his head on my shoulder. "Have you been awake long?"
"Longer then you," he smiled, running a hand down my chest and over my stomach.
I didn't bother asking; there were many things about him that I didn't know, and would probably not get explained, at least not right now.
"Did you sleep well?" Legolas asked, nuzzling his face into my neck.
"When I did," I replied with a chuckle. "I didn't know you could go for-" I cut my words short, blushing at what I had almost said.
But he knew what I was going to say. "...that long?" he suggested, leaning himself up on one strong arm.
I blushed more, hiding a smile and looking away.
"Ah, it is what you were going to say," he confirmed with the look on my face. He just smiled, and kissed me lightly.
When I finally turned back to face him, he was looking at me with a very serious - yet blank - expression his face, studying me.
"What?" I asked, putting hand under my head so I didn't hurt my neck.
"You're so... beautiful," he whispered, moving his body closer to mine until we touched and he was breathing almost undetectable on my face.
I blinked a few times, and reached up a hand to grasp his face, touching his cheeks, jaw and neck, letting my hand wander to his back and pull him to me.
It was the perfect event that was doomed to be destroyed.
*
As Legolas' hands wandered and slowly crept down my stomach, our fun was interrupted by a sound that sent our stomach on knots and our skin crawling in fear.
A knock on the door.
We froze, his hands on my waist, mine in his hair.
"What do we do?" I breathed, scared for my life.
"Tell them you'll be a moment!" he whispered back, jumping silently out of the bed and grabbing his clothes.
"Just a minute!" I called out, as he tossed me my pants.
"Boromir, I am in no mood to wait this morning. Hurry up," I heard my father's voice command.
I struggled on my pants and ran a hand through my hair as I saw Legolas run with his clothes into the small adjoining shower.
I opened the door and pretended to look sleepy. "Yes, Father?"
"Why did it take you so long to open the door?" he asked, peering over my shoulder.
"I was tangled in the blankets," I lied. Well, it wasn't a total lie. Sure, I had been tangled, but in more than just the sheets on my bed. I wasn't lying; just not telling the whole truth.
My father frowned, but continued. "Elrond and I are going to Lothlorien to discuss this matter further, with some residents over there. Shall you accompany us?"
I stalled for time. "Uh... I'm not sure. Can I have a little while to think about it?"
Another frown, then a nod. "Just hurry up and come downstairs or you'll miss morning meal."
I shut the door and stood silent for a minute, an unreadable expression on my face. I had almost been caught with a man in my bed! And by my father, no less!
Shocked, I stepped back and turned to see Legolas poking out from around the shower door, clothes on, but his shirt completely undone.
I grinned at him. "You should see the look on your face!"
"Probably looks something like yours," he grinned back and walked over to me.
He leaned his forehead against mine and we whispered together.
"That was goddamned close."
"I do not think I should like to know what your father would have done if he had found us."
"Oh, don't worry. He would have just beaten us... Really, really hard."
Legolas let out a small nervous laugh. "At least it's over," he said, throwing his arms around my neck and pulling me into a kiss.
*
Legolas talked me into going to Lothlorien; he spent much of his time there, anyway. He told me it was very beautiful, not more or less than Rivendell, just a different kind of beautiful, and that I should go when I had the chance.
I washed quickly, dressed in clean clothes, and hurried down for morning meal. I bowed respectfully to Elrond before taking my place beside my father, who simply ignored me the whole meal.
Elves and a few men came in and out of the room, sitting down to eat. About half-way through the meal, I noticed a certain blonde Elf slip in and sit at the end of the table, yet still in my view.
We hid smiles from one another and finished our meal.
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A/N: aw how was that so far? Good? Bad? Review and let me know! Thnx~
A/N: I know some of this is really confusing; I left out some details and facts. Some of it seems rushed, I know. But I'm doing the best I can and if anyone can help me out (nekkid_legolas@gotmail.com or a review) then thanks. R/R please, but no flames!
Disclaimer: I don't own anything. Really! I don't. 'Cuz if I did, you wouldn't have been sitting at the back of the theater yelling "Kiss! Kiss!" ^_~
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I am just the young son of a Steward of a wonderful city, but I am not the nicest person. I often have to pretend to like someone, whether I know them or not.
This is the farthest I've ever been from Gondor; Rivendell. It is my first night here and I am already intrigued. I want to see more, I want to know more.
My father - the Steward of Gondor - and I have been invited to this particular Elf Haven, for some reason I do not know, but it doesn't bother me as I examine all the decorations in this bedroom.
But tonight, after all had found their rooms and drifted off to sleep, I find myself troubled. I can not sleep, for I am still thinking of that beautiful man I'd been staring at out of the corner of my eye all dinner.
Finally, I surrender to my urge to walk around, and I wander the halls, knowing I was getting lost from my own room, but figuring that if I get to see him again, it will be worth it.
Pausing in a hallway, I heard an oh-so-glorious voice singing, as if some sort of heavenly creature had fallen from the Heavens and was calling to it's friends. Doing my best to walk quietly down the maze of corridors, I finally ended up outside, in a garden- no, more like a small forest. Lush plants, huge, leafy trees, fountains... It was beautiful.
But off to the right, there stood someone far more beautiful than any garden or any sight I have - or ever will - see.
He quieted his voice and turned to face me as I approached, an almost-shocked look hiding on my face.
Once again, I had stumbled upon that man, with his long fair hair, smooth pale skin, lean body covered in his leggings and tunic. Oh, but his eyes... I never knew that anyone - even an Elf - could have such astonishing eyes. They were the color of an ocean at sunset, and I was mesmerized looking into them.
It is the first time I've seen him up close, and he looks even better, with this moonlight reflecting off his light hair and pale skin.
"Hello," I said slowly and almost shyly, quickly deciding against trying to speak in Elvish, worry that my pronunciation was bad; I had been taught a couple of basic words, just in case.
He smiled delightfully, and stopped singing to smile at me. "Hello," his voice was like bells breaking through fog on a damp day. I know no other way to describe it; his voice was marvelously clear, and I could have sworn that I detected some sort of accent, and I'm assuming that would be Elvish.
"I am Legolas, son of the King of Mirkwood," he bowed gracefully, never looking away from my eyes.
"I'm Boromir, son of the Steward of Gondor," I replied, bowing quickly, not breaking eye contact, for I was afraid that if I did, I might just stare at his magnificent body.
"You've come with your father to talk to Elrond?" he asked, and motioned for me to walk with him.
"Y-yes... Why are you here? Do you live here?"
He laughed, a quiet but pleasant sound. "I could only wish. No, I am but a mere messenger for my father. But tell me, is this your first time amongst elves?"
How did he know that? "Uh... Yes, it is."
Legolas smiled gently. "You were just looking at everything tonight in such awe, that is all," he explained without my asking.
"Oh," I looked down, hoping I wasn't blushing.
He didn't say anything, just sat down on a stone bench pressed against a row of trees, and I joined him.
"How long are you staying in Rivendell?" he asked, leaning his back against a tree trunk.
"Maybe just a few days, or weeks, if my father and Elrond do not solve this matter quickly," I finally turned away from his piercing gaze and watched back the way we has come.
There was a brief pause, in which I stared at my hands, and Legolas began humming a tune.
I looked up at him - his eyes were closed, a small smile on his face, hands neatly resting on his long, slender legs.
Fighting an urge to not touch him, I just looked. I examined his face, each delicate feature. His eyelashes fluttered softly as he hummed, and his lips mouthed the words every-so-often. I looked at the way his shirt collar was low, the top few buttons undone, just giving a glimpse of his pale, smooth flesh hidden underneath. I only glanced at the rest of him before I forced myself to look away, with that embarrassed feeling flushing through me again.
Leaning back, I sighed inwardly and took a moment to regain my composure before I looked at him again. He was still sitting, just how he had been, not moved at all. A sudden breeze came through, but he seemed undisturbed and kept humming, tapping his fingers gently against his thigh.
Biting my lip, I decided I may have only one chance to do something, so I took a deep breath to calm my nerves, before very slowly sitting right beside him and inched my face in. I kept pausing because I was so nervous, but I finally decided to.
Just as my face nearly touched his, he opened his eyes calmly, still humming.
I jumped back, startled and incredibly embarrassed.
"I'm... sorry," I mumbled, standing, and I heard the humming stop.
"Boromir, wait," he grabbed my hand as I tried to walk away. "Do not be sorry," he smiled. "I didn't try to stop you, as you might recall?" He raised an eyebrow suggestively.
Stuttering for as moment, I turned back around, not noticing that I was playing my fingers in his. "I didn't really mean to... I just thought... But I just met you, and you are beautiful but I don't think-"
He cut me short by putting a finger to my lips, causing me to blush slightly.
"Boromir, I'm not mad; I do not mind. And I do not care how you think," he said sincerely. "But thank you for saying I'm beautiful," he smiled at the horrified look on my face.
"I... said that out loud?" I whispered to myself, hanging my head, embarrassed again.
Legolas only laughed at me. "Please, you need not feel shamed!" he paused and waited for me to lift my head before he spoke again. "But you are correct; we did just meet. What say we meet back here in three days?"
I thought for a few moments, and he started swinging my hand in his, waiting patiently for an answer. "Um... Yes, I'll meet you back here," I mumbled nervously, and only then did I realize that we were holding hands.
"I shall see you then. Namárië! until then," letting go of my hand, he walked into the dark, leaving me alone.
*
Elrond had introduced me to his sons on the first day, and that was how I learned to say 'hello'. But I spent almost no time with them, except for when I asked them to teach me a few Elvish words, just so I would know.
I was also introduced to the Lady Arwen, who I found stunningly beautiful, but I thought almost nothing of her. Yes, she was gorgeous, but that didn't mean anything. Many people are good-looking.
As I was very shy around the Elven-folk, I passed the days by sitting in on my father's council, or wandering in the gardens alone. I did not see Legolas at all, not even at meals, and I worried that he might have left.
But, nevertheless, on the third night since our first meeting, I waited until everyone was in their chambers before I snuck outside and to the bench. It was considerably easy this time, as I had taken the time to learn the way during the daytime.
Sitting down on the bench, I leaned against the tree and closed my eyes, not knowing whether or not I wanted him to show up. Yes, I wanted him, but that doesn't mean I wanted him. It is terribly difficult to explain to anyone, about the different meaning of two sentences that are the same.
"Hello, Boromir," a soft voice greeted me.
Opening my eyes, I smiled at him. "Hello, Legolas."
Legolas sat down next to me. "How have you been?"
"Fine... Did you leave? I haven't seen you at all."
He smiled, obviously pleased. "A gift of my people, to remain unseen when we wish to be."
"Oh," I didn't know what to say. "My people don't have a gift."
The Elf almost laughed, just then, but he held it back and took my hand. "Your people have a gift," he told me in a tone that made me look in his eyes.
"Oh?" I was getting nervous, but it was the good kind.
"Yes. Your people make excellent lovers."
My breath caught in my throat. How did he know that? And why? And why did he tell me? It only made me want him more!
His face was still calm, and he began playing his fingers over the designs on my shirtsleeves, and watched his hands. "Have you thought about... us?"
I paused. "Yes."
"And what have you decided?"
I waited for him to look at my face again. "I... want you."
*
I followed Legolas back to his chambers, he holding my hand as we did our best to keep quiet.
Finally, we were inside his room and I watched him close the door; he did it with such a determination to keep quiet that he closed his eyes and almost appeared to be still. When it clicked shut, he opened his eyes and smiled triumphantly at me.
I smiled back, for that was a very adorable thing to see a man do, be exited that he can shut a door noiselessly.
He took a few steps toward me and when he reached me, he - very slowly - closed in the space before carefully touching my face and neck with one soft hand.
Our faces inched closer until our lips touched, and I froze, but he kept going. One arm on my shoulder, he wrapped the other one around my neck to pull me close and deepen the kiss. After the initial shock wore off, I wrapped my arms tentatively around his waist and kissed him back.
We walked toward the bed, and he broke the kiss as we lay down, I on my back, and he draped his slender body over my muscular one.
He began kissing my neck ever-so-gently, and his hands wandered until they started undoing the buttons on my shirt.
There were feelings swimming through me; should I be doing this? Why am I doing this? What am I doing? But none of that mattered, as I was about to experience one of the greatest feelings ever - the love of an Elf.
*
The main thing I remember about that night was that it had been filled with tender touches and sweet caresses, with some soft kisses and gentle words spoken only when they needed to be.
When I awoke the following morning, I felt... different. As if I had changed somehow, not in body, but in mind. I suddenly felt freer and more relaxed.
And only to help, there was this alluring golden-haired man snuggled next to me, his hand resting on my chest, sleeping soundly.
Smiling, I closed my eyes and remembered the previous night, and wondered how Legolas had learned to do... that. Along with many of the other things he did to me that I shall not mention. I suppose he learned how I did - women.
Now, I am not saying that I use or play women. If anything, they toy with me. And that was why I agreed to come here, to get away from them.
But I hadn't ever expected to find a man here, one like this; so... stunning. Yes, that was a good word for him. Stunning.
"Good morning," I felt Legolas lean over me, and kiss me so deeply that I almost forgot to breathe.
"Morning," I said back as he rested his head on my shoulder. "Have you been awake long?"
"Longer then you," he smiled, running a hand down my chest and over my stomach.
I didn't bother asking; there were many things about him that I didn't know, and would probably not get explained, at least not right now.
"Did you sleep well?" Legolas asked, nuzzling his face into my neck.
"When I did," I replied with a chuckle. "I didn't know you could go for-" I cut my words short, blushing at what I had almost said.
But he knew what I was going to say. "...that long?" he suggested, leaning himself up on one strong arm.
I blushed more, hiding a smile and looking away.
"Ah, it is what you were going to say," he confirmed with the look on my face. He just smiled, and kissed me lightly.
When I finally turned back to face him, he was looking at me with a very serious - yet blank - expression his face, studying me.
"What?" I asked, putting hand under my head so I didn't hurt my neck.
"You're so... beautiful," he whispered, moving his body closer to mine until we touched and he was breathing almost undetectable on my face.
I blinked a few times, and reached up a hand to grasp his face, touching his cheeks, jaw and neck, letting my hand wander to his back and pull him to me.
It was the perfect event that was doomed to be destroyed.
*
As Legolas' hands wandered and slowly crept down my stomach, our fun was interrupted by a sound that sent our stomach on knots and our skin crawling in fear.
A knock on the door.
We froze, his hands on my waist, mine in his hair.
"What do we do?" I breathed, scared for my life.
"Tell them you'll be a moment!" he whispered back, jumping silently out of the bed and grabbing his clothes.
"Just a minute!" I called out, as he tossed me my pants.
"Boromir, I am in no mood to wait this morning. Hurry up," I heard my father's voice command.
I struggled on my pants and ran a hand through my hair as I saw Legolas run with his clothes into the small adjoining shower.
I opened the door and pretended to look sleepy. "Yes, Father?"
"Why did it take you so long to open the door?" he asked, peering over my shoulder.
"I was tangled in the blankets," I lied. Well, it wasn't a total lie. Sure, I had been tangled, but in more than just the sheets on my bed. I wasn't lying; just not telling the whole truth.
My father frowned, but continued. "Elrond and I are going to Lothlorien to discuss this matter further, with some residents over there. Shall you accompany us?"
I stalled for time. "Uh... I'm not sure. Can I have a little while to think about it?"
Another frown, then a nod. "Just hurry up and come downstairs or you'll miss morning meal."
I shut the door and stood silent for a minute, an unreadable expression on my face. I had almost been caught with a man in my bed! And by my father, no less!
Shocked, I stepped back and turned to see Legolas poking out from around the shower door, clothes on, but his shirt completely undone.
I grinned at him. "You should see the look on your face!"
"Probably looks something like yours," he grinned back and walked over to me.
He leaned his forehead against mine and we whispered together.
"That was goddamned close."
"I do not think I should like to know what your father would have done if he had found us."
"Oh, don't worry. He would have just beaten us... Really, really hard."
Legolas let out a small nervous laugh. "At least it's over," he said, throwing his arms around my neck and pulling me into a kiss.
*
Legolas talked me into going to Lothlorien; he spent much of his time there, anyway. He told me it was very beautiful, not more or less than Rivendell, just a different kind of beautiful, and that I should go when I had the chance.
I washed quickly, dressed in clean clothes, and hurried down for morning meal. I bowed respectfully to Elrond before taking my place beside my father, who simply ignored me the whole meal.
Elves and a few men came in and out of the room, sitting down to eat. About half-way through the meal, I noticed a certain blonde Elf slip in and sit at the end of the table, yet still in my view.
We hid smiles from one another and finished our meal.
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A/N: aw how was that so far? Good? Bad? Review and let me know! Thnx~
