There is goig to be a small lemon in this chapter! I'll Warn you before you read it so if you dont want to you can skip it but it reveals something important to the story so at leas read the last to sentences which are not so bad. Anyway, thi chapter reveals alot so if anything is confusing just ask me! I'm always open to questions! - ZombiexBunniez

P.S The last LEgolas section is hot off the presses so it WILL be slightly revised after my Beta gets to it. Thanks for reading!

Celeblassel

Lass laid awake, nervously awaiting some sound from the other room. Her body ached with the want for sleep but she was far too perturbed to fall asleep just then. She lay, as deeply under the covers of the bed as she possibly could, only her head and two inches of her neck stuck out above them. She faced the doorway, listening as hard as she could for some sign of Legolas' approach but there was none. The only sounds she could hear were the crackle of the fire in the hearth and steady breathing. She stayed very still, her mind racing. Her skin was still heated from the feeling of his hands on her. She felt terribly childish, scurrying away the way she did. He had done nothing suggestive or inappropriate. He had done exactly as she had asked him and she ran away like a horrid, spoiled child. Long minutes passed without a sound from the other room. What is he doing? She wondered, her curiosity overpowering her nerves. Very soon she became upset. He is teasing me! She thought. He surely is! She began to become indignant. What an ungentlemanly thing to do! Lass sat up and leaned far forward onto the bed, craning her neck so that she might see what he was doing, all the while trying to be quiet. The door had swung mostly shut between the two rooms when she had rushed through and now thwarted her attempt at peeking. Lass swatted at the covers in frustration. With a huff she leaned back against the headboard, crossed her arms and put a childish glare on her face. I will NOT check on him. Her resolution was set. I don't care if he sits there all night, I will NOT check on him. She stayed determined for a few moments until she began to have doubts. What if he is cold? She wondered. He is an elf! He can handle the cold! She reassured. What if he isn't teasing you? Doubt rose in her again soon to be quieted once more. Then he can bloody well come in! She reasoned. But then more uncertainty followed. Is he refusing to lay with me because I ran away from him? She wondered suddenly very appalled. She could not explain that probability away. She was dismayed by the idea that she had done a terrible wrong to her betrothed. She pulled back the blankets and slid off of the bed. Her stomach felt as though she had leapt off a cliff when the wooden floor gave a loud, creaky protest to her late night ventures. She stayed very still, and listened. Still there was no noise from the other room. She continued more carefully, testing the floor before she stepped. Once she reached the door separating the two rooms she paused and listened again. Either he is playing a horrid game of cat and mouse, or he is the stillest elf I have ever known. She noted. Lass took a deep breath and pushed the door open.

Legolas sat exactly where he had been when she had left the room, his eyes staring blankly ahead and his head tilted just the slightest bit forward. He's asleep! She realized, feeling once again extremely foolish. She had crept about like a child who shouldn't have been awake and fretted like a hen for absolutely no reason at all. With a tired, amused sigh she put her hand to her forehead and smiled the slightest bit. He can fall asleep at the drop of a hat! Lass took a step forward, to waken him, but froze. The memory of earlier that afternoon flashed in her mind and she bit her lip. She was faced with a dilemma. Either she had to leave him there or she had to think of some better way to wake him. Perhaps if I call to him? No… definitely not. Lass shrank back into the bedchamber and shut the door gently. She crept back over to the bed and sat down on it, her legs crossed. She would only ever sit that way when she was alone. Her teacher in Loth Lorien would be horrified to know she did it at all. I don't have to worry about her disapproving. Lass nestled defiantly into the unladylike posture to further her pointless rebellion. The memory of the harsh elith who had given Lass her charm lessons danced through her mind. With a crinkle of her nose and a disgusted shake of her head she banished the thought. Lass laid back against the large over stuffed pillows and proceeded to fidget and readjust herself in a hopeless pursuit of sleep. I hate sleeping alone. She thought miserably. Soon she was at her whit's end and gave up. With a sigh Lass sat up again and shut her eyes even tighter. Aragorn where are you? When she opened her eyes again a tall, dark figure stood looking into her fireplace. He was soaking wet, as though he had just stumbled out of a downpour. The dark haired ranger turned to Lass with a smile and pulled a pipe out of his pocket. The pipe is new. She thought with a smile. Lass's eyes fell to his feet and she was delighted to see an actual puddle forming on her floor. I haven't been able to do that before!

"Good evening, Lady Lass." The ranger's deep voice and warm smile comforted Lass as they had for years. She had spent ages perfecting the image of the Ranger King in her mind. She would conjure him whenever she was alone. He was her only true friend.

"Aragorn! You're soaking!" Her voice was low as she greeted her old friend without ceremony.

"It's storming terribly outside. I thought I would have to row a boat right through your window." He said with a playful grin that Lass had painstakingly formed until it was exactly as it should have been: natural but regal. It was the smile of a modest king.

"Really? You came all this way for me?" Lass asked knowing exactly what answer she would get.

"Of course, it was no great distance for an old friend." The ranger replied. Good. Lass let herself fall into her own illusion and nestled into the pillows.

"What far off places did you visit today?" She asked, conjuring a chair for him to sit in. Aragorn took the seat and leaned back into it as Lass imagined a common man might do.

"I went to many far off places, and met many fascinating people." Aragorn gave the same promising and yet empty answer as always. Lass smiled sadly. No matter how well she made her puppet he could never tell her things she did not already know. With a sigh Lass allowed her Aragorn to vanish. No trace was left of him. Not even the puddle on the floor. She would conjure him another time. She was simply too weary just then.

LEMON*LEMONY*LEMON!

Celeblassel was naked and shaking deliciously. Her small, beautiful body lay beneath him, pressed exquisitely between his own body and the floor. Her breasts heaved as she took desperate gasps of air.

"Hush, little bird. Don't sing too loudly." He cooed, sliding a finger into her mouth, forcing her to suckle on it. She let out a squeak that made him smirk. "That's it. Show me, little one. Show me how terribly you want release." Her warm, wet mouth took his finger even deeper. He was thoroughly aroused but he was not finished teasing her .Her pale eyes were full of lust and her hands clutched at his shoulders. He slipped his finger out of her mouth and trailed her saliva down her neck, up and over one of her hard nipples, then down her soft stomach until he came to her woman hood. Celeblassel gasped with desire and squirmed helplessly beneath him. He raised himself off of her and watched as he slid a finger inside of her. He was the first to conquer her, and have her so completely at his mercy. He could fulfil her every desire with one simple action but he would not. Not until she begged him. Celeblassel's innocent eyes went wide with pleasure as he coaxed her center with his finger.

"Please, my lord!" She gave in so easily. He had her in the palm of his hand.

"Say my name!" He commanded, wanting to hear his name on her sweet lips.

"Thuranduil!"

The Elf King shot up in his bed, panting heavily. He looked both disturbed and euphoric as he stared into the darkness.

"What a lovely little bird." He whispered reverently. A single bead of sweat ran from his brow to his collar bone.

END OF LEMON

Celeblassel

The next morning Celeblassel woke to a pretty beam of light filtering in through the only window in the bedchamber. She laid very still for a moment, blinking, to allow herself to adjust to the light. The bedchamber looked completely different in the soft morning light. With a yawn Lass sat up and stretched her rested body.

"Did you sleep well, my lady?" Lass was startled by the low gentlemanly voice and opened her eyes to find her betrothed sitting on a stool, exactly where her conjured Aragorn had been. He looked exhausted. He was smiling at her, but it was the sort of smile one made when they were too tired to make any other face. When Lass did not respond his smile broadened ever so slightly. Lass flushed and lowered her arms which had stayed above her head even after she had finished her stretch.

"Yes, my lord. You are very kind." Oh no! Did one of my dreams wake him? Does he know now? Lass's panic eased when Legolas continued to smile and shook his head.

"Kindness had not to do with it." He sounded as though he was trying to reassure her but Lass could not understand it. He leaned forward, uncrossing his arms so that he may rest them on his knees. "But I thank you for your consideration." He paused only a moment to run a hand through his hair, which Lass realized had been let down. There was something about it that made her want to run her fingers through it. "My father has invited you to breakfast. I won't be joining you, but I wanted to make sure that you were able to properly dress." Lass blinked at him for a moment, being slow to absorb his words due to having just woken up.

"Breakfast… Oh!" She pulled the covers away from her legs and slid out of the bed. Her feet were met with shockingly cold floor that made her give the smallest squeak, but she did not pause. Lass moved to pass Legolas so that she may fetch a gown to wear but he halted her by gently catching hold of her wrist as she passed. Lass halted and gave her betrothed a curious look. He looked up at her as though she tortured him.

"Might I… have a kiss, Lass?" Lass must have looked startled because he released her hand and sat back with a frown. " My apologies." Lass scurried away from the dejected look on her betrothed's face and into the next room. Her cheeks flushed a bright crimson. Idiot! He only asked for a kiss! IT is your duty to give him at least that much! He was kind to you last night! He did not force himself on you as he might have and you refuse him one kiss?! Lass took her self-inflicted admonition as she rummaged through her travel chest and chose a gown. She stole glances into the next room, only able to see Legolas' legs. It struck her that he had not changed out of his tunic and legging from the night before. Maybe you can redeem yourself! Lass pulled a random gown from the chest, no longer interested in which one she chose and returned to the bedchamber. She half expected him to be asleep again but he was not. He watched her enter the room with tired, frustrated eyes. Lass looked at the floor, ashamed of her behavior. He is frustrated with you already! Her mind scolded. Lass frowned and laid her dress upon the bed. She pretended to examine, and preen it for a moment before swallowing all doubts and turning to her betrothed. He was no longer smiling.

"I… I wasn't expecting-" The way her betrothed's eyebrows rose told her that she should rephrase . "I am unwise, my lord, to such things." Her change of course had been the right move. Legolas' frustrated look lost its edge. "I would gladly kiss you, my lord, if it is what you wish. It was wrong of me to be so surprised by your request." Lass watched as Legolas' look changed into a devilish grin.

"Do not apologize, my lady. Someday you will kiss me because you wish too, and it shall be made all the sweeter by your refusal." The way he said it made Lass want to shiver but she forced herself not to. He had sounded as though he had been accepting a challenge. Before she could respond he rose from his seat and approached her. "Shall I help you my lady?" He asked in an overly cordial tone.

Legolas

She had denied him a kiss. He had not needed to listen to a refusal because he had seen it in her eyes. She had apologized and recanted her refusal but he would not have it. I will not force her. However I will make it very difficult for her to refuse in the future. As he stood behind her he took her long braid in his hands and untied the ribbon that had held it thus. Lass did not protest but watched him over her shoulder. She had the eyes of a frightened doe. Legolas knew that what he was about to do was unfair and probably wrong but he brushed the thought aside. He knew from many years of experience that having one's hair brushed was an innocently sensual experience. The power it had over maidens was astonishing to him. Lass continued to watch him as he began to unbraid her hair. Bit by bit he freed the long, auburn locks. They curled about his fingers in a way that was foreign to him. Never had he met an elith with curls. He found it delightful. Once her braid was undone she made to pull away but he stopped her gently.

"Don't fret, little leaf, I'm almost done." He said with a kind tone in his voice. When she did not make to move away again he continued. Brushing his fingers through her hair he untangled it. He felt Lass begin to relax and lean back towards him. His ministrations were having the desired effect. Purposefully stopping before she would have liked him to, he removed his fingers from her hair. Legolas would leave her wanting more of his touch. "You ought to leave it loose, Lass. It is beautiful when it is free." He was not lying. Lass turned to face him with a nervous look.

"Loose? But it curls." She tugged ruthlessly as one of the curls in question. Legolas grabbed her hand gently and pulled it away from her hair.

"That is precisely why it is beautiful. I command you leave it exactly as it is." He expected her eyes to flash with the defiance he had seen in them when dealing with his father, but instead they widened in wonder.

"If it pleases you." The way she spoke it in such a hush made Legolas feel as though he had been the first person to call her beautiful. Is the world in such a tragic state? He thought. Did she not know she was beautiful? A long moment passed as the two elves stood, regarding each other.

Legolas was the first to move. He reached around Lass and retrieved the dress she had pulled from her travel chest. It was a pale green, with laces that ran up the sides from slightly below the hips to just beneath the arms. The sleeves were laced in a similar fashion. It is a good thing I waited to help her dress. Valar knows how long she would have struggled with this. He grinned at the thought and chuckled. Lass immediately broke loose from her wonderment and blushed.

"Do you own a more difficult dress my lady? I fear this won't be enough of a challenge. " He teased as he began to loosen the laces. Lass smiled shyly at him and shook her head.

"I'm afraid not. I shall have to ask the seamstresses to do better next time." Her playful response made Legolas grin and nod in agreement. Once all of the laces were adequately loosened for the dress to be wearable Legolas held it above Lass so that she could slip her arms into it. Once she he pulled the dress down over her head until it settled atop her chemise properly. Unlaced as it was, the dress looked comical. The sides hung open and the laces drooped like burst seems. She looked rather like a child who had outgrown her dress and had torn it so that it would fit. His skilled fingers began to tighten the lacing down her sides and the dress began to take its proper shape. Legolas fought himself, forcing his mind to stay on appropriate subjects and not focus on the way his fingers would brush against her.

Once all of the laces were tightened Legolas stepped back to admire his work. With and approving nod he reached out and toyed with one of her curls. He found himself wishing he could stay, but the matters he had been avoiding came pressing into his mind. New rooms would have to be chosen for them to reside in after the ceremony. He would have to be fitted for the proper robes and recite his vows a thousand times so that he would know them by heart. The business of marriage was busy indeed. With a frown he turned away from lass and moved into the sitting room.

"I shall be back this evening for dinner. Will you be dining with me or my father?" He asked the questions with a sudden feeling of bitter disinterest. Lass stood in the doorway between the two rooms looking disheartened.

"With you… If I may." Despite her obvious confusion she was still trying to be polite. Legolas sat himself on the bench by the door and grabbed one of his boots. He paused before pulling it on and looked at her. She was hiding behind niceties . He wanted to see the woman that made those vivacious eyes flash. He knew that he had barely scratched the surface of the elith before him and made him grin at her slightly.

"Of course you may." He replied. He would not see the other side of his betrothed until she trusted him, that much was evident. He was determined to gain that trust. The elith smiled and then nodded.

Legolas reached down for his other boot only to grab a small, silk slipper. He looked at it confused for a moment and then chuckled. She had placed her own slippers with his boots. It looked dainty and fragile next to his large leather boots and for some reason endeared Legolas to the elith. He looked up to speak to her but she had vanished from the doorway, no doubt to pretty herself in the bath chamber. Legolas simply smiled and reunited the slipper with its mate before donning his other boot and leaving.