Here is Chapter Seven. I hope you enjoy it! I do not own LOTR.


Chapter Seven

Legolas

The evening meal that night seemed to take years for Legolas. His hands were clammy and he couldn't make himself meet Aragorn's eyes at all. He noticed Diorwen's eyes never left his face.

He had no qualms for himself. As a royal prince of Mirkwood he was not expected to remain pure until his wedding. There had been a few other maidens over the years, but non with anything near the royal status of Diorwen, Princess of Gondor.

Legolas truly loved her; he had never felt the same about any of the others. There wasn't the instant desire with Diorwen, he had genuinely wanted to know her, and now that he knew her, his desire was stronger than anything he had ever felt.

Arwen

After dinner the Queen spent some time with her husband before going to her daughter's room.

Diorwen was waiting for her mother in front of her mirror. Arwen took the brush from the vanity and ran it through the curls. Her daughter seemed distracted.

"Is everything alright, Di?" Arwen asked softly.

"Of course, Naneth (mother)." She smiled at Arwen in the mirror. "Just not tired."

Arwen nodded, she came around to the side of the stool and knelt beside her daughter. "I love you," she whispered, kissing Diorwen's cheek and leaving.

Diorwen

She stayed sitting in front of the mirror for a few moments, staring at herself, before she heard the door open. Diorwen didn't glance over, she only saw him when he stood behind her in the mirror. He gently moved her hair behind her shoulders and her heart began to pound. She was so unsure of what was to come.

Legolas kissed her bare neck. "Are you scared?" He whispered in her ear.

"I know nothing of intimacy," Diorwen said quietly.

"As you should not, Diorwen." Legolas knelt beside her. "Are you sure you want to, in such circumstances?"

"Yes I am sure."

That was all the confirmation he needed. He took Diorwen to the bed and began to teach her of passion.

Legolas

He watched her fall asleep on his shoulder, her heavy lids finally closing over emerald eyes. Her breathing got deeper and her freckled face was peaceful.

The night had been long, but very satisfying for both of them, Legolas hoped. Diorwen had been very hesitant at first, but when he had shown her the pleasure he could bring her she had let her passion loose.

The sun began to come up pink over the horizon and Legolas carefully got of the bed so they wouldn't be discovered in such a state. He dressed and went to his chambers to get fresh clothes and a bath.

Legolas had to find Aragorn, for he desired greatly to speak with him. He looked in his study and everywhere else, but couldn't find him so he sat on the floor outside the master bedchamber, waiting for the King to appear.

Aragorn

He emerged from his bedroom and nearly tripped on the stretched out legs of Legolas.

"What in Eru's name are you doing?" Aragorn asked bleary eyed and confused.

"Waiting for you actually," Legolas responded, standing up.

"Me? What for?"

"I would like to speak with you, if that is alright?"

Aragorn looked at him warily, worried of the topic. "Let us go to the study."

He led the way, not talking until the study door was closed.

"What did you want to speak to me about, mellon nin (my friend)?" Aragorn asked, sitting down behind his mahogany desk.

Legolas sat quietly in the other chair. Aragorn looked at him expectantly.

"Well. . . obviously you have noticed the time Diorwen and I have spent together." Legolas swallowed hard.

"Go on," Aragorn prompted.

"We have come to know each other quite well and Diorwen is an amazing young woman."

"She is also my daughter," Aragorn reminded his friend.

"This is why I come to you, with the utmost respect, to ask for her hand." Legolas sat nervously watching Aragorn, who had gone quiet.

"Legolas you are my best friend, we have been through so much together," Aragorn said solemnly. "This is a difficult thing for you to ask of me."

"I understand. I hope you would know that I would take the very best care of her. Her happiness would be my main priority." Legolas looked pleadingly at his long-time friend.

Aragorn gave a small smile. "I could think of no one better to take care of my Gem of Gondor."

Legolas beamed and Aragorn returned the smile.

Arwen

The Queen of Gondor sat by the bedroom window, sketching the scene outside. She didn't look up when her husband entered.

"I've done it," Aragorn sighed as he flopped on the bed.

"Done what, melleth (love)?" Arwen continued her sketching.

"Given Legolas my permission."

Arwen looked up smiling. "I am so proud of you, Estel."

Diorwen

The Princess sat at her desk writing to her childhood friend, the Princess of Rohan. She sealed the letter just as she heard a knock on her door.

"Come in!" She called.

Legolas hurried in, looking at her excitedly.

"What is it?" Diorwen laughed lightly at the eager expression on his face.

Legolas knelt before Diorwen and searched for the right words. He looked at her earnestly and said simply, "Be my wife, Diorwen."

Diorwen's face fell and Legolas became concerned. His concern increased after she didn't say anything.

"What is it?" He asked.

"I cannot."

"Why?"

"You would die. I do not want that to happen on my account." She looked at him sadly.

"That is my choice, Diorwen."

The Princess only shook her head.

Legolas stood up. "Diorwen, please," he begged quietly.

"No, I cannot."

Legolas looked at her sadly, almost pathetically, before leaving the room.


I hope you enjoyed it! If you did or you think I could use some constructive criticism I would love to hear it. No hate comments or flames por favor!

Happy reading,

Avonmora