Chapter 3: At the Banquet, or not?
Aragorn and I strolled in quietly where we met with Arwen, "Are you trying to make me suspicious?" she said as she laughed callously and tossed back her ebony hair. I couldn't help but giggle in response. The three of us were such good friends that any comment like that was a joke. As we moved to see Froddo and Bilbo's story telling, I felt myself being tugged away. Legolas pulled me out of the hall. Swiftly but gently he pinned me against the wall. "Legolas, A pleasure to see you again." I replied in a mischievous tone. He smiled quickly to match it and toyed with the clasp on my cloak. Although tempted to release the lock that sat on my collar Legolas restrained and spoke softly. "So, Ellienne, tell me about you. I hear you were captive at Isengard." Nodding solemly I replied. "I sometimes work for the Istari because I can move faster and my powers exceed that of normal elves" "Normal elves?" Legolas was puzzled, and I twitched. "My mother was an elf and my father was an angel. I'm the one they call Angel-Elf. Not what I'd called original." I sighed. "That makes you one of the most powerful beings in Middle Earth." His eyes glowed in revelation. "In Middle-Earth? Often, From? Not really, not heaven but a palace in the sky none the less." I still spoke softly. "I heard that the mythical Angel-Elf lived in the Blue Mountains." He queried me. "Only when I choose to stay there." "But you'll stay in Rivendell tonight?" He came closer yet more. "As if I wouldn't." I said as I smiled sweetly. While staring into his eyes, I noticed that his hands were on my waist. Slowly and seductively moving towards my hips. Without thought I too was holding him, and drawing him closer. Our embrace tightened as we leant towards each other. Legolas kissed me gently on the lips. Gently, slowly, sweetly and romantically. He continued to kiss me, with each kiss pulling me closer and closer, then hearing the movement from the banquet hall, we stole away into a nearby room. Elrond's Library, not that we were to notice. Suddenly I stopped. "We should go back." As blissful as the moment was, I had promised to meet with old friends. "Do you really want to, Ellienne?" His tone was serious and sinscere. It was then that we noticed where we were. Books scattered accross the floor, and where they previously were on a table lay Legolas and myself. Breathing hard and clinging to each other.
Aragorn and I strolled in quietly where we met with Arwen, "Are you trying to make me suspicious?" she said as she laughed callously and tossed back her ebony hair. I couldn't help but giggle in response. The three of us were such good friends that any comment like that was a joke. As we moved to see Froddo and Bilbo's story telling, I felt myself being tugged away. Legolas pulled me out of the hall. Swiftly but gently he pinned me against the wall. "Legolas, A pleasure to see you again." I replied in a mischievous tone. He smiled quickly to match it and toyed with the clasp on my cloak. Although tempted to release the lock that sat on my collar Legolas restrained and spoke softly. "So, Ellienne, tell me about you. I hear you were captive at Isengard." Nodding solemly I replied. "I sometimes work for the Istari because I can move faster and my powers exceed that of normal elves" "Normal elves?" Legolas was puzzled, and I twitched. "My mother was an elf and my father was an angel. I'm the one they call Angel-Elf. Not what I'd called original." I sighed. "That makes you one of the most powerful beings in Middle Earth." His eyes glowed in revelation. "In Middle-Earth? Often, From? Not really, not heaven but a palace in the sky none the less." I still spoke softly. "I heard that the mythical Angel-Elf lived in the Blue Mountains." He queried me. "Only when I choose to stay there." "But you'll stay in Rivendell tonight?" He came closer yet more. "As if I wouldn't." I said as I smiled sweetly. While staring into his eyes, I noticed that his hands were on my waist. Slowly and seductively moving towards my hips. Without thought I too was holding him, and drawing him closer. Our embrace tightened as we leant towards each other. Legolas kissed me gently on the lips. Gently, slowly, sweetly and romantically. He continued to kiss me, with each kiss pulling me closer and closer, then hearing the movement from the banquet hall, we stole away into a nearby room. Elrond's Library, not that we were to notice. Suddenly I stopped. "We should go back." As blissful as the moment was, I had promised to meet with old friends. "Do you really want to, Ellienne?" His tone was serious and sinscere. It was then that we noticed where we were. Books scattered accross the floor, and where they previously were on a table lay Legolas and myself. Breathing hard and clinging to each other.