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Legolas hesitated as he stood outside of his father's chambers. He heard no signs of stirring nor talking from inside. Letting out a held in breath, Legolas finally gathered up his courage and knocked.
"Enter!!" Came his fathers stern voice. Legolas considered the possibility of making a run for it, but then opened the door and straightened his posture. The king looked up upon seeing who entered his chambers and then glared dangerously when his son came into view.
With a stiff wave of his hand, he motioned for the prince to sit down. Legolas slowly lowered himself into a chair that was a distance from his father in fear of his wrath.
"Explain yourself.." The king said getting to his feet gracefully and stroke over to his son who downcast his eyes to the floor.
"Those maidens are nothing but trouble to my mind...." Legolas whispered, shame in his soft voice. Thranduil's face formed a cold frown.
"So you thought, why not wander off!?" The king yelled, his regal voice rising angrily. Legolas arose his blue eyes to meet his fathers.
"Then you thought, why not fool around for a bit while in a damn linen closet!" The king roared folding his hands behind his back while he paced infront of Legolas.
"I certainly was not! I am not the sort to fondle with women..especially in closets for Elbereth's sake." Legolas exclaimed with a hard facial expression. A light blush came to his pale white flawless cheeks upon the accusation. How can his father actually say this to his face just because well..him..and Victoria..happened to be in a closet. Well..it was a small closet indeed..Him and the girl were just in the wrong place at the wrong time, though he knew that he did not regret the whole experience either..
Legolas shook his head to himself as he felt his fingers start to tingle as the remembrance of the feel of her skin came to him afresh.
"Then you run off with the lady Victoria..I know she is a pleasant friend of yours but time is of the essence..You cannot simply dwell here in Mirkwood as prince forever..You will become King." Thranduil said reminding his son once more of his fate as being an heir to the throne. Legolas let out a sigh and closed his eyes as he raked his slender fingers roughly through his golden locks. He then remembered that Victoria had pulled the silver cord from his hair that bound it up.
"Father, you need not remind me..." Legolas said burying his face in his hands.
"I believe that I do have to remind you my young prince..You are forgetting exactly you are.." The king said gently. He then prepared for the worse, for he knew that statement had pushed through the lines of his son's temper. But no yelling came.
"Father.." Was all that the prince murmured softly. He looked at his father with such sadness with such hurt in his eyes that the King had to turn away for a moment. He then held out his hands to his sides.
"Am I a shame to our family?..Am I A disgrace to the throne?.." He asked, his voice in a whisper. The king's expression softened and he approached his tall elf son. Gently grabbing him by the shoulders, he gave him a soft gentle shake.
"Legolas..A shame and a disgrace, you are not.." He then smiled as he saw so much of his wife's features in the face of his son.
"I love you my son..I just hope that you will be a bit more responsible.." The king said with his mouth forming an affectionate grin.
"I try to not disappoint you Ada, but it seems I have failed once again" Legolas confessed feeling somewhat disappointed with himself.
"No matter, For I know that you are strong..You have such a determined sprit..Just like your mother." The king replied gently. Legolas smiled but then there was sadness in his beautiful blue eyes.
"I miss her.." He confessed. Thranduil had a ghost of a smile upon his lips.
"As I do my son.."
"Now on different subjects, what is the lady Victoria to you?.." Thranduil asked suspiciously. His son's head literally did a double take and his brows raised a good few centimeters.
"The lady is a very good friend of mine.." Legolas said with a grin, glad that his father had forgiven him for ditching the twin maidens. But this new subject of his feelings for Victoria was certainly something he had not been asked before.
"Are you sure?.." The king asked, his eyes gleaming like he was in his young years again. Legolas laughed.
"Well, yes I am sure.." Legolas said grinning before turning to leave the room to let his father sleep. As he closed the doors behind him, a frown marked itself into his lips.
"I am sure.." He repeated to himself...
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Victoria held Legolas' hair ribbon cord tightly in her hand to give it back to him. Yet she knew not where his room was. As she wandered down the hall, her thoughts overwhelmed her being. She had changed so much since she came to Mirkwood all those many months ago. She was so changed..Victoria knew she was now different then she was once was. Though her intentions and sprit were the same, her heart was different. Almost like the grinch of Christmas who's heart had grown three times it's size after learning about the joys of Christmas.
But still, she did not give in to the calls of her heart and soul. She had stopped that a while ago. Yet she knew not, that she had already succumbed to it's will more times then she thought since she had come to the palace of the Greenwood. After all, one of it's four walls had already fallen. There was three more walls left.
Victoria thought to herself about her new life. She had found out upon herself, that she was a pure healer.
"And a damn good one at that!" She muttered to herself proudly.
Victoria had met such undeniably good friends. Rialan who was always so sweet and carefree and who always looked to the brighter things in life. Ithen who was her chamber maid. A kind young hearted companion who could persuade you into doing the most bizarre things, like somehow or another getting Victoria in a dress. Isil who was sister to Ithlen and a stubborn yet is a good soul elf who enjoyed a good competition. Even the lord Thranduil and Mirkwood proved to be wise caring elves. Then Legolas..hell, he had probably come to know her by far anyone else. The very fair gentle elf proved to be a stubborn arrogant prince with there first meetings but then came to show what a beautiful soul he had. His eyes..those eyes..spoke to her in a way that left her haunted.
Even Victoria had to admit that when he smiled at her, time would almost come to a complete halt. The feel of his warm arms and his touch would make her body sear with this incredible heat. His sweet voice was like an accustomed longfull ring in her head. But what touched her the most about him was his soul. The soul of a gentle loving kindhearted elf that loves his friends and would give up anything for them. He was also a fierce warrior and had a determined spirit. As Victoria thought these thoughts, she suddenly realized how close she had let him become to her.
Glaring to herself, Victoria held her chin up haughtily. Her face formed it's old stone statue face. The face that had wore itself into her features for all those years. But as she dimmed her eyes, she felt somewhat uncomfortable. But she could not help but snort at the timid almost scared glances she got from passing elves. Her statue-like face always was able to do that..
"She could not get all soft hearted. It was not in her too..yet she could not deny that she was not the same person she once was. That strong silent statue faced, neck cracking young girl. She was the same on the outside but inside was certainly a different layout by then. Though she enjoyed her old pastimes like cursing at people, putting her feet out in woman's path's to trip them and threatening, still still had changed in a way she could not understand.
Victoria walked stiffly down the hall and then murmured to herself.
"I must stay away from him..He will only be a trouble to me.." She murmured looking down at Legolas' hair ribbon before squeezing it tightly in a fist.
Victoria found herself going up an old flight of stairs hoping that Legolas' chambers would be up there. She let out an annoyed groan upon just seeing an abandoned hallway with a few doors. The floor was dusty as she could tell.
With frustration, Victoria kicked the closest wall to her. Upon seeing her foot make a dent, she looked away and whistled innocently.
"Didn't do it.." She murmured to herself before wandering down the hall, soft creaks coming from the floor as she walked. Gathering up her courage, Victoria opened one of the doors to see nothing but an empty room. Letting out a relieved breath she then went to the second door..Curiosity always seem to win over her.
Victoria's eyebrow knit with confusion. This next door was not a door to a room, but a vault door. Trying to open it, she found no avail in getting in. But as he fingers glided across the vault door for some sort of switch, she found her fingertips exploring the nooks and crannies of engraved letters... If she had known better, she could swear that the letters make the word 'Legolas'. Brushing away the thought, Victoria gave up and went for the last door.
It opened with a creak and Victoria shaded her eyes as sunlight poured into her vision. There was a large clouded window that left a glare in the room.
Victoria let her curious eyes search around her. It was some sort of bedroom...The columns in the room were gripped tightly with swirling green vines and flowers. The ceiling looked like that of a Michael Angelo painting. It was a masterpiece and every art critic's dream. At the end of the room was a large king size bed with shimmering white almost jeweled sheets. Flower petals lay upon the bed, floor and furniture which was a rich white wood. An old aura seemed to haze beautifully through the air.
At one corner of the room, was stand which held up in straight posture, a wedding dress.
Victoria went over to the dress, letting her fingers gently run over the jewel like beads that left a glimmer glass tinker to it. Who's ever wedding dress was of a rich white material and proved to belong to a wealthy being. The white fabric seemed to glow with it's own light. She then wrinkled her nose and looked away.
"I shall never wear a wedding dress..I would have someone kill me before that could happen.." She said glaring dangerously at the dress. Yet it reflected a light to her face that almost laughed at her. Victoria stepped away from the dress and then toward another stand that was shimmering at her like the reflection of light on the surface of the water.
It was a stand, not holding a dress but battle armor. This time Victoria did smile. The armor was made for a women with it's delicate curves and breast plate. Beside the dress, that lay upon a table were metal arm guards and tall boots. Who ever this outfit for battle belonged too, Victoria liked it. Elvish designs were made into the metal, fit for a queen.
The ever more curious girl took a step away from the armor when as if feeling she had disturbed something after wiping a little bit of dust away from the breast plate to let the shine glint brightly in her eyes.
Going to the dresser, Victoria let her hands glide across the smooth white wood. There was a small wooden head that held a silver beaded circlet. Victoria picked it up and fingered the fine jewels. Gently placing it upon her head, Victoria glanced at her reflection in the oval shaped mirror. It shimmered upon the crest of her forehead. Victoria then let her hands wander across the curves and shapes of the beautifully defined wood. Her fingers brushed across beads and even small vials. Gently opening one of the vials, A sweet aroma filled the pure healers nose.
"Perfume.." She murmured with a small smile. The sweet scent tickled her nose and sent tingles through her skin. Gently applying some to her hands, she rubbed it down her arms and neck.
Putting down the circlet and vial of perfume where it once was, Victoria decided that she would ask one of the patrolling guards who's room it belonged too later.
An eerie silence fell over her as she looked around the room. Not wanting to be in the abandoned floor of the palace, she stepped out of the room and was starting to make her way to the flight of stairs that would lead her downstairs.
But then the sound of voices came to her ears... Victoria looked around to of where the voices came from but found nor saw anything. It was only herself. She then cocked her head at one side upon looking down at the wooden dusty floor. There was a small hole. Wiping away the dust and letting her curiosity get the best of her, Victoria got down on her knees.
She then leaned down and aligned her eye to the hole to see who or what the voice were coming from. She then gasped softly and unconsciously snorted.
"I have all the luck with seeing the elf men in the nude.." Victoria murmured in her head. Indeed, there was once again nude elf men. The room under her was obviously a bathing room. A soft steam clouded Victoria's vision for a moment before letting her see again. She had to hold in the building laughter. It would be strange indeed to hear loud laughing from a small hole in the ceiling.
The room itself was almost a large pool of steaming water, made for several occupants which it indeed had today.
"Ohhh ricky ticky ticky.." She murmured out loud. It was just in her luck that she got to see the sight. She then froze upon hearing a familiar name being called.
"Hey Legolas, what's this I hear about two maidens seeing you and the lady Victoria in a closet?." An elf asked with a lopsided grin. Victoria eyes trailed around the bath to see Legolas in the pool. Her eyes literally bulged to the point of sticking through the hole in the floor as she watched his swim over to his friends. The strong muscle in his back flexed as he did so.
"Nothing like what you are thinking Esgaleth.." Legolas said with a grin. His friends just smirked at him. He then unconsciously lowered his voice, letting Victoria not hear him.
"My relationship with her, I feel is getting more intimate.." Legolas said, almost in a whisper. He rolled his eyes when his friends let out whistles.
"Is love in the air?.." Isil asked. Legolas literally froze at his statement. His eyes portrayed confusion and even bewilderment for a defining moment before he shook his head.
"No.." He said softly. Isil and the others just exchanged smirks and expressions of doubt.
Meanwhile Victoria was straining her ears, but found that all she could hear was there soft chatter.
Victoria stood up from where she was sitting. She had heard enough to snarl to herself. How dare they ask such a thing, about her! How dare someone spread such a foolish rumor about her and Legolas having such an intimate act. Sure, the two of them were pretty personal, but nothing like that extreme. The thought itself sickened her to the stomach. Victoria clenched her fists intent on finding the she whore who was spreading rumors and then beat whoever it was to a pulp.
"When I get my hands on the scum bag who spread such words, I shall have there ass hanging on a plaque in my chambers.." She whispered to herself with a snarl. She could not help but feel pity on Legolas as well as herself. As a prince, a rumor like that could really do something to your image. Not that Victoria cared what people cared about her, but him she did not know. A flame of anger lit itself into her green eyes. It burned like fresh embers.
"I shall rip out there innards and keep them in jars.." She grumbled to herself.
Victoria then grinned devilishly upon the idea of maybe gathering a pack of she-elves and leading them into the bathing room. Revenge was always something she loved. If one was to ask what her favorite taste was, it would have to be the sweetness of revenge.
Getting to her feet, she stepped forward to leave but then halted when a loud creak came from under her foot. With wide eyes, Victoria slowly looked down and then gasped loudly. The wood under her foot was cracking..
Before Victoria could jump off it and from danger, her foot with a loud noise crashed through the floor.
"Fuck!" Victoria cried and then leaned down to attempt to pull her foot from the hole.
"Aren't I just the luckiest ass in the world!?" Victoria grumbled to herself sarcastically.
The elves who were below, with yelps looked up to the ceiling and grew bug eyed to see a flailing foot come through the ceiling. The small foot twisted itself quickly, intent on getting itself out of the floor but only succeeded in getting the boot to fall off. A now dainty white foot showed through the floor.
One of the elf men swam over to the boot, his eyes still on the squirming foot above. He picked up the boot and almost smiled.
"It's a woman's boot.." The elf said to his companions. They all looked up again.
Victoria was well aware they had gone silent and looking at her even though it was only her foot showing. With a yelp, She twisted her foot again, gritting her teeth at the splinters getting into her foot. A loud creak suddenly came to her ears and then more cracking..alot more cracking..She looked up once more and cursed.
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Victoria let out a loud scream as the floor around her suddenly flew past her head as she fell through the floor. Landing with a loud ungraceful splash into the pool below, Victoria could see and feel nothing but hot water around her. Before the water could spill into her lungs, she then felt the back of her tunic being pulled up.
She was lifted up from the water by the back of her tunic by a wide eyed Legolas. Victoria spit out a stream of hot water and blinked the moisture from her green eyes. But she was met with big blue ones.
"Victoria?" Legolas squeaked. She grinned an innocent grin, as the male elves lowered themselves into the water. Water poured down her body yet the prince held held her up high enough, so that her feet were not touching the ground.
"Were you spying on us..again?.." He asked through narrowed eyes. Victoria could do nothing but grin sweetly while nodding her head quite casually. He glared and then noticed that her eyes had traveled down.
Victoria's eyes grew exceptionally wide and then blushed to the point of resembling a deep red tomato. Legolas took her chin in his hand.
"Eyes up please" He commanded. He then looked to his friends who were watching the skeptical with growing interest. Legolas knew that his friend was known for getting into trouble..it seemed to fit her quite well..
"Now could you please tell me why and how you are here!?.." He asked trying to remain calm. He lowered himself into the water until he sat down, nothing but his bare chest showing.
"I..uh...came...er..to return your hair ribbon.." Victoria said proudly while holding up Legolas' hair cord. She flashed a grin trying to look convincible. Yet she knew her excuse was utterly lame. The elves who were sitting down in the pool, started to snigger. She hastily glared at them.
"And you went all the way up to the forbidden halls and then decided to make your entrance by plummeting through the ceiling..?.. " Legolas asked with an amused smirk. Victoria nodded like it was utterly natural as she crossed her arms.
"You know Victoria..I believe you would make quite good friends with a pair of two rebellious hobbit friends of mine.." The elf commented, mirth in his eyes. He then coughed and added.
"Well then.. I believe that I have had enough of bathing. Especially when our little spy here takes pride in her talent." Legolas said with an unmissable grin before motioning for Victoria to turn around, still in the water while he jumped out and tied a long towel around his waist. His friends did the same.
Victoria went over and extended the hair ribbon to Legolas. He leaned over and let his wet fingers clutch her own as he slowly took the ribbon from her hand. He never let his eye contact with her fall. The elves around were enjoying watching like an audience.
"Thank you, but next time you wish to return something of mine, please just come to my chambers." The elf prince said with a cheeky grin. She nodded and then turned away while the elves were on there way walking out of the bathing room, wrapped with robes trying to hide there white skin away from her eyes.
Victoria had to have her final say, so while they walked out, she grabbed a towel and began whipping it at there behinds emitting yelps whilst they scurried away. She snorted with laughter.
"That's right! Run away! muhaha" She countered.
But it was replaced with a grimace as she limped out of the bathing room. Legolas sighed and jogged over to her and draped a soft fluffy white robe around her wet shoulders while gently picking her up. Her large green eyes looked at him questionably with an agast expression.
Legolas went over and placed her in a soft chair. He grabbed another while pulling it in front of her.
"Legolas what are you doing?" She asked. He said nothing but pulled a needle out of his towel pocket. Before she could ask again what he as doing she gasped softly in pain, as he gently stuck it into her foot, trying to remove one of her many splinters. He looked up at her while he did so and smiled.
"You had quite a fall.." He commented with a chuckle. Victoria glared at him.
"So what did you mean, the forbidden halls?.." Victoria asked curiosity leaning in her voice. He stopped working at her foot for a moment before continuing.'
"My mothers old chambers are up there..Ever since her departure from middle earth, my father found his pain too much so he had those halls strictly forbidden.." Legolas explained and then slowed down his pace of getting a very deep splinter out of her tender skin when she gasped in pain. Victoria looked up the young elf before her and could see an aura of sadness settle over him. Yet sorrow seemed to only make him more beautiful and innocent in a sense.
Legolas then suddenly stopped. His eyes grew wide and his brows knit. Victoria looked to him with growing confusion. The prince closed his eyes and sniffed the air.
"Pray tell..but what the hell are you doing?.." Victoria asked with a dazed expression. He then smiled and spoke softly.
"Nana.." He murmured with a wistful smile. Victoria gazed with agonizing confusion. Holding her hands out at each side, she looked to him awaiting an answer.
Legolas squeezed his eyelids shut as he was thrown into a stage of nostalgia once again..
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Little Legolas Greenleaf laid upon his mothers bed a smile upon his face. His short legs only look up half of the large white jeweled bed. His beautiful blond mother was standing at her mirror, peering into her reflection a smile on her features. The young elfling looked up when a sweet aroma filled his small nose.
"What is that prettyful smell Nana?..." The little elf asked looking to his loving mother. She turned to look at her son and approached him. She gently brought a small glass vial up to his nose. As soon as it tickled his nostrils, he let out a giggle.
"It makes my nose tickle." The elfling said. The elf woman laughed and laid a kiss upon her son's forehead and then ruffled his golden locks making him laugh.
"Yes, it does smell quite lovely..Tis my favorite.." She whispered as if keeping a secret.
"No wonder Ada loves you so much. He loves the scent" The elfling observed while flippantly swinging his short thin legs off the side of the large bed. His curious blue eyes searched the room. His mothers old bedroom was one of his favorite rooms. His beloved mother would spend hours going through the things of her childhood and other relics. She would often bring her little son up with her and place his small form on the bed to watch her.
"Look Nana! I am a warrior!" The small prince chirped wanting his mothers attention. She turned to him and laughed as her little son had pulled on her breast plate, the bottom of it reaching his stubby toes. He waddled across the room making a soft bang as he walked.
"Yes, my son..You shall be the greatest archer in all of Mirkwood.." The queen said, her eyes glittering with love. The prince's identical blue eyes twinkled immensely and she could almost see the stars form in them.
"You think so Nana?..me the greatest archer in all the Mirkwood?.." He asked with a hopeful expression. She softly pulled her armor off of him. Her husband had given it to her as a gift. There had been a war years ago. She wanted to fight, for she was a fierce warrior but Thranduil refused for the risk of her safety. He would have died of heartbreak, had something happened to her. So, he awarded her with the armor.
"Yes, my young Greenleaf..You shall be the greatest archer of all Middle earth.." The queen said picking her son up and kissing his soft cheek.
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Legolas flashed back to reality when Victoria was on her feet, shaking his shoulders rather roughly. While he did so, he leaned over and smelled her skin. It was indeed his mothers perfume that he smelled.
"My mother's perfume.." Legolas whispered to her. Victoria froze and locked her large eyes with his blazing ones.
"You are wearing it.." He murmured, stating it more then a question. Victoria got up from her chair. She did not know that the room had belonged to his mothers. Legolas got up from his chair as well. Such an emotion was in her eyes..She had never seen it before..
"How dare you.." He whispered in a dangerously low tone. Victoria gulped and started to back away. He started in on her slowly. He looked fit to kill..he had gone from a caring friend to a slowly angering elf prince.
"I..I had no idea.." Victoria began trying to explain. She could hear his erratic breaths.
"You should have known better then have just intruded up there and touched her things.." He hissed edging closer to her until grabbing her arm fiercely. She tried stepping back with a whimper but he only gripped her arm tighter.It was only perfume that she was wearing..Sure, it belong to the elf princes long missed mother but still.. Victoria growled under her breath. No one..and she meant no one, not even her elf friends could do something like this and get away with it. She followed no one..She was the leader of herself..the boss of herself..no one else..
"Unhand me!" Victoria cried. She then glared and growled louder before raising her hand and smacking the elf prince across the face. He turned away and held his stinging cheek where a soft red mark was forming. It was like the imprint of her hand was branded into his flawless skin. Victoria had her fists clenched at each side if her body while she glared at him. He seemed to have snapped out of a wild trance. He looked at her with hurt eyes. The slap had so surely snapped him out of his crazed state.
"Forgive me..I know not what came over me.." He murmured trying to take her hand. She just snatched it away and turned away from him. Victoria had crossed her arms stubbornly. She was absolutely fuming. Half for what he did and half of why he was forgiving her so fast and so suddenly..
"Victoria..Ever since my mothers leaving..I felt so overprotected of her remembrance..I felt that no one should disturb what was left for me and my memories.." He explained trying to come around to face her. Victoria only turned away. He let out a sad sigh, her actions hurting him. They had become good friends. He wished not to have them be fighting again.
"If you cannot except, then I can do nothing but hope you will forgive me.." He said finally, raising his chin.
"You are special to me Victoria..but I will not plead for you to forgive me when it is you who does not understand.." He said almost defiantly. How could she possibly understand the pain of his mothers passing to the undying lands?..She had no parents after all.. There were hints of anger yet sadness in his dominating tone. Victoria whipped around and looked at him hard. Legolas squirmed under her gaze of fire. She walked over to him, not blinking even for a split moment.
"Don't understand!?..Sure I would not understand.. I mean, how could I understand being lonely and protective?..I only grew up alone..I only had myself to be with..But really, what would I understand?.." She snapped mockingly, her voice cold as ice. Legolas almost cringed and then realized what he had said. It was true..
She did understand..
Victoria's eyes set him ablaze once more before turning around to storm away down the hall, when he ran up behind her and enveloped her into his arms. Victoria was stiff and he could feel her anger pulsating like waves of heat from her body. Her arms were around her waist from behind and rested softly upon her hips.
"Once more, I have learned so much about you..Yet I have but more to know..." He said into her ear before letting go and walked away down the hall to sort out his troubled thoughts. Victoria watched him leave before walking over to a nearby wall and started to repeatedly bang her head against it in hope that enough brain cells would be destroyed so that what happened was nothing but an absurd dream..
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Rialan and Victoria were chatting to each other when one of his other companions had told him what had happened earlier that day. A group of elves were speaking to each other over dinner in the dining hall. Victoria nearly spit out her sip of wine when they mentioned her fall through the ceiling.
"You mad girl." Rialan exclaimed through his laughter. She only stuck her nose up and huffed. She then became silent when Legolas sat himself across from her to begin eating. He smiled to her and then him. She unexpectantly turned away from him, a deep flush in her usually pale cheeks.
"What ale's you Victoria?..You act as if you have seen Legolas in the nude" Rialan commented with a grin, not knowing how close he was to the truth. Much to his delight, she froze. Her mouth had opened with her eyes looking fit to fly from her eyes like released cannon balls. The whole table could not help but burst out in happy laughter. Tis only Legolas and Victoria who downcast there eyes to the table to hide there blushes.
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A/N: Finally i was able to update!! I will not update that much much to my dismay!! oh how i wish i was able to update really soon like i used to do. If you want someone to blame for me not updating quickly then blame my dad!!
namaarie and i hope you liked that chapter. R&R!!!!!
Thanks so so so much for all the reviews!!!!!!!! You people are so nice.!!!!! and you peoples got to be patient with the romance. Love takes time. But love is soon. I think that since its almost gonna be the 40th chapter and there still no love that it would get annoying. So don't worry just hang in there.
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Legolas hesitated as he stood outside of his father's chambers. He heard no signs of stirring nor talking from inside. Letting out a held in breath, Legolas finally gathered up his courage and knocked.
"Enter!!" Came his fathers stern voice. Legolas considered the possibility of making a run for it, but then opened the door and straightened his posture. The king looked up upon seeing who entered his chambers and then glared dangerously when his son came into view.
With a stiff wave of his hand, he motioned for the prince to sit down. Legolas slowly lowered himself into a chair that was a distance from his father in fear of his wrath.
"Explain yourself.." The king said getting to his feet gracefully and stroke over to his son who downcast his eyes to the floor.
"Those maidens are nothing but trouble to my mind...." Legolas whispered, shame in his soft voice. Thranduil's face formed a cold frown.
"So you thought, why not wander off!?" The king yelled, his regal voice rising angrily. Legolas arose his blue eyes to meet his fathers.
"Then you thought, why not fool around for a bit while in a damn linen closet!" The king roared folding his hands behind his back while he paced infront of Legolas.
"I certainly was not! I am not the sort to fondle with women..especially in closets for Elbereth's sake." Legolas exclaimed with a hard facial expression. A light blush came to his pale white flawless cheeks upon the accusation. How can his father actually say this to his face just because well..him..and Victoria..happened to be in a closet. Well..it was a small closet indeed..Him and the girl were just in the wrong place at the wrong time, though he knew that he did not regret the whole experience either..
Legolas shook his head to himself as he felt his fingers start to tingle as the remembrance of the feel of her skin came to him afresh.
"Then you run off with the lady Victoria..I know she is a pleasant friend of yours but time is of the essence..You cannot simply dwell here in Mirkwood as prince forever..You will become King." Thranduil said reminding his son once more of his fate as being an heir to the throne. Legolas let out a sigh and closed his eyes as he raked his slender fingers roughly through his golden locks. He then remembered that Victoria had pulled the silver cord from his hair that bound it up.
"Father, you need not remind me..." Legolas said burying his face in his hands.
"I believe that I do have to remind you my young prince..You are forgetting exactly you are.." The king said gently. He then prepared for the worse, for he knew that statement had pushed through the lines of his son's temper. But no yelling came.
"Father.." Was all that the prince murmured softly. He looked at his father with such sadness with such hurt in his eyes that the King had to turn away for a moment. He then held out his hands to his sides.
"Am I a shame to our family?..Am I A disgrace to the throne?.." He asked, his voice in a whisper. The king's expression softened and he approached his tall elf son. Gently grabbing him by the shoulders, he gave him a soft gentle shake.
"Legolas..A shame and a disgrace, you are not.." He then smiled as he saw so much of his wife's features in the face of his son.
"I love you my son..I just hope that you will be a bit more responsible.." The king said with his mouth forming an affectionate grin.
"I try to not disappoint you Ada, but it seems I have failed once again" Legolas confessed feeling somewhat disappointed with himself.
"No matter, For I know that you are strong..You have such a determined sprit..Just like your mother." The king replied gently. Legolas smiled but then there was sadness in his beautiful blue eyes.
"I miss her.." He confessed. Thranduil had a ghost of a smile upon his lips.
"As I do my son.."
"Now on different subjects, what is the lady Victoria to you?.." Thranduil asked suspiciously. His son's head literally did a double take and his brows raised a good few centimeters.
"The lady is a very good friend of mine.." Legolas said with a grin, glad that his father had forgiven him for ditching the twin maidens. But this new subject of his feelings for Victoria was certainly something he had not been asked before.
"Are you sure?.." The king asked, his eyes gleaming like he was in his young years again. Legolas laughed.
"Well, yes I am sure.." Legolas said grinning before turning to leave the room to let his father sleep. As he closed the doors behind him, a frown marked itself into his lips.
"I am sure.." He repeated to himself...
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Victoria held Legolas' hair ribbon cord tightly in her hand to give it back to him. Yet she knew not where his room was. As she wandered down the hall, her thoughts overwhelmed her being. She had changed so much since she came to Mirkwood all those many months ago. She was so changed..Victoria knew she was now different then she was once was. Though her intentions and sprit were the same, her heart was different. Almost like the grinch of Christmas who's heart had grown three times it's size after learning about the joys of Christmas.
But still, she did not give in to the calls of her heart and soul. She had stopped that a while ago. Yet she knew not, that she had already succumbed to it's will more times then she thought since she had come to the palace of the Greenwood. After all, one of it's four walls had already fallen. There was three more walls left.
Victoria thought to herself about her new life. She had found out upon herself, that she was a pure healer.
"And a damn good one at that!" She muttered to herself proudly.
Victoria had met such undeniably good friends. Rialan who was always so sweet and carefree and who always looked to the brighter things in life. Ithen who was her chamber maid. A kind young hearted companion who could persuade you into doing the most bizarre things, like somehow or another getting Victoria in a dress. Isil who was sister to Ithlen and a stubborn yet is a good soul elf who enjoyed a good competition. Even the lord Thranduil and Mirkwood proved to be wise caring elves. Then Legolas..hell, he had probably come to know her by far anyone else. The very fair gentle elf proved to be a stubborn arrogant prince with there first meetings but then came to show what a beautiful soul he had. His eyes..those eyes..spoke to her in a way that left her haunted.
Even Victoria had to admit that when he smiled at her, time would almost come to a complete halt. The feel of his warm arms and his touch would make her body sear with this incredible heat. His sweet voice was like an accustomed longfull ring in her head. But what touched her the most about him was his soul. The soul of a gentle loving kindhearted elf that loves his friends and would give up anything for them. He was also a fierce warrior and had a determined spirit. As Victoria thought these thoughts, she suddenly realized how close she had let him become to her.
Glaring to herself, Victoria held her chin up haughtily. Her face formed it's old stone statue face. The face that had wore itself into her features for all those years. But as she dimmed her eyes, she felt somewhat uncomfortable. But she could not help but snort at the timid almost scared glances she got from passing elves. Her statue-like face always was able to do that..
"She could not get all soft hearted. It was not in her too..yet she could not deny that she was not the same person she once was. That strong silent statue faced, neck cracking young girl. She was the same on the outside but inside was certainly a different layout by then. Though she enjoyed her old pastimes like cursing at people, putting her feet out in woman's path's to trip them and threatening, still still had changed in a way she could not understand.
Victoria walked stiffly down the hall and then murmured to herself.
"I must stay away from him..He will only be a trouble to me.." She murmured looking down at Legolas' hair ribbon before squeezing it tightly in a fist.
Victoria found herself going up an old flight of stairs hoping that Legolas' chambers would be up there. She let out an annoyed groan upon just seeing an abandoned hallway with a few doors. The floor was dusty as she could tell.
With frustration, Victoria kicked the closest wall to her. Upon seeing her foot make a dent, she looked away and whistled innocently.
"Didn't do it.." She murmured to herself before wandering down the hall, soft creaks coming from the floor as she walked. Gathering up her courage, Victoria opened one of the doors to see nothing but an empty room. Letting out a relieved breath she then went to the second door..Curiosity always seem to win over her.
Victoria's eyebrow knit with confusion. This next door was not a door to a room, but a vault door. Trying to open it, she found no avail in getting in. But as he fingers glided across the vault door for some sort of switch, she found her fingertips exploring the nooks and crannies of engraved letters... If she had known better, she could swear that the letters make the word 'Legolas'. Brushing away the thought, Victoria gave up and went for the last door.
It opened with a creak and Victoria shaded her eyes as sunlight poured into her vision. There was a large clouded window that left a glare in the room.
Victoria let her curious eyes search around her. It was some sort of bedroom...The columns in the room were gripped tightly with swirling green vines and flowers. The ceiling looked like that of a Michael Angelo painting. It was a masterpiece and every art critic's dream. At the end of the room was a large king size bed with shimmering white almost jeweled sheets. Flower petals lay upon the bed, floor and furniture which was a rich white wood. An old aura seemed to haze beautifully through the air.
At one corner of the room, was stand which held up in straight posture, a wedding dress.
Victoria went over to the dress, letting her fingers gently run over the jewel like beads that left a glimmer glass tinker to it. Who's ever wedding dress was of a rich white material and proved to belong to a wealthy being. The white fabric seemed to glow with it's own light. She then wrinkled her nose and looked away.
"I shall never wear a wedding dress..I would have someone kill me before that could happen.." She said glaring dangerously at the dress. Yet it reflected a light to her face that almost laughed at her. Victoria stepped away from the dress and then toward another stand that was shimmering at her like the reflection of light on the surface of the water.
It was a stand, not holding a dress but battle armor. This time Victoria did smile. The armor was made for a women with it's delicate curves and breast plate. Beside the dress, that lay upon a table were metal arm guards and tall boots. Who ever this outfit for battle belonged too, Victoria liked it. Elvish designs were made into the metal, fit for a queen.
The ever more curious girl took a step away from the armor when as if feeling she had disturbed something after wiping a little bit of dust away from the breast plate to let the shine glint brightly in her eyes.
Going to the dresser, Victoria let her hands glide across the smooth white wood. There was a small wooden head that held a silver beaded circlet. Victoria picked it up and fingered the fine jewels. Gently placing it upon her head, Victoria glanced at her reflection in the oval shaped mirror. It shimmered upon the crest of her forehead. Victoria then let her hands wander across the curves and shapes of the beautifully defined wood. Her fingers brushed across beads and even small vials. Gently opening one of the vials, A sweet aroma filled the pure healers nose.
"Perfume.." She murmured with a small smile. The sweet scent tickled her nose and sent tingles through her skin. Gently applying some to her hands, she rubbed it down her arms and neck.
Putting down the circlet and vial of perfume where it once was, Victoria decided that she would ask one of the patrolling guards who's room it belonged too later.
An eerie silence fell over her as she looked around the room. Not wanting to be in the abandoned floor of the palace, she stepped out of the room and was starting to make her way to the flight of stairs that would lead her downstairs.
But then the sound of voices came to her ears... Victoria looked around to of where the voices came from but found nor saw anything. It was only herself. She then cocked her head at one side upon looking down at the wooden dusty floor. There was a small hole. Wiping away the dust and letting her curiosity get the best of her, Victoria got down on her knees.
She then leaned down and aligned her eye to the hole to see who or what the voice were coming from. She then gasped softly and unconsciously snorted.
"I have all the luck with seeing the elf men in the nude.." Victoria murmured in her head. Indeed, there was once again nude elf men. The room under her was obviously a bathing room. A soft steam clouded Victoria's vision for a moment before letting her see again. She had to hold in the building laughter. It would be strange indeed to hear loud laughing from a small hole in the ceiling.
The room itself was almost a large pool of steaming water, made for several occupants which it indeed had today.
"Ohhh ricky ticky ticky.." She murmured out loud. It was just in her luck that she got to see the sight. She then froze upon hearing a familiar name being called.
"Hey Legolas, what's this I hear about two maidens seeing you and the lady Victoria in a closet?." An elf asked with a lopsided grin. Victoria eyes trailed around the bath to see Legolas in the pool. Her eyes literally bulged to the point of sticking through the hole in the floor as she watched his swim over to his friends. The strong muscle in his back flexed as he did so.
"Nothing like what you are thinking Esgaleth.." Legolas said with a grin. His friends just smirked at him. He then unconsciously lowered his voice, letting Victoria not hear him.
"My relationship with her, I feel is getting more intimate.." Legolas said, almost in a whisper. He rolled his eyes when his friends let out whistles.
"Is love in the air?.." Isil asked. Legolas literally froze at his statement. His eyes portrayed confusion and even bewilderment for a defining moment before he shook his head.
"No.." He said softly. Isil and the others just exchanged smirks and expressions of doubt.
Meanwhile Victoria was straining her ears, but found that all she could hear was there soft chatter.
Victoria stood up from where she was sitting. She had heard enough to snarl to herself. How dare they ask such a thing, about her! How dare someone spread such a foolish rumor about her and Legolas having such an intimate act. Sure, the two of them were pretty personal, but nothing like that extreme. The thought itself sickened her to the stomach. Victoria clenched her fists intent on finding the she whore who was spreading rumors and then beat whoever it was to a pulp.
"When I get my hands on the scum bag who spread such words, I shall have there ass hanging on a plaque in my chambers.." She whispered to herself with a snarl. She could not help but feel pity on Legolas as well as herself. As a prince, a rumor like that could really do something to your image. Not that Victoria cared what people cared about her, but him she did not know. A flame of anger lit itself into her green eyes. It burned like fresh embers.
"I shall rip out there innards and keep them in jars.." She grumbled to herself.
Victoria then grinned devilishly upon the idea of maybe gathering a pack of she-elves and leading them into the bathing room. Revenge was always something she loved. If one was to ask what her favorite taste was, it would have to be the sweetness of revenge.
Getting to her feet, she stepped forward to leave but then halted when a loud creak came from under her foot. With wide eyes, Victoria slowly looked down and then gasped loudly. The wood under her foot was cracking..
Before Victoria could jump off it and from danger, her foot with a loud noise crashed through the floor.
"Fuck!" Victoria cried and then leaned down to attempt to pull her foot from the hole.
"Aren't I just the luckiest ass in the world!?" Victoria grumbled to herself sarcastically.
The elves who were below, with yelps looked up to the ceiling and grew bug eyed to see a flailing foot come through the ceiling. The small foot twisted itself quickly, intent on getting itself out of the floor but only succeeded in getting the boot to fall off. A now dainty white foot showed through the floor.
One of the elf men swam over to the boot, his eyes still on the squirming foot above. He picked up the boot and almost smiled.
"It's a woman's boot.." The elf said to his companions. They all looked up again.
Victoria was well aware they had gone silent and looking at her even though it was only her foot showing. With a yelp, She twisted her foot again, gritting her teeth at the splinters getting into her foot. A loud creak suddenly came to her ears and then more cracking..alot more cracking..She looked up once more and cursed.
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Victoria let out a loud scream as the floor around her suddenly flew past her head as she fell through the floor. Landing with a loud ungraceful splash into the pool below, Victoria could see and feel nothing but hot water around her. Before the water could spill into her lungs, she then felt the back of her tunic being pulled up.
She was lifted up from the water by the back of her tunic by a wide eyed Legolas. Victoria spit out a stream of hot water and blinked the moisture from her green eyes. But she was met with big blue ones.
"Victoria?" Legolas squeaked. She grinned an innocent grin, as the male elves lowered themselves into the water. Water poured down her body yet the prince held held her up high enough, so that her feet were not touching the ground.
"Were you spying on us..again?.." He asked through narrowed eyes. Victoria could do nothing but grin sweetly while nodding her head quite casually. He glared and then noticed that her eyes had traveled down.
Victoria's eyes grew exceptionally wide and then blushed to the point of resembling a deep red tomato. Legolas took her chin in his hand.
"Eyes up please" He commanded. He then looked to his friends who were watching the skeptical with growing interest. Legolas knew that his friend was known for getting into trouble..it seemed to fit her quite well..
"Now could you please tell me why and how you are here!?.." He asked trying to remain calm. He lowered himself into the water until he sat down, nothing but his bare chest showing.
"I..uh...came...er..to return your hair ribbon.." Victoria said proudly while holding up Legolas' hair cord. She flashed a grin trying to look convincible. Yet she knew her excuse was utterly lame. The elves who were sitting down in the pool, started to snigger. She hastily glared at them.
"And you went all the way up to the forbidden halls and then decided to make your entrance by plummeting through the ceiling..?.. " Legolas asked with an amused smirk. Victoria nodded like it was utterly natural as she crossed her arms.
"You know Victoria..I believe you would make quite good friends with a pair of two rebellious hobbit friends of mine.." The elf commented, mirth in his eyes. He then coughed and added.
"Well then.. I believe that I have had enough of bathing. Especially when our little spy here takes pride in her talent." Legolas said with an unmissable grin before motioning for Victoria to turn around, still in the water while he jumped out and tied a long towel around his waist. His friends did the same.
Victoria went over and extended the hair ribbon to Legolas. He leaned over and let his wet fingers clutch her own as he slowly took the ribbon from her hand. He never let his eye contact with her fall. The elves around were enjoying watching like an audience.
"Thank you, but next time you wish to return something of mine, please just come to my chambers." The elf prince said with a cheeky grin. She nodded and then turned away while the elves were on there way walking out of the bathing room, wrapped with robes trying to hide there white skin away from her eyes.
Victoria had to have her final say, so while they walked out, she grabbed a towel and began whipping it at there behinds emitting yelps whilst they scurried away. She snorted with laughter.
"That's right! Run away! muhaha" She countered.
But it was replaced with a grimace as she limped out of the bathing room. Legolas sighed and jogged over to her and draped a soft fluffy white robe around her wet shoulders while gently picking her up. Her large green eyes looked at him questionably with an agast expression.
Legolas went over and placed her in a soft chair. He grabbed another while pulling it in front of her.
"Legolas what are you doing?" She asked. He said nothing but pulled a needle out of his towel pocket. Before she could ask again what he as doing she gasped softly in pain, as he gently stuck it into her foot, trying to remove one of her many splinters. He looked up at her while he did so and smiled.
"You had quite a fall.." He commented with a chuckle. Victoria glared at him.
"So what did you mean, the forbidden halls?.." Victoria asked curiosity leaning in her voice. He stopped working at her foot for a moment before continuing.'
"My mothers old chambers are up there..Ever since her departure from middle earth, my father found his pain too much so he had those halls strictly forbidden.." Legolas explained and then slowed down his pace of getting a very deep splinter out of her tender skin when she gasped in pain. Victoria looked up the young elf before her and could see an aura of sadness settle over him. Yet sorrow seemed to only make him more beautiful and innocent in a sense.
Legolas then suddenly stopped. His eyes grew wide and his brows knit. Victoria looked to him with growing confusion. The prince closed his eyes and sniffed the air.
"Pray tell..but what the hell are you doing?.." Victoria asked with a dazed expression. He then smiled and spoke softly.
"Nana.." He murmured with a wistful smile. Victoria gazed with agonizing confusion. Holding her hands out at each side, she looked to him awaiting an answer.
Legolas squeezed his eyelids shut as he was thrown into a stage of nostalgia once again..
~~~~~flashback~~~~~
Little Legolas Greenleaf laid upon his mothers bed a smile upon his face. His short legs only look up half of the large white jeweled bed. His beautiful blond mother was standing at her mirror, peering into her reflection a smile on her features. The young elfling looked up when a sweet aroma filled his small nose.
"What is that prettyful smell Nana?..." The little elf asked looking to his loving mother. She turned to look at her son and approached him. She gently brought a small glass vial up to his nose. As soon as it tickled his nostrils, he let out a giggle.
"It makes my nose tickle." The elfling said. The elf woman laughed and laid a kiss upon her son's forehead and then ruffled his golden locks making him laugh.
"Yes, it does smell quite lovely..Tis my favorite.." She whispered as if keeping a secret.
"No wonder Ada loves you so much. He loves the scent" The elfling observed while flippantly swinging his short thin legs off the side of the large bed. His curious blue eyes searched the room. His mothers old bedroom was one of his favorite rooms. His beloved mother would spend hours going through the things of her childhood and other relics. She would often bring her little son up with her and place his small form on the bed to watch her.
"Look Nana! I am a warrior!" The small prince chirped wanting his mothers attention. She turned to him and laughed as her little son had pulled on her breast plate, the bottom of it reaching his stubby toes. He waddled across the room making a soft bang as he walked.
"Yes, my son..You shall be the greatest archer in all of Mirkwood.." The queen said, her eyes glittering with love. The prince's identical blue eyes twinkled immensely and she could almost see the stars form in them.
"You think so Nana?..me the greatest archer in all the Mirkwood?.." He asked with a hopeful expression. She softly pulled her armor off of him. Her husband had given it to her as a gift. There had been a war years ago. She wanted to fight, for she was a fierce warrior but Thranduil refused for the risk of her safety. He would have died of heartbreak, had something happened to her. So, he awarded her with the armor.
"Yes, my young Greenleaf..You shall be the greatest archer of all Middle earth.." The queen said picking her son up and kissing his soft cheek.
~~~~~end of flashback~~~~~
Legolas flashed back to reality when Victoria was on her feet, shaking his shoulders rather roughly. While he did so, he leaned over and smelled her skin. It was indeed his mothers perfume that he smelled.
"My mother's perfume.." Legolas whispered to her. Victoria froze and locked her large eyes with his blazing ones.
"You are wearing it.." He murmured, stating it more then a question. Victoria got up from her chair. She did not know that the room had belonged to his mothers. Legolas got up from his chair as well. Such an emotion was in her eyes..She had never seen it before..
"How dare you.." He whispered in a dangerously low tone. Victoria gulped and started to back away. He started in on her slowly. He looked fit to kill..he had gone from a caring friend to a slowly angering elf prince.
"I..I had no idea.." Victoria began trying to explain. She could hear his erratic breaths.
"You should have known better then have just intruded up there and touched her things.." He hissed edging closer to her until grabbing her arm fiercely. She tried stepping back with a whimper but he only gripped her arm tighter.It was only perfume that she was wearing..Sure, it belong to the elf princes long missed mother but still.. Victoria growled under her breath. No one..and she meant no one, not even her elf friends could do something like this and get away with it. She followed no one..She was the leader of herself..the boss of herself..no one else..
"Unhand me!" Victoria cried. She then glared and growled louder before raising her hand and smacking the elf prince across the face. He turned away and held his stinging cheek where a soft red mark was forming. It was like the imprint of her hand was branded into his flawless skin. Victoria had her fists clenched at each side if her body while she glared at him. He seemed to have snapped out of a wild trance. He looked at her with hurt eyes. The slap had so surely snapped him out of his crazed state.
"Forgive me..I know not what came over me.." He murmured trying to take her hand. She just snatched it away and turned away from him. Victoria had crossed her arms stubbornly. She was absolutely fuming. Half for what he did and half of why he was forgiving her so fast and so suddenly..
"Victoria..Ever since my mothers leaving..I felt so overprotected of her remembrance..I felt that no one should disturb what was left for me and my memories.." He explained trying to come around to face her. Victoria only turned away. He let out a sad sigh, her actions hurting him. They had become good friends. He wished not to have them be fighting again.
"If you cannot except, then I can do nothing but hope you will forgive me.." He said finally, raising his chin.
"You are special to me Victoria..but I will not plead for you to forgive me when it is you who does not understand.." He said almost defiantly. How could she possibly understand the pain of his mothers passing to the undying lands?..She had no parents after all.. There were hints of anger yet sadness in his dominating tone. Victoria whipped around and looked at him hard. Legolas squirmed under her gaze of fire. She walked over to him, not blinking even for a split moment.
"Don't understand!?..Sure I would not understand.. I mean, how could I understand being lonely and protective?..I only grew up alone..I only had myself to be with..But really, what would I understand?.." She snapped mockingly, her voice cold as ice. Legolas almost cringed and then realized what he had said. It was true..
She did understand..
Victoria's eyes set him ablaze once more before turning around to storm away down the hall, when he ran up behind her and enveloped her into his arms. Victoria was stiff and he could feel her anger pulsating like waves of heat from her body. Her arms were around her waist from behind and rested softly upon her hips.
"Once more, I have learned so much about you..Yet I have but more to know..." He said into her ear before letting go and walked away down the hall to sort out his troubled thoughts. Victoria watched him leave before walking over to a nearby wall and started to repeatedly bang her head against it in hope that enough brain cells would be destroyed so that what happened was nothing but an absurd dream..
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Rialan and Victoria were chatting to each other when one of his other companions had told him what had happened earlier that day. A group of elves were speaking to each other over dinner in the dining hall. Victoria nearly spit out her sip of wine when they mentioned her fall through the ceiling.
"You mad girl." Rialan exclaimed through his laughter. She only stuck her nose up and huffed. She then became silent when Legolas sat himself across from her to begin eating. He smiled to her and then him. She unexpectantly turned away from him, a deep flush in her usually pale cheeks.
"What ale's you Victoria?..You act as if you have seen Legolas in the nude" Rialan commented with a grin, not knowing how close he was to the truth. Much to his delight, she froze. Her mouth had opened with her eyes looking fit to fly from her eyes like released cannon balls. The whole table could not help but burst out in happy laughter. Tis only Legolas and Victoria who downcast there eyes to the table to hide there blushes.
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A/N: Finally i was able to update!! I will not update that much much to my dismay!! oh how i wish i was able to update really soon like i used to do. If you want someone to blame for me not updating quickly then blame my dad!!
namaarie and i hope you liked that chapter. R&R!!!!!