Disclaimer: I don't own or have anything to with lotr etc. etc. You all get the idea? Comprendé? Kapisch? Good. Oh Clannad, I don't know them either but their songs are good for my story. THIS CHAPTER IS R RATED. Just so you know.

Summary: Kĩyara reacts typically to Kai's attack and Legolas gives her an ultimatum. Just read and review dammit. Sorry, please.

A/N: THANK YOU SO MUCH TO KAT FOR HER HELP ON THIS CHAPTER!! (coz she wrote most of it) Even though you had to turn from your yaoi ways it was worth it. Thank you!!!

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Kĩyara ran wildly out of the hall and along corridors. Instinct took over and led her feet to the only place she felt at home. She threw open the huge door that led to the courtyard. Outside, outside she could understand. Outside she could trust.

The storm that had been threatening to burst for the past two hours rolled over Érinan Lethainne. The rain lashed down in torrents and the dark towering clouds bore down relentlessly.

Kĩyara was soaked to the skin before she had gone four steps. Her dress was plastered to her body in sodden swathes and her hair dripped. The ferocious storm didn't stop her flight. Her light satin shoes went to shreds and the mud splattered up under her flying feet.

Thunder rolled. She didn't hear the feet behind her gaining. Her emotions were drowning her pulling her along inexorably through the rapids. A hand grabbed her wrist to turn her. Kĩyara whirled around fist raised to strike. She froze mid-swing. It was Legolas. He too was drenched and mud stained. Kĩyara looked into his eyes searching them. She sobbed and turned to run once more, gathering her dress. He shouted in elvish to her.

"Kĩyara you run out of that gate, I won't follow. You hear me! I won't follow you!"

Kĩyara wavered to a halt in the pouring rain. The ultimatum hung in the air, not said out right but nevertheless meant. She turned around and looked at him again; walking slowly back she looked deep into his eyes.

For nearly a minute she stood there just looking. Then she cried out and put her hand to her mouth. "You mean it don't you." Tears sprang to her eyes lost in the rain already streaming down her face.

Legolas nodded slowly, he was sombre yet resolute. The look of disbelief and sorrow on her face was unbearable, he reached out to her. She shook her head and moved back.

"No!" She shouted desperately.

"Kĩyara you can't always run!" Legolas retaliated. He was rarely so fraught. She said nothing.

"Something's you have to face! Remember when we met? You tried to run then! I get caught in your wake! You don't consider anyone but yourself! It's so hard to love you! You always flee!"

"I don't! I don't!" Kĩyara shouted as if repeating it would make it true.

"You do."

Kĩyara's shoulders shook as she cried. Legolas reached out once again. She let him pull her to him. She clutched at him fiercely, her fingers digging through his clothes.

"Come on let's get out of the rain alayen." He murmured in her ear.

He led her to the warm dry straw barn and sat her on a bale of hay. He sat beside her and she immediately nestled into his side. The drumming of the rain on the roof was all that could be heard. After a while he spoke.

"Kĩyara I understand what your instincts tell you to do at times like this but now isn't the time to run."

"I…I can't help it, I don't understand why." She sounded totally destitute. The flood of emotions had now left her high and dry on the shore.

Legolas squeezed her shoulder.

"Neither do I, but you've not to take flight anymore. We've been through too much together already without you tearing my heart in two. When you're like this I don't know what to do. It hurts me to see you in this state, you've no idea how much, but you won't let me be strong for you. You're determined to do it yourself but everyone needs someone else at times. Please just let me help you now. Please Kĩyara." He hugged her tighter.

When she spoke her voice was tiny and muffled.

"I need you Legolas. I mean it."

She looked up at him with tear red eyes and buried her head in his shoulder.

When she looked back at him she continued.

"I'm selfish, I take and I don't give. All you've ever done is love me and I abuse it by pretending not to care. But I do, I care so much. I don't want to hurt you but you get lost in my emotions. I swear I'll never forget you again. It just all happens to me."

"It does alayen. Your not selfish, you give more than you know about. Your just built in extremes, your never just a little bit of something, it's all or nothing. That's why I can always love you because I just remember the good bits."

She smiled sadly at him for a long time. "You're the closest thing to perfection I've ever seen Legolas."

She kissed him lovingly then rested her head on his chest. Legolas could hear her begin to sing under her breath. It was one he'd never heard before. The sweet melodies seemed to wrap around her words, so even though no instruments were playing it sounded like the very meaning of the song was played aloud.

How gentle was the breeze that surrounded the way

How loud the sea roar on the four winds everyday

Sharing love, wounded gifts from ancient times long ago

Together they sealed the love we know

We'll treasure all the secrets of life's changing scenes

Where our hearts were warm with love

Will the flowers grow again as open out my hand?

Precious time

Time for healing

In the beauty of this land

How wild the mountains that stare as they guard our everyway

Take for granted noble hearts in the golden age that's flown

Between us recall a strong road we've known

Where the flowers will grow again as open out my hand.

Legolas watched entranced as she opened her clenched fist, there resting on it was a perfect flower head. She smiled and blew it gently, sending red petals floating down in a gentle dance. Then so quietly it was barely heard she said

"I came here to heal."

Legolas looked at her tear streaked face and bedraggled hair. She looked weary and forlorn. The weight of the world was on her shoulders. He felt himself instinctively reach out, but he stopped. He was confused, his emotions swinging from one to the other. He didn't know whether to be angry or supportive, sad or loving. He looked to her for a sign.

"I need you now Legolas. Just hold me, please." She breathed.

So he did. Legolas let her nestle into his chest, cocooning her with his strong arms. He gently brushed the sodden tendrils of hair from her face and scooped them behind her ears. He listened to the sound of her rhythmic breathing and the calm rise and fall of her chest.

The feelings crept over him, spreading through his body. They tumbled over each other and affected every part of him until he was so aware of her body next to him he couldn't help himself. Legolas lowered his head to nuzzle her neck. Gradually he moved his lips higher, caressing her soft skin. He moved his hands to her back to hold her against him, he could feel her soft curves through the material and it drove him crazy. 

Kĩyara brought her hand up to the back of his neck, content with running her hands through his hair for a while. Eventually she moved her head away and pressed her lips against his. Kĩyara's hand slid across Legolas' face and down the side of hid neck onto his chest. She parted her lips to kiss her husband more deeply.

Gently Legolas pushed her backwards into the soft bed of straw and moved his body over her. He smiled down at her deceivingly innocent face and sparkling eyes. She reached up and pulled him down to rest on his elbows, he kissed her again, the warmth of it imprinted in his mind. Legolas could feel Kĩyara's graceful hands dexterously begin to unfasten his tunic.

The clasps relented and she began to pull it off, her hands sliding across his exposed skin sending powerful sensations coursing through him. When the tunic was lying on the floor beside them Legolas delicately lifted Kĩyara's ruined dress over her head and dropped it in a sodden heap so she was lying in nothing but her soft shift. She closed her eyes in ecstasy as he let his hands caress her bare skin.

Her breathing was deep and her hands were clenched in self-control. Kĩyara opened her eyes and looked straight at Legolas. He laughed softly, there was no demure innocence there now.

Kĩyara smiled back at her lover with an expression that beamed happiness, saying that just being in his presence was an honour enough. Closing her eyes gently, her delicate eyelashes clashing, she pressed another kiss to Legolas' lips, but this time she made it more passionate, showing to herself and her blonde husband that she could make things progress.

Legolas felt a stream of relief fall through him as his wife deepened the kiss; the relief that Kĩyara had not walked through those gates and out of his life forever, for he knew full well that he'd never be able to live on without her. Every day that he would've lived would have been a lie, pulling through by making himself think that he could do without her. Although his body and mind could've said to him every waking second 'you do not need her', his heart would've always told him different. He smiled to himself.

The female brunette was the first to break the kiss, looking back into Legolas' passion clouded eyes that were like her own.

"Say that you forgive me…please?"

Legolas nodded softly. "I could never stay mad at you, even though the fights and arguments we endure are ruthless, we should both know they mean nothing."

Kĩyara's face brightened even more than it could and she wrapped her arms around her husband's neck in a tight hug, at the same time, whispering alluringly into his ear "I love you".

"I love you too," Legolas returned the hug.

The brunette knew inside her heart, that she had made the right choice coming back. Even though at that moment in the pouring rain when she had contemplated leaving forever and having nothing more to do with anything, she had been torn between that and the other choice of staying. All the seconds passing by had been another turmoil between her heart and her mind, but in the end, her heart had won. And right now, Kĩyara was glad it had.

Legolas' hands came to a stop behind Kĩyara's back after their wandering and he rested himself over her, enticing a moan from the female beneath him. A routine once nearly forgotten because of an argument coming back to life was about to endure.

"Please, Legolas…" Kĩyara asked with pleading eyes. "Will you take me?"

A chill ran up Legolas' spine and with half lidded eyes he nodded softly. "You don't ever have to ask," He assured. "You don't ever have to ask."

The two met lips again in a soft kiss that said more than words ever could before Legolas, with all the extra care that he always used around her, guided himself into Kĩyara, settling between her legs.

As if on cue, the two elicited moans that echoed throughout the barn and Kĩyara felt inclined to grasp at the hay beneath her, fists clenched. Legolas began a steady movement, letting his lust take over his body and actions as if he were possessed.

Passion rolled through Kĩyara's thoughts as she squeezed her eyes shut, clouding her mind with imaginative pictures of how Legolas was making her feel. How she wondered why she had almost left the one she loved more than life itself because of her stubborn nature, left all this behind because of what she thought different.

A throaty groan escaped from between Legolas' lips and he passionately kissed his lover, showing how much she truly meant to him. Kĩyara's body bucked against his, passion rising like heat from a fire, all the while encouraging him to go harder to show her just how much she was loved.

"Legolas…" Kĩyara hissed through clenched teeth, throwing her head back against the hay, sweat beginning to lace her forehead in a glistening sheet.

The blonde felt the warmth growing through his body; starting right from the bottom and working it's way up to the peak, spreading the sensation of his activities like it were new to him. Kĩyara couldn't help but writhe beneath Legolas, it seemed like an involuntary reaction that she couldn't ignore. She encouraged him on further, calling out his name and sweet whisperings of lust, whilst unruly hands scathed the area of his back.

It was Legolas' turn to call out his lover's name as he felt a burst of tingling energy through him and he moaned against Kĩyara's neck as he kissed it heatedly, sweat too covering his face. He knew he was near, vastly gaining.

Thoughts and imaginations were racing through each other's minds, images of passion and love dancing upon lidded eyes. Legolas wondered how he could've ever let this go, and Kĩyara contemplated with herself in a second all this that she should be missing, should she have run away. But as it would happen, love overcame them, pure lust shining like bright rays.

Legolas moaned sensually and loudly as he reached his peak, and waves of pleasure span through him like waves against the ocean's shore, all the time whispering incoherent to anyone but Kĩyara's ears 'I love you'.

Feeling her husband spend, the brunette gave one last final attempt and pushed herself to her limits to follow Legolas' suit. She did, and with a gentle saying of his name, they both fell together on the soft hay, collapsing with shallow and laboured breathing the only sounds to be heard throughout the whole barn.

Kĩyara glanced momentarily into Legolas' eyes and smiled softly. Legolas placed a gentle kiss to Kĩyara's forehead. The two stayed still in each other's arms until they fell asleep, love cascading around the barn like it was meant to be.

Legolas' voice wandered in sleep. "I don't ever want to lose you, Kĩyara, I love you."

"Don't worry, I'm not going anywhere without you," A gentle whisper ran across the air in the barn, laden with sleep, but with affection. "I love you too…"

A/N: It's all Kat's fault! *holds up hands* I take no responsibility. But it was good wasn't it? Hmm? Personally I looooovvvvveeeed it! YAYAYAYAYAY!! *hugs kat till she turns the colour of the castle hall school, which is BLUE so very BLUE*