Disclaimer: I do not own Lord of the Rings, which is a crying shame but what the hell.

A/N: Sorry I haven't posted for a while but I have got caught up in my other fic and the one I'm co-writing with Kat. I hate to say this but Fire Heart is coming to an end very soon because the storylines are getting repetitive and I just can't think of anything else to do with it. Quit while you're ahead.

BTW Whenever two elves are talking its in elvish unless otherwise stated.

Safe in the young but nevertheless tall saplings of the newly planted mallorn trees were sat Legolas and Kĩyara. The silvery light that haunted Lumenn reflected in Legolas' bright blue eyes, Kĩyara looked at his lips, which were tantalizingly close. He smiled at the expression of longing on her face and slowly leaned forward, ignoring the pain in his shoulder. Kĩyara moved her head to meet his lips but laughing softly he kissed her neck. He felt her hand entangle itself in his hair and gently pull him away. He looked at her Kĩyara smiled seductively and pushed him back onto the soft pallet of feathers. Legolas noted her look of anguish when he winced with the pain in his shoulder. Muttering her sorrows she leaned forward over him and kissed his ear working slowly and teasingly down to his lips. The kiss was deep and heart felt.

"It's been far too long." Legolas murmured against Kĩyara's lips.

She nodded resting her forehead against her husbands. Her hand traced the line of his cheekbone and jaw, little by little working down his neck to the collar of his shirt. Gradually Kĩyara began to strip the material away, mischievously kissing and teasing him with her lips and hands. Legolas moaned softly as to be hardly heard at all and Kĩyara returned to his soft and welcoming lips. She hadn't felt like this for many weeks and now it was perfect, just the two of them together.

They kissed again and Legolas let his hands wander over her shoulder pulling away the leaf green dress, her skin was soft under his fingertips and it made him want her even more. The pain he felt was pushed to the back of his mind by the yearning for Kĩyara and the things she was making him feel. He loved her for what she was and what she wasn't, but now all he could see were her bright green eyes looking at him like there was no on else in the world. He slid his hands to her hips and began to move her against him through the material of her dress. She moaned in his ear.

Kĩyara couldn't help but be overcome by him beneath her. One hand was squeezing the mattress below her in an attempt to control herself and the other was entangled in her husbands blonde hair. Just as she felt she could take no more of this teasing something happened that would stop her dead.

It was a voice she hadn't heard for over two thousand years, one she wanted to hear again, but not now please not now…

"Kĩyara?"

Both husband and wife look around guiltily, faces still pressed cheek to cheek. Nervously Kĩyara spoke.

"Lanien."

Legolas looked at the elf that was stood there. He was tall with dark hair like Kĩyara's but his eyes were grey. He looked stern and at the moment furious. Legolas' heart fell; from all that he had felt seconds ago now he was like this she had kept secrets again.

"Kĩyara who's this?"

Kĩyara rolled off him and lay with her eyes closed on the bed next to him.

"He's my brother, I'm sorry."

Legolas shook his head and got up pulling his shirt on. He could hear Kĩyara beginning to plead but she was cut short by her brother's voice.

"Don't be sorry Kĩ. It's not your fault."

"Oh it is Lanien. You don't understand."

"I think I do. You haven't told him who you are or he wouldn't have let you do what I just witnessed."

Kĩyara rose, her face showing her anger.

"You're doing it again! Always presuming you know best! You haven't changed a bit!"

It was like looking in a mirror Legolas thought; he took the bait just like Kĩyara.

"You have! Throwing yourself unmarried on men, you never did that before!"

"Because you hadn't abandoned me then!"

"I thought you would have showed your family more respect. You're not married and I find you doing that! And with a bloodline like yours, I thought you knew better. You've forsaken your family, your name and your way of life."

He looked deadly serious. Legolas watched silently. He was still angry with her but he was also interested. How would she answer that? Kĩyara was looking at the floor, her dress hanging off her shoulder and her hair a mess. He had to admit she looked like a woman with no shred of decorum.

"I have done none of that brother. Your name is no longer mine and I have my own way of life. Lanien I'm married to him."

There was silence. Eventually Kĩyara spoke desperately

"Say something please!"

Lanien shook his head.

"We always agreed that I'd find you a husband."

"Well you weren't there were you?! I have a heart of my own."

Lanien swallowed his face was forced into a civil smile.

"Well that I cannot deny. Will you introduce you me to your chosen one then?"

"Lanien this is my husband Legolas Greenleaf."

Those two final words caused more reaction than Legolas had yet seen. Even he recoiled as Lanien shouted and Kĩyara visibly flinched. So it seemed there was one person who could control her.

"A Greenleaf from Mirkwood?"

"Ye…yes."

"Kĩyara you realise he is a grey elf don't you? Please tell me you don't."

Legolas felt anger rising. There were few that still differentiated between the elvish races. But he was horribly aware that Kĩyara had bloodlines that went back to the days of the Valar.

"I do Lanien and I love him."

"You do not know what love is Kĩyara."

"You have no right to say that to me. I know because I have gone beyond it. We pardon to the extent that we love. Loving is knowing that even when you are alone you will never be lonely again. And great happiness of life is the conviction that we are loved. Loved for ourselves. And even loved in spite of our selves. Lanien I knew you would do this, he is an elf like you and like me so what of his mother and father?"

"You could have gained so much from a proper match though Kĩyara!"

"More than I have now? A husband who loves me through everything, lands of immeasurable splendour and three beautiful children? Lanien love is nothing to do with what you expect to get – only with what you are expecting to give – which is everything."

"Children?"

"You have two nephews and a niece."

Lanien gaped at her.

"Find me when you've thought about what you've done."

With that he turned away and walked out.

A/N: So what do ya all think? I didn't like it much but there you go. Any suggestions are welcome if worded carefully!