A/N: No chap yesterday for obvious reasons so today's is big too.
The Announcement
Legolas came to me, his face showing more ease than I seen of late. It pleased me, yet I was unable to comment as he was obviously keen to convey a message.
"Galadriel has had a wonderful idea." I waited patiently. Through his excitement I had to prompt him to continue.
"There will be great feast tonight in order to celebrate my return to good health."
My face lit up, truly a great idea. Such an occasion could only be good for us. Legolas needed to let his hair down and relax. I had not seen him smile freely in so long. Recently he had merely stretched his lips across his teeth in order to appease me and prevent any line of questioning over his condition. Maybe tonight would bring with it some good cheer. Legolas observed me.
"What? Why are you smiling?"
"I merely am pleased."
Legolas gave me a scathing look, blatantly unconvinced.
"Really I am, we should get ourselves ready." I tried to calm him.
"We have hours yet."
I saw where this potentially lewd conversation was going and aided it. "What shall we do then?"
A raised eyebrow was my answer. "I have one idea."
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I could not believe it; we were going to be late. Our many hours had dissolved into minutes. I watched in amazement as Legolas pulled a beautiful silver tunic violently over his head, tying it with a decided lack of care. His midnight blue leggings had already been slid on, his hair falling softly over his face, missing its traditional braids. He looked divine, even edible. I wanted him right there and then, my desire burning anew. A lot of self-restraint was in order if we were to get to the feast at all. My elf of course did not help matters.
As soon as we were both ready I headed for the doorway. Legolas pushed his way beside me, holding my face against his, kissing me passionately, teasing me. He pulled away his face breaking into a childish grin before he sprinted out of the door and down the hall. I laughed and gave chase, pointless really, he was out of my sight in seconds. It is near impossible for a man to catch an elf, harder still if they have a head start. However, this elven beauty wanted to be caught and we entered the clearing hand in hand. A welcome sight for all who beheld us, or that's what I believed.
Legolas was reunited with the rest of the fellowship, I watched as he rushed to greet them. I was still unhappy with Boromir pulling my lover into a tight embrace, but I tried to hide my discomfort; something Legolas did not. He stiffened only placing his hands upon the man when prompted, then the contact was only light. The elf carefully avoided eye contact and moved away to speak to the hobbits as soon as he could, fear etched across his face. I stepped forward to question him and see if he was well, when there was a movement to my left. Galadriel sauntered into view.
After a pleasant if not stifled conversation I was introduced to many elves I knew or cared little about, the one I focused upon stood on the other side of the large, central table. Admirers apparently surrounded him. I had learnt not to let that trouble me; I was surely not the only one to fall victim to Legolas' beauty. He looked as he always did, politely interested in everything and everyone but still moved too quickly from elf to elf to be genuinely concerned. The people he spoke with for some time where members of the fellowship, I saw Merry's wild hand gestures describing my near fall, and Pippin's real take on how many orcs had actually attacked us during our last battle. Considerately Legolas mocked surprise when told how many the pair had really taken on and slaughtered with the greatest of ease.
Not to be caught out I quickly returned my focus to the conversation I was party to, Galadriel describing the events of the last few weeks to some enthralled elven companions, I nodded and murmured when appropriate.
I was understandably relived when horns sounded the commencement of dinner. I swiftly took a seat next to the Prince of Mirkwood; we were then rapidly flanked by hobbits. Galadriel sat directly opposite provided welcome respite. In a flash of white the table was filled with all foods imaginable, each platter looking as delicious as the last. A gasp sounded the length of the huge table. Hunger took over and we all began to devour ravenously, I was pleased to see Legolas eat a admirable amount.
The free flowing wine improved conversation no end but also made me forget to Boromir. I myself was keeping pace with the one beside me on my third glass. After a number of questionable speeches there began the highlight of my evening. The dancing.
Needing a immediate infection of courage I polished off a fourth glass of ruby wine before grabbing Legolas and pulling him into my arms.
The table was cleared away with admirable speed. Legolas and I danced for seemingly hours, his graceful feet skipping over the dried leaves without making a sound. He seemed freer than he had for a long time, throwing his head in laughter as I spoke candidly of the dancing ability of hobbits. A delightful sight, I found myself wishing the night would go on forever. I couldn't hide my disappointment as it was announced that the evening would end with another speech, I was surprised to find the speaker was Galadriel herself.
She spoke of this magical night and the guests of honour, before amazingly listing the fellowship. I blushed amongst the applause as did my fellows. She went on to describe our bravery and our formidable mission. Mentioning Legolas' ailment, finally bringing all present up to date. Her final words would be imprinted in my mind forever.
"That is when they arrived in Lothlorien where I was able, even honoured to aid Legolas and restore him to health. This feast is a celebration of his recovery. Sadly the group of eight will leave us to go on in a day or two. . . "
She was interrupted by a series of sighs and groans.
". . . That is of course after Aragorn and Legolas have wed."
A/N: This is getting crazy. Maybe more tomorrow, but Saturday is more likely. Keep reviewing.
The Announcement
Legolas came to me, his face showing more ease than I seen of late. It pleased me, yet I was unable to comment as he was obviously keen to convey a message.
"Galadriel has had a wonderful idea." I waited patiently. Through his excitement I had to prompt him to continue.
"There will be great feast tonight in order to celebrate my return to good health."
My face lit up, truly a great idea. Such an occasion could only be good for us. Legolas needed to let his hair down and relax. I had not seen him smile freely in so long. Recently he had merely stretched his lips across his teeth in order to appease me and prevent any line of questioning over his condition. Maybe tonight would bring with it some good cheer. Legolas observed me.
"What? Why are you smiling?"
"I merely am pleased."
Legolas gave me a scathing look, blatantly unconvinced.
"Really I am, we should get ourselves ready." I tried to calm him.
"We have hours yet."
I saw where this potentially lewd conversation was going and aided it. "What shall we do then?"
A raised eyebrow was my answer. "I have one idea."
*************************
I could not believe it; we were going to be late. Our many hours had dissolved into minutes. I watched in amazement as Legolas pulled a beautiful silver tunic violently over his head, tying it with a decided lack of care. His midnight blue leggings had already been slid on, his hair falling softly over his face, missing its traditional braids. He looked divine, even edible. I wanted him right there and then, my desire burning anew. A lot of self-restraint was in order if we were to get to the feast at all. My elf of course did not help matters.
As soon as we were both ready I headed for the doorway. Legolas pushed his way beside me, holding my face against his, kissing me passionately, teasing me. He pulled away his face breaking into a childish grin before he sprinted out of the door and down the hall. I laughed and gave chase, pointless really, he was out of my sight in seconds. It is near impossible for a man to catch an elf, harder still if they have a head start. However, this elven beauty wanted to be caught and we entered the clearing hand in hand. A welcome sight for all who beheld us, or that's what I believed.
Legolas was reunited with the rest of the fellowship, I watched as he rushed to greet them. I was still unhappy with Boromir pulling my lover into a tight embrace, but I tried to hide my discomfort; something Legolas did not. He stiffened only placing his hands upon the man when prompted, then the contact was only light. The elf carefully avoided eye contact and moved away to speak to the hobbits as soon as he could, fear etched across his face. I stepped forward to question him and see if he was well, when there was a movement to my left. Galadriel sauntered into view.
After a pleasant if not stifled conversation I was introduced to many elves I knew or cared little about, the one I focused upon stood on the other side of the large, central table. Admirers apparently surrounded him. I had learnt not to let that trouble me; I was surely not the only one to fall victim to Legolas' beauty. He looked as he always did, politely interested in everything and everyone but still moved too quickly from elf to elf to be genuinely concerned. The people he spoke with for some time where members of the fellowship, I saw Merry's wild hand gestures describing my near fall, and Pippin's real take on how many orcs had actually attacked us during our last battle. Considerately Legolas mocked surprise when told how many the pair had really taken on and slaughtered with the greatest of ease.
Not to be caught out I quickly returned my focus to the conversation I was party to, Galadriel describing the events of the last few weeks to some enthralled elven companions, I nodded and murmured when appropriate.
I was understandably relived when horns sounded the commencement of dinner. I swiftly took a seat next to the Prince of Mirkwood; we were then rapidly flanked by hobbits. Galadriel sat directly opposite provided welcome respite. In a flash of white the table was filled with all foods imaginable, each platter looking as delicious as the last. A gasp sounded the length of the huge table. Hunger took over and we all began to devour ravenously, I was pleased to see Legolas eat a admirable amount.
The free flowing wine improved conversation no end but also made me forget to Boromir. I myself was keeping pace with the one beside me on my third glass. After a number of questionable speeches there began the highlight of my evening. The dancing.
Needing a immediate infection of courage I polished off a fourth glass of ruby wine before grabbing Legolas and pulling him into my arms.
The table was cleared away with admirable speed. Legolas and I danced for seemingly hours, his graceful feet skipping over the dried leaves without making a sound. He seemed freer than he had for a long time, throwing his head in laughter as I spoke candidly of the dancing ability of hobbits. A delightful sight, I found myself wishing the night would go on forever. I couldn't hide my disappointment as it was announced that the evening would end with another speech, I was surprised to find the speaker was Galadriel herself.
She spoke of this magical night and the guests of honour, before amazingly listing the fellowship. I blushed amongst the applause as did my fellows. She went on to describe our bravery and our formidable mission. Mentioning Legolas' ailment, finally bringing all present up to date. Her final words would be imprinted in my mind forever.
"That is when they arrived in Lothlorien where I was able, even honoured to aid Legolas and restore him to health. This feast is a celebration of his recovery. Sadly the group of eight will leave us to go on in a day or two. . . "
She was interrupted by a series of sighs and groans.
". . . That is of course after Aragorn and Legolas have wed."
A/N: This is getting crazy. Maybe more tomorrow, but Saturday is more likely. Keep reviewing.