A/N: Ok, not too bad, it's only a days since I last updated, pretty good
huh?
He's Back
The whole day had been a blur, despite the fact I was one of the two main points of focus, everything seemed to happen around me. I, myself, did very little, my chief duty merely sitting on the edge of a bed, having others fuss around and over me. It was actually quite pleasant to be the centre of attention; it is rare anyone frets over me so. My garments were brought in with worrying haste, Anor setting fast in the sky. The time approached, my elven companions all the more anxious. Legolas' choice of outfit was perfect, though a little hugging in strategic places. The satin felt smooth and soft against my bare skin, sliding over it as I moved.
I was just pondering over what my groom would wear when I was near dragged out the door. Someone had evidently spread the vicious rumour we were late. The whole building was in uproar. I, a tad calmer than my accompaniers (though now I believe I was in shock) refused steadfastly to run, determined my entrance should be one of serenity and grace.
No amount of self-enforced calm could have prepared me for the sight of the clearing or my beloved waiting patiently, yet nervously for me on the raised centre platform. I smiled at how he paced, I would probably do the same if I were allowed to do so. However, I was blessed with a fleeting moment to look closer at him.
His hair flowed like liquid gold down his back, shining in the failing light. He wore no jacket, but a white shirt hung loosely over him, tucked into form fitting trousers. My eyes lingered over the ties of the shirt; he had not tied them completely. Deliberate? I had little time to decide, but licked my lips at the tiny piece of perfect chest that showed. He looked like an angel, a celestial being that had fallen from heaven into my arms. Completely infallible, and absolutely faultless. He smiled after seeing me, and my strong legs swayed in a desperate attempt to keep me standing.
I was led courteously, but determinedly up the stairs by Haldir who had arrived with Legolas. Strange, he did not seem to exhibit the joy that most others seemed to. I stepped, sure footed onto the wooden platform where I was all too swiftly married, the only pause occurring when I was asked to consent. The hesitation was certainly not through any lack of surety. I had intended to agree without thought, yet I was suddenly hit with the magnitude of the situation. I was marrying the man I loved. We would be joined as one. Forever.
I looked down at the expectant faces, hundreds of them, all familiar. Friends, family, acquaintances, all of them wishing us the very best and happy for me. As I looked back to my husband-to-be, he dropped his head. I could not believe my luck. Even my foster father, the father of my previously betrothed had accepted my love and wished me happiness. I was crying now, completely unashamed. When Legolas looked up again, I could see to my horror he thought I was having second thoughts. I answered quickly, cramming as much love and conviction as I could into those two tiny words.
The kiss was an explosion, both tenderness and passion. The pent up love poured into our actions, we were now official, accepted, right. We needed to hide from no-one.
Our passion lasted long into the night as we retired not long after the start of the next day, our first day as a married couple. I laid Legolas down upon the bed, taking my time undressing him and devouring his still form. He, I fear, had other ideas. Batting my hands away he pulled me onto him, smothering my mouth with his. In one swift motion, he flipped us, now pinning me between his thighs. He leant over, whispering seductively into my ear.
"You are too much of a tease my love, I shall have to take what I want from you."
With that, my face broke into a broad smile.
In fact, I was still wearing that smile nine hours later that morning.
*************************
I shouldn't really have been so happy, we were preparing horses to press on deep into Mordor to destroy the ring responsible for all evil in Middle Earth. A great and dangerous task, the fate of Middle Earth in our hands. Though I cannot lie, with the thought of Legolas back by my side, back to health, now my partner, I felt all the more stronger, the burden a little less heavy.
Seeing him back in tunic and leggings, daggers sheathed and bow and quiver on his back, was both a delightful and terrifying sight. He was back to health, but would now risk his life once more with the rest of us, again facing the dangers that had almost killed him.
He seemed to sense my fear and with a reassuring wink and smile he pulled Frodo onto his horse with him, tickling the protesting figure. He grabbed the reins and with a commanding cry, his horse charged off onto the forest. Gimli looked over to me from his horse with Boromir and grinned.
"He's back." And with that the horse galloped on to catch the elf.
I waited a moment before following.
"Yes, he truly is."
A/N: I thought the pair deserved a couple nice endings before it's back to all the cliff hanger stuff. As book readers will know, they have a big battle before them. I'm still wondering whether I will actually kill Boromir or not. Please keep reviewing - it keeps me going.
He's Back
The whole day had been a blur, despite the fact I was one of the two main points of focus, everything seemed to happen around me. I, myself, did very little, my chief duty merely sitting on the edge of a bed, having others fuss around and over me. It was actually quite pleasant to be the centre of attention; it is rare anyone frets over me so. My garments were brought in with worrying haste, Anor setting fast in the sky. The time approached, my elven companions all the more anxious. Legolas' choice of outfit was perfect, though a little hugging in strategic places. The satin felt smooth and soft against my bare skin, sliding over it as I moved.
I was just pondering over what my groom would wear when I was near dragged out the door. Someone had evidently spread the vicious rumour we were late. The whole building was in uproar. I, a tad calmer than my accompaniers (though now I believe I was in shock) refused steadfastly to run, determined my entrance should be one of serenity and grace.
No amount of self-enforced calm could have prepared me for the sight of the clearing or my beloved waiting patiently, yet nervously for me on the raised centre platform. I smiled at how he paced, I would probably do the same if I were allowed to do so. However, I was blessed with a fleeting moment to look closer at him.
His hair flowed like liquid gold down his back, shining in the failing light. He wore no jacket, but a white shirt hung loosely over him, tucked into form fitting trousers. My eyes lingered over the ties of the shirt; he had not tied them completely. Deliberate? I had little time to decide, but licked my lips at the tiny piece of perfect chest that showed. He looked like an angel, a celestial being that had fallen from heaven into my arms. Completely infallible, and absolutely faultless. He smiled after seeing me, and my strong legs swayed in a desperate attempt to keep me standing.
I was led courteously, but determinedly up the stairs by Haldir who had arrived with Legolas. Strange, he did not seem to exhibit the joy that most others seemed to. I stepped, sure footed onto the wooden platform where I was all too swiftly married, the only pause occurring when I was asked to consent. The hesitation was certainly not through any lack of surety. I had intended to agree without thought, yet I was suddenly hit with the magnitude of the situation. I was marrying the man I loved. We would be joined as one. Forever.
I looked down at the expectant faces, hundreds of them, all familiar. Friends, family, acquaintances, all of them wishing us the very best and happy for me. As I looked back to my husband-to-be, he dropped his head. I could not believe my luck. Even my foster father, the father of my previously betrothed had accepted my love and wished me happiness. I was crying now, completely unashamed. When Legolas looked up again, I could see to my horror he thought I was having second thoughts. I answered quickly, cramming as much love and conviction as I could into those two tiny words.
The kiss was an explosion, both tenderness and passion. The pent up love poured into our actions, we were now official, accepted, right. We needed to hide from no-one.
Our passion lasted long into the night as we retired not long after the start of the next day, our first day as a married couple. I laid Legolas down upon the bed, taking my time undressing him and devouring his still form. He, I fear, had other ideas. Batting my hands away he pulled me onto him, smothering my mouth with his. In one swift motion, he flipped us, now pinning me between his thighs. He leant over, whispering seductively into my ear.
"You are too much of a tease my love, I shall have to take what I want from you."
With that, my face broke into a broad smile.
In fact, I was still wearing that smile nine hours later that morning.
*************************
I shouldn't really have been so happy, we were preparing horses to press on deep into Mordor to destroy the ring responsible for all evil in Middle Earth. A great and dangerous task, the fate of Middle Earth in our hands. Though I cannot lie, with the thought of Legolas back by my side, back to health, now my partner, I felt all the more stronger, the burden a little less heavy.
Seeing him back in tunic and leggings, daggers sheathed and bow and quiver on his back, was both a delightful and terrifying sight. He was back to health, but would now risk his life once more with the rest of us, again facing the dangers that had almost killed him.
He seemed to sense my fear and with a reassuring wink and smile he pulled Frodo onto his horse with him, tickling the protesting figure. He grabbed the reins and with a commanding cry, his horse charged off onto the forest. Gimli looked over to me from his horse with Boromir and grinned.
"He's back." And with that the horse galloped on to catch the elf.
I waited a moment before following.
"Yes, he truly is."
A/N: I thought the pair deserved a couple nice endings before it's back to all the cliff hanger stuff. As book readers will know, they have a big battle before them. I'm still wondering whether I will actually kill Boromir or not. Please keep reviewing - it keeps me going.