"And my axe!" proclaimed Gimli, walking from his seat and standing grudgingly next to Legolas, although he allowed a large gap between his shoulder and Legolas' waist.
"You carry the fate of us all little one," declared Boromir joining Gimli at his side, "If this is the indeed the full of the council, then Gondor shall see it done!"
"Hey! Mr. Frodo isn't going anywhere without me!" cried another Hobbit who had been hiding in the bushes framing the Council.
"So I see, as it is hardly possible to separate you even when he is summoned to a secret council and you are not!" commented Elrond, surveying the Hobbit before him with half amusement.
"Oy! We're coming too!" blazoned two more Hobbits, hiding behind two, tall columns.
"You'll have to send us home tied in a sack to stop us!" cried one of them, running up next to Frodo .
"Anyway, you need people of intelligence in this sort of meson, quest, thing!" faltered the other Hobbit, trying to sound as convincing as possible.
"Well that rules you out Pip!" muttered the first Hobbit to the second.
"Could I come, or are women not allowed to go on quarries too?"
Came a voice from behind Legolas. All heads turned towards Lalwen, who was standing in front of her seat, one eyebrow raised.
"Lady Ninquelóte, this journey will be a dangerous one." countered Elrond, his eyes sparkling, as if he knew better than to argue with Lalwen, which he did, "the standards will hardly be up to the expectations of a princess!"
Lalwen arched one eyebrow, again, whilst smirking profusely, seeing Elrond's almost teasing manner.
"Yes, I know."
"And you are still willing to come?" rebutted Elrond, already knowing the response.
"Yes, I am." Lalwen replied, stepping boldly forward to stand with the men. Gimli snorted disapprovingly. Lalwen stared at him scornfully, then looked away, shaking her head slowly, another wide smirk on her face.
"Ten companions!" Elrond murmured, gazing at the group in front of him, "So be it! You shall be the Fellowship of the ring!
"Great!" cried on of the younger Hobbits.
"Where are we going?" asked the other one.
Legolas starred at Lalwen for a minute, his mouth slightly open. She glanced over at him, grinning.
"Can I help you, Greenleaf?" she asked haughtily. Maikamacilion and Quelletarmaion laughed at her mock-superiority.
"You found yourself a good one, Legs," mumbled Maikamacilion, but just loud enough for Lalwen's sensitive ears to hear.
"Oh? Has he?" she flouted good-naturally, hands on hips.
"But of course, milady!" Maikamacilion replied, bowing low. She glared at him with her eyebrows raised, then burst out laughing.
"Where did you find this Legolas?" she laughed, pointed her thumb at Maikamacilion, "A ditch in Bree? Or perhaps on the side of a road, begging for food?"
Several chuckles followed Lalwen's snide remark, and Legolas grinned mischievously, noticing that Lalwen harbored no hard feelings against him.
"No, I found him in a hole, just outside Mordor," Legolas replied, smirking.
Maikamacilion put on a countenance of parodied aspersion, then stomped away, closely followed by a howling Quelletarmaion. Lalwen chuckled softly, and was about to follow the last of the remaining council members out of the entrance way, when Legolas caught her arm.
"Errm....Lalwen?"
She glanced back at him, one eyebrow raised.
"Hmm?"
Legolas looked at his feet, before mumbling,
"Umm... about yesterday..." but Lalwen didn't let him finish.
"Don't worry about it," she murmured, putting one warm hand to his cheek, and smiling reassuringly, "the more I thought about it," 'She'd thought about it?!' "I felt it was very sweet of you,"
Legolas felt his cheeks burning. Lalwen laughed out right at his reaction to her words.
"Oh! You!" she growled, giving him a big, one-armed hug, and kissing him lightly on his scarlet cheek. She glanced up at his face, which had now turned a lovely shade of purple.
"Come on! I'll explain what I was supposed to explain yesterday, you know," she trailed off, "about my wings, and all?"
"Oh ya...." Legolas replied, before a grin split over his face, and he extended his arm to Lalwen.
"Milady," he drawled, smirking arrogantly. Lalwen sneered.
"You self centered ninny," she scoffed, before she burst into levity as Legolas scooped her up, and ran merrily off with a giggling Lalwen in his arms.
He stopped in Rivendell's garden, wheezing slightly from the run. Lalwen was laughing so hard, her cheeks were turning bright pink.
"You.....dolt....." she gasped, clutching her stomach. Legolas grinned. Lalwen stuck out her tongue at him. He growled deep in his throat, advancing on her menacingly. She screamed ad-libly, putting her hands over her eyes, before giggling brightly. Legolas snarled, and pounced, seizing her ornate, little body in his strong embrace. This made Lalwen laugh harder, her head falling onto Legolas' shoulder. He stopped laughing. Something had just twisted in his middle; a burning sensation, spreading it's tingling fingers through his entire body. Lalwen was giggling into his chest, her warm breath tickling his skin. He sighed, leaning his head onto her shoulder. She'd stopped laughing now, but she was still breathing into his tunic.
"Legolas?" she whispered. He didn't reply. Instead, Legolas' lips found her neck, and they planted soft kisses there. She gasped, not in surprise, but in some other emotion. Legolas' lips continued there quest, hungrily descending to Lalwen's shoulder, then back up to her neck. She murmured something that Legolas chose to ignore. He nipped lightly at Lalwen's skin, his tongue darting out here and there to taste her throat.
"Cundo ninya!" Lalwen moaned softly, snuggling into Legolas' chest, as he nibbled on her earlobe, and sucked the sensitive skin between her neck and collarbone. Suddenly, painfully, Lalwen pulled out of Legolas' arms. He growled, and groped for her body, but she sighed, and murmured,
"Legolas, we can't,"
Legolas caught Lalwen' eyes in his own, desperately discerning if she didn't want this as much as he did. Legolas could see the torment in Lalwen's green eyes.
"Why?" was all he managed to whisper, feeling the grief seething inside him as he refused to maintain eye contact. He loved her. He knew that, and as far as he could see, Lalwen saw him as more than a mere friend, so why had she pulled away?
"Oh, Legolas," she sniffed, seeing his pain, and stepping forward to hug him, "we're about to go on a long journey together, and we can't let anything between us interfere," Legolas clasped Lalwen to his chest as she put her arms back around him, clutching her as tightly as he could to his trembling body.
"Melánëlda," Legolas whispered, nuzzling Lalwen's neck with his nose.
"I know," was all she replied.
"Símen nin," he whispered, looking at Lalwen with darkened eyes.
"Ni yéva" she replied, stroking his cheek with one hand.
Legolas caught it up and placed light kisses all over it.
"Namarie, melánlda," Lalwen whispered. Legolas' mouth found her's, and softly, kissed it, nothing passionate, just purely out of love. Then, she pulled away, with tears in her eyes, turned and left the garden.
"You carry the fate of us all little one," declared Boromir joining Gimli at his side, "If this is the indeed the full of the council, then Gondor shall see it done!"
"Hey! Mr. Frodo isn't going anywhere without me!" cried another Hobbit who had been hiding in the bushes framing the Council.
"So I see, as it is hardly possible to separate you even when he is summoned to a secret council and you are not!" commented Elrond, surveying the Hobbit before him with half amusement.
"Oy! We're coming too!" blazoned two more Hobbits, hiding behind two, tall columns.
"You'll have to send us home tied in a sack to stop us!" cried one of them, running up next to Frodo .
"Anyway, you need people of intelligence in this sort of meson, quest, thing!" faltered the other Hobbit, trying to sound as convincing as possible.
"Well that rules you out Pip!" muttered the first Hobbit to the second.
"Could I come, or are women not allowed to go on quarries too?"
Came a voice from behind Legolas. All heads turned towards Lalwen, who was standing in front of her seat, one eyebrow raised.
"Lady Ninquelóte, this journey will be a dangerous one." countered Elrond, his eyes sparkling, as if he knew better than to argue with Lalwen, which he did, "the standards will hardly be up to the expectations of a princess!"
Lalwen arched one eyebrow, again, whilst smirking profusely, seeing Elrond's almost teasing manner.
"Yes, I know."
"And you are still willing to come?" rebutted Elrond, already knowing the response.
"Yes, I am." Lalwen replied, stepping boldly forward to stand with the men. Gimli snorted disapprovingly. Lalwen stared at him scornfully, then looked away, shaking her head slowly, another wide smirk on her face.
"Ten companions!" Elrond murmured, gazing at the group in front of him, "So be it! You shall be the Fellowship of the ring!
"Great!" cried on of the younger Hobbits.
"Where are we going?" asked the other one.
Legolas starred at Lalwen for a minute, his mouth slightly open. She glanced over at him, grinning.
"Can I help you, Greenleaf?" she asked haughtily. Maikamacilion and Quelletarmaion laughed at her mock-superiority.
"You found yourself a good one, Legs," mumbled Maikamacilion, but just loud enough for Lalwen's sensitive ears to hear.
"Oh? Has he?" she flouted good-naturally, hands on hips.
"But of course, milady!" Maikamacilion replied, bowing low. She glared at him with her eyebrows raised, then burst out laughing.
"Where did you find this Legolas?" she laughed, pointed her thumb at Maikamacilion, "A ditch in Bree? Or perhaps on the side of a road, begging for food?"
Several chuckles followed Lalwen's snide remark, and Legolas grinned mischievously, noticing that Lalwen harbored no hard feelings against him.
"No, I found him in a hole, just outside Mordor," Legolas replied, smirking.
Maikamacilion put on a countenance of parodied aspersion, then stomped away, closely followed by a howling Quelletarmaion. Lalwen chuckled softly, and was about to follow the last of the remaining council members out of the entrance way, when Legolas caught her arm.
"Errm....Lalwen?"
She glanced back at him, one eyebrow raised.
"Hmm?"
Legolas looked at his feet, before mumbling,
"Umm... about yesterday..." but Lalwen didn't let him finish.
"Don't worry about it," she murmured, putting one warm hand to his cheek, and smiling reassuringly, "the more I thought about it," 'She'd thought about it?!' "I felt it was very sweet of you,"
Legolas felt his cheeks burning. Lalwen laughed out right at his reaction to her words.
"Oh! You!" she growled, giving him a big, one-armed hug, and kissing him lightly on his scarlet cheek. She glanced up at his face, which had now turned a lovely shade of purple.
"Come on! I'll explain what I was supposed to explain yesterday, you know," she trailed off, "about my wings, and all?"
"Oh ya...." Legolas replied, before a grin split over his face, and he extended his arm to Lalwen.
"Milady," he drawled, smirking arrogantly. Lalwen sneered.
"You self centered ninny," she scoffed, before she burst into levity as Legolas scooped her up, and ran merrily off with a giggling Lalwen in his arms.
He stopped in Rivendell's garden, wheezing slightly from the run. Lalwen was laughing so hard, her cheeks were turning bright pink.
"You.....dolt....." she gasped, clutching her stomach. Legolas grinned. Lalwen stuck out her tongue at him. He growled deep in his throat, advancing on her menacingly. She screamed ad-libly, putting her hands over her eyes, before giggling brightly. Legolas snarled, and pounced, seizing her ornate, little body in his strong embrace. This made Lalwen laugh harder, her head falling onto Legolas' shoulder. He stopped laughing. Something had just twisted in his middle; a burning sensation, spreading it's tingling fingers through his entire body. Lalwen was giggling into his chest, her warm breath tickling his skin. He sighed, leaning his head onto her shoulder. She'd stopped laughing now, but she was still breathing into his tunic.
"Legolas?" she whispered. He didn't reply. Instead, Legolas' lips found her neck, and they planted soft kisses there. She gasped, not in surprise, but in some other emotion. Legolas' lips continued there quest, hungrily descending to Lalwen's shoulder, then back up to her neck. She murmured something that Legolas chose to ignore. He nipped lightly at Lalwen's skin, his tongue darting out here and there to taste her throat.
"Cundo ninya!" Lalwen moaned softly, snuggling into Legolas' chest, as he nibbled on her earlobe, and sucked the sensitive skin between her neck and collarbone. Suddenly, painfully, Lalwen pulled out of Legolas' arms. He growled, and groped for her body, but she sighed, and murmured,
"Legolas, we can't,"
Legolas caught Lalwen' eyes in his own, desperately discerning if she didn't want this as much as he did. Legolas could see the torment in Lalwen's green eyes.
"Why?" was all he managed to whisper, feeling the grief seething inside him as he refused to maintain eye contact. He loved her. He knew that, and as far as he could see, Lalwen saw him as more than a mere friend, so why had she pulled away?
"Oh, Legolas," she sniffed, seeing his pain, and stepping forward to hug him, "we're about to go on a long journey together, and we can't let anything between us interfere," Legolas clasped Lalwen to his chest as she put her arms back around him, clutching her as tightly as he could to his trembling body.
"Melánëlda," Legolas whispered, nuzzling Lalwen's neck with his nose.
"I know," was all she replied.
"Símen nin," he whispered, looking at Lalwen with darkened eyes.
"Ni yéva" she replied, stroking his cheek with one hand.
Legolas caught it up and placed light kisses all over it.
"Namarie, melánlda," Lalwen whispered. Legolas' mouth found her's, and softly, kissed it, nothing passionate, just purely out of love. Then, she pulled away, with tears in her eyes, turned and left the garden.