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Sorry I stop writing most translations later on in this.  I am just too tired and the sentences are too complex.

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Mithmír ran as fast as she could, then, to Legolas' tent.  It was darker than it had been before; and it seemed that in the normal running of time many hours had passed, instead of maybe a half of one as it had seemed with the Lady.  Mithmír's breath came fast, but it was not from the exertion: rather from joy and surprise.  She should have such tales to tell!  It seemed to her then, naïve as it was, that all her life was now decided, and it would be happy, for at that time she had all that she wanted.  In jubilation she cart-wheeled nimbly over the grass, whooping in exaltation.  She could not care that if anyone saw her she would seem childish.

Legolas' tent was a way from the others.  He had asked it to be placed far into the wood so he may be nearer to the trees.  He had tried to persuade the Men that he would far prefer to sleep outside under the trees than in a pavilion, but they had insisted on providing one anyway.  It was a dark green, and appeared but a darker shadow under the trees.  Mithmír slowed down when she got closer.  She wondered if he was inside: should she enter straight away, call out, or enter at all?

In the end the choice was made for her.  She approached the entrance to the pavilion warily, becoming ridiculously aware of the way she looked.  She wondered if a feminine dress would have been better.  Self-consciously she smoothed down her tunic and ran shaking fingers through her hair, trying to remind herself she had no need to be nervous; she had everything she wanted…

Legolas peered down from his perch in the tree.  His blonde hair fell down around his face prettily.  He watched her for a while, not wishing to alert her to his presence too early and deny himself the chance of just watching her, marveling at every aspect of her.  Soon, however, he had no choice but to tell her where he was, and he called out softly, 'a Mithmír!'  O Mithmír!  In Sindarin.

Mithmír looked up, startled, and smiled brightly as Legolas dropped lithely from the tree, landing cat-like with perfect balance.  He made no move closer to her, however: had she known it, he feared that mayhap her wish had been denied…

'I dambeth…?'  He asked with painstaking slowness.  The reply?

Mithmír looked him up and down slowly, her eyes aflame.  Her piercing gaze took in his tall, well-proportioned and athletic body, deceptively thin and fragile-looking, and yet strangely protective in its stance.  Legolas stood noble and still in the dim starlight as her quick gaze searched his face: perfectly formed, strong features they were; and his ever-young eyes were set in his face like the most precious of blue jewels.

'Im govannen ah arabereth,' I met with a high queen, she replied softly, reaching out hesitantly and taking her hand in his. 'Annahe helthanin daer ant.'  She gave to me a great gift.

The hope that flared in Legolas' bright eyes could not be paralleled by any other.  'Hiril Gilthoniel?  Elbereth?'  His voice was deep with wonder.  The lady Star-kindler?  Elbereth?

'Tîr!' right! She said, and suddenly the emotion escaped from her in a rush.  She flung herself into the Elf's arms – and he, indeed, wasted no time in drawing her into a crushing embrace.  She turned her head up to meet his and kissed his neck three times before he could angle his mouth downwards to meet with hers in a fiery kiss – the most passionate display yet, in fact.  His long hair hung around her face as well as his like a halo of starlight – almost like the lady Elbereth's, Mithmír thought dreamily as she surrendered willingly to Legolas' beautiful, loving kiss.  Legolas knew from the slight shock in her body, that he felt through his hands on the small of her back, that she had not done this – or had it done to her – before.  He wondered at the fact that no man had before so desired her which he loved more than anything else; and kerbed his mounting desire to make himself gentle and, above all, considerate.  He decided that from then on he would court her like the high Lady that she was, and lavish all his attentions and love on her.  He wanted to make her happy more than anything…

He finally pulled away, breathless.  Her face was flushed in the moonlight, and his heart quickened to hear her heavier-than-normal breathing.  'Le bain elleth,' you beautiful elf-maid.

'Meleth le,' she said in a half-moan.  Love you.

'I will court you from now,' he said in Sindarin.  'If I may, I shall court you until I have won your heart and may ask to marry you…'

'You must ask my father for that!'  Laughed Mithmír, barely believing what she had heard.  She had dreamed of Legolas proposing, but to have it a reality…  That was wonderful indeed…  She leaned forward and pressed hers face into his tunic, smelling the sweet elf-scent that could be found on his person.   'Shall we tell them?'  She asked idly, turning her head to one side so she could breath, but still leaned close to his warm, comforting body.

'They must know sometime, but only when you are ready, my dearest,' Legolas replied calmly, running gentle fingers through her dark hair.  'Aragorn first though.  He shall listen.  After all,' he chuckled lightly and the sound was like ringing glass, 'he suspected right from the beginning…'

'We can tell him tomorrow,' said Mithmír drowsily, 'but no one else – yet.'

'I agree,' he said lovingly, and kissed her brow.  'You must be tired,' he said, returning to Common for reasons known only to himself.  'Shall I take you back to your pavilion…?'

She blushed shyly.  'May I…  Legolas, it is a long way back, and I'm tired…  And I trust you.  Let me sleep here, in this glade with you.'  Her eyes were pleading, not only for acceptance but also for him to live up to her trust.  Legolas knew she was a virgin – how could he not after that kiss? – and he would never wish to hurt her.  He would prove to her how trustworthy he was.  He would do nothing till she was ready.  He would not betray her.

'Of course, nín meleth,' he said softly, thanking the Valar silently that she had such blind and faithful trust in him.  'I shall do nothing that you do not want.'

She looked at him silently for a second, praying that her trust was as well-founded as she instinctively felt.  'My thanks,' she said softly, with a slow smile that made Legolas' soul sing.  He still could not believe that her wish had been granted, that she would be his, and only his, for all eternity…  'Do you sleep inside or outside?'

'Outside, tonight, for the eve is fair indeed,' replied Legolas, taking her hand.  'You do not have to sleep beside me if you do not wish, however – there is a bed inside…'

'I trust you, Legolas,' she said with a slight smile.  'And no one shall come and stumble upon us, for we both rise early.'

'You cannot know how blessed I am for you and your trust, Mithmír,' he said almost silently.  He took her in his arms gently, and lay her down on the soft earth.  She smiled up at him almost sublimely, and then patted the ground beside her.

'Come.  Lay down beside me,' she ordered in a whisper.  'I'm cold.'

Legolas did as she bade, and then slowly – giving her all the time she needed to push him away – wound his arms around her firm, toned body.  He found it far more appealing that the willowy, weaker forms of the Elven ladies he had courted before.  To his intense joy she did not move or protest, and rather sighed in pleasure and snuggled back into him.  He breathed in the clean, fresh scent of her hair with relish.  You are so beautiful, was his last thought before he went to sleep, his eyes open to the vault of the stars. I shall never, ever betray your trust.

Mithmír felt safer than she ever had, wrapped in his protective embrace.  Even the brotherly care of Faramir – she wondered absently how he was healing – could not compare to the warmth of Legolas' body behind and about her.  And the memory of the kiss…  She fell asleep with a blissful smile on her face.

Around midnight Aragorn, who had been thinking to visit the Elf Legolas – whom he had thought intended not to sleep that night – and talk with his good friend, entered the clearing.  Not finding Legolas in the tent, he passed about it to the other side.  There he caught sight of the two bodies, twined peacefully and innocently together in sleep.  Legolas' arms were around his the stomach of his lady (for so she most certainly was, or would be, Aragorn knew now and had guessed before), and one of her legs was draped back over his.  The future King had never seen two beings so completely in harmony, with no lust between them, merely unsullied love.  His mind strayed the long miles to Arwen…

'Oh what shall you do, Legolas?'  He said quietly as he silently padded away.  'Shall you give up all you have for her?'

Legolas would have.  But now the miraculous had happened, and he had no need to.

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