Thanks for the reviews. Glad to hear you're enjoying it! The stories on Mithmír's past are on the way, I promise [embarrassed grin]. Just a little while…
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She left Faramir then; asking him to summon the Lady Éowyn while she looked after some "business". Faramir knew she meant Legolas; but wisely he didn't say anything. Mithmír's shame at her previous behavior was apparent.
While Faramir made for Éowyn's chamber, Mithmír hastily turned for the direction of Legolas'. She had a gut feeling that he was there; despite his normal preference for the outside. A worry for him was eating away at her heart; and she was in a great fear that the damage she had done to him was irreversible, that they could never regain their former closeness. She broke into a run soon; and by the time she had reached the house where he was staying – not the same one as herself, but close enough – even she was mildly out of breath. She mounted the stairs two at a time; catching a fleeting glimpse of the bewildered head-servant of the house.
'I am Mithmír,' she called out for his benefit, though doubtless it meant nothing to him.
The door to Legolas' room was oaken and not overly ornate. She caught herself just before she collapsed onto it; and counted to ten breathing deeply. Subconsciously she tucked her hair neatly behind her ears, and checked her tunic was on neatly. When she was ready, she knocked politely but firmly and loudly on the door.
Inside, Legolas stood up off the bed with a jerk. 'Who is it?' He asked, while he hurried to check that his eyes didn't show the signs of recent tears too clearly. They didn't; and his pale ivory skin looked just as smooth and perfect as normal. He found himself wondering if Mithmír preferred the tanned complexion of Aragorn; but then he remembered the way she had muttered in her sleep that night in Ithilien: so beautiful, such a beautiful, pure, white elf… And it had been about him, he was sure of it, and rightly so.
'Mithmír,' she replied, and added quickly – as much to reassure Legolas as the servant who was bearing down on her accusingly from the other end of the corridor – 'I came to speak with you, Legolas. May I come in?'
'Of course,' Legolas said with only a flicker of emotion; perhaps hope. He watched expectantly while the door opened. Her eyes were bright again, he noticed. They were no longer red and swollen; though the sorrow was still lodged firmly in her gaze as it met his. She smiled a little. 'Sit down,' he said politely, and did so himself. She sat beside him but subconsciously far from him so nearly half the bed was between them.
They didn't speak for a long while. Mithmír found the deed of swallowing her pride nearly more than she could bear. Finally, however, she managed it. 'I talked with Aragorn, Legolas.' One of her hands reached across uncertainly to touch his gently.
'You did.' He said, a statement only, not responding to her caress.
'He told me what happened. You spoke the truth.'
'I know.' He felt an idiot for behaving so icily, but he couldn't help it. Her anger at him had hurt him deeply.
'I'm sorry,' she said in a rush, and then, 'I love you.'
He forgave her instantly. How could he not as she leaned towards him and kissed him with all the passion and apology in her heart? He responded almost greedily, moving his hands up to cup her face and hold back her hair. The kiss became deeper and more heated as her mouth opened in a slight moan of pleasure, the sound sending vibrations into his own mouth. Mithmír moved her hands to his shoulders, stroking them lovingly, feeling it the most natural thing in the world to be this way.
Ada [daddy] would love to see me this happy, she thought blissfully, before allowing herself to be swept away by the kiss.
He finally pulled away a little, and she would have been disappointed, but he moved only to trail a necklace of gentle kisses around her neck. She shivered, unusual and unrecognized sensations running riot through her body. Legolas noticed and pulled away totally, reminding himself mentally, be slow. Don't hurt her and don't scare her away. She is young. 'My lovely elf-lady,' he said with a slight smile, and then hugged her close.
She was flushed and her breath a little forced. She smiled too, though, and then said dreamily, 'I love you, Legolas. Will you come with me tonight, to…' she gulped, and reminded herself, be strong; 'send my father on his funeral-boat down the Anduin?'
'Of course,' he said, smoothing her hair down comfortingly. 'Of course. I shall always be there for you.'
'I am glad,' she said truthfully as they left his room, ignoring the gawping servant and the reality of the rumors he'd spread in a matter of hours. 'I couldn't do it without you, Legolas. I can't be whole without you.'
'I am nothing at all without you, Mithmír,' he whispered so quiet she couldn't hear. 'Don't ever leave me to become a no one.'
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