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Mäerallé shook her head furiously, backing away from him. She gave him a frightened look, getting to her feet, and peering around from the corner of a bench.
"You.you can't love me. It's not fair. I. after my late husband died, I vowed never to love again." Mäerallé chewed on her lip, clutching her cloak around her slim frame. "And you can't love me Legolas. You just simply cannot." Legolas' face took a turn to anger, and he marched towards her.
"Why ever not?" He asked, frowning, clasping her chin in-between his forefinger and thumb. "Why can I not love you? Is it against some foreign law?" Mäerallé sighed sadly, looking into his eyes.
"Because it is against the law. I can't love anyone outside the half-Elven breed. Unless I give up my rulership, in which case I am doomed." Legolas also sighed, and brushed a stray strand of hair away from her face. He was still holding her chin, and his face was seemingly getting closer. Mäerallé blushed slightly, and looked away. Legolas twisted her chin so her eyes met his again.
"Legolas.I.I cant love you. Even though every fibre in my body wants me too, my common sense tells me not to." She whispered finally. Her defence was breaking in, and Legolas knew it. He rested his hand upon her neck, stroking its swan-like length.
"It isn't fair to tease an Elf Prince." He murmured, his face drawing closer to hers. Mäerallé could feel yet more colour flood to her cheeks. Legolas shut his eyes briefly, breathing in her perfumed scent. Then, with all his common sense being shut off like a light, he placed a warm, loving kiss upon her lips. Mäerallé tried everything to not respond, but she gave in quickly, letting the kiss free her trapped emotions. Legolas' arm slid from her neck to her waist, pulling her body tight to his.
It was bliss, and both knew they shouldn't be doing it. Legolas' keen ears heard a rustle of leaves, yet still the kiss didn't stop, instead, he chose to continue behind a tree. Mäerallé sighed peacefully, while the kiss stopped. They took a time to gaze at each other, both flustered by the kiss. Legolas seemed surprised at his actions, and Mäerallé seemed slightly misty eyed. They both considered each other, Mäerallé's violet eyes giving a piercing search over Legolas' body. Legolas was watching Mäerallé with such intensity that she automatically looked to his eyes. Mäerallé wrapped her arms around Legolas' neck, lowering his head to her level; they kissed again.
"I love you, Legolas, Prince of Mirkwood."
"I Love you too, Mäerallé, Queen of Half-Elves." There was another rustle of leaves, but they dismissed it, and they both fell to the floor, encasing each other in love.
Mäerallé shook her head furiously, backing away from him. She gave him a frightened look, getting to her feet, and peering around from the corner of a bench.
"You.you can't love me. It's not fair. I. after my late husband died, I vowed never to love again." Mäerallé chewed on her lip, clutching her cloak around her slim frame. "And you can't love me Legolas. You just simply cannot." Legolas' face took a turn to anger, and he marched towards her.
"Why ever not?" He asked, frowning, clasping her chin in-between his forefinger and thumb. "Why can I not love you? Is it against some foreign law?" Mäerallé sighed sadly, looking into his eyes.
"Because it is against the law. I can't love anyone outside the half-Elven breed. Unless I give up my rulership, in which case I am doomed." Legolas also sighed, and brushed a stray strand of hair away from her face. He was still holding her chin, and his face was seemingly getting closer. Mäerallé blushed slightly, and looked away. Legolas twisted her chin so her eyes met his again.
"Legolas.I.I cant love you. Even though every fibre in my body wants me too, my common sense tells me not to." She whispered finally. Her defence was breaking in, and Legolas knew it. He rested his hand upon her neck, stroking its swan-like length.
"It isn't fair to tease an Elf Prince." He murmured, his face drawing closer to hers. Mäerallé could feel yet more colour flood to her cheeks. Legolas shut his eyes briefly, breathing in her perfumed scent. Then, with all his common sense being shut off like a light, he placed a warm, loving kiss upon her lips. Mäerallé tried everything to not respond, but she gave in quickly, letting the kiss free her trapped emotions. Legolas' arm slid from her neck to her waist, pulling her body tight to his.
It was bliss, and both knew they shouldn't be doing it. Legolas' keen ears heard a rustle of leaves, yet still the kiss didn't stop, instead, he chose to continue behind a tree. Mäerallé sighed peacefully, while the kiss stopped. They took a time to gaze at each other, both flustered by the kiss. Legolas seemed surprised at his actions, and Mäerallé seemed slightly misty eyed. They both considered each other, Mäerallé's violet eyes giving a piercing search over Legolas' body. Legolas was watching Mäerallé with such intensity that she automatically looked to his eyes. Mäerallé wrapped her arms around Legolas' neck, lowering his head to her level; they kissed again.
"I love you, Legolas, Prince of Mirkwood."
"I Love you too, Mäerallé, Queen of Half-Elves." There was another rustle of leaves, but they dismissed it, and they both fell to the floor, encasing each other in love.