Back to Lirima's POV
As we walked down the corridor, my heart was still beating furiously. I couldn't believe what I had just done! I tried to calm myself as we entered the hall, and Elrond was waiting for us. We sat down, and Legolas casually slid his hand over mine. I caressed his palm gently, and I intertwined my fingers with his, while continuing my conversation normally with Arwen.
As I rose and excused myself, I noticed Legolas do the same, and I pressed myself against the cool stone wall outside and waited. As I turned to examine a portrait, Legolas kissed my neck slowly. I jumped with fright and turned to face him, breathing faster with the thrill of being caught.
I leaned closer for a kiss, and our lips met. We kissed for a long time, until he pulled away. "I love you." He whispered, daring to say the words that we had both been feeling for so long.
"I love you too." I whispered back. I kissed him deeply, and the doors were flung open, leaving us like startled deer. My arms were still around his neck, and his on my waist. In the doorway stood Thranduil and Elrond. Legolas and I blushed, and Elrond looked slightly uncomfortable.
"I see you two are well acquainted?" Asked Thranduil, but it was more of a statement.
"You must come inside. We have important issues to discuss." Said Elrond. We followed him back in, the whole population of Rivendell watching us.
"I am sorry, but I must excuse myself, and three of our guests. We shall return shortly. But in the mean time, please enjoy yourselves." Elrond turned, and we left. We went to Elrond's room, and sat down. The full moon shone in the window, bathing everything in a silvery light. As I sat down I shivered, and Legolas wrapped a protective arm around my shoulders.
"Lirima, I must talk to you about your parents. I was going to wait until you were older, but I fear that if you know it will change things greatly." I swallowed nervously and nodded, signalling Elrond to continue. "They did not die of an illness. Your mother was an elf from Lothlorien. She fell in love with a human. They ran away together, and you were born. Your mother was killed, and your father left." Elrond looked down, and I knew he wasn't telling the whole truth, so I looked at him pleadingly.
He sighed. "Your mother was the daughter of Galadriel. Your father was also of noble birth, one of the few remaining high elves. But he dappled too far into dark magic, and was consumed by it. He became strange and withdrawn. Wandering men raided your mother's village, and she was left to die. Your father went mad with grief, and left to live in Mordor, working for Sauron, entrusting you to my care."
I couldn't believe it. I was the grand-daughter of Lady Galadriel! And my father had been an elven magician! I struggled to take it all in. This meant my father was still alive, somewhere! Legolas looked surprised as well, but didn't remove his arm.
I got up numbly with Legolas, and left to go to my room.
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Legolas' POV
When Lord Elrond revealed the identity of Lirima's parents, I felt her stiffen with shock. When he finished, she rose, and I went with her back to her room. She sat down on the bed, the news finally sinking in.
"Have you ever noticed strange things happen?" I asked her gently. "When you were angry?" She nodded.
"When I was younger, my teacher hit me for talking back to him, and that afternoon lightening struck his house three times, and nowhere else, even though it had been sunny that morning." She smiled briefly. "I never realised it might have been me!" She said slowly.
She walked away from me, tears spilling down her cheeks. She went behind a screen and took off her dress, and put on a long nightgown. She sat back down on the bed, and I wrapped my arms round her to stop her from getting cold. I undid her hair, and brushed it for her, and then tucked her under her covers. I kissed her forehead, and was about to leave, when she sat up again.
"Don't leave me Legolas." Her hair was tousled, and she looked like the time when her favourite pony had died when we were children. I instinctively walked over, and she began to kiss me passionately. I kissed her back, and she pressed herself against my chest. Her arms slid around my back and up my tunic, caressing my back with feather light touches. I pulled it over my head, and looked deep into her eyes. I knew what she wanted, and my mouth met with hers as our forms became one.
As we walked down the corridor, my heart was still beating furiously. I couldn't believe what I had just done! I tried to calm myself as we entered the hall, and Elrond was waiting for us. We sat down, and Legolas casually slid his hand over mine. I caressed his palm gently, and I intertwined my fingers with his, while continuing my conversation normally with Arwen.
As I rose and excused myself, I noticed Legolas do the same, and I pressed myself against the cool stone wall outside and waited. As I turned to examine a portrait, Legolas kissed my neck slowly. I jumped with fright and turned to face him, breathing faster with the thrill of being caught.
I leaned closer for a kiss, and our lips met. We kissed for a long time, until he pulled away. "I love you." He whispered, daring to say the words that we had both been feeling for so long.
"I love you too." I whispered back. I kissed him deeply, and the doors were flung open, leaving us like startled deer. My arms were still around his neck, and his on my waist. In the doorway stood Thranduil and Elrond. Legolas and I blushed, and Elrond looked slightly uncomfortable.
"I see you two are well acquainted?" Asked Thranduil, but it was more of a statement.
"You must come inside. We have important issues to discuss." Said Elrond. We followed him back in, the whole population of Rivendell watching us.
"I am sorry, but I must excuse myself, and three of our guests. We shall return shortly. But in the mean time, please enjoy yourselves." Elrond turned, and we left. We went to Elrond's room, and sat down. The full moon shone in the window, bathing everything in a silvery light. As I sat down I shivered, and Legolas wrapped a protective arm around my shoulders.
"Lirima, I must talk to you about your parents. I was going to wait until you were older, but I fear that if you know it will change things greatly." I swallowed nervously and nodded, signalling Elrond to continue. "They did not die of an illness. Your mother was an elf from Lothlorien. She fell in love with a human. They ran away together, and you were born. Your mother was killed, and your father left." Elrond looked down, and I knew he wasn't telling the whole truth, so I looked at him pleadingly.
He sighed. "Your mother was the daughter of Galadriel. Your father was also of noble birth, one of the few remaining high elves. But he dappled too far into dark magic, and was consumed by it. He became strange and withdrawn. Wandering men raided your mother's village, and she was left to die. Your father went mad with grief, and left to live in Mordor, working for Sauron, entrusting you to my care."
I couldn't believe it. I was the grand-daughter of Lady Galadriel! And my father had been an elven magician! I struggled to take it all in. This meant my father was still alive, somewhere! Legolas looked surprised as well, but didn't remove his arm.
I got up numbly with Legolas, and left to go to my room.
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Legolas' POV
When Lord Elrond revealed the identity of Lirima's parents, I felt her stiffen with shock. When he finished, she rose, and I went with her back to her room. She sat down on the bed, the news finally sinking in.
"Have you ever noticed strange things happen?" I asked her gently. "When you were angry?" She nodded.
"When I was younger, my teacher hit me for talking back to him, and that afternoon lightening struck his house three times, and nowhere else, even though it had been sunny that morning." She smiled briefly. "I never realised it might have been me!" She said slowly.
She walked away from me, tears spilling down her cheeks. She went behind a screen and took off her dress, and put on a long nightgown. She sat back down on the bed, and I wrapped my arms round her to stop her from getting cold. I undid her hair, and brushed it for her, and then tucked her under her covers. I kissed her forehead, and was about to leave, when she sat up again.
"Don't leave me Legolas." Her hair was tousled, and she looked like the time when her favourite pony had died when we were children. I instinctively walked over, and she began to kiss me passionately. I kissed her back, and she pressed herself against my chest. Her arms slid around my back and up my tunic, caressing my back with feather light touches. I pulled it over my head, and looked deep into her eyes. I knew what she wanted, and my mouth met with hers as our forms became one.