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Disclamer: I own none of Tolkien's works. though I do wish Haldir were mine...

Acclaimer: Losillewen is mine, as well as the other made up character appearing in the chapter.

**Warning**: Implied language, non-consented showing of skin (aka intended rape).. Not all that bad. but don't worry, a chapter some time in the near future will be pure sex..

Remember, You have been warned, if you do not like the fic, then that's your problem, but do not flame!!

Waking was something the elven princess wished she hadn't done, for the news her parents were bearing wasn't what she wanted to hear.

~*Earlier that morning*~

Dark brown eyes flickered open to the sight of her parents standing before her.

"Losillewen," the Elf Lord began, "Dear daughter, you have disobeyed me. If any other elf aside from your sister or mother had done what you have done, they would be paying dearly. But you are of my own blood; therefore I cannot punish you physically." Celeborn paused for a few moments, choosing words carefully, so as not to get into a rage again.

Galadriel sat down beside her daughter on the bed, putting an arm around the now sitting elf maiden.

"Heir to Lorien, I give you two choices; One, you must swear by your life that you will not see Haldir again, or Two - you will stay in Caras Galadhon, leaving only if you have a person accompany you." Aye, indeed Celeborn sounded harsh, but he did only mean for what was best for his daughter.

The Princess could not swear by her life that she would not set eyes on Haldir again, for that was impossible; she would see him, whether she was allowed or not. But the second choice was also unfeasible, due to her need of being alone in the wilderness.

Losillewen rose to her feet, bowed slightly to her father, and walked to the door of the chamber, facing away from her parents. Opening the door and walking out of it would have been her first and foremost choice, but she did have to choose one of her father's options.

"Choose, Your highness." Celeborn said, rather mockingly.

Turning, Losillewen answered slowly. "If those are my choices, and I have to pick one of them, then before I answer, I would like to pose a question. Why was Celebrian able to wed Elrond without a lecture like this?!" Not wanting an answer, the elf sped out of the room with agility like that of a deer; words ringing behind her, "I will choose the second!"

To her amazement and annoyance, Losillewen was stopped by a hand on her shoulder shortly after leaving her parents. In her ire, she had hastened out of Caras Galadhon, and now was in the thick wood of Lorien. Hoping to have Haldir be the elf behind her, she turned, but she had hoped too soon. The Elf was not Haldir, but Malhamon; an elf that wanted her heart, and was intent upon gaining it.

Malhamon was a snooty elf all in all, but to Losillewen it seemed that she was the only one who saw this in him. Normally, any elf would be swooning around Malhamon, for he was considered handsome, wise, and cunning; but these façades did not work with Losillewen. The Elven princess hated this noble, and no matter what she did, he was still on her heels.

The Elf maiden cursed silently, but quickly put on a sweet expression; must to her aggravation, as she would find out later. Malhamon grinned, slowly putting his arms around her waist. "So, I see that we have a bird here who has flown the coop, hm? Was it not something to do with that brat of an elven guard?" he chuckled, still grinning.

"That Guard is more then you ever will be!" Losillewen blurted out, unable to keep silent, and because Haldir was not here to defend himself. But then she stood, as one in a shocked state. "Y-you found o-out, and b- betrayed me," she said, though this time more quietly, her voice barely above a whisper.

Malhamon's smile faded. "Yes, I did, and I am glad of it. M'lady, you know that you should not be associating with elves of such rank; you deserve better!" He replied, his declaration louder then meant.

Not very princess-like, Losillewen squirmed out of Malhamon's grasp. "If you dare to do so again, so help me I'll have you banished." She answered, voice still serene, she then turned, walking away.

The Elf growled; no woman could treat him that way! Dashing after her, he grabbed hold of her wrist, swinging her around into a hard kiss. His tongue pushed at her lips, demanding entry; but this princess was not weak. Not able to pull away, she brought her free hand up, slapping Malhamon across the face. In that moment, surprise and anger came over Malhamon; though it was all the time Losillewen needed. She pulled away, backing up a few paces - but she did not know that only one step behind her was a tree. The 'Noble's' hand went up to his face, touching his lip. 'Damn that Princess! Her hand drew blood!' he contemplated, but soon his attention was again on Losillewen. "Damn you Losillewen, splitting my perfect lip. No elf has left my presence without a bruise after daring to hit me." Malhamon said, odium in his words. "There is a first time for everything; you disgrace the race of elves, pitiful one." Losillewen replied. What she said was a great insult, and if it was untruly spoken, it was a punishable crime.

Gradually, Malhamon walked forward; Losillewen, at the same time walked backward. Malhamon grinned when he noticed that the Princess was about to walk into a tree. As she came to a stop a faint gasp came to her lips, for she was unaware of the mallorn behind her, now at her back. Before she had time to move, Malhamon was once again kissing her, his tongue wanting entry into her mouth. Losillewen would have resorted to violence, but Malhamon had his hands around her wrists, pinning them to her sides.

When her lips could not longer remain closed, Malhamon's tongue plunged into Losillewen's mouth, exploring every region of the magnificently tasting room. Oh Valar, she tasted good.. What if I....? The Elf pulled back, his thoughts of what she could really be like running through his head, and his eyes were clouded by lust. "Losillewen...." He muttered, his eyes wandering over her form.

"No, Malhamon, please no.." She said, but her pleas went unheeded.

With his hands, Malhamon took Losillewen to the ground. Sitting on top of her mid-drift, with her hands pinned to her sides now by his knees. As slow as he could muster, he unbuckled her gown, but did not get far when an arrow point was placed at the back of his neck.

Losillewen had her eyes to the side, so she was rather confused when his hands stopped. Preparing for the worst, she kept her eyes closed; but once the weight came off her stomach, and her hands were free, she looked up. With a short gasp, she saw Malhamon run off into the trees, his voice echoing behind him: "Be wary! If you tell someone about me, then I will tell them about you!" Losillewen did not understand these words; until she heard footsteps approaching her from the side. 'What the.!? By the Gods!' She thought as she came to her feet.

"Haldir!" Losillewen muttered one word before she was taken into a deep kiss, and then blacked out.

The Princess awoke sometime later in her own bed, though she did not know how she got there. There was a letter on her table top, and as quick as she could manage, she opened it.

It read:

My Princess and Love,

I have heard about what your father said, and your decision. M'lady, I wish to thank you, but at the same time, I believe you should not have defied your father so. You know that I love you, and I will venture to say that you love me back. This love cannot burn away, no matter what anyone says or does. I wish with my whole heart to bind with you, but I know that first I must get your father's permission. With your consent, I shall approach Lord Celeborn again, even if it costs my banishment. Please, Losillewen, believe in me, and I know Celeborn will not be able to refuse us. I would be willing to wait a thousand lives of men, if only to be yours.

I am very sorry I could not get to your aid sooner, and have stopped Malhamon from doing what he did. You blacked out soon after I found you, and I was able to have a trusted friend bring you back to your quarters. By the time you receive this letter, it will probably be the evening, and you parents will be looking for you. Do not defy them again, I beg of you! Do what you have to, but do not contravene once more.

My heart and soul are yours, M'lady, you may do with them what you will, whether it be to disregard them, or to hold them forever. I love you, and that love will not die out, even should you wed someone other then I. Again, I am sorry, but I am now positioned at the boarders, and will not be coming to Caras Galadhon often, nor will I be roaming the woods as I usually am.

Affectionately Yours, Haldir Marsh Warden of Lorien.

At these words a tear fell down Losillewen's cheek, which she quickly swept away. No, this would not do at all.. She had to see her Haldir, and soon. Sweet Eru, but he was right... she shouldn't defy her parents, and now she would have to explain where she was. Leisurely she stood, walking among the corridors of Caras Galadhon, waiting to come upon her parents.