Another chapter of "Elven Dúnedain" is up, so go and have a read!  This chapter is mostly just Legomance (any surprise there???!!!).  It's sweet and fluffy, but nothing really happens; or at least nothing that isn't emotional.  Please review and above all else ENJOY!

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'I'm loath to let you go,' he murmured in her ear, warm breath tickling her skin.

Her dark eyes scanned the doorway, watching for any unaware person to come hence.  They were in a small back-room – used for storing food, and she could feel the baskets behind her to prove it –, as chosen by Legolas; partially because of its seclusion and also because of the pervading darkness, not too deep for an Elf's eyes, but a Man could barely see.  'Legolas,' she whispered in reply, uncomfortably aware of the fact that her voice echoed around the stone room, 'Gimli will be waiting…'

Legolas held her tighter, stopping her wriggling attempt at escape.  'I told Gimli I had business to attend to,' he replied, his voice odd in the dark, powerful in the anonymity that the lack of light bestowed.  'Which I do.  He won't expect me for at least fifteen minutes…'

'Fifteen?'  She asked, bemused, tossing back her head so she could see his eyes.  'What do you plan to do for fifteen minutes, Legolas Greenleaf?'

'Istale,' he replied softly, dipping his head down to kiss her collarbone lovingly.  You know.

'Legolas!'  She cried, shocked, and shoved him away.  'Gimli wants to leave as soon as possible, and I won't detain you.'

'What if I decide to detain you, Mithmír?'  He asked in a voice that was leaves being tossed around on an autumn breeze.  The door slammed, cutting out the only rays of light from the corridor.  Mithmír was still half-human, even if pronounced immortal, and she was instantly plunged into darkness so absolute that she was completely blind.  'Legolas!'  She half-accused, half-beseeched.

He tried to hide his laughter, and took a long strip of cloth from his pocket.  His bright blue eyes saw through the darkness as if it were only the most insubstantial of veils.  He moved up to where she stood bewildered, and with a flourish whipped the blindfold around her head, and tied it quickly.  Mithmír shrieked once, and tried to put her hands to her face, but he grasped them.  'Legolas?'  She asked, a tinge of fear entering her otherwise laughing voice.  'Legolas, what are you doing?'

'Alnad,' nothing, he said boldly, drawing her hands behind her back and tying them firmly together with a length of twine.  He had come well-prepared to this little rendezvous.

'Legolas, what are you doing?'  She asked again, testing the bonds and finding they were incredibly fast.  She was helpless; and after being a Ranger all her life it was a feeling that made her distinctly uncomfortable.

'Alnad, nín meleth,' nothing, my love, he said softly, moving around so he was in front of her.  'Alpedo!'  Do not speak!  He held her arms in gentle hands and carefully guided her backwards until her back was full against a wall and she was in no danger of falling, or tripping, over.  Then, with baited breath, he put one arm on either side of her against the wall, effectively penning her in, and waited for her angry outbreak – he had no doubt that she, as a fighter, had developed a good sense of any movement close to her; and he guessed that she should dislike being hemmed in so.

Mithmír's breathing thickened and quickened audibly.  She felt adrenaline course through her – there was something incredibly exciting and attractive about being alone with him in the dark…  She didn't feel threatened by the situation at all, which surprised her.  Instead she pursed her lips slightly, completely aware that Legolas would be able to see; delighted at the feeling of power it gave her.

He did, and acted too, pressing his own mouth against hers.  He licked her lips slowly, with the incredible grace of his kin.  'Edro,' he said huskily against her closed mouth.  Open.

She pulled her head away from his, narrowly missing hitting her head on the wall because of her blindness.  'Caro enni,' she dared cheekily in his general direction.  Make me.

'Ah gell,' he replied, happy that she was obviously enjoying this as much as he was.  With pleasure.  He moved in front of her again and pressed his body against hers, pinning her to the wall.  He began to kiss her again, but this time slowly moving his hands to cup her face, fingers buried luxuriously in her loose hair.

She moaned suddenly, parting her lush lips slightly, and Legolas needed no more encouragement…

Aragorn walked briskly down the corridor, calling, 'Legolas?  Legolas, my friend, where are you?'  He had been searching for the Elf for nearly half-an-hour, and knew Gimli was angrily doing the same on the other side of the Hornburg, the cave system behind Helm's Deep.  The King found it hardly likely that the Prince would have wandered this far into the store area of the massive complex, but it seemed that he was nowhere else…

He had looked in all the rooms on this branching hallway; or so he thought; but on his way back he noticed a closed door that he hadn't perceived previously.  His normally impeccable memory told him that it was a plain storeroom, like any other around here, but he reasoned that he might as well look.

Calling out once more, 'Legolas?' he turned the handle and thrust the doors open and light cascaded into the room…

It was empty.

Legolas?'  Aragorn called out once more to make sure.  The silence alone replied, echoing in his ears.  He shrugged and moved away, closing the door after him.

As soon as it clicked shut, Mithmír and Legolas collapsed, laughing, into the centre of the room.  They had hidden behind the door when he came in; had been ever since Legolas heard his voice outside; and very narrowly missed being caught.

'I told you that you had to go,' laughed Mithmír breathlessly as Legolas nimbly undid her blindfold and wrist-ties.  She blinked rapidly at the change in illumination; though she still couldn't see properly.

'And you were right, as always,' agreed Legolas, pocketing the offending evidence.  'Your hair's all over the place…'  He ran his fingers through it till it resembled its normal volume.

'It was you who caused it to be that way!'  Accused Mithmír happily.  'Imagine if he had caught us…!'

The Elf opened the door, and the room was lighted again.  'I don't want to think about it,' grimaced Legolas.  'As my dear friend, I wouldn't mind him seeing, as we were only miphil [kissing], but as your uncle…' he shuddered, and gestured for her to pass out of the door before him.

'You're all flushed,' pointed out Mithmír honestly.  'Your are so sweet when your cheeks are all red…'

'Now that, nín meleth [my love], is your fault,' he said with a chuckle, running the back of his hand over his face.  'Is it too noticeable, or should I wait awhile before I go back to Gimli?'  He almost sounded hopeful.

'No one else will notice,' she assured him.  'You had better hurry back.  Gimli will be angry.'

'Won't you come with me?'  He asked, eyes pleading.

'No!'  She said, pushing him forward.  'I have to stay away for a while, so we don't arrive together – we don't want them guessing.  It's one thing for them to know we are to marry,' the words made her grin ' but quite another for them to see any evidence of physical love, as of yet…'

'Alright,' he smiled, and kissed her chastely on the cheek.  'I love you, Mithmír.  And I'll miss you while I'm away seeing the Caves with Gimli.'

'It's only two days, you silly Elf!'  Chided Mithmír, though she couldn't help but be touched by his simple and yet thoughtful words.  'Off you go!  Don't keep a dwarf waiting – they're far too handy with an axe for that.'

Legolas laughed in agreement, and then set off at a run down the dim corridor.  In a second he had disappeared from her view.  The grey-stone was alone in the dark, musty corridor.  She slumped against a wall, and waited.

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