I don't own Legolas, *snaps fingers, "Erudamnit!"* Mirkwood or Middle Earth. I do however, own Silvawen, who is also partially owned by Elf Crumpet.

I would also like to publicly wish my mate Freja a very happy birthday. She will be sweet sixteen on the 3rd of September. Happy birthday, sweetie. Hope you have lots of fun (and presents) because your my best mate ever! (Elfie, Noodles, Chrissie, Ron, Fish Boy, Tank, Lanky and all the rest of ya, don't forget that your my mates. You'll have to put up with me for the rest of your lives. Muhahahahahahahahahahaha! )

Anyway, enough of the mushy stuff, i'm sure that all of you (Elfie in particular ^_^) want to read the next chapter so I'll just leave you in peace.




While Dragonissa dreamed of Wizards, Rangers and Ringwraiths, her house mate Blaise was also dreaming. . .


She awoke under a warm blanket, with her head on a soft pillow. She yawned and stretched. The room seemed to be almost a cave, the walls made of grey stone, but most of the rock was hidden by the silver and green drapes on every wall. Golden sunlight streamed into the room from a large window hewn into the very rock it's self. She sighed and slowly rose out of bed, she was wearing a silver nightdress with green ivy leaves embodied on it. The bed was large, king sized. 'Or perhaps the term "prince sized" might be more appropriate,' she thought to herself, a smile upon her face.

She looked around the room, but he was not there. She sighed and went to the dressing table, from the mirror a face looked out, long light brown hair framed a slim face with a delicate nose and a soft mouth. Large forest green eyes gazed out from beneath thin eyebrows. The young woman smiled at her reflection, took up a wooded comb and began to brush her hair. When she was done she went to the wardrobe to put some clothes on. As she opened the door she heard a voice.

"Silvawen?"

"I am awake, Legolas." She told him without looking.

Legolas opened the door and walked in. Silvawn's eyes glanced over the elven prince. Tall and lean with eyes like blue stars and soft gold hair, braided and held back in the style of the Silvan Elves. He was clothed in simple green but they seemed to enhance his slender yet strong figure.

Silvawen walked over to him. "Where did you go?" She asked in a soft, sweet voice.

Legolas sighed. "Father summoned me in the early hours." He told her. "We have received word that Elrond has called a great council at Rivendell. He wants me to be the Mirkwood ambassador. Lyncorath the Wanderer has also been bidden by Mithrandir to attend, and-"

"You're going to Rivendell, Rath too? That's wonderful." Silvawen said quickly. When she was excited, Silvawen had a tendency to babble on without thinking. "And Arian lives in Rivendell, I haven't seen her in years. Give her my love, Rath too, when you see them. Ooh, but I wish you did not have to go. I shall miss you and-"

"Silva." Legolas said sternly, but with a smile on his face. "Will you please remain quiet for a moment and let me finish." Silva blushed and became quiet. "That's better." Legolas told her.

"I won't need to tend them your greeting as you can do so yourself. And you have no need to miss me," Legolas chuckled at the look of glee spreading across Silva's face, "because you are coming with me."

"Really? Legolas, that's wonderful!" She threw her arms around his neck and kissed him. She felt Legolas' smile under her lips as her wrapped his arms around her waist and returned the kiss. When they broke apart Silva was grinning. "When do we leave?" She asked breathlessly.

"Tomorrow."

"Tomorrow!? Oh my- why didn't anyone say!? I have to do all the packing and get provision and see to the horses and-"

"Don't be silly Silva." Legolas told her, encircling her waist with his arms. "You're an Istari and I am the Prince of Mirkwood. You need not worry about packing, we have servants to do that. Besides," his voice grew husky, "I have other things in mind." He swept her off her feet and carried her to the bed. Silva giggled.

"Oh, you do, do you?" He placed her gently onto the bed, she rolled over on to her front to look at him, chin in hand. "Are you sure that this is a good idea?" She asked him with a large grin on her face, as he lay down on the bed next to her. "After all, we'll have to be well rested for the journey."

"Oh, I'll make sure that you are well rested. In fact, I think I will stay here all day with you to make sure you do rest." He smiled and pulled her on top of him. "By the way, father also asked if we could attempt to be quiet, apparently we kept up half the mountain last night."

Silva smiled at her elven lover. "I'm sure that we can try." She laughed and lent down to kiss him.....


A loud BANG! Followed by a yelp of "BUGGERIT!" Awoke Blaise from her extremely enjoyable dream, and she was not pleased about it.

"Damnit!" She hissed. "Damn Dragonissa's fallen out of her damn bed again! That's the seventh bloody time this week, and it's only Tuesday! Best bloody dream I've had in ages! Bloody girl woke me up just when it was starting to get to the good stuff! Damn her!"

Blaise swiftly got out of bed and went to Nissa's room (which was right next to hers) to yell at her house mate.




I warn you, don't say Mary-Sue! This is NOT a Mary-Sue. The definition of a Mary-Sue is an original, fictitious character falling in love with a character from the original subject of the fanfic. Silva isn't a Mary-Sue because 1) She has not met Legolas in the fanfic, she had meet him before the fanfic and they are already an item. 2) She is not exactly a fictitious character, say no more.

Many, many, many thanks to everyone who reviewed. Be warned that my return to school (Yah! Boo! Hiss!) will slow down the production line. So be patient please (especially you Elfie!)

By the way, better make this formal. Elfie has my full consent to write as many little sordid ficlets about Leggy and Silva as her filthy mind can come up with. (Ya know I love ya really Elfie ^_^ In a friends way!) Anyone else had to ask my permission first.

Please feel free to leave me lots of lovely review to read when I come back from a long, hard day at school.