ENDING #2: Chapter Forty-Four: Union
A/N: Sorry this took so long to post! I really am sorry! SORRY, SORRY, SORRY! I've been really busy. I went to the Homecoming game and left with some friends at half-time and we almost got killed by a bunch of Mexicans in a firebird! But that's a long story. And then I went to the dance, and borrowed a dress from my friend, and I danced with Chad! Yay! This is REALLY short, so I'm sorry about that too, but I'll try to update again quickly!
"Aila," he began, grasping her hands. "You once said that love was illogical and stupid. You said that people who love were fickle, never loving long enough to know what they are doing. Love caused pain. Since I heard you say that, I have been longing to show you how wrong you were. Love is the greatest emotion upon earth. Those who don't love are the ones who are illogical, and those who can't love at those that are stupid. The only ones who are fickle are the people who pick and choose their love, but do not follow their hearts. You said that love causes pain, but love is the only thing that truly heals pain. When your love is returned it is the most amazing feeling in the world. I read the Light Bearer prophecy when I was quite young, and I knew that I loved you even then, there was a time that I went back everyday to read the prophecy, and to research everything I could to learn more about you. You intrigued me and you still do, now that I know you in person, and I can't imagine spending the rest of eternity with anyone else."
Even though her heart melted, as she remembered that she had said those exact words, only to be proved wrong, she silently cursed Legolas, wishing that she could say anything as elegant as he could.
"Aila Mannings," Thranduil began. "Your vows?" She took a deep breath and just allowed her heart to say everything that she had ever wanted to say to him.
"If people who can't love are stupid, then for the longest time I was dumb. You have always been there for me, always ready to comfort me and to carry me through when things got rough. I don't know where I'd be if you weren't constantly by my side, making sure that I was all right. I knew I loved you, but I kept pushing you away, but you stuck with me, and I'm glad that you did. I don't know how I deserved someone like you, you are the embodiment of strength, but I thank God everyday that I can count on your love and support." She could see the joy in Legolas' eyes and she congratulated herself for speaking so purely. His blue eyes glimmered and over his shoulder she saw the sun setting out the window, throwing its last rays to glitter from his gorgeous hair.
Legolas turned to Gimli, who pulled two rings from his pocket, both he handed to Thranduil. One of these rings, Thranduil gave to Legolas, having his son repeat after him as Legolas placed the ring upon Aila's finger. Aila did the same thing as she placed a band upon Legolas' own finger. The next thing she knew was Legolas pulling her veil from her face, embracing her, and claiming her lips with his own, while Thranduil, with a dull roar in the background, proclaimed them man and wife.
…
All around them the guests were beaming and smiling as they walked back down the aisle, hand in hand, until they were out of the hall. When the large doors closed behind them, leaving them alone in the corridor, Legolas swept Aila into his arms and kissed her hungrily, smiling when he broke it. She looked into his eyes, totally content. The guests began to pour out, they shook Legolas' hand heartily and embraced Aila warmly, before they retired, smiling, to their beds. Aila raised her eyebrows.
"Isn't there some kind of," for a moment, the right word flew her mind, even though it was on the tip of her tongue, "wedding reception?" she guessed. Legolas smiled down at her, before her swept her off her feet and began to walk towards his wing.
"In elven custom, we have that the following day." A smile took over Aila's face and she leaned against him as he carried her to his quarters.
She giggled slightly, her arms around his neck, as he carried her over the threshold of his bedroom, thinking of that ancient superstition of the groom carrying his new bride over the threshold of their home, or the place of their honeymoon. Legolas placed her feet back on the ground and kissed her again, clutching her tightly against him, his hands exploring down to the small of her back, and up again into her hair. Carefully, he began to pull off her gown and in turn she tugged impatiently at his shirt of mail.
Legolas pulled her over to the bed, almost ripping the sheets down, and continued to kiss her as he pulled her down against the mattress, pulling the covers up over them. Butterflies exploded in Aila's stomach, and she had a sudden vision. At first, it was unwanted, but she was unable to discontinue it. Soon, she found her head mind wraith, equipped with scroll and sword, lurking through the hallways of Legolas' mind. Behind her walked many other wraiths of Aila. Some with bows, others with swords, scrolls, flashlights, hard hats, some dribbling soccer balls, others had glasses and a quill in hand. Holding up the end of the procession, stumbling along blindly, was a final wraith with her nose buried in a book. All sorts of wraiths stood behind her, but beside her Wraith stood another of equal importance to her. The name still printed MANNINGS faded on the flight suit of the Air Force fighter pilot. Even if Aila knew she was never going into the military, it was still a large part of her.
Wraiths that resembled Legolas walked past her wraiths, without so much as a glance at them, as though it were nothing out of the ordinary. None of Legolas' wraiths challenged hers, as they had before, none battled hers to get them from his mind. It was as if they were welcome. And indeed they were.
Silently, Aila watched as her Wraith (a/n: her main wraith will now just be called the Wraith, so you know), gestured for all of the others to stop as she continued to the center of Legolas' mind. Beside her rushed a gurgling stream, bubbling playfully along rounded stones, racing over gravel, carrying sand along with its course. And before her reigned a tall willow tree, its wispy branches and leaves reached far to the ground, dancing in the small breeze, and the Wraith parted the leafy curtain with her hands and stepped through. Aila's Wraith climbed the roots of the tree until she was a few feet above the ground, against the trunk of a tree. She was surprised as she watched her wraith hoisted onto one of the lower branches by slender arms that came from above. Immediately, she saw her Wraith seated on a large bough, facing another seated wraith, with the likeness of Legolas. Certainly, this was Legolas' head Wraith. A circlet was upon his head and in his hand he held a bow of yew, strong but small, arrows strapped upon the Wraith's back.
Three events occurred simultaneously in the next few moments. Legolas' Wraith removed his circlet and placed it upon Aila's Wraiths head, and her Wraith handed him her sword. It was symbolic: he was her warrior prince, and she was his intelligent princess; she would give up fighting for him, and he would give up his throne, just to be with her. At the same time, Aila's visionary eyes saw a blinding flash of light, multicolored. She watched as Legolas' aura throbbed around her, the red of passion engulfing the entirety of it. Her aura bulged as well, and the room was filled with the dancing colors of their auras. After the flash of light, their auras faded away, until they were both engulfed in the same colors, joined together. Red passion overwhelmed, but also the blue of calm, the yellow of wisdom mingled with the golden intelligence, orange humor vibrated and the other colors took joy in orange, dancing around vibrantly. Green loyalty was also easy to see among them.
The third occurrence, I will not speak of, but let it be known that at that moment, Legolas and Aila joined together in mind, body, and spirit.
…
A/N: Short, I know, but I needed that particular end. Cute, huh? I love it! YAY! Sorry it took so long to post!
A/N: Sorry this took so long to post! I really am sorry! SORRY, SORRY, SORRY! I've been really busy. I went to the Homecoming game and left with some friends at half-time and we almost got killed by a bunch of Mexicans in a firebird! But that's a long story. And then I went to the dance, and borrowed a dress from my friend, and I danced with Chad! Yay! This is REALLY short, so I'm sorry about that too, but I'll try to update again quickly!
"Aila," he began, grasping her hands. "You once said that love was illogical and stupid. You said that people who love were fickle, never loving long enough to know what they are doing. Love caused pain. Since I heard you say that, I have been longing to show you how wrong you were. Love is the greatest emotion upon earth. Those who don't love are the ones who are illogical, and those who can't love at those that are stupid. The only ones who are fickle are the people who pick and choose their love, but do not follow their hearts. You said that love causes pain, but love is the only thing that truly heals pain. When your love is returned it is the most amazing feeling in the world. I read the Light Bearer prophecy when I was quite young, and I knew that I loved you even then, there was a time that I went back everyday to read the prophecy, and to research everything I could to learn more about you. You intrigued me and you still do, now that I know you in person, and I can't imagine spending the rest of eternity with anyone else."
Even though her heart melted, as she remembered that she had said those exact words, only to be proved wrong, she silently cursed Legolas, wishing that she could say anything as elegant as he could.
"Aila Mannings," Thranduil began. "Your vows?" She took a deep breath and just allowed her heart to say everything that she had ever wanted to say to him.
"If people who can't love are stupid, then for the longest time I was dumb. You have always been there for me, always ready to comfort me and to carry me through when things got rough. I don't know where I'd be if you weren't constantly by my side, making sure that I was all right. I knew I loved you, but I kept pushing you away, but you stuck with me, and I'm glad that you did. I don't know how I deserved someone like you, you are the embodiment of strength, but I thank God everyday that I can count on your love and support." She could see the joy in Legolas' eyes and she congratulated herself for speaking so purely. His blue eyes glimmered and over his shoulder she saw the sun setting out the window, throwing its last rays to glitter from his gorgeous hair.
Legolas turned to Gimli, who pulled two rings from his pocket, both he handed to Thranduil. One of these rings, Thranduil gave to Legolas, having his son repeat after him as Legolas placed the ring upon Aila's finger. Aila did the same thing as she placed a band upon Legolas' own finger. The next thing she knew was Legolas pulling her veil from her face, embracing her, and claiming her lips with his own, while Thranduil, with a dull roar in the background, proclaimed them man and wife.
…
All around them the guests were beaming and smiling as they walked back down the aisle, hand in hand, until they were out of the hall. When the large doors closed behind them, leaving them alone in the corridor, Legolas swept Aila into his arms and kissed her hungrily, smiling when he broke it. She looked into his eyes, totally content. The guests began to pour out, they shook Legolas' hand heartily and embraced Aila warmly, before they retired, smiling, to their beds. Aila raised her eyebrows.
"Isn't there some kind of," for a moment, the right word flew her mind, even though it was on the tip of her tongue, "wedding reception?" she guessed. Legolas smiled down at her, before her swept her off her feet and began to walk towards his wing.
"In elven custom, we have that the following day." A smile took over Aila's face and she leaned against him as he carried her to his quarters.
She giggled slightly, her arms around his neck, as he carried her over the threshold of his bedroom, thinking of that ancient superstition of the groom carrying his new bride over the threshold of their home, or the place of their honeymoon. Legolas placed her feet back on the ground and kissed her again, clutching her tightly against him, his hands exploring down to the small of her back, and up again into her hair. Carefully, he began to pull off her gown and in turn she tugged impatiently at his shirt of mail.
Legolas pulled her over to the bed, almost ripping the sheets down, and continued to kiss her as he pulled her down against the mattress, pulling the covers up over them. Butterflies exploded in Aila's stomach, and she had a sudden vision. At first, it was unwanted, but she was unable to discontinue it. Soon, she found her head mind wraith, equipped with scroll and sword, lurking through the hallways of Legolas' mind. Behind her walked many other wraiths of Aila. Some with bows, others with swords, scrolls, flashlights, hard hats, some dribbling soccer balls, others had glasses and a quill in hand. Holding up the end of the procession, stumbling along blindly, was a final wraith with her nose buried in a book. All sorts of wraiths stood behind her, but beside her Wraith stood another of equal importance to her. The name still printed MANNINGS faded on the flight suit of the Air Force fighter pilot. Even if Aila knew she was never going into the military, it was still a large part of her.
Wraiths that resembled Legolas walked past her wraiths, without so much as a glance at them, as though it were nothing out of the ordinary. None of Legolas' wraiths challenged hers, as they had before, none battled hers to get them from his mind. It was as if they were welcome. And indeed they were.
Silently, Aila watched as her Wraith (a/n: her main wraith will now just be called the Wraith, so you know), gestured for all of the others to stop as she continued to the center of Legolas' mind. Beside her rushed a gurgling stream, bubbling playfully along rounded stones, racing over gravel, carrying sand along with its course. And before her reigned a tall willow tree, its wispy branches and leaves reached far to the ground, dancing in the small breeze, and the Wraith parted the leafy curtain with her hands and stepped through. Aila's Wraith climbed the roots of the tree until she was a few feet above the ground, against the trunk of a tree. She was surprised as she watched her wraith hoisted onto one of the lower branches by slender arms that came from above. Immediately, she saw her Wraith seated on a large bough, facing another seated wraith, with the likeness of Legolas. Certainly, this was Legolas' head Wraith. A circlet was upon his head and in his hand he held a bow of yew, strong but small, arrows strapped upon the Wraith's back.
Three events occurred simultaneously in the next few moments. Legolas' Wraith removed his circlet and placed it upon Aila's Wraiths head, and her Wraith handed him her sword. It was symbolic: he was her warrior prince, and she was his intelligent princess; she would give up fighting for him, and he would give up his throne, just to be with her. At the same time, Aila's visionary eyes saw a blinding flash of light, multicolored. She watched as Legolas' aura throbbed around her, the red of passion engulfing the entirety of it. Her aura bulged as well, and the room was filled with the dancing colors of their auras. After the flash of light, their auras faded away, until they were both engulfed in the same colors, joined together. Red passion overwhelmed, but also the blue of calm, the yellow of wisdom mingled with the golden intelligence, orange humor vibrated and the other colors took joy in orange, dancing around vibrantly. Green loyalty was also easy to see among them.
The third occurrence, I will not speak of, but let it be known that at that moment, Legolas and Aila joined together in mind, body, and spirit.
…
A/N: Short, I know, but I needed that particular end. Cute, huh? I love it! YAY! Sorry it took so long to post!