Chapter 2
Regrets & Rejoicing
Disclaimer: Y'all know the drill. Same thing that I put last chapter.
A/N: Thank you wonderful reviewers. I love ya! Aww, they kissed! HA it's not that easy! Wait 'n see. --~~*~~--
Artanis left the hidden glade quickly and headed back to her chambers wearing a blush that could even bee seen in the twilight. She was walking on air! What a wonderful night it had been! She thought dreamily about the young elf lord and his arms around her waist, the warmth of his body, the way he had returned her kiss. The kiss!
Artanis stopped in her tracks and thought about the kiss. It should not have gone that far! What had she been thinking? Her blush turned from the previous shade of romance-enraptured pink to the deep red of embarrassment.
Everyone knew how many young elves, and men alike, made attempts to court her. She had only known Celeborn for three hours at the most! He probably thought that she kissed every elf that courted her!
Why had she done that? Artanis started walking quickly towards her chambers so that he would not catch her. Tears of rage started to pool in the corners of her eyes as she stormed down the halls of the palace of Doriath.
Celeborn had begun to like her and she had to go and ruin it all! He would never like her; she had been far to forward. "Arggg," Artanis growled to herself as she stormed into her bedchamber, slamming the door behind her.
Artanis walked quickly across the marble floor of her bedchamber to her bed, where she flopped onto the cloud of white silk. "Will I never learn?" she asked herself. The last time someone had tried to kiss her without her permission she had given him a rather large black eye.
Artanis punched her pillow angrily. She was too angry with herself to change. Settling into her blankets, she fell into a restless sleep.
--~~*~~--
Celeborn stood fixed to the spot in the grove. He was currently on the biggest hormone rush of his life. A woman had just kissed him! He licked his lips; they tasted like Artanis, who tasted like Lembas and some sort of sweet fruit that he couldn't quite think of.
He had only known her for three hours, too! He felt good, no, he felt great! He stood in the clearing for a few more minutes, pondering his success with the most beautiful young elf maiden in middle earth before leaving the grove.
If anyone in Doriath, who had a window overlooking the gardens of the palace had looked out their window they would have seen a comical site. A certain silver haired elf lord, who usually was the very definition of calm, cool, and collected, was swaggering through the gardens with a very satisfied smile on his face. He would stop occasionally to perform some silly male victory gesture, such as punching the air. As he lay in bed that evening reading, two thoughts entertained Celeborn's mind. How well he had handled the situation, and how he could relive the evening all over again.
Don't forget to read and review Silindro's fics, especially Dusk Before Dawn. It's really good!
Regrets & Rejoicing
Disclaimer: Y'all know the drill. Same thing that I put last chapter.
A/N: Thank you wonderful reviewers. I love ya! Aww, they kissed! HA it's not that easy! Wait 'n see. --~~*~~--
Artanis left the hidden glade quickly and headed back to her chambers wearing a blush that could even bee seen in the twilight. She was walking on air! What a wonderful night it had been! She thought dreamily about the young elf lord and his arms around her waist, the warmth of his body, the way he had returned her kiss. The kiss!
Artanis stopped in her tracks and thought about the kiss. It should not have gone that far! What had she been thinking? Her blush turned from the previous shade of romance-enraptured pink to the deep red of embarrassment.
Everyone knew how many young elves, and men alike, made attempts to court her. She had only known Celeborn for three hours at the most! He probably thought that she kissed every elf that courted her!
Why had she done that? Artanis started walking quickly towards her chambers so that he would not catch her. Tears of rage started to pool in the corners of her eyes as she stormed down the halls of the palace of Doriath.
Celeborn had begun to like her and she had to go and ruin it all! He would never like her; she had been far to forward. "Arggg," Artanis growled to herself as she stormed into her bedchamber, slamming the door behind her.
Artanis walked quickly across the marble floor of her bedchamber to her bed, where she flopped onto the cloud of white silk. "Will I never learn?" she asked herself. The last time someone had tried to kiss her without her permission she had given him a rather large black eye.
Artanis punched her pillow angrily. She was too angry with herself to change. Settling into her blankets, she fell into a restless sleep.
--~~*~~--
Celeborn stood fixed to the spot in the grove. He was currently on the biggest hormone rush of his life. A woman had just kissed him! He licked his lips; they tasted like Artanis, who tasted like Lembas and some sort of sweet fruit that he couldn't quite think of.
He had only known her for three hours, too! He felt good, no, he felt great! He stood in the clearing for a few more minutes, pondering his success with the most beautiful young elf maiden in middle earth before leaving the grove.
If anyone in Doriath, who had a window overlooking the gardens of the palace had looked out their window they would have seen a comical site. A certain silver haired elf lord, who usually was the very definition of calm, cool, and collected, was swaggering through the gardens with a very satisfied smile on his face. He would stop occasionally to perform some silly male victory gesture, such as punching the air. As he lay in bed that evening reading, two thoughts entertained Celeborn's mind. How well he had handled the situation, and how he could relive the evening all over again.
Don't forget to read and review Silindro's fics, especially Dusk Before Dawn. It's really good!