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disclaimer, so here goes:
Disclaimer: I do not own anything of Tolkien's.
Now that was not that hard, now was it? It seems like kind of a given to me. Disclaimers are kind of stupid. If it is his, how could it be mine? Ok, what else? I have begun my new fanfic, but I have not begun posting it yet. I want to get a few chapters done first. Yes, it is another Legolas romance, and it most likely be another Mary-sue, but I think that it will be much better than this one. I don't like this one that much. Oh well. Please review!
P.S. I have changed a paragraph of the story because of some new information, so if you have already read this, you may want to reread the paragraph where they are heading back to the palace.
Kikania Icicles and Hairdos
" .and she will have your blue eyes, but hopefully she will be spared my stubbornness," giggled Kika. She and Legolas had been sitting by the edge of the stream for hours, talking about how their lives would be after they were wed (although this discussion was often interrupted by long kisses). They had spoken of everything from where they would build their home, to what color the flowers in the garden would be, to how many children they would have. Legolas leaned down and his lips brushed against her neck, then the tip of her ear. His nose touched the tip of her ear as he chuckled.
"If any of our children end up with your strong will and my temper, then we will have a real problem," he teased. Kika shook her head as she began laughing, too.
"I do not think it is possible for an elf to have such a terrible combination. Perhaps a man or dwarf, but not an elf." This brought an even louder laugh from Legolas. "Besides, I have not seen your supposedly terrible temper. How do I know that it is even all that bad?"
"Oh, yes, it is that bad. It takes quite a bit to get to me, but once I am set off. well hopefully it will be long time before you ever see it. And as for having both, my father has that combination. And I know for sure that the combination occurs in dwarves, Gimli is living proof of that." Kika looked up to the sky, where the stars were just beginning to give way to dawn.
"We have been out here all night! How could the time have flown by so quickly?" Legolas rested his chin on her shoulder so that she could feel his breath on her neck and ear as he spoke.
"I have found that time loses all meaning when I am with you." Kika stretched her neck to relieve her tense muscles, and Legolas kissed her neck softly as she did so. He then began gently kneading her aching muscles.
"How were you even able to pull back you bowstring yesterday?" he asked as he attempted to rub the tautness out of her shoulder. Kika had not had a backrub in a long time, though she sometimes felt that she had needed one badly, and every bit of stress ran out of her like water under Legolas's touch.
"Is that better?" he asked. Kika turned to face him.
"Yes, very much so. Thank you, I needed that badly." Legolas grinned.
"My pleasure. Any time you need another, say the word. I expect the same in return, though," he said humorously. Kika laughed.
"I would probably end up making it worse." She once again looked at the sky, which was quickly being overtaken by dawn. "Should we go back? If anyone were to find us missing." Legolas groaned.
"I would much rather stay out here with you forever, but I suppose you are right." After another lingering kiss, Legolas slowly stood and helped Kika up. They leisurely made their way back to the manor, not wanting their time together to end.
"Going in the front door might not be the smartest thing to do," said Legolas. "Some of the servants might jump to conclusions, and it is amazing how quickly the slightest rumor can reach my father. Then when we inform him of our engagement, he may think that it is for lust rather than true love." Kika understood. She, too, would rather not have people think that they had 'bonded' out of lust and had to formally wed because of that.
"Is that tree near our rooms close enough to jump to the balcony from it? I left my door unlocked." Legolas grinned impishly.
"Yes, it is close enough. I used to sneak out that way when I was much younger. I would leave after everyone was asleep and return before they awoke in the morning. I did not have anything to do except walk the woods, which were even more dangerous then than they are now, but I did it just to rebel, I suppose. Father actually caught me once; I was grounded to my room for two days, and he actually had a guard posted within sight of the tree for months afterwards to make sure that I did not get away with it again." Kika giggled at the thought of a cute little blonde elfling dangling from a tree limb with the king coming around the corner.
"Hopefully there is no guard there now," she said.
"There is not," said Legolas. "My father has long since put me in charge of the palace guards." When they reached the tree, Legolas pulled himself up onto the lowest branch, then moved to the side so that Kika could do the same. They made their way up its branches until they were they were just above their balcony, so that they could leap across onto it. Legolas went first, leaping nimbly onto the thin railing, which he balanced on easily before dropping down onto the floor. Kika saw how agile he was, even for an elf. She leapt easily from the tree limb to the railing, but once she got there, she began to lose her balance. Just as she was about to tumble backwards, Legolas clamped a strong arm about her waist and pulled her away from the edge. Kika breathlessly stood in shock.
"I should be disowned by all wood elves!" she cried. Legolas shook his head as he led her inside.
"No, that rail is a very slim one. The only reason I was able to do that was because I have done it since I was an elfling." Kika nodded, still quite shaken from the experience.
"I guess we should go to breakfast, since we missed dinner last night." Kika looked worried about this.
"But what will we tell your father why we were not there?" Legolas had a determined look on his face, though inwardly he, too, was anxious.
"We will tell him the truth," he said as his arms encircled her waist. "It would not be long before he noticed the ring, anyway." Kika visibly paled, and Legolas held her closer. "Do not be frightened, Kikania. I love you, and he will, too." Kika nodded.
"I need to change clothes," she said. "I do not want to look like an animal when he finds out about this." Legolas shook his head.
"Like I said last night, I think you look beautiful no matter what you wear. But you are right, wearing traveling clothes to breakfast might not be a great idea." Kika pulled away and walked to the wardrobe which was filled with beautiful dresses.
"Can you help me select one? You know what your father like more than I do." Legolas moved behind her.
"Of course." He paused, thinking. "His favorite color is green, same as mine." He pulled out a light green dress. "How about this one?" Kika looked at the dress with her eyebrows raised.
"I am not exactly a fashion expert, but I am quite sure that most elf maidens do not wear single-strapped dresses in the middle of winter." Legolas let out a short laugh.
"You are correct. You see, I have a hidden agenda to turn you into a Kikania-icicle." Kika laughed and pulled out another dress, a dark green one. It was embroidered in gold thread and the sleeves, as with most elvish dresses, belled out, but only slightly on this particular dress. She began to put it back, thinking it too formal for breakfast, but Legolas stopped her by placing a hand on her arm.
"What is wrong with this one?" he asked.
"Is it not too formal?" she asked, looking at the dress skeptically.
"No, it is perfect," he said. "He will love it." He wound his arms around her waist from behind and rested his chin on her shoulder. "He will love it, but not nearly as much as I love you," he said, with his lips against her ear. Kika felt a shiver of delight run down her spine. She turned her head to him to speak, but he had been about to kiss her cheek, so when she turned her head, he ended up on her lips. Neither begrudged the mistake, but Kika grudgingly pulled away sooner than she would have liked.
"I must change if we are to be there on time," she said. After another kiss on her forehead, Legolas finally pulled away and entered his room.
Kika slowly, nervously, changed dresses, then looked hopelessly in the mirror at her hair. Just then there was a knock at the door. When she opened it, Kuline was standing on the other side. Kika said a silent prayer of thanks as she greeted her. Kuline's keen eyes darted around the room after Kika brought her in.
"I just wanted to make sure that you were well, my lady, since you were not at dinner last night. Come to think of it, neither was the prince." Her eyes settled back onto Kika when she was satisfied that there was nobody else in the room. Kika smiled at her.
"Kuline, I need your help. Could you please help me with my hair again?" Kika's hand came up to gesture at the offending mess, but it was captured by Kuline halfway there.
"Ah, now what is this?" The maid gasped when she got a good look at the ring. She groped for words. "Is this. the ring. his mother. oh my lady, you will be a princess!" she finally cried.
"Shhh!" Kika hushed her. "I should have been more careful, for nobody knows yet. We are telling the King this morning. That is why my hair must look presentable at the very least." Kika turned back worriedly to the reflection before her.
Kuline stood for a moment, taking in Kika, before saying, "Lady Kikania, you have the rare golden tresses. I think you should leave your hair down instead putting up in some fancy do like all the other maidens." She quickly fetched a brush and gently began brushing Kika's hair straight. As she looked at the finished product, she beamed.
"My lady, you are radiant. You seem to glow with bliss and beauty." Kika blushed at this outrageous compliment, but as she scrutinized her reflection, she had to admit that she looked prettier than usual. Just then there was a knock on the door from Legolas's room. After wishing Kika luck, Kuline quickly exited as Kika opened the door to Legolas.
A/N: Ok, I get the feeling that this is a crappy chapter, but you have to understand, I am sick and did not get to bed until 4:15 am. *begins to cry* Why can't you review? Just press that purply-blue button down there! I would even welcome flames at this point! Seriously, tell me anything! You like it, you hate it, good story, bad story, good grammar, bad grammar, your birthday, your favorite color, what you think should happen later on in the story(even though I already know hehehehe)! Please! I'm desperate! If you would only review, I would spit out new chapters so much faster. I kind of have a 'job' now (long story) so new chapters may not come as quickly. And lack of reviews induces writer's blocks. Perhaps permanent ones. You have been warned.
Disclaimer: I do not own anything of Tolkien's.
Now that was not that hard, now was it? It seems like kind of a given to me. Disclaimers are kind of stupid. If it is his, how could it be mine? Ok, what else? I have begun my new fanfic, but I have not begun posting it yet. I want to get a few chapters done first. Yes, it is another Legolas romance, and it most likely be another Mary-sue, but I think that it will be much better than this one. I don't like this one that much. Oh well. Please review!
P.S. I have changed a paragraph of the story because of some new information, so if you have already read this, you may want to reread the paragraph where they are heading back to the palace.
Kikania Icicles and Hairdos
" .and she will have your blue eyes, but hopefully she will be spared my stubbornness," giggled Kika. She and Legolas had been sitting by the edge of the stream for hours, talking about how their lives would be after they were wed (although this discussion was often interrupted by long kisses). They had spoken of everything from where they would build their home, to what color the flowers in the garden would be, to how many children they would have. Legolas leaned down and his lips brushed against her neck, then the tip of her ear. His nose touched the tip of her ear as he chuckled.
"If any of our children end up with your strong will and my temper, then we will have a real problem," he teased. Kika shook her head as she began laughing, too.
"I do not think it is possible for an elf to have such a terrible combination. Perhaps a man or dwarf, but not an elf." This brought an even louder laugh from Legolas. "Besides, I have not seen your supposedly terrible temper. How do I know that it is even all that bad?"
"Oh, yes, it is that bad. It takes quite a bit to get to me, but once I am set off. well hopefully it will be long time before you ever see it. And as for having both, my father has that combination. And I know for sure that the combination occurs in dwarves, Gimli is living proof of that." Kika looked up to the sky, where the stars were just beginning to give way to dawn.
"We have been out here all night! How could the time have flown by so quickly?" Legolas rested his chin on her shoulder so that she could feel his breath on her neck and ear as he spoke.
"I have found that time loses all meaning when I am with you." Kika stretched her neck to relieve her tense muscles, and Legolas kissed her neck softly as she did so. He then began gently kneading her aching muscles.
"How were you even able to pull back you bowstring yesterday?" he asked as he attempted to rub the tautness out of her shoulder. Kika had not had a backrub in a long time, though she sometimes felt that she had needed one badly, and every bit of stress ran out of her like water under Legolas's touch.
"Is that better?" he asked. Kika turned to face him.
"Yes, very much so. Thank you, I needed that badly." Legolas grinned.
"My pleasure. Any time you need another, say the word. I expect the same in return, though," he said humorously. Kika laughed.
"I would probably end up making it worse." She once again looked at the sky, which was quickly being overtaken by dawn. "Should we go back? If anyone were to find us missing." Legolas groaned.
"I would much rather stay out here with you forever, but I suppose you are right." After another lingering kiss, Legolas slowly stood and helped Kika up. They leisurely made their way back to the manor, not wanting their time together to end.
"Going in the front door might not be the smartest thing to do," said Legolas. "Some of the servants might jump to conclusions, and it is amazing how quickly the slightest rumor can reach my father. Then when we inform him of our engagement, he may think that it is for lust rather than true love." Kika understood. She, too, would rather not have people think that they had 'bonded' out of lust and had to formally wed because of that.
"Is that tree near our rooms close enough to jump to the balcony from it? I left my door unlocked." Legolas grinned impishly.
"Yes, it is close enough. I used to sneak out that way when I was much younger. I would leave after everyone was asleep and return before they awoke in the morning. I did not have anything to do except walk the woods, which were even more dangerous then than they are now, but I did it just to rebel, I suppose. Father actually caught me once; I was grounded to my room for two days, and he actually had a guard posted within sight of the tree for months afterwards to make sure that I did not get away with it again." Kika giggled at the thought of a cute little blonde elfling dangling from a tree limb with the king coming around the corner.
"Hopefully there is no guard there now," she said.
"There is not," said Legolas. "My father has long since put me in charge of the palace guards." When they reached the tree, Legolas pulled himself up onto the lowest branch, then moved to the side so that Kika could do the same. They made their way up its branches until they were they were just above their balcony, so that they could leap across onto it. Legolas went first, leaping nimbly onto the thin railing, which he balanced on easily before dropping down onto the floor. Kika saw how agile he was, even for an elf. She leapt easily from the tree limb to the railing, but once she got there, she began to lose her balance. Just as she was about to tumble backwards, Legolas clamped a strong arm about her waist and pulled her away from the edge. Kika breathlessly stood in shock.
"I should be disowned by all wood elves!" she cried. Legolas shook his head as he led her inside.
"No, that rail is a very slim one. The only reason I was able to do that was because I have done it since I was an elfling." Kika nodded, still quite shaken from the experience.
"I guess we should go to breakfast, since we missed dinner last night." Kika looked worried about this.
"But what will we tell your father why we were not there?" Legolas had a determined look on his face, though inwardly he, too, was anxious.
"We will tell him the truth," he said as his arms encircled her waist. "It would not be long before he noticed the ring, anyway." Kika visibly paled, and Legolas held her closer. "Do not be frightened, Kikania. I love you, and he will, too." Kika nodded.
"I need to change clothes," she said. "I do not want to look like an animal when he finds out about this." Legolas shook his head.
"Like I said last night, I think you look beautiful no matter what you wear. But you are right, wearing traveling clothes to breakfast might not be a great idea." Kika pulled away and walked to the wardrobe which was filled with beautiful dresses.
"Can you help me select one? You know what your father like more than I do." Legolas moved behind her.
"Of course." He paused, thinking. "His favorite color is green, same as mine." He pulled out a light green dress. "How about this one?" Kika looked at the dress with her eyebrows raised.
"I am not exactly a fashion expert, but I am quite sure that most elf maidens do not wear single-strapped dresses in the middle of winter." Legolas let out a short laugh.
"You are correct. You see, I have a hidden agenda to turn you into a Kikania-icicle." Kika laughed and pulled out another dress, a dark green one. It was embroidered in gold thread and the sleeves, as with most elvish dresses, belled out, but only slightly on this particular dress. She began to put it back, thinking it too formal for breakfast, but Legolas stopped her by placing a hand on her arm.
"What is wrong with this one?" he asked.
"Is it not too formal?" she asked, looking at the dress skeptically.
"No, it is perfect," he said. "He will love it." He wound his arms around her waist from behind and rested his chin on her shoulder. "He will love it, but not nearly as much as I love you," he said, with his lips against her ear. Kika felt a shiver of delight run down her spine. She turned her head to him to speak, but he had been about to kiss her cheek, so when she turned her head, he ended up on her lips. Neither begrudged the mistake, but Kika grudgingly pulled away sooner than she would have liked.
"I must change if we are to be there on time," she said. After another kiss on her forehead, Legolas finally pulled away and entered his room.
Kika slowly, nervously, changed dresses, then looked hopelessly in the mirror at her hair. Just then there was a knock at the door. When she opened it, Kuline was standing on the other side. Kika said a silent prayer of thanks as she greeted her. Kuline's keen eyes darted around the room after Kika brought her in.
"I just wanted to make sure that you were well, my lady, since you were not at dinner last night. Come to think of it, neither was the prince." Her eyes settled back onto Kika when she was satisfied that there was nobody else in the room. Kika smiled at her.
"Kuline, I need your help. Could you please help me with my hair again?" Kika's hand came up to gesture at the offending mess, but it was captured by Kuline halfway there.
"Ah, now what is this?" The maid gasped when she got a good look at the ring. She groped for words. "Is this. the ring. his mother. oh my lady, you will be a princess!" she finally cried.
"Shhh!" Kika hushed her. "I should have been more careful, for nobody knows yet. We are telling the King this morning. That is why my hair must look presentable at the very least." Kika turned back worriedly to the reflection before her.
Kuline stood for a moment, taking in Kika, before saying, "Lady Kikania, you have the rare golden tresses. I think you should leave your hair down instead putting up in some fancy do like all the other maidens." She quickly fetched a brush and gently began brushing Kika's hair straight. As she looked at the finished product, she beamed.
"My lady, you are radiant. You seem to glow with bliss and beauty." Kika blushed at this outrageous compliment, but as she scrutinized her reflection, she had to admit that she looked prettier than usual. Just then there was a knock on the door from Legolas's room. After wishing Kika luck, Kuline quickly exited as Kika opened the door to Legolas.
A/N: Ok, I get the feeling that this is a crappy chapter, but you have to understand, I am sick and did not get to bed until 4:15 am. *begins to cry* Why can't you review? Just press that purply-blue button down there! I would even welcome flames at this point! Seriously, tell me anything! You like it, you hate it, good story, bad story, good grammar, bad grammar, your birthday, your favorite color, what you think should happen later on in the story(even though I already know hehehehe)! Please! I'm desperate! If you would only review, I would spit out new chapters so much faster. I kind of have a 'job' now (long story) so new chapters may not come as quickly. And lack of reviews induces writer's blocks. Perhaps permanent ones. You have been warned.
