AUTHOR'S NOTE: Told you this one would not take as long! Thanks to everyone
who has reviewed, and thanks especially to those who have suggested how I
can find names. Um.I think that's it for now. I guess I should warn you
that this chapter is even shorter than the last, but I am by no means
trying to stretch out the story. it is long enough by itself! I have a
feeling it will end up being close to thirty chapters (no happily ever
after any time soon!) so get comfy! Well, I think that's it for now. Enjoy,
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When Kika informed Rilyien about all of she had learned, it took nearly an hour to calm down the tearful elf. After she had calmed down, she immediately began making suggestions for their wedding. Legolas watched on in amusement as Rilyien filled Kika's ears with what flowers should be used, when the ceremony should be held, what the dress should look like, and everything else you could possibly imagine that could be planned for a wedding ceremony. It was past noon when Kika turned to Legolas as if to confirm some color or something Rilyien had proposed and mouthed 'help me!' Legolas grinned and turned to Rilyien.
"Yes, I think that color should work fine. I was hoping to steal Kikania away from you for luncheon, if you do not mind." Rilyien smiled.
"Is it time for luncheon already? Oh, dear, I did not realize that so much time had passed! Of course, go ahead. But Kika, you must return this afternoon, for I must get your measurements so that I can begin working on a dress for you for the banquet tomorrow." Kika shook her head.
"No, you do not need to worry about that. Lady Galadriel said that she would provide a dress for me. I will see you later, Rilyien," she called over her shoulder as she left behind Legolas.
"I was beginning to wonder if I would ever escape," she laughed after they had left. "Was you really paying attention to anything she was saying?" she asked. Legolas grinned sheepishly.
"No," he replied. "But not because I am not interested in our wedding," he added quickly. Kika laughed.
"I know, I was not listening very well either. I just nodded and said something in agreement every once in a while. My mind was elsewhere." She squealed with laughter as Legolas assaulted her sides.
"And where was your mind, might I ask," he said as he continued tickling. Kika collapsed, gasping with laughter. Legolas went down with her, his fingers continuing their torture.
"Legolas - please - stop!" she gasped as she struggled uselessly against him. He rolled her over, pinning her down with his legs while continuing to tickle her relentlessly.
"Hmm. you are ticklish, are you? Well now I have a good bargaining tool whenever you are being stubborn." Kika attempted to glare, but she could not stop laughing long enough to accomplish that. "Do you yield?" he asked as he continued tickling. Kika was not about to give up that quickly and fought back for several more minutes, giggling all the while. Finally she gave up.
"Okay! I yield!" she cried. Legolas stopped tickling but continued to hold her down. It took them several minutes to catch their breath. When her breathing was once again regular and Legolas still had her pinned down. "Will you not release me?" Legolas grinned.
"No," he replied. Kika frowned.
"Why not?"
"Because I am going to kiss you," he stated matter-of-factly, then did just that. It was not a simple peck like Kika was expecting; it was a kiss full of passion, designed to draw the breath right out of her. It was strong and gentle at the same time, like Legolas himself. When their lips finally parted, Legolas pulled back and looked for a long time into her eyes before sighing and laying his head on her shoulder.
"What is wrong?" Kika asked. Legolas sat up against a tree, then pulled Kika into his lap.
"Do you think tomorrow is too soon to leave for Mirkwood?" he asked, his fingers gently combing through her hair, which had gotten tangled during their tussle.
"I am ready to go whenever you are," she replied. "But why so soon? I had thought that you would wish to take some rest since you just arrived here yourself yesterday."
"I am fine; I do not need to rest. I would prefer to arrive at Mirkwood sooner rather than later." Kika was now curious as to his hurry and would not put off so easily.
"You have yet told me why you are in such a hurry," she said stubbornly.
"If you must know, it is because you said you will not wed me without my father's permission, which we cannot very well obtain here, and I want for you to be mine so badly it hurts." Kika was stunned into silence as her eyes filled with tears at his confession. She searched for her voice and after several moments of silence she finally found it.
"It is hard for me, too, to wait, I mean, but you understand why I want your father's approval, don't you?" Legolas nodded as he continued to play with her hair.
"Yes, I know that you insist on it out of concern for me, and I love you all the more for it, which only makes me want you more, making it harder to wait. Vicious circle is it not?" Kika gave him a small grin and nodded. They sat in silence for a few minutes before Legolas broke it. "Oh! I nearly forgot." He produced the ring he had given Kika in Mirkwood. "I had hoped you would wear this again." Kika smiled
"Of course I will. I cannot believe I threw it at you so carelessly yesterday, even if I did not want it, a ring as fine as this one should not be treated so thoughtlessly. It was not damaged, was it?" Legolas laughed.
"No, this ring was crafted very well, and has lasted for many years, and has most likely survived treatment much worse than being thrown." He slipped the ring onto her finger.
"It is strange that it fits me so perfectly," she said, Legolas grinned.
"Strange? I like to think it was meant to be that way," he replied. He leaned in for another devastating kiss. A kiss that wreaked such havoc on both their senses that neither one of them heard the approaching footsteps.
"Oh, how touching. The prince and the elf he Ithinks/I he will marry." Kika's blood ran cold at the sound of that voice. Legolas's arm instinctively tightened around her.
"I told you to keep you distance, Rumil," Legolas practically growled. Rumil gave a snort of disdain.
"You may be used to people obeying you, IPrince/I Legolas, but I am not one of your loyal subjects. I live in these woods, I may go where I please in them." As he spoke, Legolas stood, pulling Kika with him, and placed himself between her and Rumil. "At least I took her to my flet when I tried to take her as my wife," Rumil continued, his tone light as if he was carrying on a normal conversation. Legolas took a step forward, but Kika placed her hand on his shoulder and he stopped and glanced back at her. She shook her head slightly. Rumil laughed when he saw this. "Taking orders from a female, Legolas?" Now Kika stepped forward, around Legolas.
"No, he respects me, which is more than you can say for yourself." She glared at him; he stared back, as if in challenge. She refused to look away, lest he think her frightened of him. She was, of course, but she would never give him the satisfaction of knowing that. They stood in silence before Legolas finally spoke.
"I believe we have had quite enough of your idiocy, Rumil, and let me reiterate my former warning, since you obviously are too slow to understand when you are being threatened. If you come near me or Kika again, you will not walk away unharmed. And if you even think the most fleeting thought about touching her, I swear you will not live long enough to try." Legolas turned, wrapping his arm possessively around Kika's waist, and began to walk away. Rumil's voice echoed through the trees after them.
"You may walk away with her at your side now, Legolas, but I suspect the next time we see each other I will have her as mine. Not through violence, as you evidently think," he continued as Legolas whirled around to face him once again. "But through completely honest and lawful means. She was betrothed to me, and such an agreement cannot be broken as easily as the two of you have made it seem. I intend to take her back, and even you will not be able to stop it if I prove that she rightfully belongs to me, that our betrothal is not officially broken."
A/N: Oh no!! Rumil strikes again! So what do you think? Please review!
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When Kika informed Rilyien about all of she had learned, it took nearly an hour to calm down the tearful elf. After she had calmed down, she immediately began making suggestions for their wedding. Legolas watched on in amusement as Rilyien filled Kika's ears with what flowers should be used, when the ceremony should be held, what the dress should look like, and everything else you could possibly imagine that could be planned for a wedding ceremony. It was past noon when Kika turned to Legolas as if to confirm some color or something Rilyien had proposed and mouthed 'help me!' Legolas grinned and turned to Rilyien.
"Yes, I think that color should work fine. I was hoping to steal Kikania away from you for luncheon, if you do not mind." Rilyien smiled.
"Is it time for luncheon already? Oh, dear, I did not realize that so much time had passed! Of course, go ahead. But Kika, you must return this afternoon, for I must get your measurements so that I can begin working on a dress for you for the banquet tomorrow." Kika shook her head.
"No, you do not need to worry about that. Lady Galadriel said that she would provide a dress for me. I will see you later, Rilyien," she called over her shoulder as she left behind Legolas.
"I was beginning to wonder if I would ever escape," she laughed after they had left. "Was you really paying attention to anything she was saying?" she asked. Legolas grinned sheepishly.
"No," he replied. "But not because I am not interested in our wedding," he added quickly. Kika laughed.
"I know, I was not listening very well either. I just nodded and said something in agreement every once in a while. My mind was elsewhere." She squealed with laughter as Legolas assaulted her sides.
"And where was your mind, might I ask," he said as he continued tickling. Kika collapsed, gasping with laughter. Legolas went down with her, his fingers continuing their torture.
"Legolas - please - stop!" she gasped as she struggled uselessly against him. He rolled her over, pinning her down with his legs while continuing to tickle her relentlessly.
"Hmm. you are ticklish, are you? Well now I have a good bargaining tool whenever you are being stubborn." Kika attempted to glare, but she could not stop laughing long enough to accomplish that. "Do you yield?" he asked as he continued tickling. Kika was not about to give up that quickly and fought back for several more minutes, giggling all the while. Finally she gave up.
"Okay! I yield!" she cried. Legolas stopped tickling but continued to hold her down. It took them several minutes to catch their breath. When her breathing was once again regular and Legolas still had her pinned down. "Will you not release me?" Legolas grinned.
"No," he replied. Kika frowned.
"Why not?"
"Because I am going to kiss you," he stated matter-of-factly, then did just that. It was not a simple peck like Kika was expecting; it was a kiss full of passion, designed to draw the breath right out of her. It was strong and gentle at the same time, like Legolas himself. When their lips finally parted, Legolas pulled back and looked for a long time into her eyes before sighing and laying his head on her shoulder.
"What is wrong?" Kika asked. Legolas sat up against a tree, then pulled Kika into his lap.
"Do you think tomorrow is too soon to leave for Mirkwood?" he asked, his fingers gently combing through her hair, which had gotten tangled during their tussle.
"I am ready to go whenever you are," she replied. "But why so soon? I had thought that you would wish to take some rest since you just arrived here yourself yesterday."
"I am fine; I do not need to rest. I would prefer to arrive at Mirkwood sooner rather than later." Kika was now curious as to his hurry and would not put off so easily.
"You have yet told me why you are in such a hurry," she said stubbornly.
"If you must know, it is because you said you will not wed me without my father's permission, which we cannot very well obtain here, and I want for you to be mine so badly it hurts." Kika was stunned into silence as her eyes filled with tears at his confession. She searched for her voice and after several moments of silence she finally found it.
"It is hard for me, too, to wait, I mean, but you understand why I want your father's approval, don't you?" Legolas nodded as he continued to play with her hair.
"Yes, I know that you insist on it out of concern for me, and I love you all the more for it, which only makes me want you more, making it harder to wait. Vicious circle is it not?" Kika gave him a small grin and nodded. They sat in silence for a few minutes before Legolas broke it. "Oh! I nearly forgot." He produced the ring he had given Kika in Mirkwood. "I had hoped you would wear this again." Kika smiled
"Of course I will. I cannot believe I threw it at you so carelessly yesterday, even if I did not want it, a ring as fine as this one should not be treated so thoughtlessly. It was not damaged, was it?" Legolas laughed.
"No, this ring was crafted very well, and has lasted for many years, and has most likely survived treatment much worse than being thrown." He slipped the ring onto her finger.
"It is strange that it fits me so perfectly," she said, Legolas grinned.
"Strange? I like to think it was meant to be that way," he replied. He leaned in for another devastating kiss. A kiss that wreaked such havoc on both their senses that neither one of them heard the approaching footsteps.
"Oh, how touching. The prince and the elf he Ithinks/I he will marry." Kika's blood ran cold at the sound of that voice. Legolas's arm instinctively tightened around her.
"I told you to keep you distance, Rumil," Legolas practically growled. Rumil gave a snort of disdain.
"You may be used to people obeying you, IPrince/I Legolas, but I am not one of your loyal subjects. I live in these woods, I may go where I please in them." As he spoke, Legolas stood, pulling Kika with him, and placed himself between her and Rumil. "At least I took her to my flet when I tried to take her as my wife," Rumil continued, his tone light as if he was carrying on a normal conversation. Legolas took a step forward, but Kika placed her hand on his shoulder and he stopped and glanced back at her. She shook her head slightly. Rumil laughed when he saw this. "Taking orders from a female, Legolas?" Now Kika stepped forward, around Legolas.
"No, he respects me, which is more than you can say for yourself." She glared at him; he stared back, as if in challenge. She refused to look away, lest he think her frightened of him. She was, of course, but she would never give him the satisfaction of knowing that. They stood in silence before Legolas finally spoke.
"I believe we have had quite enough of your idiocy, Rumil, and let me reiterate my former warning, since you obviously are too slow to understand when you are being threatened. If you come near me or Kika again, you will not walk away unharmed. And if you even think the most fleeting thought about touching her, I swear you will not live long enough to try." Legolas turned, wrapping his arm possessively around Kika's waist, and began to walk away. Rumil's voice echoed through the trees after them.
"You may walk away with her at your side now, Legolas, but I suspect the next time we see each other I will have her as mine. Not through violence, as you evidently think," he continued as Legolas whirled around to face him once again. "But through completely honest and lawful means. She was betrothed to me, and such an agreement cannot be broken as easily as the two of you have made it seem. I intend to take her back, and even you will not be able to stop it if I prove that she rightfully belongs to me, that our betrothal is not officially broken."
A/N: Oh no!! Rumil strikes again! So what do you think? Please review!
