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NOTE THIS: I do not study the traditions of elves, if there are any, so I created my own. If you do not like it you have a right to tell me but please do not get smart because you have been warned. I have better things to do with my time that to research fictional characters.
Long chapter. Hope you enjoy. Please review!
~*~ tiffiany-45: Thank you for your review. Do not jump the gun on me though, I am just getting started on this story. There is much to come. I am sorry about the haziness of their past but it was kind of hazy to them as well. I feel that you, as an imaginative reader, should fill in the blanks with your own version of what happened. Candy for the mind I like to call it. I hope you continue reading.
~*~ Legolas/SailorMoonLoverBonita: I am so glad you like it! I hope you like what is about to happen in near chapers too!
~*~ Soccer-Bitch: Like I said before, (I think), all will be revealed in due time. You will find out the reactions and such shortly in upcoming chapters. Just for the record, I never said her story was stupid, I just said that it was a little choppy and not really my style. If ya'll do get it fixed, I promise to read it again with an open mind! :-)
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Chapter 8
The royal search party finally came to their destination of Bree. It was late in the night and the rain fell in sheets upon them. Aragorn led them to an inn called `The Prancing Pony' and ushered them inside.
Once all the men were inside the dimly lit pub the bartender came up from behind the bar to greet them. "Strider!" He called. "It has been awhile. The usual I suppose?" "No, not tonight. I am looking for someone. Two someones to be precise. Two elves. Have you seen them?"
"Elves, eh?" The bartender repeated as he thought about the last few days of customers. "One male, one female, pointy ears and long blonde hair the both of em'?" "Yes." Aragorn said with his heart dropping. What if Gandalf was wrong and Legolas and Zara really did come this way instead of to the Shire?
" "Yeah I saw em'. Think they're still here as a matter of fact." Aragorn could feel Gimli shift awkwardly on his feet beside him and the hopeful breaths of air the others were breathing behind them.
"And where are they?" Aragorn asked in a breathless whisper. The plump bartender scanned the crowd of his tavern until he saw what he was looking for. "Over there." He said pointing. "I'll lead you to em'." He got out from around the bar and led the men to the very far corner of the bar. Aragorn tried to see in advance whether or not it was really them but could only see the backs of their heads and by the looks of it; it was them.
The bartender tapped on the male's shoulder and whispered something in his ear. The man turned around and stared at them curiously with brown eyes.
It was not Legolas.
Aragorn's heart felt like a great pressure had been released from it. "We are sorry to bother you, but we thought you were our friends. Forgive us." He turned to see the disappointed faces of Legolas' friends. "We must not give up hope." He told them. "There are still places to look. We cannot do anything tonight. Let us rest here and plan what to do in the morning."
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The morning sun tickled Zara's face as she peacefully slept. She could faintly hear voices, footsteps, and the opening and closing of the door. She slowly opened her eyes to find herself in the home of Frodo Baggins, on her wedding day. A smile curled on her lips and a girlish giggle escaped them.
She sank down into the feather pillows and stretched her arms above her head. She looked at the clock beside the bed. It was late in the morning. She hardly ever slept this late but figured that she should have some luxury on the mourn of her wedding.
A soft knock from the door jerked her out of her peaceful serenity. She quickly got up and covered her scantily clad self with her sage robe and answered the door. Outside stood a woman hobbit with curly hair, behind her was Gandalf.
"Good morning Zara. I trust you slept well." "Very well." Zara said as she motioned for them to come in. "This is Rosie. She is a friend of our hobbit companions. She is going to help you get ready." Rosie smiled shyly and curtsied in respect of the future royalty that stood before her. "Oh, no, no. Don't do that." Zara exclaimed blushing. She did not feel that it was necessary for someone who was going to help her to treat her like she was an unapproachable goddess. Gandalf translated the message and the hobbit blushed deeply. Zara smiled warmly at her, she already like her.
"Where is Legolas?" She asked Gandalf. "He is out with Frodo, Sam, Merry, and Pippin. Fear not, in a short time you will have him back in your arms. Especially for your wedding night." Gandalf winked roguishly at her. Zara blushed again severely at the comment and gesture and raised a hand to her mouth. She heard Gandalf laugh at her. "Good day Zara." "Good day Gandalf." Zara slammed the door behind him.
Her face still red she faced Rosie and shurgged at her and rolled her eyes about Gandalf. She could tell Rosie was nervous about being around her. Rosie began to ask a question in her language and pointed to her dress, indicating to Zara that she was asking what she was going to wear.
Zara immediately brightened up and rushed to her chair next to her bag where she had laid out her dress to remove any wrinkles that had settled. It was in fact, the same dress Lord Rinarmo had said she was too fat for.
She raised it for Rosie's inspection. Rosie's mouth dropped at the sight of the dress. Never had she ever seen anything so fine in the Shire. She eagerly nodded her head and immediately began to help Zara dress.
She gently tied up the silk ribbon back and stood back for an inspection. Zara was a vision. The dress was a sleeveless slip made of fine white silk with a long-sleeved lace overlay with an empire waist. The sleeves went at least five inches past her hands and belled out. At the empire waist were tiny diamonds and the lace overlay split and flowed out to reveal the slip. The back of the dress plunged to Zara's lower back and was laced with white silk ribbon. The natural creaminess of her skin was glowing and her smile was beaming. Rosie pulled half of her hair up and created an intricate knot of twists, curls, and stray pieces sticking out with tiny baby's breath flowers here and there. She adjusted the majestic mithril elf crown on her head that Legolas had sent earlier.
"You look beautiful." Rosie whispered. She knew the elf couldn't understand her but the look on her face was enough. A soft knock was heard at the door, it was Frodo dressed in his best. "It's time." He said in elvish. He learned that phrase a few minutes ago just for this occasion. He could see the excitement and apprehension in Zara's eyes. He smiled comfortly and held out his hand for her to take. She gratefully took his hand and he led her out to a meadow.
The meadow was a rich green with two trees in the center. The trees had elegant ribbons tied around their trunks, and just like Zara wanted, there were flowers everywhere.
Flowers were in the trees, around them, around the six chairs that were occupied by Bilbo, Sam, Rosie, Pippin, Merry, and know Frodo, petals were even gently falling from the sky. Between the two trunks was an arch with Gandalf underneath and Legolas standing in front and to the side.
Legolas looked all the more handsome that she had ever seen him. In proper elvin wedding tradition, he was dressed in a fine white silk tunic and breeches. His hair was bound only by his two tiny braids and his mithril crown graced his head royally.
Soft music floated from an unknown source and Zara timidly made her way down the grassed aisle clutching her bouquet of white lilies. When she reached her mate she placed her hands in his and waited for Gandalf to begin the ceremony, entirely in elvish.
"Welcome friends and esteemed guests. We are gathered here today to join two unique people, Legolas Greenleaf and Zara Anacolimn, and make them one. You began this journey many years ago, and today you mark yet another chapter in this book of life. Is there anyone present who objects to the union of these two elves? Speak now or forever hold your peace."
Silence greeted their ears and the grins got wider.
"If there are no objections." Gandalf reached inside his robes and pulled out two rings. He placed a ring in each of their hands. "These rings, are a symbol of your love for one another. May they hold fast and and strong in your devotion to one another. You may place your ring on your partner."
Legolas took her tiny hand and placed the mithril ring on her finger, completing her three ring set of `friendship, love, and unity,' each band was stronger than the last. Zara then placed his ring on his bare hand, showing the world that he was hers; and no other.
"Legolas," Gandalf began again. "Do you take this woman to be your lawfully wedded wife? To have and to cherish as an equal from this day forward, till death do you part?" "I do." A tiny tear escaped Zara's eye as Gandalf was reading the vows and Legolas gently wiped it away with his thumb.
"And do you Zara, take this man to be your lawfully wedded husband? To have and to cherish as an equal from this day forward, till death do you part?" "I do."
"Then by the power invested in me, Gandalf the White, I pronounce you husband and wife. You may kiss your bride." Legolas leaned in and passionatly gave Zara a kiss she would never forget. When they broke, Zara leaned in for yet another. "I love you so much." He whispered to her in elvish. "And I you." She whispered back.
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After the two elves escaped from their small and quiet reception, they retreated to Zara's room, which was going to be used as a wedding suite. Legolas had a firm hold on her mouth with his own and they stumbled through the door.
"Darling..." Zara breathed between kisses. "Stay here, I have something to show you." She tore herself from his embrace as he disgruntly watched her retreating back into the washroom. He took several deep, cleansing breaths to calm himself and anticipated the night ahead.
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Zara quickly changed out of her dress and into a light green slip gown that ended at mid-thigh. It was tradition in her family for the just married woman to wear one on her wedding night.
She nervously ran her fingers through her hair about what was to come as her mind wondered to the one place she didn't want it to go. `I need to tell him.' She thought to herself. `He has to know before he finds out.'
She took a deep breath and opened the washroom door and leaned against the frame. Legolas had his back turned to her, his bare back. Zara gasped a quick breath of air at the sight. She had seen Legolas without a shirt on before, but never in this company, and never with this much wanton wanting.
Upon hearing her gasp, Legolas turned around to face a beautiful sight. His wife stood before him leaning against the door frame in a tiny slip of nothing, nervously chewing her lip and staring at him with eyes much like a woman who knows what she wants.
"Oh, Valar." He murmured as he took in the sight. He quickly crossed the room and whisked her into a warm embrace. "You are so beautiful my love." He said into her hair as his hands played with the flaxen strands.
"Legolas." Zara said as she pushed off from his chest. "We have to talk." Confusion was evident in his eyes as she led him to the bed and sat down with him.
"Legolas, there are no words in my vocabulary that can tell you how much I love you and want to be with you." Tears began to swell in her eyes. "But before we can go that extra step, I have to tell you something, and I hope you will still look at me with the same eyes as you did just before."
Tears were making their way down her cheeks and she grasped his hands with hers.
"A few days after you left to go to Rivendell, I was at the pub, and I drank many drinks that my body could not hold. I was alone that night because I did not tell Xavier or Jatlin where I was going. I was so angry with you and heartbroken. The only thing I wanted was to feel loved."
Legolas' eyes became harder with confusion and slight anger.
"There was someone there at that pub that night,...that picked me up when I stumbled onto the ground. At the time I was not sure who he was. He led me out of the pub and down the street. My mind was so hazy from the alcohol that I didn't know where I was going nor who I was with. That night, something happened."
Legolas jerked his hands out of hers as he stared at her with hurt and betrayed eyes.
"I don't remember what happened, but what happened the next morning was enough to help me figure it out."
"What happened?" Legolas asked in a hard voice.
Zara was begining to choke on the tears. "I woke up...in a bed. With...Doighna."
Legolas abruptly stood and crossed to the window and stared at the full moon. His motions were tight and strained, as if he were restricting himself from doing something rash.
"Legolas." Zara said as she stared at his form with her voice thick with tears. She stood and wrapped her arms around his waist from behind and gently kissed his back. She could feel his muscles tightening under her touch. "I am so sorry, I didn't know what I was doing. You have to believe me."
Legolas could feel the warm tears slide from her eyes onto his back and her tiny body tremble in shame. He allowed on of his arms that was crossed on his chest to slide down and grasp her hands that rested on his abdomen.
"Why Zara?" He softly said as he continued to stare at the night sky. "If you loved me as much as you say you did then, why?" "I don't know." Was her shaky reply.
"Legolas, I love you so much. I should have told you sooner but there was never an oppurtunity." "You could have told me the entire time we were on the way here." Was his stubborn reply. "What would you have done?" Zara asked fearfully. She was beginning to think he felt he made a mistake by marrying her.
Legolas remained silent as her broke his gaze with the sky and looked at their hands. "I would have brought you here and married you." He turned and faced her with empty eyes. "Only after I knew that you did not mean to let what happened that night happen and that you only want to be with me and only me." He stared at her in the eyes. A gaze she matched when she said. "You know that in my right and sober mind, I would not touch that creature if I had to. I only wanted to be with you. I only want to be with you. I will do anything to recieve your forgivness on this. I promise on my very life that no other man besides you will ever touch me. I did not know what I was doing, the alcohol fogged my mind. I am so sorry. I don't know what else to say."
The tears and anguish were starting to make her feel histerical until Legolas wrapped his arms around her and kissed the top of her head. "I will make him pay for taking advantage of you like that. When we return home, I promise you, my wife, that he will be gone within 24 hours. If you love me like you claim you do.."
He started with a more wicked grin with raw passion in his eyes. His fire was rekindled when her saw her tearful eyes dry up and let the love she felt for him shine through. A lustful grin crept up her features as well.
"...show me."
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Long chapter. Hope you enjoy. Please review!
~*~ tiffiany-45: Thank you for your review. Do not jump the gun on me though, I am just getting started on this story. There is much to come. I am sorry about the haziness of their past but it was kind of hazy to them as well. I feel that you, as an imaginative reader, should fill in the blanks with your own version of what happened. Candy for the mind I like to call it. I hope you continue reading.
~*~ Legolas/SailorMoonLoverBonita: I am so glad you like it! I hope you like what is about to happen in near chapers too!
~*~ Soccer-Bitch: Like I said before, (I think), all will be revealed in due time. You will find out the reactions and such shortly in upcoming chapters. Just for the record, I never said her story was stupid, I just said that it was a little choppy and not really my style. If ya'll do get it fixed, I promise to read it again with an open mind! :-)
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Chapter 8
The royal search party finally came to their destination of Bree. It was late in the night and the rain fell in sheets upon them. Aragorn led them to an inn called `The Prancing Pony' and ushered them inside.
Once all the men were inside the dimly lit pub the bartender came up from behind the bar to greet them. "Strider!" He called. "It has been awhile. The usual I suppose?" "No, not tonight. I am looking for someone. Two someones to be precise. Two elves. Have you seen them?"
"Elves, eh?" The bartender repeated as he thought about the last few days of customers. "One male, one female, pointy ears and long blonde hair the both of em'?" "Yes." Aragorn said with his heart dropping. What if Gandalf was wrong and Legolas and Zara really did come this way instead of to the Shire?
" "Yeah I saw em'. Think they're still here as a matter of fact." Aragorn could feel Gimli shift awkwardly on his feet beside him and the hopeful breaths of air the others were breathing behind them.
"And where are they?" Aragorn asked in a breathless whisper. The plump bartender scanned the crowd of his tavern until he saw what he was looking for. "Over there." He said pointing. "I'll lead you to em'." He got out from around the bar and led the men to the very far corner of the bar. Aragorn tried to see in advance whether or not it was really them but could only see the backs of their heads and by the looks of it; it was them.
The bartender tapped on the male's shoulder and whispered something in his ear. The man turned around and stared at them curiously with brown eyes.
It was not Legolas.
Aragorn's heart felt like a great pressure had been released from it. "We are sorry to bother you, but we thought you were our friends. Forgive us." He turned to see the disappointed faces of Legolas' friends. "We must not give up hope." He told them. "There are still places to look. We cannot do anything tonight. Let us rest here and plan what to do in the morning."
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The morning sun tickled Zara's face as she peacefully slept. She could faintly hear voices, footsteps, and the opening and closing of the door. She slowly opened her eyes to find herself in the home of Frodo Baggins, on her wedding day. A smile curled on her lips and a girlish giggle escaped them.
She sank down into the feather pillows and stretched her arms above her head. She looked at the clock beside the bed. It was late in the morning. She hardly ever slept this late but figured that she should have some luxury on the mourn of her wedding.
A soft knock from the door jerked her out of her peaceful serenity. She quickly got up and covered her scantily clad self with her sage robe and answered the door. Outside stood a woman hobbit with curly hair, behind her was Gandalf.
"Good morning Zara. I trust you slept well." "Very well." Zara said as she motioned for them to come in. "This is Rosie. She is a friend of our hobbit companions. She is going to help you get ready." Rosie smiled shyly and curtsied in respect of the future royalty that stood before her. "Oh, no, no. Don't do that." Zara exclaimed blushing. She did not feel that it was necessary for someone who was going to help her to treat her like she was an unapproachable goddess. Gandalf translated the message and the hobbit blushed deeply. Zara smiled warmly at her, she already like her.
"Where is Legolas?" She asked Gandalf. "He is out with Frodo, Sam, Merry, and Pippin. Fear not, in a short time you will have him back in your arms. Especially for your wedding night." Gandalf winked roguishly at her. Zara blushed again severely at the comment and gesture and raised a hand to her mouth. She heard Gandalf laugh at her. "Good day Zara." "Good day Gandalf." Zara slammed the door behind him.
Her face still red she faced Rosie and shurgged at her and rolled her eyes about Gandalf. She could tell Rosie was nervous about being around her. Rosie began to ask a question in her language and pointed to her dress, indicating to Zara that she was asking what she was going to wear.
Zara immediately brightened up and rushed to her chair next to her bag where she had laid out her dress to remove any wrinkles that had settled. It was in fact, the same dress Lord Rinarmo had said she was too fat for.
She raised it for Rosie's inspection. Rosie's mouth dropped at the sight of the dress. Never had she ever seen anything so fine in the Shire. She eagerly nodded her head and immediately began to help Zara dress.
She gently tied up the silk ribbon back and stood back for an inspection. Zara was a vision. The dress was a sleeveless slip made of fine white silk with a long-sleeved lace overlay with an empire waist. The sleeves went at least five inches past her hands and belled out. At the empire waist were tiny diamonds and the lace overlay split and flowed out to reveal the slip. The back of the dress plunged to Zara's lower back and was laced with white silk ribbon. The natural creaminess of her skin was glowing and her smile was beaming. Rosie pulled half of her hair up and created an intricate knot of twists, curls, and stray pieces sticking out with tiny baby's breath flowers here and there. She adjusted the majestic mithril elf crown on her head that Legolas had sent earlier.
"You look beautiful." Rosie whispered. She knew the elf couldn't understand her but the look on her face was enough. A soft knock was heard at the door, it was Frodo dressed in his best. "It's time." He said in elvish. He learned that phrase a few minutes ago just for this occasion. He could see the excitement and apprehension in Zara's eyes. He smiled comfortly and held out his hand for her to take. She gratefully took his hand and he led her out to a meadow.
The meadow was a rich green with two trees in the center. The trees had elegant ribbons tied around their trunks, and just like Zara wanted, there were flowers everywhere.
Flowers were in the trees, around them, around the six chairs that were occupied by Bilbo, Sam, Rosie, Pippin, Merry, and know Frodo, petals were even gently falling from the sky. Between the two trunks was an arch with Gandalf underneath and Legolas standing in front and to the side.
Legolas looked all the more handsome that she had ever seen him. In proper elvin wedding tradition, he was dressed in a fine white silk tunic and breeches. His hair was bound only by his two tiny braids and his mithril crown graced his head royally.
Soft music floated from an unknown source and Zara timidly made her way down the grassed aisle clutching her bouquet of white lilies. When she reached her mate she placed her hands in his and waited for Gandalf to begin the ceremony, entirely in elvish.
"Welcome friends and esteemed guests. We are gathered here today to join two unique people, Legolas Greenleaf and Zara Anacolimn, and make them one. You began this journey many years ago, and today you mark yet another chapter in this book of life. Is there anyone present who objects to the union of these two elves? Speak now or forever hold your peace."
Silence greeted their ears and the grins got wider.
"If there are no objections." Gandalf reached inside his robes and pulled out two rings. He placed a ring in each of their hands. "These rings, are a symbol of your love for one another. May they hold fast and and strong in your devotion to one another. You may place your ring on your partner."
Legolas took her tiny hand and placed the mithril ring on her finger, completing her three ring set of `friendship, love, and unity,' each band was stronger than the last. Zara then placed his ring on his bare hand, showing the world that he was hers; and no other.
"Legolas," Gandalf began again. "Do you take this woman to be your lawfully wedded wife? To have and to cherish as an equal from this day forward, till death do you part?" "I do." A tiny tear escaped Zara's eye as Gandalf was reading the vows and Legolas gently wiped it away with his thumb.
"And do you Zara, take this man to be your lawfully wedded husband? To have and to cherish as an equal from this day forward, till death do you part?" "I do."
"Then by the power invested in me, Gandalf the White, I pronounce you husband and wife. You may kiss your bride." Legolas leaned in and passionatly gave Zara a kiss she would never forget. When they broke, Zara leaned in for yet another. "I love you so much." He whispered to her in elvish. "And I you." She whispered back.
~*~*~*~*~
After the two elves escaped from their small and quiet reception, they retreated to Zara's room, which was going to be used as a wedding suite. Legolas had a firm hold on her mouth with his own and they stumbled through the door.
"Darling..." Zara breathed between kisses. "Stay here, I have something to show you." She tore herself from his embrace as he disgruntly watched her retreating back into the washroom. He took several deep, cleansing breaths to calm himself and anticipated the night ahead.
~*~*~
Zara quickly changed out of her dress and into a light green slip gown that ended at mid-thigh. It was tradition in her family for the just married woman to wear one on her wedding night.
She nervously ran her fingers through her hair about what was to come as her mind wondered to the one place she didn't want it to go. `I need to tell him.' She thought to herself. `He has to know before he finds out.'
She took a deep breath and opened the washroom door and leaned against the frame. Legolas had his back turned to her, his bare back. Zara gasped a quick breath of air at the sight. She had seen Legolas without a shirt on before, but never in this company, and never with this much wanton wanting.
Upon hearing her gasp, Legolas turned around to face a beautiful sight. His wife stood before him leaning against the door frame in a tiny slip of nothing, nervously chewing her lip and staring at him with eyes much like a woman who knows what she wants.
"Oh, Valar." He murmured as he took in the sight. He quickly crossed the room and whisked her into a warm embrace. "You are so beautiful my love." He said into her hair as his hands played with the flaxen strands.
"Legolas." Zara said as she pushed off from his chest. "We have to talk." Confusion was evident in his eyes as she led him to the bed and sat down with him.
"Legolas, there are no words in my vocabulary that can tell you how much I love you and want to be with you." Tears began to swell in her eyes. "But before we can go that extra step, I have to tell you something, and I hope you will still look at me with the same eyes as you did just before."
Tears were making their way down her cheeks and she grasped his hands with hers.
"A few days after you left to go to Rivendell, I was at the pub, and I drank many drinks that my body could not hold. I was alone that night because I did not tell Xavier or Jatlin where I was going. I was so angry with you and heartbroken. The only thing I wanted was to feel loved."
Legolas' eyes became harder with confusion and slight anger.
"There was someone there at that pub that night,...that picked me up when I stumbled onto the ground. At the time I was not sure who he was. He led me out of the pub and down the street. My mind was so hazy from the alcohol that I didn't know where I was going nor who I was with. That night, something happened."
Legolas jerked his hands out of hers as he stared at her with hurt and betrayed eyes.
"I don't remember what happened, but what happened the next morning was enough to help me figure it out."
"What happened?" Legolas asked in a hard voice.
Zara was begining to choke on the tears. "I woke up...in a bed. With...Doighna."
Legolas abruptly stood and crossed to the window and stared at the full moon. His motions were tight and strained, as if he were restricting himself from doing something rash.
"Legolas." Zara said as she stared at his form with her voice thick with tears. She stood and wrapped her arms around his waist from behind and gently kissed his back. She could feel his muscles tightening under her touch. "I am so sorry, I didn't know what I was doing. You have to believe me."
Legolas could feel the warm tears slide from her eyes onto his back and her tiny body tremble in shame. He allowed on of his arms that was crossed on his chest to slide down and grasp her hands that rested on his abdomen.
"Why Zara?" He softly said as he continued to stare at the night sky. "If you loved me as much as you say you did then, why?" "I don't know." Was her shaky reply.
"Legolas, I love you so much. I should have told you sooner but there was never an oppurtunity." "You could have told me the entire time we were on the way here." Was his stubborn reply. "What would you have done?" Zara asked fearfully. She was beginning to think he felt he made a mistake by marrying her.
Legolas remained silent as her broke his gaze with the sky and looked at their hands. "I would have brought you here and married you." He turned and faced her with empty eyes. "Only after I knew that you did not mean to let what happened that night happen and that you only want to be with me and only me." He stared at her in the eyes. A gaze she matched when she said. "You know that in my right and sober mind, I would not touch that creature if I had to. I only wanted to be with you. I only want to be with you. I will do anything to recieve your forgivness on this. I promise on my very life that no other man besides you will ever touch me. I did not know what I was doing, the alcohol fogged my mind. I am so sorry. I don't know what else to say."
The tears and anguish were starting to make her feel histerical until Legolas wrapped his arms around her and kissed the top of her head. "I will make him pay for taking advantage of you like that. When we return home, I promise you, my wife, that he will be gone within 24 hours. If you love me like you claim you do.."
He started with a more wicked grin with raw passion in his eyes. His fire was rekindled when her saw her tearful eyes dry up and let the love she felt for him shine through. A lustful grin crept up her features as well.
"...show me."
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