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A LOVE THAT BINDS
Chapter Three - REUNION
The keen grey eyes of Elrond Half-elven narrowed slightly as he stepped out into one of the great balconies facing the front yard of his residence, the Last Homely House. A fair dawn had just entered the skies, and slowly the gardens and forestry that surrounded his abode were awakening for the start of the new day.
A small trace of sadness crossed the elf-lord's face as he stared quietly out into the vast lands that comprised his fine manor. Ever since the War of the Ring ended and Sauron was thrown from power for good, there was much cause for rejoicing and celebration in all of Middle Earth. Many people believed the coming new age was going to be a most glorious era, full of promises of peace and prosperity for all.
But Elrond knew that this promise was only to be enjoyed mostly by the race of man. The time of the elves was fading. For most of his kin, Middle Earth could no longer offer much for the contentment of their immortal spirits. It was time to move on to the place where they really, and had always belonged.
A sigh escaped Elrond's mouth as these thoughts came back to him. It was not going to be quite such a difficult thing for him to leave this land behind. There seemed to be nothing left for him to hold onto anyway. His wife and two sons had been lost to him centuries ago. Arwen had already left to start a new life of her own- a mortal one that. And Armir, the little granddaughter he had thought would be staying by side for many more years as his constant source of joy, was also taken away too soon.
For the first time in his life, Lord Elrond knew what it was like to feel truly lonely.
He turned away from the balcony view and stepped back into the house, his mind wandering off to other concerns as he made his way downstairs. He wondered what could have happened to Legolas and his visit to Armir. He had stayed up a great deal of the night waiting for the young prince to return, but ended up retiring without even hearing from him. He had supposed it would be best to give Legolas space and let him sort things out in his own time, thus he did not seek him out once after bringing him to the shrine. When he was ready, he would come to him.
Deciding to go out to the guest house where they had taken in the Mirkwood party for their stay, Elrond walked towards the hall that led to the entrance doors of the house. However, just as he had stepped outdoors and was proceeding down the steps of the front portico, he caught sight of two figures coming up the path that led to the house. One of them was male- - tall and slender with golden hair. He held the hand of the smaller person walking beside him.
Elrond froze in place. The second person was a maiden dressed in white, with long raven hair, sparkling blue eyes, and radiant smile that was focused on him as she came closer.
"Minyaatar (Grandfather)!" she cried, before breaking to a run towards him.
"Armir?" By the time he regained the ability to speak her name, the young elf had flung herself at him, wrapping her arms around his waist in a desperate embrace.
"I have missed you, Minyaatar!" Armir sobbed, as she buried her face against his chest. "I have missed you so much!"
"Armir . . ." the word came out of his mouth again, his mind reeling with disbelief that transformed into sudden delight and realization. She was alive. His little Armir has been returned to him.
Tears of joy slipped from Elrond's cheeks as he held his granddaughter to him, silently praising the Valar for giving them all this precious gift. He then lifted his eyes and caught sight of the other person he knew without whom this miracle would never have been possible.
"Thank you, Legolas." Elrond whispered, smiling gratefully at the young elf who had come to stand beside them.
The Mirkwood prince merely shook his head and bowed slightly, returning his smile.
"No. Thank YOU." he said softly, shining eyes filling with joyful tears as well.
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"It was like waking up from a very long dream." Armir said slowly, her gaze growing distant as she recalled the days she had spent in Valinor. "I knew I was no longer in Middle Earth, but somehow, at the same time, it felt as though I had not really gone anywhere."
An hour had passed since her reunion with her grandfather, and still somehow, to the young elf-maiden, the moments seemed to be flying by in a hazy blur. At present she, Elrond, and Legolas were having breakfast together in a private dining room. Armir smiled surreptitiously to herself as she picked up a piece of bread and gingerly took a bite from it. She could feel that she was hungry, a sensation which reminded her once again that this was not just another dream. She really was alive, and she was back in a world where she could be with her loved ones again.
As she dabbed her mouth delicately on the table napkin, the princess shook her head and tilted her head thoughtfully to the side. "How long has it been since I . . . ?"
Her voice trailed off as she cut herself short, realizing to what dreadful word her sentence was going. She squirmed uncomfortably in her seat, placing her attention back on her plate of food once again.
Elrond reached out from where he sat across the table and squeezed her hand gently. "You have been at rest for a little over four months." he told her matter of factly. "It has not been very long."
Armir sighed. "It felt like ages to me." she murmured. "Though there really was no concept of time in that place, my heart felt as though it longed for something. The gardens of Lorien were nothing short of paradise, but in spite of its peace and beauty, I could not be satisfied."
"A spirit will always be restless when brought to a place where it does not really belong." Elrond said wisely. "Your longing simply meant that it was not yet your proper time to dwell in Valinor."
"No." Armir agreed softly. "It was not."
Her gaze wandered shyly in the direction of the he-elf sitting closely beside her and she smiled. "My place is here." she murmured. "This is where I am meant to be for now, and perhaps for many more years ahead."
Legolas smiled back at her with deep love in his eyes, and from under the table he reached out to hold her hand, interlacing his fingers securely with hers. Apparently he was still too overcome with emotions at the recent turn of events to be able to say much, but the radiant expression shining from his face was more than enough to show Armir exactly how he felt.
Not at all oblivious to the adoring stares the two lovers were giving each other, Elrond beamed knowingly. "This was all in the Valar's plan, then." he remarked. "Tis quite remarkable really, how the tides of fortune can change so unexpectedly. The future does not always come to pass as we expect it to; it all depends on the paths we choose to take, and how brave enough we are to follow them."
"Yes." Legolas spoke up at last, finally turning his eyes from their constant worship of Armir. "It was a good thing Nienna sent me those dreams to help guide my actions, otherwise I may not have been convinced to do the right thing."
"It was because I missed you so much." Armir explained tenderly. "I begged Lord Irmo to let me visit you in your dreams as you slept, and it was only when Nienna interceded in my behalf did he allow it. I did not realize then that she had plans of her own, and had been using the dreams to call you to me."
"Well, it is clear that we owe her our eternal gratitude then." Legolas said with a smile. "And, of course, we must thank Master Elrond as well. He was the one who encouraged me to come to Rivendell, even before all the dreams started."
At this, Armir turned to her grandfather, wonder and amusement sparkling in her eyes. "How can it be that you always know what the right thing to do is?" she asked with admiration in her voice. "You received no omens or visions, yet you knew not to have me placed in a tomb, and you knew that I needed for Legolas to come visit me. Your wisdom is indeed great and astonishing, my Lord."
Elrond simply laughed. "I think you and Legolas will come to learn in time, " he said slowly. "That when you care for someone deeply and faithfully enough, you will somehow always know what is right for her or him. After all, is that not what love is truly about?"
For a moment, Armir could do nothing but gaze with deep fondness at the elf whom she was certain loved her even as much as Legolas did. For so many years her grandfather had done all he could to be there for her, and now she saw that even during her brief respite in temporary death, he had continued to watch out for her well-being. For sure, nothing good in her life would have been made possible without him.
Just as she was about to tell him exactly this however, they were interrupted by a sudden, heavy knocking on the doors. A heartbeat later the doors swung wide open, the caller obviously being much too excited to wait for Elrond to give him permission to enter. Into the room burst two he-elves who were completely opposites in appearance, save for the frantic looks which we presently on their fair faces.
One elf was dark-haired, with kindly grey eyes and a solemn face, not a far cry from the looks of Elrond himself. He was dressed in luxurious formal robes commonly worn by the elder elf-lords, those who were usually members of the council of the Lord of Rivendell. The second elf seemed to be younger, and was significantly taller and of a heavier build. He had golden hair, piercing cobalt eyes, and the one of the most beautiful faces ever to be seen on a he-elf.
Armir felt her heart leap the moment she recognized these familiar faces belonging to two people very dear to her heart. These elves, being her grandfather's closest comrades and advisers, had also taken great part in helping raise her as a child. They had been her teachers and mentors- Erestor and Glorfindel.
But in their panic, neither of the two newcomers seemed to have noticed the presence of anyone else in the room aside from that of Lord Elrond.
Glorfindel hastily stepped forward, his hefty frame practically trembling with distress. "My Lord!" he began anxiously. "We have just received the most terrible news that Armir's body has been . . ."
He cut himself off short as his gaze eventually landed on the sight of the beautiful maiden who had risen from her chair to stand smiling happily before him. His jaw dropped open in utter astonishment.
"By Eru . . ." he whispered, eyes wide with disbelief.
"Valar bless us." Erestor muttered, just as stunned and frozen in place as Glorfindel was.
Slightly amused by the unflattering gawking of two of the most prominent elves in Rivendell, Elrond rose from his seat to stand by his granddaughter.
"Has been brought back to us." he finished Glorfindel's sentence. He placed his arm around Armir's shoulder, smiling down at her affectionately. "And is here to stay, I believe."
"B-but . . ." Erestor spluttered, his shocked eyes still zeroed in incredulously at the resurrected princess. "H-how is this possible?"
"It is a long tale that can wait till later to be told." Elrond replied with a careless wave of his hand. He shook his head, warm eyes twinkling. "Come now, do you plan to simply stand there and stare at her forever? Have you both nothing else to say to your young pupil?"
At last, Glorfindel broke from his stupor and cut into the silence with his thunderous, delighted laughter. In two strides he had crossed the room as he rushed to get to the maiden, met halfway by her as she ran eagerly towards him. Two powerful hands seized her round the waist and he lifted her high into the air, just as easily as he used to do when she was just a child.
"Praise the Valar! My little Tarien (Princess) has returned!" he cried joyfully, swinging her around as she shrieked in glee. "Oh, how I have missed you so much!"
Armir beamed at her beloved teacher when he finally placed her back on the ground. Wrapping her arms around his muscular frame, she buried her face into his chest. "I have missed you too." she said, her voice muffled against his tunic.
When they parted, Armir turned around to face her other surrogate father. Erestor beamed down at her with paternal affection in his eyes, unmistakably filled with glad tears. Unlike Glorfindel however, he could not seem to will a single word from his mouth, so Armir simply threw her arms around him and gave him a tight hug. By the time the maiden pulled back, Erestor seemed to have gained back at least some of his refined composure.
He smiled at her and leaned close to plant a gentle kiss on her forehead. "It brings us great joy to see you again, Armir." he told her softly.
Armir smiled back and nodded. Erestor, the unbendingly well- mannered elf-lord he was, always was so formal with her. But this time, not even his primness could mask the merriment in his eyes telling her he was every bit as pleased as the others to have her back.
"A miracle is what this is." Erestor declared, shaking his head. "You are blessed indeed, child, to have been brought back from the Halls of Mandos, even months after your passing." He smiled and patted Armir's cheek affectionately. "It is clear you have inherited not only the beauty, but the very grace of your ancestors."
"But you gave us quite a scare, young lady." Glorfindel added with a chuckle. "The people are all in a panic as we speak, fearing that your body has been stolen by cruel fiends. What a shock they will surely have when they find out that it is in fact quite the opposite, and you are alive and well. "
"Yes, it seems the only problem we face now is how to break the news of Armir's return to the people." Elrond mused. "We must inform them now of what has actually happened, before speculations get out of hand. Glad tidings they will be indeed, but there will be skeptics."
"They must see her with their own eyes for them to believe." Erestor agreed. "Armir must show herself to them."
"But we cannot just have her walk around Rivendell as though she were taking a simple stroll." Glorfindel pointed out. "They shall think themselves being haunted by her spirit for sure!" He laughed and winked at Armir playfully. "That was my initial thought when I first saw her standing there."
"I believe the best solution then is to hold a gathering." Elrond said briskly. "We must present her formally to the people in a proper audience, so that the truth of her rebirth cannot be questioned." He paused and smiled at his granddaughter. "It can function as a celebration banquet as well, to welcome her back."
"Yes, yes, a splendid idea!" Erestor agreed. "But announcing the celebration still leaves us with the task of informing the people of what has happened."
"It would not be so difficult." Glorfindel put in. "I can easily send out the guard to herald the news and spread the invitation. The people have never questioned the word of the sentries, unbelievable as their reports might be at times."
"Good. We shall sit down and make plans right now." Elrond told his two advisers, who nodded in ready response.
He then turned to the elf-maiden. "In the meantime, Armir, perhaps it would be best for you to stay inside the House for the day. I have already ordered that the news of your return be spread to all the servants, and they have been made ready to attend to all your needs once more." He smiled at her reassuringly. "Worry not. By tonight, all of Rivendell will be ready to receive you with rejoicing arms, and they shall celebrate your return. In no time, things for you will be back to normal again."
Armir smiled back. "Thank you, Grandfather." she said softly, as she stepped close to give him a hug. "It's all right, I will find ways to keep out of sight as much as possible till tonight."
At that point, Legolas stepped up and bowed his head politely. "And if I may, my Lord, I would like to request for permission to accompany her in the meantime."
"I appreciate your courtesy, Legolas." Elrond said, his eyes twinkling with amusement. "But from now on, I do not think you need to ask for permission when it comes to Armir. After all, she is your wife now."
"Mani (What)?!" Glorfindel exclaimed, his jaw dropping open upon hearing this.
"H-his w-w-. . . ." Erestor stammered, unsuccessful in his attempts to finish the sentence.
Legolas and Armir could do nothing but smile serenely as Elrond threw his gaping advisers a stern look. "Pray, take your seats before you collapse." he bade them wryly. "I shall explain everything as we hold council."
As the two elves obeyed and dropped into chairs dazedly, Elrond turned back to the young couple and smiled at them.
"Now you two run along and spend some time together. I am certain there is still much you wish to talk about " he said kindly, waving hand at them before sitting back down at the table with his advisers. "I shall take care of everything here in the meantime, and will just send word when all plans for tonight have been made ready."
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"You may as well give up and come out, Armir. Because I know you are in here somewhere."
Armir pressed her lips together to keep the giggle from bursting out of her mouth as she wriggled further behind the huge marble statue that concealed her from sight. She could sense Legolas come through the door and enter the drawing room, though she could not hear his light footsteps as he moved in the direction of her hiding place. His voice, deep and suggestive, continued to call out to her as it came closer.
"If you surrender now, I may feel generous and become lenient with your penalty." the elf-prince said coaxingly, the mirth evident in his tone. "Do not test me, Mela (Love)."
She could tell that Legolas was a mere few steps away from where she was, and was merely playing with her by pretending to remain clueless. But before he could succeed in cornering her in her hideout, Armir bolted out suddenly from behind the statue, catching him by surprise. She effortlessly dodged out of his range as he reached out to try and grab her as she ran past him.
Shrieking with excited laughter, the maiden darted across the room and reached safety behind the large dining table. She inhaled deeply and tried to catch her breath as Legolas approached, a sly grin upon his face.
"I take it that you insist on doing this the hard way then?" he teased, his gleaming eyes never leaving her face as he stood across the table from her.
"Of course, dearest. After all, what fun will there be left for us if I gave in that easily?" Armir responded, flashing him an equally flirtatious smile.
Legolas laughed and gave a brisk nod of his head. "As you wish!"
Armir screamed as he suddenly charged around the table to get to her, and successfully evaded capture a second time by immediately racing for the door. Throwing out of mind all the rules of lady-like conduct that had been impressed on her since childhood, the princess began to speed down the corridor with her long hair and the flowing skirt and sleeves of her dress flying behind her. Her shrieks echoed through the deserted halls as she sensed Legolas come after her in unyielding pursuit, quickly gaining on her with remarkable speed she obviously would never be able to contend with.
The chase finally ended when all of a sudden a pair of robust arms wrapped themselves securely the maiden's waist, gently but effectively forcing her to come to an abrupt stop.
"N'uma (No)!" Armir exclaimed, out of breath from both from running and laughing so hard. She squealed as Legolas lifted her from the floor and swept her off her feet into his arms. She could do nothing but hold on tight and close her eyes as he spun her around wildly, his exuberant laughter joining hers.
"Really, my love. We must stop." Armir protested breathlessly, when Legolas finally set her back down on her own feet. She clutched onto his shoulders for support, as she tried to overcome the temporary dizziness caused by their spinning. "We are too old for this sort of play, and it is not proper behavior for elves of our standing."
But even as she said this, she knew the delight shining in her eyes contested her own arguments. At any rate, Legolas merely shook his head in disagreement to her half-hearted warnings.
"I care not." he declared. "There is no one to see. And even if there were, all that matters is you and I." He paused and kissed the top of her head. "And the two of us making up for lost time."
Armir shrugged her shoulders resignedly. "Yes . . . I suppose." she said slowly, though she still turned her head from side to side, restlessly checking the halls to see if they had attracted a curious audience due to their noise.
Noting her anxiety, Legolas took her small chin with gentle fingers and forced her to look at him. He grinned down at her questioning face and nuzzled her nose against his.
"I believe, my Lady, that you are just stalling." he accused teasingly. "You are trying to deny me of the prize I have rightfully earned in capturing you."
At this, a smile quickly broke across his wife's ruby-red lips, causing his heart to skip a beat in anticipation. She snaked her graceful arms around his neck, pressing her slender form coquettishly against him as his arms in turn encircled her tiny waist possessively.
"But my Lord," Armir murmured coyly, as their trembling mouths began to draw closer to each other. "Why would I refuse you the pleasure of a reward that I yearn to give just as much?"
The lingering kiss that ensued was gentle but alive with profound adoration, slow but full of breathtaking intensity. By the time they parted for air, Armir could do no more but lean feebly against Legolas, dependent on his arms to hold her up. She smiled as she felt the elf- prince's heart pounding crazily in his chest, where her cheek was pressed. It pleased her to know that, to some extent, she had as powerful an effect on him as he did on her.
For some time they just stood in their sweet embrace, lost in the warm euphoria of their recovered love. Just a few hours ago it had seemed as though they had lost each other forever. It was still difficult to believe the miracle that now, they were not only reunited, but bound together as husband and wife.
Several minutes later, they had moved on to find themselves standing at the doorway of Armir's bedroom. A roguish smile played across Legolas' lips as he lingered uncertainly at the entrance while his lover strolled in without timidity or hesitation.
"I am not so sure about this, Mela (Love)." he said slowly, crossing his arms over his chest. "Your grandfather may have expressed his consent to our union, but I doubt that he would approve . . ."
Armir whirled around to face him, feigning a look of utter horror. "Legolas Thranduilion, do you really think me capable of being that brazen?" she exclaimed, planting her hands on her hips. "We are not going to do ANYTHING, if that is what you are implying. I have merely brought you here because I wanted to show you something."
Legolas chuckled, then walked up to her and kissed her forehead. "Only teasing, Mela." he assured her. "I knew that." He took her hand, entwining his fingers through hers, and turned his gaze to look around them. "Now what was it that you wanted me to . . ."
His voice trailed off as his searching eyes fell on the walls of the princess' room, and he immediately caught sight of what Armir had intended to show him.
Decorating the walls of her bedroom were nearly a dozen paintings, of what at first glance appeared to be of varying subjects. But as Legolas took a better look, he realized that the paintings were all of Armir at different ages and on different occasions of her life. There was one of her as an infant cradled in Lord Elrond's arms. Another was of her as a little girl of about five, riding on the back of a great white horse with Glorfindel. The most recent-looking one was of her as a radiant, fully bloomed elf- maiden, posing in the gardens dressed in a magnificent red ball gown.
"My fiftieth birthday, during my coming-of-age ball." he heard Armir say, obviously noticing him staring at the exquisite portrait.
She laughed rather embarrassedly. "Lord Elrond made such a proud, fervent grandfather. When I was younger, he would have the best artists in Rivendell paint portraits of me every five years or so, to chronicle my life as I grew up." she explained. "They used to be scattered throughout the house for our guests to see, but I began to feel rather embarrassed of them. So, I asked to have most of them placed here in my room instead, where only the people whom I wish to view them may."
Legolas shook his head, but did not turn his gaze as it continued to drift over the paintings, scrutinizing each one appreciatively. "I see not why there is any need for embarrassment." he said with a smile. "You were every bit as perfect and lovely then as you are now."
Just then, his gaze stopped at one certain portrait that hung in a place of prominence over the fireplace. It featured Armir as a child of about three, being raised high into the air by a handsome he-elf of about Legolas' age, with raven hair, a dazzling smile, and sparkling blue eyes. Armir's eyes.
"That one is my favorite." Armir said softly, coming up behind Legolas and wrapping her arms around his waist. "My Ada and I, during happier times."
Legolas felt a pang of sympathy for his beloved as he remembered the unfortunate history she had with her father, Elladan, who had left her when she was still very young because she was starting to remind him too much of his wife, Nurréien.
"Are you still upset with him for what he did?" Legolas asked gently, shifting their position so that he was the one who had his arms around her, stroking her back caringly.
Armir sighed and laid her head jadedly against his shoulder. "I never was." she whispered, though the traces of sadness were evident in her voice. "Somehow I understood the pain he was going through, and knew that he loved me in spite of the fact that he left. My mother's death grieved him, and he needed to ride out and avenge her in order to ease that heartache."
She paused and lifted her head, but kept her gaze lowered to avoid meeting Legolas' eyes. "I guess the only thing that upsets me is the thought of all the time we wasted in so many years apart. All those moments that we could have shared together . . ."
"But now you will get a second chance." Legolas interrupted, caressing her cheek with the back of his hand. "You will be given an opportunity to spend time with your father again, and make up for the years that were lost."
"That is true." Armir murmured uneasily, though Legolas clearly saw there was more that she wanted to say, and was merely holding herself back from doing so. He cupped her face in between his palms to get a better look at her.
"Armir, what is it?" he asked gently, eyes narrowing slightly in concern. "I know there is something bothering you, and you know it hurts whenever you try to hide your pains from me."
There was a long silence before Armir relented and began to speak again.
"It is just that . . . it has only occurred to me now, Legolas." she said softly. "What will my father think of our marriage? Would it not anger him to find out that we have bound ourselves to each other without his consent or even his knowledge?"
Legolas frowned, greatly affected by the worry he could hear in her voice and sense in her heart. He slid his arms back around her and pulled her close, hoping his embrace would erase that anxiety.
"I see no reason Elladan might have to oppose our union." he assured her. "I have known him since I was an elfling of your age, and our fathers have always been good friends. He knows I am an honorable kinsman, who would treat any maiden with the respect she deserves, so much more if she were my own bride."
Armir shook her head. "I do believe that my father will have nothing to question about your integrity." she replied. "What I think will upset him is the way I gave myself to you so unexpectedly. He will come back only to find out that I am no longer just his little girl, but a wife to a he-elf, a noble prince though he may be."
"I can assure you, there is no need for worry, Melamin." Legolas said firmly. "I will take full responsibility of talking to your father. In fact, I shall ask for his blessing the moment he returns home to see you."
"But Legolas, we are already married!" Armir said, noticeable frustration seeping into her tone. "You will not be asking for his consent; you will in fact be informing him!"
Legolas' arms dropped back to his sides as a sudden pang of fear and hurt struck him. He stared down at his beloved through a gaze filled with apprehension.
"Are you saying you regret our being bound?" he asked, looking absolutely crestfallen.
Alarm swept swiftly across Armir's face upon realizing the effect of her words. "No, of course not! Never!" she exclaimed, throwing her arms around Legolas' waist and hugging him tightly. "I apologize if I have made you think otherwise. My heart has longed for nothing more than to be your wife."
She sighed as his strong arms returned to envelope her once more. "But you must understand." she said softly. "I . . . I am frightened. I do not wish to do anything that may displease Ada."
"You will not." Legolas promised, tilting her chin up. He trailed his lips lightly down her face, gently kissing her forehead, nose, and mouth. "The Valar themselves have blessed our union, and was by their will itself that we were bound to each other. I do not think they would lead us to such a path if it were not the right one for us."
At last, Armir smiled, warming his heart with relief. "Your wisdom reminds me of my grandfather's." she told him. "You are a remarkable elf Legolas, and I love you so much. Forgive me, it was foolish of me to worry."
"Never will you have to apologize to me for anything, dearest." Legolas said simply, taking her hand and planting a kiss on her palm. "Because I love you too."
"Everything will be all right, you'll see."
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The sun was already going down, painting the sky orange-red, when Legolas finally made his way to the guest house. He had been told his escorts from Mirkwood had been settled there, and were anxiously waiting for his return. As he approached the large chalet isolated in the midst of tall beech trees, he caught sight of a few elves- members of the Mirkwood royal guard - sitting outside watching the sunset. The moment they saw their prince approaching, they scrambled to their feet.
"Your Highness!" one elf named Galrod exclaimed. "It is good you have returned at last. Lord Firreon has been searching for you everywhere."
"Really . . ." Legolas said, a smile creeping across his face at the thought of his jumpy friend. "Well, I certainly hope he has not . . ."
He was interrupted by a shout that came from the door of the chalet, which had suddenly swung open rather violently.
"Legolas! Where in the world have you been?!" Firreon cried, rushing over to him in two strides. "I have not seen you since we arrived and I have been worried out of my mind! Where have you kept yourself all this time?!"
The panic on his comrade's face as well as the intense happiness burbling inside of him caused Legolas to just burst out laughing. Then, much to Firreon's surprise and the startled amusement of the other Mirkwood elves, he threw his arms around him and embraced him tightly.
"To heaven and back, my friend! Literally!" he exclaimed. He held the astonished he-elf by the shoulders and gave him a little shake. "And I have brought back with me . . . an angel."
Firreon stared back at him blankly, clearly thinking that the prince must have gone mad. "What on earth are you rambling about?" he demanded. "This is a serious question. Can you not give me a serious . . ."
He suddenly paused and some realization seemed to come to his face. "Wait." he said slowly, raising an eyebrow. "Does this have anything to do with those outrageous rumors and commotion we have been hearing around about the Lady Armir's body being . . ."
"Resurrected?" Legolas interrupted, a huge smile on his face. "Brought back to life?" He chuckled and shook his head. "Nay, my friend. Not rumors, but the truth! The Valar have returned my beloved to me, and she is now not only my lover, but my wife!"
He threw up his hands joyfully. "Gentlemen, Mirkwood has a new princess!"
Firreon's hazel eyes widened as his jaw dropped open in utter disbelief. "What?!" he exclaimed, echoed by the equally shocked cries of the other he-elves surrounding them.
The prince laughed again, too high on love and elation to make much sense of himself or even care. "I am sorry my friends, I did not mean to shock you so." he said, shaking his head. "It is just that I have never felt this joyful in all years! I feel as though I am about to burst and go in all places at once."
He took Firreon by the arm and started to pull him back towards the house. "Come, I will tell you everything as we get dressed." he urged. "There is a feast tonight that we must prepare ourselves for."
"Feast?" his friend repeated, though his face was still confounded with amazement. "What feast?"
Legolas grinned. "One that will celebrate the most wonderful thing that has ever happened to me in my entire life."
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COMING UP . . . CHAPTER 4 - CELEBRATION
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A LOVE THAT BINDS
Chapter Three - REUNION
The keen grey eyes of Elrond Half-elven narrowed slightly as he stepped out into one of the great balconies facing the front yard of his residence, the Last Homely House. A fair dawn had just entered the skies, and slowly the gardens and forestry that surrounded his abode were awakening for the start of the new day.
A small trace of sadness crossed the elf-lord's face as he stared quietly out into the vast lands that comprised his fine manor. Ever since the War of the Ring ended and Sauron was thrown from power for good, there was much cause for rejoicing and celebration in all of Middle Earth. Many people believed the coming new age was going to be a most glorious era, full of promises of peace and prosperity for all.
But Elrond knew that this promise was only to be enjoyed mostly by the race of man. The time of the elves was fading. For most of his kin, Middle Earth could no longer offer much for the contentment of their immortal spirits. It was time to move on to the place where they really, and had always belonged.
A sigh escaped Elrond's mouth as these thoughts came back to him. It was not going to be quite such a difficult thing for him to leave this land behind. There seemed to be nothing left for him to hold onto anyway. His wife and two sons had been lost to him centuries ago. Arwen had already left to start a new life of her own- a mortal one that. And Armir, the little granddaughter he had thought would be staying by side for many more years as his constant source of joy, was also taken away too soon.
For the first time in his life, Lord Elrond knew what it was like to feel truly lonely.
He turned away from the balcony view and stepped back into the house, his mind wandering off to other concerns as he made his way downstairs. He wondered what could have happened to Legolas and his visit to Armir. He had stayed up a great deal of the night waiting for the young prince to return, but ended up retiring without even hearing from him. He had supposed it would be best to give Legolas space and let him sort things out in his own time, thus he did not seek him out once after bringing him to the shrine. When he was ready, he would come to him.
Deciding to go out to the guest house where they had taken in the Mirkwood party for their stay, Elrond walked towards the hall that led to the entrance doors of the house. However, just as he had stepped outdoors and was proceeding down the steps of the front portico, he caught sight of two figures coming up the path that led to the house. One of them was male- - tall and slender with golden hair. He held the hand of the smaller person walking beside him.
Elrond froze in place. The second person was a maiden dressed in white, with long raven hair, sparkling blue eyes, and radiant smile that was focused on him as she came closer.
"Minyaatar (Grandfather)!" she cried, before breaking to a run towards him.
"Armir?" By the time he regained the ability to speak her name, the young elf had flung herself at him, wrapping her arms around his waist in a desperate embrace.
"I have missed you, Minyaatar!" Armir sobbed, as she buried her face against his chest. "I have missed you so much!"
"Armir . . ." the word came out of his mouth again, his mind reeling with disbelief that transformed into sudden delight and realization. She was alive. His little Armir has been returned to him.
Tears of joy slipped from Elrond's cheeks as he held his granddaughter to him, silently praising the Valar for giving them all this precious gift. He then lifted his eyes and caught sight of the other person he knew without whom this miracle would never have been possible.
"Thank you, Legolas." Elrond whispered, smiling gratefully at the young elf who had come to stand beside them.
The Mirkwood prince merely shook his head and bowed slightly, returning his smile.
"No. Thank YOU." he said softly, shining eyes filling with joyful tears as well.
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"It was like waking up from a very long dream." Armir said slowly, her gaze growing distant as she recalled the days she had spent in Valinor. "I knew I was no longer in Middle Earth, but somehow, at the same time, it felt as though I had not really gone anywhere."
An hour had passed since her reunion with her grandfather, and still somehow, to the young elf-maiden, the moments seemed to be flying by in a hazy blur. At present she, Elrond, and Legolas were having breakfast together in a private dining room. Armir smiled surreptitiously to herself as she picked up a piece of bread and gingerly took a bite from it. She could feel that she was hungry, a sensation which reminded her once again that this was not just another dream. She really was alive, and she was back in a world where she could be with her loved ones again.
As she dabbed her mouth delicately on the table napkin, the princess shook her head and tilted her head thoughtfully to the side. "How long has it been since I . . . ?"
Her voice trailed off as she cut herself short, realizing to what dreadful word her sentence was going. She squirmed uncomfortably in her seat, placing her attention back on her plate of food once again.
Elrond reached out from where he sat across the table and squeezed her hand gently. "You have been at rest for a little over four months." he told her matter of factly. "It has not been very long."
Armir sighed. "It felt like ages to me." she murmured. "Though there really was no concept of time in that place, my heart felt as though it longed for something. The gardens of Lorien were nothing short of paradise, but in spite of its peace and beauty, I could not be satisfied."
"A spirit will always be restless when brought to a place where it does not really belong." Elrond said wisely. "Your longing simply meant that it was not yet your proper time to dwell in Valinor."
"No." Armir agreed softly. "It was not."
Her gaze wandered shyly in the direction of the he-elf sitting closely beside her and she smiled. "My place is here." she murmured. "This is where I am meant to be for now, and perhaps for many more years ahead."
Legolas smiled back at her with deep love in his eyes, and from under the table he reached out to hold her hand, interlacing his fingers securely with hers. Apparently he was still too overcome with emotions at the recent turn of events to be able to say much, but the radiant expression shining from his face was more than enough to show Armir exactly how he felt.
Not at all oblivious to the adoring stares the two lovers were giving each other, Elrond beamed knowingly. "This was all in the Valar's plan, then." he remarked. "Tis quite remarkable really, how the tides of fortune can change so unexpectedly. The future does not always come to pass as we expect it to; it all depends on the paths we choose to take, and how brave enough we are to follow them."
"Yes." Legolas spoke up at last, finally turning his eyes from their constant worship of Armir. "It was a good thing Nienna sent me those dreams to help guide my actions, otherwise I may not have been convinced to do the right thing."
"It was because I missed you so much." Armir explained tenderly. "I begged Lord Irmo to let me visit you in your dreams as you slept, and it was only when Nienna interceded in my behalf did he allow it. I did not realize then that she had plans of her own, and had been using the dreams to call you to me."
"Well, it is clear that we owe her our eternal gratitude then." Legolas said with a smile. "And, of course, we must thank Master Elrond as well. He was the one who encouraged me to come to Rivendell, even before all the dreams started."
At this, Armir turned to her grandfather, wonder and amusement sparkling in her eyes. "How can it be that you always know what the right thing to do is?" she asked with admiration in her voice. "You received no omens or visions, yet you knew not to have me placed in a tomb, and you knew that I needed for Legolas to come visit me. Your wisdom is indeed great and astonishing, my Lord."
Elrond simply laughed. "I think you and Legolas will come to learn in time, " he said slowly. "That when you care for someone deeply and faithfully enough, you will somehow always know what is right for her or him. After all, is that not what love is truly about?"
For a moment, Armir could do nothing but gaze with deep fondness at the elf whom she was certain loved her even as much as Legolas did. For so many years her grandfather had done all he could to be there for her, and now she saw that even during her brief respite in temporary death, he had continued to watch out for her well-being. For sure, nothing good in her life would have been made possible without him.
Just as she was about to tell him exactly this however, they were interrupted by a sudden, heavy knocking on the doors. A heartbeat later the doors swung wide open, the caller obviously being much too excited to wait for Elrond to give him permission to enter. Into the room burst two he-elves who were completely opposites in appearance, save for the frantic looks which we presently on their fair faces.
One elf was dark-haired, with kindly grey eyes and a solemn face, not a far cry from the looks of Elrond himself. He was dressed in luxurious formal robes commonly worn by the elder elf-lords, those who were usually members of the council of the Lord of Rivendell. The second elf seemed to be younger, and was significantly taller and of a heavier build. He had golden hair, piercing cobalt eyes, and the one of the most beautiful faces ever to be seen on a he-elf.
Armir felt her heart leap the moment she recognized these familiar faces belonging to two people very dear to her heart. These elves, being her grandfather's closest comrades and advisers, had also taken great part in helping raise her as a child. They had been her teachers and mentors- Erestor and Glorfindel.
But in their panic, neither of the two newcomers seemed to have noticed the presence of anyone else in the room aside from that of Lord Elrond.
Glorfindel hastily stepped forward, his hefty frame practically trembling with distress. "My Lord!" he began anxiously. "We have just received the most terrible news that Armir's body has been . . ."
He cut himself off short as his gaze eventually landed on the sight of the beautiful maiden who had risen from her chair to stand smiling happily before him. His jaw dropped open in utter astonishment.
"By Eru . . ." he whispered, eyes wide with disbelief.
"Valar bless us." Erestor muttered, just as stunned and frozen in place as Glorfindel was.
Slightly amused by the unflattering gawking of two of the most prominent elves in Rivendell, Elrond rose from his seat to stand by his granddaughter.
"Has been brought back to us." he finished Glorfindel's sentence. He placed his arm around Armir's shoulder, smiling down at her affectionately. "And is here to stay, I believe."
"B-but . . ." Erestor spluttered, his shocked eyes still zeroed in incredulously at the resurrected princess. "H-how is this possible?"
"It is a long tale that can wait till later to be told." Elrond replied with a careless wave of his hand. He shook his head, warm eyes twinkling. "Come now, do you plan to simply stand there and stare at her forever? Have you both nothing else to say to your young pupil?"
At last, Glorfindel broke from his stupor and cut into the silence with his thunderous, delighted laughter. In two strides he had crossed the room as he rushed to get to the maiden, met halfway by her as she ran eagerly towards him. Two powerful hands seized her round the waist and he lifted her high into the air, just as easily as he used to do when she was just a child.
"Praise the Valar! My little Tarien (Princess) has returned!" he cried joyfully, swinging her around as she shrieked in glee. "Oh, how I have missed you so much!"
Armir beamed at her beloved teacher when he finally placed her back on the ground. Wrapping her arms around his muscular frame, she buried her face into his chest. "I have missed you too." she said, her voice muffled against his tunic.
When they parted, Armir turned around to face her other surrogate father. Erestor beamed down at her with paternal affection in his eyes, unmistakably filled with glad tears. Unlike Glorfindel however, he could not seem to will a single word from his mouth, so Armir simply threw her arms around him and gave him a tight hug. By the time the maiden pulled back, Erestor seemed to have gained back at least some of his refined composure.
He smiled at her and leaned close to plant a gentle kiss on her forehead. "It brings us great joy to see you again, Armir." he told her softly.
Armir smiled back and nodded. Erestor, the unbendingly well- mannered elf-lord he was, always was so formal with her. But this time, not even his primness could mask the merriment in his eyes telling her he was every bit as pleased as the others to have her back.
"A miracle is what this is." Erestor declared, shaking his head. "You are blessed indeed, child, to have been brought back from the Halls of Mandos, even months after your passing." He smiled and patted Armir's cheek affectionately. "It is clear you have inherited not only the beauty, but the very grace of your ancestors."
"But you gave us quite a scare, young lady." Glorfindel added with a chuckle. "The people are all in a panic as we speak, fearing that your body has been stolen by cruel fiends. What a shock they will surely have when they find out that it is in fact quite the opposite, and you are alive and well. "
"Yes, it seems the only problem we face now is how to break the news of Armir's return to the people." Elrond mused. "We must inform them now of what has actually happened, before speculations get out of hand. Glad tidings they will be indeed, but there will be skeptics."
"They must see her with their own eyes for them to believe." Erestor agreed. "Armir must show herself to them."
"But we cannot just have her walk around Rivendell as though she were taking a simple stroll." Glorfindel pointed out. "They shall think themselves being haunted by her spirit for sure!" He laughed and winked at Armir playfully. "That was my initial thought when I first saw her standing there."
"I believe the best solution then is to hold a gathering." Elrond said briskly. "We must present her formally to the people in a proper audience, so that the truth of her rebirth cannot be questioned." He paused and smiled at his granddaughter. "It can function as a celebration banquet as well, to welcome her back."
"Yes, yes, a splendid idea!" Erestor agreed. "But announcing the celebration still leaves us with the task of informing the people of what has happened."
"It would not be so difficult." Glorfindel put in. "I can easily send out the guard to herald the news and spread the invitation. The people have never questioned the word of the sentries, unbelievable as their reports might be at times."
"Good. We shall sit down and make plans right now." Elrond told his two advisers, who nodded in ready response.
He then turned to the elf-maiden. "In the meantime, Armir, perhaps it would be best for you to stay inside the House for the day. I have already ordered that the news of your return be spread to all the servants, and they have been made ready to attend to all your needs once more." He smiled at her reassuringly. "Worry not. By tonight, all of Rivendell will be ready to receive you with rejoicing arms, and they shall celebrate your return. In no time, things for you will be back to normal again."
Armir smiled back. "Thank you, Grandfather." she said softly, as she stepped close to give him a hug. "It's all right, I will find ways to keep out of sight as much as possible till tonight."
At that point, Legolas stepped up and bowed his head politely. "And if I may, my Lord, I would like to request for permission to accompany her in the meantime."
"I appreciate your courtesy, Legolas." Elrond said, his eyes twinkling with amusement. "But from now on, I do not think you need to ask for permission when it comes to Armir. After all, she is your wife now."
"Mani (What)?!" Glorfindel exclaimed, his jaw dropping open upon hearing this.
"H-his w-w-. . . ." Erestor stammered, unsuccessful in his attempts to finish the sentence.
Legolas and Armir could do nothing but smile serenely as Elrond threw his gaping advisers a stern look. "Pray, take your seats before you collapse." he bade them wryly. "I shall explain everything as we hold council."
As the two elves obeyed and dropped into chairs dazedly, Elrond turned back to the young couple and smiled at them.
"Now you two run along and spend some time together. I am certain there is still much you wish to talk about " he said kindly, waving hand at them before sitting back down at the table with his advisers. "I shall take care of everything here in the meantime, and will just send word when all plans for tonight have been made ready."
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"You may as well give up and come out, Armir. Because I know you are in here somewhere."
Armir pressed her lips together to keep the giggle from bursting out of her mouth as she wriggled further behind the huge marble statue that concealed her from sight. She could sense Legolas come through the door and enter the drawing room, though she could not hear his light footsteps as he moved in the direction of her hiding place. His voice, deep and suggestive, continued to call out to her as it came closer.
"If you surrender now, I may feel generous and become lenient with your penalty." the elf-prince said coaxingly, the mirth evident in his tone. "Do not test me, Mela (Love)."
She could tell that Legolas was a mere few steps away from where she was, and was merely playing with her by pretending to remain clueless. But before he could succeed in cornering her in her hideout, Armir bolted out suddenly from behind the statue, catching him by surprise. She effortlessly dodged out of his range as he reached out to try and grab her as she ran past him.
Shrieking with excited laughter, the maiden darted across the room and reached safety behind the large dining table. She inhaled deeply and tried to catch her breath as Legolas approached, a sly grin upon his face.
"I take it that you insist on doing this the hard way then?" he teased, his gleaming eyes never leaving her face as he stood across the table from her.
"Of course, dearest. After all, what fun will there be left for us if I gave in that easily?" Armir responded, flashing him an equally flirtatious smile.
Legolas laughed and gave a brisk nod of his head. "As you wish!"
Armir screamed as he suddenly charged around the table to get to her, and successfully evaded capture a second time by immediately racing for the door. Throwing out of mind all the rules of lady-like conduct that had been impressed on her since childhood, the princess began to speed down the corridor with her long hair and the flowing skirt and sleeves of her dress flying behind her. Her shrieks echoed through the deserted halls as she sensed Legolas come after her in unyielding pursuit, quickly gaining on her with remarkable speed she obviously would never be able to contend with.
The chase finally ended when all of a sudden a pair of robust arms wrapped themselves securely the maiden's waist, gently but effectively forcing her to come to an abrupt stop.
"N'uma (No)!" Armir exclaimed, out of breath from both from running and laughing so hard. She squealed as Legolas lifted her from the floor and swept her off her feet into his arms. She could do nothing but hold on tight and close her eyes as he spun her around wildly, his exuberant laughter joining hers.
"Really, my love. We must stop." Armir protested breathlessly, when Legolas finally set her back down on her own feet. She clutched onto his shoulders for support, as she tried to overcome the temporary dizziness caused by their spinning. "We are too old for this sort of play, and it is not proper behavior for elves of our standing."
But even as she said this, she knew the delight shining in her eyes contested her own arguments. At any rate, Legolas merely shook his head in disagreement to her half-hearted warnings.
"I care not." he declared. "There is no one to see. And even if there were, all that matters is you and I." He paused and kissed the top of her head. "And the two of us making up for lost time."
Armir shrugged her shoulders resignedly. "Yes . . . I suppose." she said slowly, though she still turned her head from side to side, restlessly checking the halls to see if they had attracted a curious audience due to their noise.
Noting her anxiety, Legolas took her small chin with gentle fingers and forced her to look at him. He grinned down at her questioning face and nuzzled her nose against his.
"I believe, my Lady, that you are just stalling." he accused teasingly. "You are trying to deny me of the prize I have rightfully earned in capturing you."
At this, a smile quickly broke across his wife's ruby-red lips, causing his heart to skip a beat in anticipation. She snaked her graceful arms around his neck, pressing her slender form coquettishly against him as his arms in turn encircled her tiny waist possessively.
"But my Lord," Armir murmured coyly, as their trembling mouths began to draw closer to each other. "Why would I refuse you the pleasure of a reward that I yearn to give just as much?"
The lingering kiss that ensued was gentle but alive with profound adoration, slow but full of breathtaking intensity. By the time they parted for air, Armir could do no more but lean feebly against Legolas, dependent on his arms to hold her up. She smiled as she felt the elf- prince's heart pounding crazily in his chest, where her cheek was pressed. It pleased her to know that, to some extent, she had as powerful an effect on him as he did on her.
For some time they just stood in their sweet embrace, lost in the warm euphoria of their recovered love. Just a few hours ago it had seemed as though they had lost each other forever. It was still difficult to believe the miracle that now, they were not only reunited, but bound together as husband and wife.
Several minutes later, they had moved on to find themselves standing at the doorway of Armir's bedroom. A roguish smile played across Legolas' lips as he lingered uncertainly at the entrance while his lover strolled in without timidity or hesitation.
"I am not so sure about this, Mela (Love)." he said slowly, crossing his arms over his chest. "Your grandfather may have expressed his consent to our union, but I doubt that he would approve . . ."
Armir whirled around to face him, feigning a look of utter horror. "Legolas Thranduilion, do you really think me capable of being that brazen?" she exclaimed, planting her hands on her hips. "We are not going to do ANYTHING, if that is what you are implying. I have merely brought you here because I wanted to show you something."
Legolas chuckled, then walked up to her and kissed her forehead. "Only teasing, Mela." he assured her. "I knew that." He took her hand, entwining his fingers through hers, and turned his gaze to look around them. "Now what was it that you wanted me to . . ."
His voice trailed off as his searching eyes fell on the walls of the princess' room, and he immediately caught sight of what Armir had intended to show him.
Decorating the walls of her bedroom were nearly a dozen paintings, of what at first glance appeared to be of varying subjects. But as Legolas took a better look, he realized that the paintings were all of Armir at different ages and on different occasions of her life. There was one of her as an infant cradled in Lord Elrond's arms. Another was of her as a little girl of about five, riding on the back of a great white horse with Glorfindel. The most recent-looking one was of her as a radiant, fully bloomed elf- maiden, posing in the gardens dressed in a magnificent red ball gown.
"My fiftieth birthday, during my coming-of-age ball." he heard Armir say, obviously noticing him staring at the exquisite portrait.
She laughed rather embarrassedly. "Lord Elrond made such a proud, fervent grandfather. When I was younger, he would have the best artists in Rivendell paint portraits of me every five years or so, to chronicle my life as I grew up." she explained. "They used to be scattered throughout the house for our guests to see, but I began to feel rather embarrassed of them. So, I asked to have most of them placed here in my room instead, where only the people whom I wish to view them may."
Legolas shook his head, but did not turn his gaze as it continued to drift over the paintings, scrutinizing each one appreciatively. "I see not why there is any need for embarrassment." he said with a smile. "You were every bit as perfect and lovely then as you are now."
Just then, his gaze stopped at one certain portrait that hung in a place of prominence over the fireplace. It featured Armir as a child of about three, being raised high into the air by a handsome he-elf of about Legolas' age, with raven hair, a dazzling smile, and sparkling blue eyes. Armir's eyes.
"That one is my favorite." Armir said softly, coming up behind Legolas and wrapping her arms around his waist. "My Ada and I, during happier times."
Legolas felt a pang of sympathy for his beloved as he remembered the unfortunate history she had with her father, Elladan, who had left her when she was still very young because she was starting to remind him too much of his wife, Nurréien.
"Are you still upset with him for what he did?" Legolas asked gently, shifting their position so that he was the one who had his arms around her, stroking her back caringly.
Armir sighed and laid her head jadedly against his shoulder. "I never was." she whispered, though the traces of sadness were evident in her voice. "Somehow I understood the pain he was going through, and knew that he loved me in spite of the fact that he left. My mother's death grieved him, and he needed to ride out and avenge her in order to ease that heartache."
She paused and lifted her head, but kept her gaze lowered to avoid meeting Legolas' eyes. "I guess the only thing that upsets me is the thought of all the time we wasted in so many years apart. All those moments that we could have shared together . . ."
"But now you will get a second chance." Legolas interrupted, caressing her cheek with the back of his hand. "You will be given an opportunity to spend time with your father again, and make up for the years that were lost."
"That is true." Armir murmured uneasily, though Legolas clearly saw there was more that she wanted to say, and was merely holding herself back from doing so. He cupped her face in between his palms to get a better look at her.
"Armir, what is it?" he asked gently, eyes narrowing slightly in concern. "I know there is something bothering you, and you know it hurts whenever you try to hide your pains from me."
There was a long silence before Armir relented and began to speak again.
"It is just that . . . it has only occurred to me now, Legolas." she said softly. "What will my father think of our marriage? Would it not anger him to find out that we have bound ourselves to each other without his consent or even his knowledge?"
Legolas frowned, greatly affected by the worry he could hear in her voice and sense in her heart. He slid his arms back around her and pulled her close, hoping his embrace would erase that anxiety.
"I see no reason Elladan might have to oppose our union." he assured her. "I have known him since I was an elfling of your age, and our fathers have always been good friends. He knows I am an honorable kinsman, who would treat any maiden with the respect she deserves, so much more if she were my own bride."
Armir shook her head. "I do believe that my father will have nothing to question about your integrity." she replied. "What I think will upset him is the way I gave myself to you so unexpectedly. He will come back only to find out that I am no longer just his little girl, but a wife to a he-elf, a noble prince though he may be."
"I can assure you, there is no need for worry, Melamin." Legolas said firmly. "I will take full responsibility of talking to your father. In fact, I shall ask for his blessing the moment he returns home to see you."
"But Legolas, we are already married!" Armir said, noticeable frustration seeping into her tone. "You will not be asking for his consent; you will in fact be informing him!"
Legolas' arms dropped back to his sides as a sudden pang of fear and hurt struck him. He stared down at his beloved through a gaze filled with apprehension.
"Are you saying you regret our being bound?" he asked, looking absolutely crestfallen.
Alarm swept swiftly across Armir's face upon realizing the effect of her words. "No, of course not! Never!" she exclaimed, throwing her arms around Legolas' waist and hugging him tightly. "I apologize if I have made you think otherwise. My heart has longed for nothing more than to be your wife."
She sighed as his strong arms returned to envelope her once more. "But you must understand." she said softly. "I . . . I am frightened. I do not wish to do anything that may displease Ada."
"You will not." Legolas promised, tilting her chin up. He trailed his lips lightly down her face, gently kissing her forehead, nose, and mouth. "The Valar themselves have blessed our union, and was by their will itself that we were bound to each other. I do not think they would lead us to such a path if it were not the right one for us."
At last, Armir smiled, warming his heart with relief. "Your wisdom reminds me of my grandfather's." she told him. "You are a remarkable elf Legolas, and I love you so much. Forgive me, it was foolish of me to worry."
"Never will you have to apologize to me for anything, dearest." Legolas said simply, taking her hand and planting a kiss on her palm. "Because I love you too."
"Everything will be all right, you'll see."
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The sun was already going down, painting the sky orange-red, when Legolas finally made his way to the guest house. He had been told his escorts from Mirkwood had been settled there, and were anxiously waiting for his return. As he approached the large chalet isolated in the midst of tall beech trees, he caught sight of a few elves- members of the Mirkwood royal guard - sitting outside watching the sunset. The moment they saw their prince approaching, they scrambled to their feet.
"Your Highness!" one elf named Galrod exclaimed. "It is good you have returned at last. Lord Firreon has been searching for you everywhere."
"Really . . ." Legolas said, a smile creeping across his face at the thought of his jumpy friend. "Well, I certainly hope he has not . . ."
He was interrupted by a shout that came from the door of the chalet, which had suddenly swung open rather violently.
"Legolas! Where in the world have you been?!" Firreon cried, rushing over to him in two strides. "I have not seen you since we arrived and I have been worried out of my mind! Where have you kept yourself all this time?!"
The panic on his comrade's face as well as the intense happiness burbling inside of him caused Legolas to just burst out laughing. Then, much to Firreon's surprise and the startled amusement of the other Mirkwood elves, he threw his arms around him and embraced him tightly.
"To heaven and back, my friend! Literally!" he exclaimed. He held the astonished he-elf by the shoulders and gave him a little shake. "And I have brought back with me . . . an angel."
Firreon stared back at him blankly, clearly thinking that the prince must have gone mad. "What on earth are you rambling about?" he demanded. "This is a serious question. Can you not give me a serious . . ."
He suddenly paused and some realization seemed to come to his face. "Wait." he said slowly, raising an eyebrow. "Does this have anything to do with those outrageous rumors and commotion we have been hearing around about the Lady Armir's body being . . ."
"Resurrected?" Legolas interrupted, a huge smile on his face. "Brought back to life?" He chuckled and shook his head. "Nay, my friend. Not rumors, but the truth! The Valar have returned my beloved to me, and she is now not only my lover, but my wife!"
He threw up his hands joyfully. "Gentlemen, Mirkwood has a new princess!"
Firreon's hazel eyes widened as his jaw dropped open in utter disbelief. "What?!" he exclaimed, echoed by the equally shocked cries of the other he-elves surrounding them.
The prince laughed again, too high on love and elation to make much sense of himself or even care. "I am sorry my friends, I did not mean to shock you so." he said, shaking his head. "It is just that I have never felt this joyful in all years! I feel as though I am about to burst and go in all places at once."
He took Firreon by the arm and started to pull him back towards the house. "Come, I will tell you everything as we get dressed." he urged. "There is a feast tonight that we must prepare ourselves for."
"Feast?" his friend repeated, though his face was still confounded with amazement. "What feast?"
Legolas grinned. "One that will celebrate the most wonderful thing that has ever happened to me in my entire life."
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COMING UP . . . CHAPTER 4 - CELEBRATION
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See you again soon! Thanks for your time! Take care, all!