AUTHOR'S NOTE:
I am dreadfully sorry for taking so long to update! I really wanted to get this chapter out as a Christmas present, but you all know how busy the holiday season could be. Many apologies to all who have been waiting for this, and I thank you for your patience!
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A word of caution to the squeamish: there is some sensuality in this chapter which is the reason for the story's PG-13 rating. Nothing explicit, though . . just so you know!
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A LOVE THAT BINDS
Chapter Four - CELEBRATION
Armir gazed at her reflection in the mirror and ran her fingers over the flowing skirt of her rose-colored ball gown. With a soft smile, she touched the glittering pendant resting slightly above the dress' low neckline and sighed blithely, feeling the same wave of delight that has been filling her heart the whole day wash over her yet again. Her thoughts drifted back to the handsome face of her newlywed husband, and she had to bite on her lower lip to keep from giggling out loud like a giddy youngster. Without a doubt, she was convinced that she was the luckiest elf alive.
"Young mistress, come! We are not quite finished with you yet."
The princess turned around to face the owner of the voice, an elder she-elf named Elaviel, who had been her faithful nanny and handmaiden since she came to Imladris as a baby. Elaviel was the one who provided the motherly care in Armir's life, and for this the young maiden loved her dearly.
Elaviel beamed as Armir faced her, and she took in the sight of the princess' radiance. "Oh, just look at how lovely you are!" she praised, pride clear in her tone and expression. "Why, I may even be bold enough to say that the beauty of Luthien herself might find some competition in you, little one!"
Armir blushed and shook her head. "You know you are just saying that because you are fond of me." she chided with a smile. "And I am in fact not much fairer than any other elf maiden. But thank you for your compliment. For some reason, I do feel quite prettier tonight than usual."
Elaviel's grey eyes sparkled as she stepped forward and began to run her fingers gently through Armir's raven hair, fussing over it though it was already braided and arranged to near perfection. "Oh, I believe I have an idea of why you are feeling such." she said enigmatically.
"Really?" Armir asked, tilting her head to one side as two other handmaidens joined in Elaviel's pampering and began to fix the skirt and flowing sleeves of her exquisite gown.
Elaviel laughed and nodded. "Aye, and I cannot say I blame you for it, my dear." she said with a teasing hint in her voice. "That Prince Legolas is indeed a very handsome fellow. And if a he-elf as fine as he ever looked at me the same way he so adoringly stares at you, I must say I too would feel as though I were the most treasured creature in all of Middle Earth."
"Nana! Stop it!" Armir giggled, switching to the pet name she had been calling her since she was a child. She raised her hands to her cheeks, which were flushing lightly to match the color of her dress.
"Oh, my dear." Elaviel sighed wistfully, cupping Armir's chin in her hand and staring at her with maternal fondness. "It seems like only yesterday when Lord Elrond first placed you in my care, just a helpless little babe cradled in my arms. And now, you are all grown up, and are married. How time flies by for us indeed!"
Armir smiled back and took her hands. "Yes, time does fly." she agreed. "But it brings about no changes, really."
She then threw her arms around the older elf to embrace her tightly. "Thank you for everything you have done for me, Nana." she whispered. "I certainly would never have gotten this far had it not been for your care over the years."
Elaviel nodded and returned the smile, her eyes glistening with happy tears. "I am just glad to have you here again." she murmured. "In my heart, I just knew you would return somehow, and I shall praise the Valar forever for answering my prayers and bringing you back to us."
Just then, a firm knocking came from the bedroom door. It was a knock that sounded with such stern force and well-known authority that the person did not have to announce himself for Armir and her handmaidens to know who he was.
"Come in, Minyaatar!" Armir called excitedly, facing the entrance at once as the door swung open.
All the handmaidens curtsied as the Lord of Rivendell came into the room, and rose only when he waved his hand to acknowledge their respect. The maidens then moved away from their huddle around Armir to allow her grandfather to approach her, and exited the room to allow them privacy.
Armir smiled bashfully as Lord Elrond regarded her with a look of admiration on his face the same way Elaviel had. "My child," he murmured, sounding almost awed. "You look absolutely stunning."
"Thank you." Armir said softly. "I must confess though, that I am actually feeling quite nervous for tonight."
Elrond chuckled and enclosed her small hands in his. "Now whatever for?" he asked, raising his eyebrows. "This is your night, and I am hoping you will enjoy it!"
Armir sighed and shrugged her shoulders. "I do not know why I feel this way, really." she murmured. "I suppose I am just anxious about what the people may think when they see me. Will I not frighten them, or cause them to be suspicious? Will they truly be happy to have me back?"
Elrond shook his head. "From what Glorfindel has told me based on the reports he has received, the people cannot be any more thrilled with the news that you have returned." he assured his granddaughter firmly. "They have always known that you are special, and have been showered with the Valar's grace since you were a child. It did not surprise them much to learn that you were given the gift of a second life."
He cupped her small chin with his hand and smiled. "I do not want you to have to ever worry about acceptance here in your own home." he told her firmly. "Coming from you, our own little princess, that is simply intolerable! I will not have it!"
Armir smiled back weakly and nodded. "As you wish, my Lord."
Noticing immediately the failure of his words to erase all the doubt on her face, Elrond squeezed the young maiden's hands again. "That is not all that is troubling you, is it?" he asked quietly.
Armir shook her head. "Minyaatar . . ." she said slowly. "When is Ada coming?"
Elrond stared at her with concern in his eyes for a moment, having heard the slight fearfulness in her voice as she asked this question. "I sent messengers to find him early this morning." he answered. "Though I am afraid he will not make it to tonight's festivities, he should be able to arrive by tomorrow."
He watched Armir bite her lower lip, something she only did when she was anxious or hesitant. But before he could inquire what the matter was, she spoke up first.
"Minyaatar . . . please tell me the truth." She paused and took a deep breath. "Do you think Ada will approve of my marriage to Legolas?"
"Oh, my dear." Elrond sighed, gathering his granddaughter into his arms and holding her close. "Is that what has been causing the worry in your heart this whole time?"
Armir nodded. "I do not know why, but I just have the strangest fear that he will not be pleased when he finds out I have bound myself to Legolas without his permission." she whispered. "Am I being foolish for feeling this?"
"No." Elrond said, patting her back gently. "It is reasonable for you to feel anxious, but I can assure you that there is no need for you to fear your father's displeasure. There is no valid cause for him to oppose your union with Legolas, for no elf can make you a more suitable husband than he. Moreover, your bond is one that has been secured by the Valar themselves, and therefore cannot be contested by any earthly force or authority. "
Armir finally smiled. "Legolas told me the exact same things." she remarked softly. "You two must think alike."
Elrond chuckled. "Well, that only further proves his wisdom and suitability for you." he said, then took the young maiden gently by the shoulders. "He is a fine elf, Armir, and he clearly loves you more than anything else in this world. I for one cannot think of any other male I would more willingly relinquish your hand to, and I am quite certain your father will feel the same."
"Thank you, Minyaatar. Your support really means a lot to us." Armir whispered, giving him a warm embrace.
"But there is something else." Elrond went on suddenly. "Glorfindel, Erestor, and I have agreed on this, and with your permission, we wish to make use of tonight's gathering to announce not only your return, but your marriage as well." Then, noting the way Armir's eyes widened at this bit of news, he quickly added, "Only if you wish to, of course."
There was a long silence as Elrond waited patiently to think over this pressing matter. At last, Armir sighed and shook her head.
"Please do not take this to mean that I am ashamed of announcing my marriage to Legolas, for nothing has caused me greater happiness than being made his wife." she said slowly. "I just would like to wait for Ada's return before taking such an important step. I do not wish to cause him disrespect by announcing my marriage to the people of Rivendell even before his blessing has been properly given."
Elrond smiled and nodded, looking proud of his grandchild's prudence. "Wisely said." he praised, "Of course we will respect your wishes. We shall take it one step at a time, then. The news of your return for tonight, and your marriage on another."
He offered his arm to her with a slight bow of his head. "Now if you are ready, my little princess, I believe there are people eagerly waiting to see you and celebrate your return."
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Legolas fiddled with the cuff of his tunic sleeve uneasily as his gaze crossed the enormous hall where the lavish banquet had been set up. The room was filled with elves, all of them dressed in their best gowns and tunics for the special occasion. Sounds of excited talking came from every corner as the people happily exchanged their thoughts about the wonderful tidings they received this morning- that their beloved Lady Armir has been resurrected by the Valar, and they would be getting the chance to see her once again this night.
A sharp poke on his ribs brought Legolas' thoughts back to the presence of Firreon, who was standing beside him as his attendant for the night. He turned his head to look at the grinning face hovering almost annoyingly close to his.
"Will you relax?" Firreon chided gently. "I have not seen you this nervous since I dared you to ask Vetilien to the Spring Social ."
At that, even Legolas had no choice but to chuckle at the memory. He shook his head. "I am not nervous!" he fibbed. "A little impatient maybe . . ."
"That makes the two of us, my friend." Firreon agreed. He craned his neck and took a glance at the huge oaken doors of the banquet hall, where the princess was expected to make her grand entrance. "Judging from all the stories and hearsays I have been picking up from the elves who actually know her or have seen her, your wife seems to be the most beautiful maiden ever seen in Rivendell."
"In all of Middle Earth." Legolas corrected, unable to suppress the lovestruck sigh that escaped his lips at the mere thought of his princess.
Firreon coughed to unsuccessfully conceal his amused laughter. "Well, I suppose it is only fitting." he remarked, slinging a brotherly arm around the prince's shoulders. "After all, only the best will suffice for the most desired bachelor of our kingdom. Or former bachelor, as it is."
Suddenly, the sound of melodious trumpets interrupted their conversation and caused all noise in the hall to come to an abrupt end. Armir was coming.
Legolas felt his heart leap with anticipation as everyone in the room hurried to take a spot along the carpet that ran from the entrance doors to the dais where the three thrones had been arranged. He was about to step forward and join the rest of the excited crowd when suddenly he felt a hand seize his forearm firmly.
He turned and found Lord Glorfindel gazing down him with a benign smile on his face.
"You are her husband." the elf-lord said simply, and began to pull on the Mirkwood elf's arm. "That position deserves respect and distinction."
Before Legolas could make any contestations, Glorfindel pulled him away from the company of Firreon and the rest of the assembly, leading him towards the dais. He gestured to the right-most throne.
"You will wait here."
And with a soft swish of his long robes, the elf-lord briskly walked away, leaving Legolas to stand alone for all to see in his place of prominence.
For a moment, the prince remained frozen on the spot where Glorfindel had practically forced him to stand and stay, too surprised to move. A faint blush swept across his cheeks as some of the elves curiously glanced in his direction and whispered to one another, obviously wondering who he was to Lady Armir to merit a spot on the throne beside those of Lord Elrond and his granddaughter.
"It has not yet been revealed to them that Armir and I are married." Legolas thought. His knees trembled slightly when he realized that Lord Elrond probably intended to use this feast also as the opportunity to make the important announcement to his people, the idea of which made him only more nervous than ever.
At that same moment, the heavy entrance doors swung open. Soft music began to play, and all who were in the room fell in reverent silence.
There were some gasps as two regal figures stepped through the doorway and began to glide down the carpet towards the front of the hall. Legolas himself could not help but suck in his breath with the rest of the delighted and astounded spectators.
Her hand on her grandfather's arm, the lovely maiden mesmerized every heart in the room with the smile she offered to every person in the room. As she passed by the watching elves in her graceful walk, they bowed low to her, many with tears of joy running down their cheeks. Some could only stand still in shock, their faced swathed over with not fear or doubt, but overwhelming happiness at the sight of the young princess.
Legolas felt as though his heart would burst with emotion as he kept his gaze steady on the face of this precious wife. In that one moment, as he watched her greet her kinsmen and observed their reactions towards her, he saw all over again all the things that caused him to fall in deeply love with her. Her grace, her confidence, her courage, her kindness, and the radiant charm of her pure soul. He was, without a doubt, the luckiest elf to have ever lived.
At last, Armir and Elrond's march ended as they reached the dais. Legolas stepped forward immediately to hold out his hand and help Armir climb up the steps.
"You look beautiful." he was all he could manage to say, as he took both her hands when she came to stand before him.
Armir's sapphire eyes shone with an affection that melted him inside. "No more than you do." she murmured, as Legolas slid an arm around her waist and pulled her against him. Both seemed to have completely forgotten that there was still a roomful of inquisitive elves watching their every move. "Amin mela lle (I love you)."
"Amin mela lle." Legolas whispered softly, before leaning in to capture her lips with his own. As he kissed her deeply, he could distantly hear the sounds of some elves reacting to their display of passion. But, for some reason, he no longer cared about what others thought, and it seemed neither did Armir.
Only when Elrond coughed pointedly did the couple pull away from each other. They looked at the elf-lord in sheepish embarrassment, but were met only with an amused smile.
"Later." he chided them gently, and held out his hand to Armir. The maiden obediently drew away from her husband and came to stand beside her grandfather once more. Side by side they faced the sea of smiling faces.
"My brother and sisters." Lord Elrond began with his strong, commanding voice. "Kinsmen and friends. Please join me in welcoming back my granddaughter, the daughter of my son Elladan. Tonight, we celebrate the wonder of her return, and give thanks to the Valar for the grace they have shown her as well as each and every one of us. My people . . . may I present to you your princess-Lady Armir."
Legolas joined in the exuberant applause of the Rivendell elves as Armir gracefully bowed low before them all. Many were unable to restrain themselves and let go of their composure as they burst into shouts of jubilation. Love, respect, and joy were marked in the faces of each and every person in the room, giving proof of just how much the young maiden had been missed and was appreciated in her kingdom.
The Mirkwood prince smiled wanly as Armir glanced back at him briefly, her eyes shining with tears of happiness and relief. He never doubted for a minute the positive reaction his wife would get from her people. It seemed all that was left to be concerned about was the announcement of their marriage, and even that he was now starting to feel very confident about.
He and Armir had been blessed indeed, and they were meant to be together. Nothing was going to stand in their way now.
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"Armir, I would like you to meet Firreon, Captain of my father's Royal Guard as well as one of my dearest friends from home." Legolas said, sweeping his arm in the direction of the elf standing opposite them.
Armir smiled graciously and held out her slender hand to the he-elf she had just been introduced to. "It gives me great pleasure to finally meet you, my Lord." she said with a slight bow of her head.
Firreon shook his head as he brought her hand to his lips. "Nay, the honor is mine, your Highness." he responded sincerely. "I have heard a great deal about you from Legolas, and I see now that his stories had not been exaggerated. You are far more radiant than even his words could describe."
Armir laughed as in the corner of her eye she caught Legolas giving his friend a pointed look. "Oh, considering your prince's remarkable eloquence, I would very much doubt that." she responded lightly, as she slid her hand back where it belonged at Legolas' arm.
Firreon chuckled and nodded vigorously. "Indeed." he said. "And if I may, I want to be the first Mirkwood elf to wish you and your new husband many years of happiness together. We shall be very pleased to welcome you to our kingdom, Princess Armir."
At the mention of this last declaration, Armir felt the smile on her face fade slightly, though she struggled to keep this change unnoticed. She nodded her head graciously. "Thank you my lord." she told him sincerely.
"Please, I would rather you not use titles with me." Firreon protested. "I do not think I would be able to take it if the wife of my dearest friend were to call me Lord. Let it be known from this moment forth, my lady, that I am but your humble servant."
"You are very kind." Armir said with a smile, deeply touched by the ready acceptance of one who had just made her acquaintance. "In that case, I must insist that you also use informal address with me. Being treated so formally by my own husband's best friend would certainly not make me feel very comfortable."
"As you wish." Firreon replied, bowing his head slightly again. When he raised his eyes back up, he caught sight of the impatience that was growing on Legolas' face, and he smiled.
"Now, I suppose it would be best that I leave you two on your own. It seems there is yet much you have to do and talk about." Firreon said, throwing the elf-prince a wink. "I look forward to speaking with you again and getting to know you better, Armir."
"Yes, you too, Firreon!" Armir bade him, as he bowed to the couple one last time before striding away and disappearing quickly into the host of guests milling about the room.
When they were alone again, she turned to Legolas with a face that mocked questioning. "Now why do you suppose he felt he had to rush off like that?" she asked with a hint of teasing in her voice. "You did not by any chance make him feel that he was crowding us, did you Love?"
Legolas groaned in spite of the sheepish smile that crept across his lips. "Well, you cannot really blame me for being selfish, can you?" he said beggingly. "I have hardly been able to speak to you all night. So many people have been trying to get to you that we have so far barely been able to spend any time together."
Armir placed her hands on her hips and threw him a mildly reprimanding look. "I never knew I had married such a jealous husband!" she exclaimed. "Really, Legolas. You cannot expect me to just ignore all the people who have come to see me, can you? They deserve to have some of my time and attention also!"
Legolas hung his head. "You are right. I'm sorry." he mumbled, looking slightly crushed by his beloved's admonition.
Armir abandoned her scolding face and took his face between her hands. "Darling, please do not think I am enjoying not being able to focus my thoughts on you tonight." she told him gently. "If truth be told, I am rather tired, and all this attention is staring to make me uncomfortable. I wish, more than anything, to just be alone with you."
"That can be arranged." Legolas offered eagerly, wrapping an arm around her waist and possessively pulling her closer.
"But I must be fair to my people." Armir interrupted. "They are so happy to see me, and have been good enough to accept and welcome me back even if my return has been all so sudden."
Then, she smiled and dropped her hands to let them fall on his chest, caressing it playfully. "When all the commotion has died down, I promise to give my undivided attention to no one but you." she murmured, tiptoeing slightly to trail feathery kisses along his jaw and down his neck. "And I shall see to it that you receive your just rewards for being so patient."
She suppressed a laugh as she noted effect of her words and teasing actions on Legolas' face. It was the first time that she had ever seen him blush, and it looked utterly adorable.
"Well . . ." Legolas croaked out weakly, then swallowed hard to regain control of his voice. "When you put it that way . . ."
His gaze then drifted to the dance floor where many couples were moving with perfect grace to the sounds of the beautiful Elven music. A smile reappeared on his abashed face and he took both Armir's hands in his, eyes boring into hers earnestly.
"How about just one dance for now?" he asked, throwing her an irresistibly pleading look. "A quick one, before I surrender you back to your throng of admirers, just to tide me over until you can fulfill your promise of solitude for us both."
Armir smiled back, knowing instantly that she could never refuse such a sweet request and a heart melting face. "Well, I suppose one dance cannot hurt much . . ."
A song was just ending as Legolas and Armir approached the dance floor. When the other Elven couples saw the handsome he-elf bring their princess out to the middle of the crowd, they quickly dispersed and moved off the floor. Armir knew this was done as a sign of respect to her and the prince of Mirkwood, but also because they were very eager to watch and further observe the two of them together.
The musicians began to play a romantic waltz, one of Armir's favorites. As Legolas began to lead her around the floor with impressive grace and ease, the princess became vaguely aware of the stares avidly directed at them from all sides, but for once she didn't quite care. She felt rather proud of being seen in the arms of such a fine he-elf, and she wanted her people to see how happy she was being with Legolas. She wanted them to love and appreciate him almost as much as she did. And, judging from the smiles that shone all around the room, she was getting her wish.
She raised her gaze slightly to look into her husband's eyes, wanting to lose herself in those blue depths that made her feel so whole and special. Legolas' thoughts, however, were not quite in tune with hers.
"What is it?" he asked, upon noticing her staring at him so intently. Both his voice and expression seemed rather tense with worry. "Am I doing something wrong? Am I that bad a dancer?"
At this, Armir giggled lightly and shook her head. "Nay, my love." she assured him lovingly. "You are perfect."
The crease on his forehead deepened. "Why then are you staring at me like that?" he mumbled nervously.
Armir smiled and snuggled her face into his chest, closing her eyes contentedly. "I was just thinking about how much I am hopelessly in love with you." she sighed.
She could imagine the smile her words brought to Legolas' face as she felt him rest his chin gently on the top of her head and pull her closer. "You know what?" she heard him whisper in her ear. "So was I."
Armir laughed and then pulled away a little, raising her head to look at him through sparkling eyes. "No, you were too busy worrying about all the eyes staring at us." she admonished. "You cannot lie to me, Mela. I know you too well."
Legolas grinned and shrugged. "All right, so you caught me." he admitted. "I cannot help it. I have never been comfortable with being the center of attention."
He then paused, as if recalling something. "Which reminds me." he said slowly. "The evening is getting late. When do you suppose does your grandfather plan to make the big announcement?"
The smile faded quickly from Armir's face as she stared at Legolas blankly "What announcement?"
Legolas' face likewise fell at the sight of her confusion. "About our marriage, of course." he replied. Noting the adverse look that remained on the maiden's face, uneasiness began to grow on his. "I just thought that Lord Elrond meant to take advantage of this occasion to share the news of our union to your people."
Armir suddenly looked uncomfortable, and she drew her eyes away from contact with his. "He did consider that idea." she said softly. "But I asked him not to push through with it."
"Why not?" Legolas inquired. He was trying to keep his voice light, but the growing hurt Armir heard in his tone and saw on his face crushed her heart. How could she not have considered this reaction before?
"I . . . I just thought it would better if we waited for my father to return before we told everyone about it." she struggled to explain hastily. "After all, I believe we owe him at least that much respect. He deserves to be informed first before we bring out the news to all the people. It . . . it just does not feel right for him to be the last to know."
Legolas gazed at her silently for a moment, his sapphire eyes clouded over and therefore unreadable. "All right." he finally said, though Armir could clearly sense that his assent was not quite sincere. "You should know, however, that have told all my men about the news. I am sorry, I was not aware you really wished to keep it secret. It is just that . . . it was news that made me so happy that it was too difficult for me to keep all to myself."
Armir could only stare back at him speechlessly, overridden with guilt at what she was hearing and seeing. Legolas, on the other hand, turned his gaze away and avoided eye contact with her. Thankfully, the music finally came to a stop, and so did their dance.
They heard enthusiastic applause sound all around them, but both were too dazed to really acknowledge it . It was only when the applause ceased and a stillness followed that they were drawn out of their distressed trances. Armir turned around and saw the reason why the people fell into respectful silence.
Lord Elrond smiled and bowed to her before reaching out with his hand. "May I have the next dance, my Lady?" he asked kindly. He then turned his gaze to Legolas and addressed him with similar respect. "With your permission, of course."
"Certainly, my Lord." Came the prince's ready reply.
Armir turned towards her husband immediately and opened her mouth to speak, but no words could come out in time. Her gaze managed to catch Legolas' for a brief moment before he turned away and strolled back to the sidelines and melted into the crowd from sight.
Armir's heart sank, making her feel the worst she had that entire day. She had hurt him. There he was, so eager to announce the news of their marriage to the world, while she was trying to hard to hide it. What was she so afraid of anyway? Why couldn't she find in herself the same enthusiasm to present Legolas as he husband to her people?
"Armir?"
She had been so caught up in her thoughts that she didn't even notice that she and her grandfather had already begun to dance, still with everyone watching. Elrond was gazing down at her with concern in his eyes.
He sighed and gently squeezed that small hand that was wrapped up in his own. "What is it that troubles you now?' he asked her, sounding somewhat disappointed. "I had hoped there would be nothing but joy for you this night, but the look on your face tells me otherwise."
But his words were lost on the young princess as she had been mulling over other thoughts in her head. When at last she returned her attention to her grandfather, the first words that came from her mouth caught him by surprise.
"I wish to let the people know about my marriage to Legolas." Her voice came out clear and strong, and, to her own astonishment, no longer with any trace of hesitation.
Taken aback by this sudden declaration, Elrond stared down at the elf- maiden with rapt interest. "What?" he said softly, looking slightly confused but at the same time amused. "What caused this change of heart?"
Armir sighed and shook her head slowly. "I just realized how foolish my thoughts and decisions have been lately." she murmured. "I have not been fair to my husband, while he on the other hand has been nothing but wonderful and supportive to me."
Her gaze hardened faintly with determination. "It is time the people are told the truth of how deeply we are in love with each other." she said firmly. "I want them to know how much I care about Legolas, and just how much he means to me."
Elrond nodded sympathetically, eyes filling with complete understanding. "Very well." he said. "Since you seem to be so sure . . ."
"I am." Armir assured him with a grateful smile. "Thank you, Minyaatar."
A rush of surprised murmurs ran through the mass of spectators as Elrond and Armir ended their dance abruptly, even before the musicians had finished their song. As her grandfather walked over to speak with Erestor, who was standing by the dais at the front of the hall, Armir moved in the direction of the crowd in search of her husband. It did not take he much effort to locate him, since he came out of the throng upon realizing that there was something going on.
His gaze was concerned as he spotted the princess hastily making her way towards him. "Armir." he began, coming forward to meet her. "Is there something wrong? What is--- "
He was cut off when his wife suddenly wrapped her gentle hands around his neck and pulled him down to her, capturing his lips and effectively silencing him. In spite of his shock at these unexpected actions however, Legolas responded as she had hoped and returned her kiss with a tender passion that never failed to weaken her all over.
They were breathless by the time they parted, eager for more but restrained by the presence of the gawking audience surrounding them.
Legolas' eyes shone with desire as he leaned his forehead against Armir's, his chest heaving visibly. "Have you any idea how you drive me mad whenever you do that?" he muttered into her ear, giving its pointed tip a seductive nibble.
Armir smiled, relieved that all his earlier displeasure towards her seemed to have completely vanished. Without replying to his question, she turned her gaze towards the dais, where she saw that Lord Elrond was already waiting for them.
"Come." she told Legolas, taking his hand and beginning to lead him towards the front of the banquet hall. Though the prince was obviously bewildered by this, he said nothing and instead followed willingly.
Trumpets blew to call the attention of the people as Legolas and Armir climbed up the dais steps to rejoin the Lord of Rivendell. As silence enveloped the ballroom once more, Elrond cleared his throat and began to make his announcement.
"My friends, brothers and sisters. With the consent of Lady Armir of Rivendell and Prince Legolas Thranduilion of the Woodland Realm, it gives me great pleasure to share with you one more bit of glad tidings on this wonderful evening."
The elf lord paused and smile pleasantly at the sea of attentive faces all around him.
"As many of you know, for quite some years now I have been looking for a suitable consort to take care of my granddaughter, our beloved little princess." he told them. "That search has finally come to an end, for the Valar took it upon themselves to bring to Armir the rightful elf with whom she will share her soul and her immortal life. By the grace of Eru and the hand of Nienna they have been bound as one, and so with my sincere blessing do I give my granddaughter to her new husband. Prince Legolas Thranduilion."
Thunderous applause and cheers filled every corner of the room as the people of Rivendell sounded their wholehearted approval to this revelation. Armir felt tears of joy come to her eyes as her heart filled with affection for her kinsmen. It was clear that they were not surprised by the news of her union with the Mirkwood prince, but not even she expected that they would be so receptive to her marrying an outsider without prior notice. Their faith in her was strong, and they really just wished for her to be happy.
She turned her head to look at the he-elf standing beside her, and smiled upon seeing the vivid happiness on his face that matched hers. But, to her amusement, he looked terrified at the same time, greatly uncomfortable under all the attention every elf in the packed room was giving him. When he caught sight of Armir looking his way, he grinned shakily and leaned close to whisper to her.
"What do I do now?" he asked nervously. "Am I supposed to bow? Or wave?"
Armir smiled and shook her head. She took his arms and wrapped them around her waist before circling her own around his neck.
"Does not kissing me sound like a better idea?" she said coyly, burying her fingers in his hair and massaging the back of his head enticingly.
At this invitation, Legolas gave her a smile that caused her insides to tremble with excitement. "I was wondering if you were ever going to ask." he whispered, before kissing her deeply amidst the delighted cheers of the Rivendell well-wishers.
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It was past midnight when at last the House of Lord Elrond settled into peaceful silence once more. The grand celebration, which had lasted well into the night, had finally ended and the Rivendell elves, all satisfied with their fill of the festivities, retired to their respective homes, exhausted but immensely happy.
Armir yawned and laid her head sleepily against Legolas' shoulder as the two of them walked arm in arm down the long, dark, deserted hall that led to her bedroom. Today felt like it had been the longest day of her life, but the happiest one was well. Though she was tired, she knew that after all the excitement she would have quite some difficulty in falling asleep tonight.
Neither of them said a word as they approached Armir's chambers. It was only when they finally reached her doors did they realize that they had a problem to face- how to part for the night.
Or, whether they even should.
As they came to a stop at the entrance to her room and faced each other, Armir bit on her lip uneasily, keeping her gaze on the ground. She did not know why she was so embarrassed, but somehow she just could not bring herself to look at Legolas in the eye. It was certainly not her will to part herself from him, even just for the night, but she had no idea of how to express this wish to him. Would he think her too brazen? Perhaps he would end up becoming disgusted by her forwardness and lose all respect for her.
But was it not her right to have Legolas share her bed for the night? He was her husband now, after all. No longer did modesty require them to hold themselves back from certain intimacies, for by virtue of marriage they were now one body. But even if she knew this was so, why could she not even muster up the courage to invite him inside her room to stay with her for the night? This was all just so dreadfully awkward!
"Armir?"
At the sound of Legolas' gentle voice calling her, she jerked her head up with a start, her cheeks turning scarlet with embarrassment. She realized then that she must have been standing there dumbly for quite some time now, with Legolas just staring and waiting for her to say something. Suddenly, she felt even more foolish than ever.
Her husband, on the other hand, did not seem to think there was anything wrong. He spared Armir the trouble of stringing her words together by speaking first.
"Well, I suppose I should get back to Firreon and the rest of my kinsmen." he said slowly, taking her small hands and encasing them in his large ones. "They must be wondering where I have gone off to again."
Surprise struck Armir when she heard this casual statement, followed by growing twinges of hurt. Didn't Legolas WANT to spend the night with her as she badly did? Was she the only one who thought they have gained the right to sleep together? Perhaps she really was being an audacious maiden.
But as she gathered up her will to look up and meet his eyes, she was startled by the strange gleam she saw in his gaze. It was, quite unmistakably, an expression of smoldering desire. A hunger that was obviously taking him great effort to conceal. But why? Why was he refusing to act on an instinct that obviously felt so right for the both of them?
Unfortunately, Legolas did not give her an opportunity to articulate these pressing questions. Snaking an arm around her waist, she pulled her close to him and firmly pressed his mouth on hers in a slow but brief kiss. Armir felt his arms tremble slightly as he seemingly forced himself to release her and take a step back.
"Good night, my princess." he said softly, giving her a smile that was tender but looked strangely tense. "Sleep well, and I shall see you tomorrow."
IN spite of the sharp stab of disappointment in her, Armir managed to smile back weakly and nod. "Good night, Legolas."
She turned around quickly before Legolas could see the first tear that slid down her face. Grabbing a hold of the door handle, she pushed against the heavy wood, vaguely aware of Legolas' keen stare boring into her back. She entered the sanctuary of her bedroom without so much a glance behind her, and shut the door just as hastily as she had opened it.
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For a full minute Legolas stood frozen in place, staring silently at the door Armir had gone through and closed on his face. He inhaled deeply, trying to calm down the despair swelling painfully in his chest. What had he just done?!
He had not considered earlier what he would do once he had brought Armir back to her room, and now he was paying dearly the price for his lack of foresight and preparation. How could he have not planned or at least thought of how they would go about their first night as a wedded couple?! They were husband and wife for pity's sake! It was ridiculous for them to be sleeping in separate beds, much less separate rooms!
It was fear and uncertainty that had held him back from sweeping Armir off her feet and carrying her into the room himself. Eru knew that he longed for nothing more than to spend the night with his beloved, but there were insecurities haunting his mind that simply got in the way. Their wedding had not been a conventional one. Their exchange of vows had been done in the most ethereal setting, making it seem almost as if it had all been just a fantastic dream. It still seemed to good to be true that Armir was now his wife, his maiden, and chastity no longer required him to set respectful limits in his relationship with her.
Legolas frowned as she stared darkly at the heavy doors that separated him from what he desired most in the world. Another reason why he hesitated in taking what he wanted from his wife was the fear of offending her. He certainly did not want to make her feel that he had violated her in any way, demanding intimacy so boldly just like that. He had greatly hoped that Armir would just invite him in and spare him the problem of trying to politely do it himself. Now he realized how stupid he had been in expecting such a bold act from one so young and innocent.
But did that mean that he should have been the bold one? Was he supposed to have asked to let inside her room and into her bed? Should he have simply let his passion take control and claimed what he wanted by force, praying instead that Armir would end up wanting the same things he did? Would that not have been counted as ravishment, a heinous act he considered the most horrendous any person can ever commit against another?
The elf prince groaned softly and shook his head in frustration. Who would have known how much trouble his inexperience with maidens would eventually cause him?
He sighed and ran an anxious hand through his hair, wondering what could be the best thing for him to do next. Was it still possible for him to rectify his earlier cowardice by knocking on her door?
It is too late. Just walk away, a voice at the back of his head berated him. There would always be tomorrow night, and many others ahead. Patience is virtue.
But all Legolas could do was glare sullenly at the dark hallway that would lead him away from Armir's bedroom to another place where could retire for the night. He managed a few steps down the passage, but after that his feet refused to bring him any further. He felt absolutely no willingness to leave Armir. If he had to be content with standing outside her closed door, then so be it.
He leaned his back against the wall just beside the entrance to the princess' room and shut his eyes desolately, wondering if his wife was feeling ay sadness at their being forced apart for yet another night. What must she be thinking about him now?
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Armir sniffed quietly and leaned her head back slowly against the wood pressing behind her. Long minutes had passed by, and still she hand not moved an inch away from the door since she stepped through it. Suddenly, all her earlier weariness was gone, replaced by depression, and she knew now for sure that she would never be able to get any sleep tonight. Not without the comfort of having Legolas beside her.
"I should never have let him leave." the young maiden thought sadly. "Curse my thoughtless pride! I should have just asked him to come inside and left it at that. Any reaction of his could not have possibly made me any more miserable than I feel right now."
Wiping away the tears flowing down her cheeks with an impatient gesture, Armir gathered up her never to make a decision. Turning around to face the door once more, she gripped her hand tightly against the brass handle and gave it a swift yank.
A loud gasp escaped her lips as she collided heavily against a tall shadow that stood directly at the entrance to her bedroom. As she stumbled backward, a strong hand caught her arm to prevent her fall. Armir recognized the touch of these gentle fingers instantly.
"Legolas?" she whispered, staring up at the figure looming before her, slowly beginning to perceive his handsome face through the darkness. There was confusion upon his fair features, but surprisingly a great deal of nervousness as well.
"Wh-what are you still doing here?" Armir asked in sincere bewilderment.
There was a long silence before he replied, during which Armir involuntarily held her breath, he heart beginning to beat rapidly with restless hope.
"Forgive me." Legolas finally muttered, his voice sounding oddly rigid. "I just . . . I just could not . . . I did not want to leave you." He paused and took a deep breath, his expression slipping into anguished fear. "I am too afraid that this might all turn out to be just another dream, and when I wake up from my sleep I would lose you again."
Armir could not prevent the tears that began to run from her eyes as she listened to this confession. All of a sudden she understood why Legolas had acted the way he did, and her heart ached with overflowing affection for him.
She closed the distance between them in one step and wrapped her arms around his waist, burying her face into his chest.
"You will never lose me again, Legolas." she whispered, gaining confidence from the way his protective embrace felt around her. "I promise I will never leave you, and I will always love you."
She felt Legolas' fingers tilt her chin up gently to make their gazes meet. His eyes, radiant with emotions, never ceased their stare into hers as he touched her cheek, wiping away her tears with a quivering thumb.
Armir closed her eyes and slid her hands to the back of his neck as Legolas leaned in to kiss her. Slowly and ever so softly his mouth caressed hers, showing her his care and longing for this moment. When his tongue stroked her lips, gently urging them apart, she welcomed his request and opened her mouth. Their tongues battled eagerly as they both yearned to prove their passion for each other.
His hands started to roam urgently as their kiss intensified and their fervor mounted. She could not help but moan with pleasure when his hands proceeded to touch her in places he never dared consider before, and at once she knew that he was ready to finally claim his right.
Just as she was more that ready to give it to him.
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Armir's soft moans against his mouth harshly called Legolas' senses back to him. A warning flashed in his head as he caught hold of himself and realized how far he was allowing his ardor to take over him. After a huge struggle to constrain himself, he hauled his hands away from their exploration of Armir's curves and began to draw his lips from their kiss.
"No." Armir whispered at once, her grip on his shoulders tightening in objection.
Legolas shivered as she urged him back to her, catching his bottom lip lightly between her teeth. He allowed himself to lose restraint for a few moments as he kissed her back fiercely, refusing to break way until she did in order to take in needed air.
"Armir . . . wait . . ." he whispered pleadingly, fighting to stay in control as she began to lavish his neck with leisurely kisses. Heat was rushing all over him so intensely and rapidly he was staring to fear it. Never had he imagined he could feel so much burning desire for a maiden, even for one so attractive as Armir.
"It is too fast." Legolas thought anxiously, his mind reeling as he tried to think of what he should do. It was not until Armir suddenly stopped nuzzling his neck that he realized that he had unconsciously spoken his thought out loud.
Even in the darkness of the unlit hall Legolas could see his wife's face redden in utter humiliation. A look of pure horror and shame overshadowed her expression as she withdrew from him abruptly and began to back away.
"I . . . I am so sorry." she stammered faintly, seeming absolutely aghast by what she just realized she had been so boldly doing to him. Tears spilled from her cobalt eyes once more. "I . . . I did not mean to offend you. I do not know what . . . I thought you . . ."
She choked on her words and at last shook her head in defeat. "Please forgive me!" she blurted out in a sob, before spinning around and making a desperate motion to retreat back into her bedroom.
Legolas seized her forearm as her hand gripped the door handle. "Why do you leave now?" he asked in concern and confusion. "I do not understand. Do you not want this?"
He watched her slender shoulders tremble as uncontrollable sobs shook her fragile form. He slid his hand down her arm to enclose her fingers and squeeze them kindly.
"I am sorry for what I said." he murmured. "It is just that . . . I am confused, and thus afraid. Please. Just tell me what it is that you wish to happen."
After a long and agonizing pause, the young maiden turned around slowly. She still trembled, but in her courage she stared straight into Legolas' eyes as she gave her answer.
"I wish for nothing more than your happiness, Legolas." she told him softly. "I . . . I am sorry. I thought this would please you. I . . . I just wanted to please you. But if it turns out that I am not to your liking, I ask only that you pardon my impetuousness. I will not do it again."
"Oh, Armir." Legolas whispered, taking her weeping face and cradling it between his soothing hands. "If only you knew just how much I do want you. I keep away only because I fear disrespecting you. I do not wish to force you into giving yourself to me when you are not truly ready for it yet."
Armir took his hands from her cheeks and held them tenderly. "You have patiently held yourself back for so long in respect of my innocence." she murmured, her eyes lowering humbly. "But now, our love has been secured by the bond of marriage. I am your wife, Legolas, and I understand that this comes with certain duties. Please do not hesitate to take from me what you will, because I love you, and would give everything I could possibly offer to please you."
Legolas felt his heart stop beating as he watched her face while she said this. So clearly could he see her devotion, he sincere determination to make him happy.
As all thoughts flew from his head he pulled at her hand, and she allowed herself to be taken back into him quite obligingly. They began to kiss, softly at first, as though requesting for consent before going further. Feeling the mutual passion in each other's caresses, they finally permitted all barriers to come down and apprehensions to slip away.
Legolas sensed his insides shudder with excitement as Armir sighed into their heated kiss, her fragrant breath mingling with his. Never had her lips tasted any sweeter than they did now, and he proved this by ravishing her soft mouth with utmost zeal.
Armir clasped her fingers gently at his hair and whimpered as he kissed a furious trail down the side of her neck and across her throat. His hands stoked between her shoulder blades, left bare by her dress, causing her to shiver. She pressed herself closer to him and tilted her head gracefully to the side, and he readily accepted this invitation to better explore the curves of her elegant neck
Minutes later, he sensed her knees buckle and she stumbled feebly against him, finally succumbing to the escalating weakness his petting was causing her. He immediately gripped her small waist firmly with both hands to help hold her up. He retracted and leaned his forehead onto hers, panting hard as he took a moment to reclaim his breath.
During this pause, Armir smiled up at him apologetically, and he chuckled. He brushed back a lock of her long hair, which he had mussed up considerably, and tucked it tenderly behind her ear.
"Perhaps it would be better if we continued this in a more comfortable setting." he whispered huskily, a hint of a satisfied smirk crossing his lips as he took in the sight of her disheveled state, swollen lips, and dreamily entranced expression. "I do not wish for you to hurt yourself."
Armir grinned back. "Such a braggart." she retorted, sliding a teasing finger down the center of his chest. At her touch Legolas looked down with a start, and realized only then that she had been furtively unfastening the ties of his tunic, leaving his torso already half-exposed.
He chuckled to himself in amusement. Maybe his young wife was not as innocent as he had always thought, after all.
"What are we waiting for then?"
In one fluid movement he had lifted her from the ground with ease, cradling her like a helpless infant in his protective arms. Armir's reaction was to obligingly fit her smaller form into his, nuzzling her face into his chest and causing him to growl with sudden impatience.
Holding her very carefully as though she were the most fragile and important treasure in the world, Legolas nudged the heavy door open with his knee and swiftly carried his wife into the shadows of the bedroom, pausing only to ascertain that the door was securely bolted behind him, ensuring their separation from the rest of the world. At least for that night.
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COMING UP . . . CHAPTER 5 - FATHER
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A LOVE THAT BINDS
Chapter Four - CELEBRATION
Armir gazed at her reflection in the mirror and ran her fingers over the flowing skirt of her rose-colored ball gown. With a soft smile, she touched the glittering pendant resting slightly above the dress' low neckline and sighed blithely, feeling the same wave of delight that has been filling her heart the whole day wash over her yet again. Her thoughts drifted back to the handsome face of her newlywed husband, and she had to bite on her lower lip to keep from giggling out loud like a giddy youngster. Without a doubt, she was convinced that she was the luckiest elf alive.
"Young mistress, come! We are not quite finished with you yet."
The princess turned around to face the owner of the voice, an elder she-elf named Elaviel, who had been her faithful nanny and handmaiden since she came to Imladris as a baby. Elaviel was the one who provided the motherly care in Armir's life, and for this the young maiden loved her dearly.
Elaviel beamed as Armir faced her, and she took in the sight of the princess' radiance. "Oh, just look at how lovely you are!" she praised, pride clear in her tone and expression. "Why, I may even be bold enough to say that the beauty of Luthien herself might find some competition in you, little one!"
Armir blushed and shook her head. "You know you are just saying that because you are fond of me." she chided with a smile. "And I am in fact not much fairer than any other elf maiden. But thank you for your compliment. For some reason, I do feel quite prettier tonight than usual."
Elaviel's grey eyes sparkled as she stepped forward and began to run her fingers gently through Armir's raven hair, fussing over it though it was already braided and arranged to near perfection. "Oh, I believe I have an idea of why you are feeling such." she said enigmatically.
"Really?" Armir asked, tilting her head to one side as two other handmaidens joined in Elaviel's pampering and began to fix the skirt and flowing sleeves of her exquisite gown.
Elaviel laughed and nodded. "Aye, and I cannot say I blame you for it, my dear." she said with a teasing hint in her voice. "That Prince Legolas is indeed a very handsome fellow. And if a he-elf as fine as he ever looked at me the same way he so adoringly stares at you, I must say I too would feel as though I were the most treasured creature in all of Middle Earth."
"Nana! Stop it!" Armir giggled, switching to the pet name she had been calling her since she was a child. She raised her hands to her cheeks, which were flushing lightly to match the color of her dress.
"Oh, my dear." Elaviel sighed wistfully, cupping Armir's chin in her hand and staring at her with maternal fondness. "It seems like only yesterday when Lord Elrond first placed you in my care, just a helpless little babe cradled in my arms. And now, you are all grown up, and are married. How time flies by for us indeed!"
Armir smiled back and took her hands. "Yes, time does fly." she agreed. "But it brings about no changes, really."
She then threw her arms around the older elf to embrace her tightly. "Thank you for everything you have done for me, Nana." she whispered. "I certainly would never have gotten this far had it not been for your care over the years."
Elaviel nodded and returned the smile, her eyes glistening with happy tears. "I am just glad to have you here again." she murmured. "In my heart, I just knew you would return somehow, and I shall praise the Valar forever for answering my prayers and bringing you back to us."
Just then, a firm knocking came from the bedroom door. It was a knock that sounded with such stern force and well-known authority that the person did not have to announce himself for Armir and her handmaidens to know who he was.
"Come in, Minyaatar!" Armir called excitedly, facing the entrance at once as the door swung open.
All the handmaidens curtsied as the Lord of Rivendell came into the room, and rose only when he waved his hand to acknowledge their respect. The maidens then moved away from their huddle around Armir to allow her grandfather to approach her, and exited the room to allow them privacy.
Armir smiled bashfully as Lord Elrond regarded her with a look of admiration on his face the same way Elaviel had. "My child," he murmured, sounding almost awed. "You look absolutely stunning."
"Thank you." Armir said softly. "I must confess though, that I am actually feeling quite nervous for tonight."
Elrond chuckled and enclosed her small hands in his. "Now whatever for?" he asked, raising his eyebrows. "This is your night, and I am hoping you will enjoy it!"
Armir sighed and shrugged her shoulders. "I do not know why I feel this way, really." she murmured. "I suppose I am just anxious about what the people may think when they see me. Will I not frighten them, or cause them to be suspicious? Will they truly be happy to have me back?"
Elrond shook his head. "From what Glorfindel has told me based on the reports he has received, the people cannot be any more thrilled with the news that you have returned." he assured his granddaughter firmly. "They have always known that you are special, and have been showered with the Valar's grace since you were a child. It did not surprise them much to learn that you were given the gift of a second life."
He cupped her small chin with his hand and smiled. "I do not want you to have to ever worry about acceptance here in your own home." he told her firmly. "Coming from you, our own little princess, that is simply intolerable! I will not have it!"
Armir smiled back weakly and nodded. "As you wish, my Lord."
Noticing immediately the failure of his words to erase all the doubt on her face, Elrond squeezed the young maiden's hands again. "That is not all that is troubling you, is it?" he asked quietly.
Armir shook her head. "Minyaatar . . ." she said slowly. "When is Ada coming?"
Elrond stared at her with concern in his eyes for a moment, having heard the slight fearfulness in her voice as she asked this question. "I sent messengers to find him early this morning." he answered. "Though I am afraid he will not make it to tonight's festivities, he should be able to arrive by tomorrow."
He watched Armir bite her lower lip, something she only did when she was anxious or hesitant. But before he could inquire what the matter was, she spoke up first.
"Minyaatar . . . please tell me the truth." She paused and took a deep breath. "Do you think Ada will approve of my marriage to Legolas?"
"Oh, my dear." Elrond sighed, gathering his granddaughter into his arms and holding her close. "Is that what has been causing the worry in your heart this whole time?"
Armir nodded. "I do not know why, but I just have the strangest fear that he will not be pleased when he finds out I have bound myself to Legolas without his permission." she whispered. "Am I being foolish for feeling this?"
"No." Elrond said, patting her back gently. "It is reasonable for you to feel anxious, but I can assure you that there is no need for you to fear your father's displeasure. There is no valid cause for him to oppose your union with Legolas, for no elf can make you a more suitable husband than he. Moreover, your bond is one that has been secured by the Valar themselves, and therefore cannot be contested by any earthly force or authority. "
Armir finally smiled. "Legolas told me the exact same things." she remarked softly. "You two must think alike."
Elrond chuckled. "Well, that only further proves his wisdom and suitability for you." he said, then took the young maiden gently by the shoulders. "He is a fine elf, Armir, and he clearly loves you more than anything else in this world. I for one cannot think of any other male I would more willingly relinquish your hand to, and I am quite certain your father will feel the same."
"Thank you, Minyaatar. Your support really means a lot to us." Armir whispered, giving him a warm embrace.
"But there is something else." Elrond went on suddenly. "Glorfindel, Erestor, and I have agreed on this, and with your permission, we wish to make use of tonight's gathering to announce not only your return, but your marriage as well." Then, noting the way Armir's eyes widened at this bit of news, he quickly added, "Only if you wish to, of course."
There was a long silence as Elrond waited patiently to think over this pressing matter. At last, Armir sighed and shook her head.
"Please do not take this to mean that I am ashamed of announcing my marriage to Legolas, for nothing has caused me greater happiness than being made his wife." she said slowly. "I just would like to wait for Ada's return before taking such an important step. I do not wish to cause him disrespect by announcing my marriage to the people of Rivendell even before his blessing has been properly given."
Elrond smiled and nodded, looking proud of his grandchild's prudence. "Wisely said." he praised, "Of course we will respect your wishes. We shall take it one step at a time, then. The news of your return for tonight, and your marriage on another."
He offered his arm to her with a slight bow of his head. "Now if you are ready, my little princess, I believe there are people eagerly waiting to see you and celebrate your return."
* * *
Legolas fiddled with the cuff of his tunic sleeve uneasily as his gaze crossed the enormous hall where the lavish banquet had been set up. The room was filled with elves, all of them dressed in their best gowns and tunics for the special occasion. Sounds of excited talking came from every corner as the people happily exchanged their thoughts about the wonderful tidings they received this morning- that their beloved Lady Armir has been resurrected by the Valar, and they would be getting the chance to see her once again this night.
A sharp poke on his ribs brought Legolas' thoughts back to the presence of Firreon, who was standing beside him as his attendant for the night. He turned his head to look at the grinning face hovering almost annoyingly close to his.
"Will you relax?" Firreon chided gently. "I have not seen you this nervous since I dared you to ask Vetilien to the Spring Social ."
At that, even Legolas had no choice but to chuckle at the memory. He shook his head. "I am not nervous!" he fibbed. "A little impatient maybe . . ."
"That makes the two of us, my friend." Firreon agreed. He craned his neck and took a glance at the huge oaken doors of the banquet hall, where the princess was expected to make her grand entrance. "Judging from all the stories and hearsays I have been picking up from the elves who actually know her or have seen her, your wife seems to be the most beautiful maiden ever seen in Rivendell."
"In all of Middle Earth." Legolas corrected, unable to suppress the lovestruck sigh that escaped his lips at the mere thought of his princess.
Firreon coughed to unsuccessfully conceal his amused laughter. "Well, I suppose it is only fitting." he remarked, slinging a brotherly arm around the prince's shoulders. "After all, only the best will suffice for the most desired bachelor of our kingdom. Or former bachelor, as it is."
Suddenly, the sound of melodious trumpets interrupted their conversation and caused all noise in the hall to come to an abrupt end. Armir was coming.
Legolas felt his heart leap with anticipation as everyone in the room hurried to take a spot along the carpet that ran from the entrance doors to the dais where the three thrones had been arranged. He was about to step forward and join the rest of the excited crowd when suddenly he felt a hand seize his forearm firmly.
He turned and found Lord Glorfindel gazing down him with a benign smile on his face.
"You are her husband." the elf-lord said simply, and began to pull on the Mirkwood elf's arm. "That position deserves respect and distinction."
Before Legolas could make any contestations, Glorfindel pulled him away from the company of Firreon and the rest of the assembly, leading him towards the dais. He gestured to the right-most throne.
"You will wait here."
And with a soft swish of his long robes, the elf-lord briskly walked away, leaving Legolas to stand alone for all to see in his place of prominence.
For a moment, the prince remained frozen on the spot where Glorfindel had practically forced him to stand and stay, too surprised to move. A faint blush swept across his cheeks as some of the elves curiously glanced in his direction and whispered to one another, obviously wondering who he was to Lady Armir to merit a spot on the throne beside those of Lord Elrond and his granddaughter.
"It has not yet been revealed to them that Armir and I are married." Legolas thought. His knees trembled slightly when he realized that Lord Elrond probably intended to use this feast also as the opportunity to make the important announcement to his people, the idea of which made him only more nervous than ever.
At that same moment, the heavy entrance doors swung open. Soft music began to play, and all who were in the room fell in reverent silence.
There were some gasps as two regal figures stepped through the doorway and began to glide down the carpet towards the front of the hall. Legolas himself could not help but suck in his breath with the rest of the delighted and astounded spectators.
Her hand on her grandfather's arm, the lovely maiden mesmerized every heart in the room with the smile she offered to every person in the room. As she passed by the watching elves in her graceful walk, they bowed low to her, many with tears of joy running down their cheeks. Some could only stand still in shock, their faced swathed over with not fear or doubt, but overwhelming happiness at the sight of the young princess.
Legolas felt as though his heart would burst with emotion as he kept his gaze steady on the face of this precious wife. In that one moment, as he watched her greet her kinsmen and observed their reactions towards her, he saw all over again all the things that caused him to fall in deeply love with her. Her grace, her confidence, her courage, her kindness, and the radiant charm of her pure soul. He was, without a doubt, the luckiest elf to have ever lived.
At last, Armir and Elrond's march ended as they reached the dais. Legolas stepped forward immediately to hold out his hand and help Armir climb up the steps.
"You look beautiful." he was all he could manage to say, as he took both her hands when she came to stand before him.
Armir's sapphire eyes shone with an affection that melted him inside. "No more than you do." she murmured, as Legolas slid an arm around her waist and pulled her against him. Both seemed to have completely forgotten that there was still a roomful of inquisitive elves watching their every move. "Amin mela lle (I love you)."
"Amin mela lle." Legolas whispered softly, before leaning in to capture her lips with his own. As he kissed her deeply, he could distantly hear the sounds of some elves reacting to their display of passion. But, for some reason, he no longer cared about what others thought, and it seemed neither did Armir.
Only when Elrond coughed pointedly did the couple pull away from each other. They looked at the elf-lord in sheepish embarrassment, but were met only with an amused smile.
"Later." he chided them gently, and held out his hand to Armir. The maiden obediently drew away from her husband and came to stand beside her grandfather once more. Side by side they faced the sea of smiling faces.
"My brother and sisters." Lord Elrond began with his strong, commanding voice. "Kinsmen and friends. Please join me in welcoming back my granddaughter, the daughter of my son Elladan. Tonight, we celebrate the wonder of her return, and give thanks to the Valar for the grace they have shown her as well as each and every one of us. My people . . . may I present to you your princess-Lady Armir."
Legolas joined in the exuberant applause of the Rivendell elves as Armir gracefully bowed low before them all. Many were unable to restrain themselves and let go of their composure as they burst into shouts of jubilation. Love, respect, and joy were marked in the faces of each and every person in the room, giving proof of just how much the young maiden had been missed and was appreciated in her kingdom.
The Mirkwood prince smiled wanly as Armir glanced back at him briefly, her eyes shining with tears of happiness and relief. He never doubted for a minute the positive reaction his wife would get from her people. It seemed all that was left to be concerned about was the announcement of their marriage, and even that he was now starting to feel very confident about.
He and Armir had been blessed indeed, and they were meant to be together. Nothing was going to stand in their way now.
* * *
"Armir, I would like you to meet Firreon, Captain of my father's Royal Guard as well as one of my dearest friends from home." Legolas said, sweeping his arm in the direction of the elf standing opposite them.
Armir smiled graciously and held out her slender hand to the he-elf she had just been introduced to. "It gives me great pleasure to finally meet you, my Lord." she said with a slight bow of her head.
Firreon shook his head as he brought her hand to his lips. "Nay, the honor is mine, your Highness." he responded sincerely. "I have heard a great deal about you from Legolas, and I see now that his stories had not been exaggerated. You are far more radiant than even his words could describe."
Armir laughed as in the corner of her eye she caught Legolas giving his friend a pointed look. "Oh, considering your prince's remarkable eloquence, I would very much doubt that." she responded lightly, as she slid her hand back where it belonged at Legolas' arm.
Firreon chuckled and nodded vigorously. "Indeed." he said. "And if I may, I want to be the first Mirkwood elf to wish you and your new husband many years of happiness together. We shall be very pleased to welcome you to our kingdom, Princess Armir."
At the mention of this last declaration, Armir felt the smile on her face fade slightly, though she struggled to keep this change unnoticed. She nodded her head graciously. "Thank you my lord." she told him sincerely.
"Please, I would rather you not use titles with me." Firreon protested. "I do not think I would be able to take it if the wife of my dearest friend were to call me Lord. Let it be known from this moment forth, my lady, that I am but your humble servant."
"You are very kind." Armir said with a smile, deeply touched by the ready acceptance of one who had just made her acquaintance. "In that case, I must insist that you also use informal address with me. Being treated so formally by my own husband's best friend would certainly not make me feel very comfortable."
"As you wish." Firreon replied, bowing his head slightly again. When he raised his eyes back up, he caught sight of the impatience that was growing on Legolas' face, and he smiled.
"Now, I suppose it would be best that I leave you two on your own. It seems there is yet much you have to do and talk about." Firreon said, throwing the elf-prince a wink. "I look forward to speaking with you again and getting to know you better, Armir."
"Yes, you too, Firreon!" Armir bade him, as he bowed to the couple one last time before striding away and disappearing quickly into the host of guests milling about the room.
When they were alone again, she turned to Legolas with a face that mocked questioning. "Now why do you suppose he felt he had to rush off like that?" she asked with a hint of teasing in her voice. "You did not by any chance make him feel that he was crowding us, did you Love?"
Legolas groaned in spite of the sheepish smile that crept across his lips. "Well, you cannot really blame me for being selfish, can you?" he said beggingly. "I have hardly been able to speak to you all night. So many people have been trying to get to you that we have so far barely been able to spend any time together."
Armir placed her hands on her hips and threw him a mildly reprimanding look. "I never knew I had married such a jealous husband!" she exclaimed. "Really, Legolas. You cannot expect me to just ignore all the people who have come to see me, can you? They deserve to have some of my time and attention also!"
Legolas hung his head. "You are right. I'm sorry." he mumbled, looking slightly crushed by his beloved's admonition.
Armir abandoned her scolding face and took his face between her hands. "Darling, please do not think I am enjoying not being able to focus my thoughts on you tonight." she told him gently. "If truth be told, I am rather tired, and all this attention is staring to make me uncomfortable. I wish, more than anything, to just be alone with you."
"That can be arranged." Legolas offered eagerly, wrapping an arm around her waist and possessively pulling her closer.
"But I must be fair to my people." Armir interrupted. "They are so happy to see me, and have been good enough to accept and welcome me back even if my return has been all so sudden."
Then, she smiled and dropped her hands to let them fall on his chest, caressing it playfully. "When all the commotion has died down, I promise to give my undivided attention to no one but you." she murmured, tiptoeing slightly to trail feathery kisses along his jaw and down his neck. "And I shall see to it that you receive your just rewards for being so patient."
She suppressed a laugh as she noted effect of her words and teasing actions on Legolas' face. It was the first time that she had ever seen him blush, and it looked utterly adorable.
"Well . . ." Legolas croaked out weakly, then swallowed hard to regain control of his voice. "When you put it that way . . ."
His gaze then drifted to the dance floor where many couples were moving with perfect grace to the sounds of the beautiful Elven music. A smile reappeared on his abashed face and he took both Armir's hands in his, eyes boring into hers earnestly.
"How about just one dance for now?" he asked, throwing her an irresistibly pleading look. "A quick one, before I surrender you back to your throng of admirers, just to tide me over until you can fulfill your promise of solitude for us both."
Armir smiled back, knowing instantly that she could never refuse such a sweet request and a heart melting face. "Well, I suppose one dance cannot hurt much . . ."
A song was just ending as Legolas and Armir approached the dance floor. When the other Elven couples saw the handsome he-elf bring their princess out to the middle of the crowd, they quickly dispersed and moved off the floor. Armir knew this was done as a sign of respect to her and the prince of Mirkwood, but also because they were very eager to watch and further observe the two of them together.
The musicians began to play a romantic waltz, one of Armir's favorites. As Legolas began to lead her around the floor with impressive grace and ease, the princess became vaguely aware of the stares avidly directed at them from all sides, but for once she didn't quite care. She felt rather proud of being seen in the arms of such a fine he-elf, and she wanted her people to see how happy she was being with Legolas. She wanted them to love and appreciate him almost as much as she did. And, judging from the smiles that shone all around the room, she was getting her wish.
She raised her gaze slightly to look into her husband's eyes, wanting to lose herself in those blue depths that made her feel so whole and special. Legolas' thoughts, however, were not quite in tune with hers.
"What is it?" he asked, upon noticing her staring at him so intently. Both his voice and expression seemed rather tense with worry. "Am I doing something wrong? Am I that bad a dancer?"
At this, Armir giggled lightly and shook her head. "Nay, my love." she assured him lovingly. "You are perfect."
The crease on his forehead deepened. "Why then are you staring at me like that?" he mumbled nervously.
Armir smiled and snuggled her face into his chest, closing her eyes contentedly. "I was just thinking about how much I am hopelessly in love with you." she sighed.
She could imagine the smile her words brought to Legolas' face as she felt him rest his chin gently on the top of her head and pull her closer. "You know what?" she heard him whisper in her ear. "So was I."
Armir laughed and then pulled away a little, raising her head to look at him through sparkling eyes. "No, you were too busy worrying about all the eyes staring at us." she admonished. "You cannot lie to me, Mela. I know you too well."
Legolas grinned and shrugged. "All right, so you caught me." he admitted. "I cannot help it. I have never been comfortable with being the center of attention."
He then paused, as if recalling something. "Which reminds me." he said slowly. "The evening is getting late. When do you suppose does your grandfather plan to make the big announcement?"
The smile faded quickly from Armir's face as she stared at Legolas blankly "What announcement?"
Legolas' face likewise fell at the sight of her confusion. "About our marriage, of course." he replied. Noting the adverse look that remained on the maiden's face, uneasiness began to grow on his. "I just thought that Lord Elrond meant to take advantage of this occasion to share the news of our union to your people."
Armir suddenly looked uncomfortable, and she drew her eyes away from contact with his. "He did consider that idea." she said softly. "But I asked him not to push through with it."
"Why not?" Legolas inquired. He was trying to keep his voice light, but the growing hurt Armir heard in his tone and saw on his face crushed her heart. How could she not have considered this reaction before?
"I . . . I just thought it would better if we waited for my father to return before we told everyone about it." she struggled to explain hastily. "After all, I believe we owe him at least that much respect. He deserves to be informed first before we bring out the news to all the people. It . . . it just does not feel right for him to be the last to know."
Legolas gazed at her silently for a moment, his sapphire eyes clouded over and therefore unreadable. "All right." he finally said, though Armir could clearly sense that his assent was not quite sincere. "You should know, however, that have told all my men about the news. I am sorry, I was not aware you really wished to keep it secret. It is just that . . . it was news that made me so happy that it was too difficult for me to keep all to myself."
Armir could only stare back at him speechlessly, overridden with guilt at what she was hearing and seeing. Legolas, on the other hand, turned his gaze away and avoided eye contact with her. Thankfully, the music finally came to a stop, and so did their dance.
They heard enthusiastic applause sound all around them, but both were too dazed to really acknowledge it . It was only when the applause ceased and a stillness followed that they were drawn out of their distressed trances. Armir turned around and saw the reason why the people fell into respectful silence.
Lord Elrond smiled and bowed to her before reaching out with his hand. "May I have the next dance, my Lady?" he asked kindly. He then turned his gaze to Legolas and addressed him with similar respect. "With your permission, of course."
"Certainly, my Lord." Came the prince's ready reply.
Armir turned towards her husband immediately and opened her mouth to speak, but no words could come out in time. Her gaze managed to catch Legolas' for a brief moment before he turned away and strolled back to the sidelines and melted into the crowd from sight.
Armir's heart sank, making her feel the worst she had that entire day. She had hurt him. There he was, so eager to announce the news of their marriage to the world, while she was trying to hard to hide it. What was she so afraid of anyway? Why couldn't she find in herself the same enthusiasm to present Legolas as he husband to her people?
"Armir?"
She had been so caught up in her thoughts that she didn't even notice that she and her grandfather had already begun to dance, still with everyone watching. Elrond was gazing down at her with concern in his eyes.
He sighed and gently squeezed that small hand that was wrapped up in his own. "What is it that troubles you now?' he asked her, sounding somewhat disappointed. "I had hoped there would be nothing but joy for you this night, but the look on your face tells me otherwise."
But his words were lost on the young princess as she had been mulling over other thoughts in her head. When at last she returned her attention to her grandfather, the first words that came from her mouth caught him by surprise.
"I wish to let the people know about my marriage to Legolas." Her voice came out clear and strong, and, to her own astonishment, no longer with any trace of hesitation.
Taken aback by this sudden declaration, Elrond stared down at the elf- maiden with rapt interest. "What?" he said softly, looking slightly confused but at the same time amused. "What caused this change of heart?"
Armir sighed and shook her head slowly. "I just realized how foolish my thoughts and decisions have been lately." she murmured. "I have not been fair to my husband, while he on the other hand has been nothing but wonderful and supportive to me."
Her gaze hardened faintly with determination. "It is time the people are told the truth of how deeply we are in love with each other." she said firmly. "I want them to know how much I care about Legolas, and just how much he means to me."
Elrond nodded sympathetically, eyes filling with complete understanding. "Very well." he said. "Since you seem to be so sure . . ."
"I am." Armir assured him with a grateful smile. "Thank you, Minyaatar."
A rush of surprised murmurs ran through the mass of spectators as Elrond and Armir ended their dance abruptly, even before the musicians had finished their song. As her grandfather walked over to speak with Erestor, who was standing by the dais at the front of the hall, Armir moved in the direction of the crowd in search of her husband. It did not take he much effort to locate him, since he came out of the throng upon realizing that there was something going on.
His gaze was concerned as he spotted the princess hastily making her way towards him. "Armir." he began, coming forward to meet her. "Is there something wrong? What is--- "
He was cut off when his wife suddenly wrapped her gentle hands around his neck and pulled him down to her, capturing his lips and effectively silencing him. In spite of his shock at these unexpected actions however, Legolas responded as she had hoped and returned her kiss with a tender passion that never failed to weaken her all over.
They were breathless by the time they parted, eager for more but restrained by the presence of the gawking audience surrounding them.
Legolas' eyes shone with desire as he leaned his forehead against Armir's, his chest heaving visibly. "Have you any idea how you drive me mad whenever you do that?" he muttered into her ear, giving its pointed tip a seductive nibble.
Armir smiled, relieved that all his earlier displeasure towards her seemed to have completely vanished. Without replying to his question, she turned her gaze towards the dais, where she saw that Lord Elrond was already waiting for them.
"Come." she told Legolas, taking his hand and beginning to lead him towards the front of the banquet hall. Though the prince was obviously bewildered by this, he said nothing and instead followed willingly.
Trumpets blew to call the attention of the people as Legolas and Armir climbed up the dais steps to rejoin the Lord of Rivendell. As silence enveloped the ballroom once more, Elrond cleared his throat and began to make his announcement.
"My friends, brothers and sisters. With the consent of Lady Armir of Rivendell and Prince Legolas Thranduilion of the Woodland Realm, it gives me great pleasure to share with you one more bit of glad tidings on this wonderful evening."
The elf lord paused and smile pleasantly at the sea of attentive faces all around him.
"As many of you know, for quite some years now I have been looking for a suitable consort to take care of my granddaughter, our beloved little princess." he told them. "That search has finally come to an end, for the Valar took it upon themselves to bring to Armir the rightful elf with whom she will share her soul and her immortal life. By the grace of Eru and the hand of Nienna they have been bound as one, and so with my sincere blessing do I give my granddaughter to her new husband. Prince Legolas Thranduilion."
Thunderous applause and cheers filled every corner of the room as the people of Rivendell sounded their wholehearted approval to this revelation. Armir felt tears of joy come to her eyes as her heart filled with affection for her kinsmen. It was clear that they were not surprised by the news of her union with the Mirkwood prince, but not even she expected that they would be so receptive to her marrying an outsider without prior notice. Their faith in her was strong, and they really just wished for her to be happy.
She turned her head to look at the he-elf standing beside her, and smiled upon seeing the vivid happiness on his face that matched hers. But, to her amusement, he looked terrified at the same time, greatly uncomfortable under all the attention every elf in the packed room was giving him. When he caught sight of Armir looking his way, he grinned shakily and leaned close to whisper to her.
"What do I do now?" he asked nervously. "Am I supposed to bow? Or wave?"
Armir smiled and shook her head. She took his arms and wrapped them around her waist before circling her own around his neck.
"Does not kissing me sound like a better idea?" she said coyly, burying her fingers in his hair and massaging the back of his head enticingly.
At this invitation, Legolas gave her a smile that caused her insides to tremble with excitement. "I was wondering if you were ever going to ask." he whispered, before kissing her deeply amidst the delighted cheers of the Rivendell well-wishers.
* * *
It was past midnight when at last the House of Lord Elrond settled into peaceful silence once more. The grand celebration, which had lasted well into the night, had finally ended and the Rivendell elves, all satisfied with their fill of the festivities, retired to their respective homes, exhausted but immensely happy.
Armir yawned and laid her head sleepily against Legolas' shoulder as the two of them walked arm in arm down the long, dark, deserted hall that led to her bedroom. Today felt like it had been the longest day of her life, but the happiest one was well. Though she was tired, she knew that after all the excitement she would have quite some difficulty in falling asleep tonight.
Neither of them said a word as they approached Armir's chambers. It was only when they finally reached her doors did they realize that they had a problem to face- how to part for the night.
Or, whether they even should.
As they came to a stop at the entrance to her room and faced each other, Armir bit on her lip uneasily, keeping her gaze on the ground. She did not know why she was so embarrassed, but somehow she just could not bring herself to look at Legolas in the eye. It was certainly not her will to part herself from him, even just for the night, but she had no idea of how to express this wish to him. Would he think her too brazen? Perhaps he would end up becoming disgusted by her forwardness and lose all respect for her.
But was it not her right to have Legolas share her bed for the night? He was her husband now, after all. No longer did modesty require them to hold themselves back from certain intimacies, for by virtue of marriage they were now one body. But even if she knew this was so, why could she not even muster up the courage to invite him inside her room to stay with her for the night? This was all just so dreadfully awkward!
"Armir?"
At the sound of Legolas' gentle voice calling her, she jerked her head up with a start, her cheeks turning scarlet with embarrassment. She realized then that she must have been standing there dumbly for quite some time now, with Legolas just staring and waiting for her to say something. Suddenly, she felt even more foolish than ever.
Her husband, on the other hand, did not seem to think there was anything wrong. He spared Armir the trouble of stringing her words together by speaking first.
"Well, I suppose I should get back to Firreon and the rest of my kinsmen." he said slowly, taking her small hands and encasing them in his large ones. "They must be wondering where I have gone off to again."
Surprise struck Armir when she heard this casual statement, followed by growing twinges of hurt. Didn't Legolas WANT to spend the night with her as she badly did? Was she the only one who thought they have gained the right to sleep together? Perhaps she really was being an audacious maiden.
But as she gathered up her will to look up and meet his eyes, she was startled by the strange gleam she saw in his gaze. It was, quite unmistakably, an expression of smoldering desire. A hunger that was obviously taking him great effort to conceal. But why? Why was he refusing to act on an instinct that obviously felt so right for the both of them?
Unfortunately, Legolas did not give her an opportunity to articulate these pressing questions. Snaking an arm around her waist, she pulled her close to him and firmly pressed his mouth on hers in a slow but brief kiss. Armir felt his arms tremble slightly as he seemingly forced himself to release her and take a step back.
"Good night, my princess." he said softly, giving her a smile that was tender but looked strangely tense. "Sleep well, and I shall see you tomorrow."
IN spite of the sharp stab of disappointment in her, Armir managed to smile back weakly and nod. "Good night, Legolas."
She turned around quickly before Legolas could see the first tear that slid down her face. Grabbing a hold of the door handle, she pushed against the heavy wood, vaguely aware of Legolas' keen stare boring into her back. She entered the sanctuary of her bedroom without so much a glance behind her, and shut the door just as hastily as she had opened it.
* * *
For a full minute Legolas stood frozen in place, staring silently at the door Armir had gone through and closed on his face. He inhaled deeply, trying to calm down the despair swelling painfully in his chest. What had he just done?!
He had not considered earlier what he would do once he had brought Armir back to her room, and now he was paying dearly the price for his lack of foresight and preparation. How could he have not planned or at least thought of how they would go about their first night as a wedded couple?! They were husband and wife for pity's sake! It was ridiculous for them to be sleeping in separate beds, much less separate rooms!
It was fear and uncertainty that had held him back from sweeping Armir off her feet and carrying her into the room himself. Eru knew that he longed for nothing more than to spend the night with his beloved, but there were insecurities haunting his mind that simply got in the way. Their wedding had not been a conventional one. Their exchange of vows had been done in the most ethereal setting, making it seem almost as if it had all been just a fantastic dream. It still seemed to good to be true that Armir was now his wife, his maiden, and chastity no longer required him to set respectful limits in his relationship with her.
Legolas frowned as she stared darkly at the heavy doors that separated him from what he desired most in the world. Another reason why he hesitated in taking what he wanted from his wife was the fear of offending her. He certainly did not want to make her feel that he had violated her in any way, demanding intimacy so boldly just like that. He had greatly hoped that Armir would just invite him in and spare him the problem of trying to politely do it himself. Now he realized how stupid he had been in expecting such a bold act from one so young and innocent.
But did that mean that he should have been the bold one? Was he supposed to have asked to let inside her room and into her bed? Should he have simply let his passion take control and claimed what he wanted by force, praying instead that Armir would end up wanting the same things he did? Would that not have been counted as ravishment, a heinous act he considered the most horrendous any person can ever commit against another?
The elf prince groaned softly and shook his head in frustration. Who would have known how much trouble his inexperience with maidens would eventually cause him?
He sighed and ran an anxious hand through his hair, wondering what could be the best thing for him to do next. Was it still possible for him to rectify his earlier cowardice by knocking on her door?
It is too late. Just walk away, a voice at the back of his head berated him. There would always be tomorrow night, and many others ahead. Patience is virtue.
But all Legolas could do was glare sullenly at the dark hallway that would lead him away from Armir's bedroom to another place where could retire for the night. He managed a few steps down the passage, but after that his feet refused to bring him any further. He felt absolutely no willingness to leave Armir. If he had to be content with standing outside her closed door, then so be it.
He leaned his back against the wall just beside the entrance to the princess' room and shut his eyes desolately, wondering if his wife was feeling ay sadness at their being forced apart for yet another night. What must she be thinking about him now?
* * *
Armir sniffed quietly and leaned her head back slowly against the wood pressing behind her. Long minutes had passed by, and still she hand not moved an inch away from the door since she stepped through it. Suddenly, all her earlier weariness was gone, replaced by depression, and she knew now for sure that she would never be able to get any sleep tonight. Not without the comfort of having Legolas beside her.
"I should never have let him leave." the young maiden thought sadly. "Curse my thoughtless pride! I should have just asked him to come inside and left it at that. Any reaction of his could not have possibly made me any more miserable than I feel right now."
Wiping away the tears flowing down her cheeks with an impatient gesture, Armir gathered up her never to make a decision. Turning around to face the door once more, she gripped her hand tightly against the brass handle and gave it a swift yank.
A loud gasp escaped her lips as she collided heavily against a tall shadow that stood directly at the entrance to her bedroom. As she stumbled backward, a strong hand caught her arm to prevent her fall. Armir recognized the touch of these gentle fingers instantly.
"Legolas?" she whispered, staring up at the figure looming before her, slowly beginning to perceive his handsome face through the darkness. There was confusion upon his fair features, but surprisingly a great deal of nervousness as well.
"Wh-what are you still doing here?" Armir asked in sincere bewilderment.
There was a long silence before he replied, during which Armir involuntarily held her breath, he heart beginning to beat rapidly with restless hope.
"Forgive me." Legolas finally muttered, his voice sounding oddly rigid. "I just . . . I just could not . . . I did not want to leave you." He paused and took a deep breath, his expression slipping into anguished fear. "I am too afraid that this might all turn out to be just another dream, and when I wake up from my sleep I would lose you again."
Armir could not prevent the tears that began to run from her eyes as she listened to this confession. All of a sudden she understood why Legolas had acted the way he did, and her heart ached with overflowing affection for him.
She closed the distance between them in one step and wrapped her arms around his waist, burying her face into his chest.
"You will never lose me again, Legolas." she whispered, gaining confidence from the way his protective embrace felt around her. "I promise I will never leave you, and I will always love you."
She felt Legolas' fingers tilt her chin up gently to make their gazes meet. His eyes, radiant with emotions, never ceased their stare into hers as he touched her cheek, wiping away her tears with a quivering thumb.
Armir closed her eyes and slid her hands to the back of his neck as Legolas leaned in to kiss her. Slowly and ever so softly his mouth caressed hers, showing her his care and longing for this moment. When his tongue stroked her lips, gently urging them apart, she welcomed his request and opened her mouth. Their tongues battled eagerly as they both yearned to prove their passion for each other.
His hands started to roam urgently as their kiss intensified and their fervor mounted. She could not help but moan with pleasure when his hands proceeded to touch her in places he never dared consider before, and at once she knew that he was ready to finally claim his right.
Just as she was more that ready to give it to him.
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Armir's soft moans against his mouth harshly called Legolas' senses back to him. A warning flashed in his head as he caught hold of himself and realized how far he was allowing his ardor to take over him. After a huge struggle to constrain himself, he hauled his hands away from their exploration of Armir's curves and began to draw his lips from their kiss.
"No." Armir whispered at once, her grip on his shoulders tightening in objection.
Legolas shivered as she urged him back to her, catching his bottom lip lightly between her teeth. He allowed himself to lose restraint for a few moments as he kissed her back fiercely, refusing to break way until she did in order to take in needed air.
"Armir . . . wait . . ." he whispered pleadingly, fighting to stay in control as she began to lavish his neck with leisurely kisses. Heat was rushing all over him so intensely and rapidly he was staring to fear it. Never had he imagined he could feel so much burning desire for a maiden, even for one so attractive as Armir.
"It is too fast." Legolas thought anxiously, his mind reeling as he tried to think of what he should do. It was not until Armir suddenly stopped nuzzling his neck that he realized that he had unconsciously spoken his thought out loud.
Even in the darkness of the unlit hall Legolas could see his wife's face redden in utter humiliation. A look of pure horror and shame overshadowed her expression as she withdrew from him abruptly and began to back away.
"I . . . I am so sorry." she stammered faintly, seeming absolutely aghast by what she just realized she had been so boldly doing to him. Tears spilled from her cobalt eyes once more. "I . . . I did not mean to offend you. I do not know what . . . I thought you . . ."
She choked on her words and at last shook her head in defeat. "Please forgive me!" she blurted out in a sob, before spinning around and making a desperate motion to retreat back into her bedroom.
Legolas seized her forearm as her hand gripped the door handle. "Why do you leave now?" he asked in concern and confusion. "I do not understand. Do you not want this?"
He watched her slender shoulders tremble as uncontrollable sobs shook her fragile form. He slid his hand down her arm to enclose her fingers and squeeze them kindly.
"I am sorry for what I said." he murmured. "It is just that . . . I am confused, and thus afraid. Please. Just tell me what it is that you wish to happen."
After a long and agonizing pause, the young maiden turned around slowly. She still trembled, but in her courage she stared straight into Legolas' eyes as she gave her answer.
"I wish for nothing more than your happiness, Legolas." she told him softly. "I . . . I am sorry. I thought this would please you. I . . . I just wanted to please you. But if it turns out that I am not to your liking, I ask only that you pardon my impetuousness. I will not do it again."
"Oh, Armir." Legolas whispered, taking her weeping face and cradling it between his soothing hands. "If only you knew just how much I do want you. I keep away only because I fear disrespecting you. I do not wish to force you into giving yourself to me when you are not truly ready for it yet."
Armir took his hands from her cheeks and held them tenderly. "You have patiently held yourself back for so long in respect of my innocence." she murmured, her eyes lowering humbly. "But now, our love has been secured by the bond of marriage. I am your wife, Legolas, and I understand that this comes with certain duties. Please do not hesitate to take from me what you will, because I love you, and would give everything I could possibly offer to please you."
Legolas felt his heart stop beating as he watched her face while she said this. So clearly could he see her devotion, he sincere determination to make him happy.
As all thoughts flew from his head he pulled at her hand, and she allowed herself to be taken back into him quite obligingly. They began to kiss, softly at first, as though requesting for consent before going further. Feeling the mutual passion in each other's caresses, they finally permitted all barriers to come down and apprehensions to slip away.
Legolas sensed his insides shudder with excitement as Armir sighed into their heated kiss, her fragrant breath mingling with his. Never had her lips tasted any sweeter than they did now, and he proved this by ravishing her soft mouth with utmost zeal.
Armir clasped her fingers gently at his hair and whimpered as he kissed a furious trail down the side of her neck and across her throat. His hands stoked between her shoulder blades, left bare by her dress, causing her to shiver. She pressed herself closer to him and tilted her head gracefully to the side, and he readily accepted this invitation to better explore the curves of her elegant neck
Minutes later, he sensed her knees buckle and she stumbled feebly against him, finally succumbing to the escalating weakness his petting was causing her. He immediately gripped her small waist firmly with both hands to help hold her up. He retracted and leaned his forehead onto hers, panting hard as he took a moment to reclaim his breath.
During this pause, Armir smiled up at him apologetically, and he chuckled. He brushed back a lock of her long hair, which he had mussed up considerably, and tucked it tenderly behind her ear.
"Perhaps it would be better if we continued this in a more comfortable setting." he whispered huskily, a hint of a satisfied smirk crossing his lips as he took in the sight of her disheveled state, swollen lips, and dreamily entranced expression. "I do not wish for you to hurt yourself."
Armir grinned back. "Such a braggart." she retorted, sliding a teasing finger down the center of his chest. At her touch Legolas looked down with a start, and realized only then that she had been furtively unfastening the ties of his tunic, leaving his torso already half-exposed.
He chuckled to himself in amusement. Maybe his young wife was not as innocent as he had always thought, after all.
"What are we waiting for then?"
In one fluid movement he had lifted her from the ground with ease, cradling her like a helpless infant in his protective arms. Armir's reaction was to obligingly fit her smaller form into his, nuzzling her face into his chest and causing him to growl with sudden impatience.
Holding her very carefully as though she were the most fragile and important treasure in the world, Legolas nudged the heavy door open with his knee and swiftly carried his wife into the shadows of the bedroom, pausing only to ascertain that the door was securely bolted behind him, ensuring their separation from the rest of the world. At least for that night.
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COMING UP . . . CHAPTER 5 - FATHER
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