AUTHOR'S NOTE:
It's working! Thanks to all your lovely reviews (A BIG THANK YOU TO ALL!!!) my writer's block has been defeated, and I'm finding it much easier to work on new chapters now! The only problem is that there is a new obstacle: four big exams lined up one after the other next week! *Dum-dum- dum-duuum.* But no worries; I've got it covered. I've fixed my schedule so that I will hopefully be able to update on a weekly basis now.
I am happy with the reactions of the reviewers to the last chapter, and I hope this one will generate as nice compliments! So, here you go, on with the "morning after" sweetness!!!
HAPPY READING!
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A LOVE THAT BINDS
Chapter Five - FATHER
Legolas awoke the next morning to soft lights of dawn streaming through the window curtains, caressing his face, and the sound of Armir's quiet breathing. A sigh of sheer gratification escaped his lips, and he smiled with a happiness that made him feel rather lightheaded.
He gazed upon the womanly form that rested on the bed next to him, looking so beautifully delicate and exposed. Leaning over, he planted a light kiss on her nape and in between her shoulder blades, as it was her back that she had turned to him. He used the arm that was draped around her waist to bring her closer against his chest, desiring to better feel the warmth radiating from her.
Though she was still asleep, Armir somehow managed to sense his affectionate gestures. A blissful murmur came from her mouth and she turned over to face him, nestling her body onto his and fitting her head perfectly against his neck, her nose nuzzling his throat and the top of her head just below his chin.
The elf prince smiled and enfolded her more securely in his arms, wanting to make her feel like she was in the safest place in the world next to him. For a moment, he was startled to notice that she was sleeping with her eyes closed, then realized that this new habit must be a result of her deathlike slumber that had lasted for four months. Somehow it made her look all the more vulnerable, and inflamed in his heart the resolve to protect her with his life, as to make sure that no harm will ever come to her again.
For a long while he continued to stare at her, unmoving, content in just marveling at the loveliness of her sweet face. He ached to steal a kiss from those honeyed lips, but he knew he should not risk waking her yet, as much as he could help it. The previous night had been quite an experience for her, and she needed her rest.
Making love to his young wife had been far more wonderful than he had ever dared imagine it to be. Both their inexperience in such matters did not seem to make a difference, for they responded to each other's passion perfectly using natural skills. It was then that Legolas knew that they had been right in their decision to wait until they were married. He was certain that it was the mutual gift of innocence that they were able to offer each other that made their joining flawlessly enjoyable. He was her first, as she was his, and forevermore will they give themselves to no one else, or ever desire to.
Legolas rested his cheek atop her head and closed his eyes to listen and feel the gentle beating of her heart against his. Never could he imagine sharing this with any other maiden, for no other could possibly make him any happier than his beloved Armir had.
Inspired by the affection and joy flooding his heart, he began to sing softly an Elvish song he had known since he was a child. The pleasing sound of his warm voice flowed to his sleeping wife's ears, lullabying her to a deeper, even more peaceful slumber as he patiently and lovingly watched over her.
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As she wandered down the grassy trail that led her through a great, verdant forest, Armir frowned slightly and ran her gaze carefully around her. This place was beautiful, but unfamiliar. Right then she recognized that she was once again walking through some dream. After months of residing in the paradise of Lorien, experienced she already was at distinguishing what was reality from what was merely a vision in her head.
Distantly she could hear the sound of a voice. It was beautiful, the sound of someone singing in Elvish. She quickened her pace and followed this voice to its source, which turned out to be an elf maiden with deep golden hair. She was settled underneath the shade of a tree, singing softly to herself as she worked on sewing a green, handsomely embroidered tunic.
Curious as to who this stranger was, Armir moved forward to approach her and speak with her. But at the same time, another person arrived, stepping from behind the tree under which the blonde maiden sat. He arrived singing the same song she was, and caught her attention in doing so.
"Legolas!" the fair-haired maiden exclaimed, a bright smile spreading on her lovely face as the elf-prince came to sit beside her.
A strange feeling flickered in Armir's heart as she watched her husband grin back at the maiden and give her a light kiss on the cheek as greeting. What dream was this? What exactly was she witnessing?
"What do you think you are doing here, all by your lonesome?" Legolas chided the she-elf sternly but playfully. "It is never wise to wander about on your own, young lady."
"Young lady!" the maiden exclaimed, glaring at him indignantly. "Might I remind you, your Highness, that I am but six meager years younger than you? Besides, I am perfectly capable of taking care of myself, whether you believe it or not!"
Legolas chuckled, amused by her fiery spirit. "My, quite a mood we are in today, aren't we?" he teased. His curious gaze landed on the tunic that lay on her lap. "What is that you are working on?"
"Nothing!" the maiden said hastily, her eyes widening. She tried to hide her work away from the elf's prying eyes, but he was too quick for her.
"Legolas, stop it!" she wailed in protest, as he seized the tunic and held it up before him.
The prince ignored her furious beatings on his arm and tilted his head, admiring the superb handiwork. "This is marvelous." he remarked with sincere appreciation. "What is it for?"
The maiden finally managed to snatch back the tunic huffily. She lowered her head and mumbled a reply under her breath. "You."
Legolas' eyebrows arched in surprise. "Really?"
"Well, it was supposed to be a surprise for your birthday." the maiden said, looking very cross. "But now you've spoilt it. I may as well give it to you today, as it is almost finished anyhow."
At this, Legolas smiled at the yellow-haired she-elf in a way that caused Armir's heart to sink. He took her hand and gave it an affectionate squeeze.
"You are too good to me, Vetilien." he said softly. "Even when I do not deserve it half the time. Thank you."
Vetilien blushed furiously as he planted a kiss on the back of her fingers, then recovered with a shake of her head. "I just hate it when you do that!"
Legolas laughed. "Liar." He then rose to his feet, hauling her up gently along with him and causing her to drop her things.
"What are you doing?" Vetilien cried immediately, uselessly trying to pull back.
"Tis a beautiful day!" he told her. "I thought we could take advantage of it and go for a ride. Why do you think I went looking for you in the first place?"
"But my sewing . . ."
"You have plenty of other opportunities to finish it." Legolas interrupted. He grinned impishly. "After all, you said it is almost done anyway, right?"
Vetilien tried to glare back at him but failed miserably. "Why do I always let you do this?" she said with a sigh.
"Because you enjoy it, Lirimaer (lovely one), and you know it!" Legolas retorted, giving her nose an affectionate tweak.
Bursting into rowdy laughter, the two elves began to run as Vetilien chased the prince down the forest trail, racing past Armir and leaving her staring after their retreating figures with a heart that had now grown strangely heavy.
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"Good morning, love." a warm voice greeted her as her eyes fluttered open. She blinked to gain focus of her vision, then found herself staring into a pair of blue eyes that made her heart stand still.
Legolas smiled down at her and brushed a gentle hand across her cheek. "It is good you are finally awake." he murmured, before leaning in to tenderly kiss her lips. "Did you sleep well?"
Armir sighed contentedly against his mouth, feeling all the hurt and confusion caused by her strange dream sweep away. She decided to forget about that vision for the meantime, and not allow it to ruin this wonderful moment of her first morning with her husband. Besides, it could have been nothing. Just an irrelevant train of thoughts conjured up by her own insecurities. It made no sense to jump to hasty suspicions or conclusions just because of it.
"Yes." she finally whispered, as Legolas continued to nuzzle his face pleasurably against hers. She closed her eyes again, feeling her spirits lift with happiness.
"Have you been up long?" she asked, when they finally parted their faces. She stared adoringly into his eyes and crept her hand along back of his head and neck to bury her fingers into his soft hair.
"Since dawn." Legolas answered, sighing with satisfaction at her gentle strokes. He returned the favor by sliding his hand up and down her waist to her thigh, causing her to shudder with delight. "It has been a few hours since then."
"That late already?" Armir murmured, utterly distracted by the way his hands were skillfully moving all around her. "Perhaps we should be getting up from bed then."
Legolas' eyes sparkled with mirth. "That is not what you really want, is it?" he asked teasingly. His hands stopped at her derriere, giving it a playful pinch and eliciting a loud gasp.
"You do know me well." she said with a laugh. She arched her body slightly, trying to stretch, only to yawn drowsily after. "I guess we do not have to go anywhere if we do not wish to."
"You are still tired, dearest?" Legolas inquired, momentarily ceasing his petting to gaze at her with concern.
Armir grinned and shook her head. "Not for this." she replied, wrapping her arms around his neck "Last night was amazing, but still requires a continuation, I am afraid."
"We do think alike then." Legolas said cheerfully. He seized her waist and rolled flat on his back suddenly, pulling her to lie on top of him. Armir giggled and placed her hands on his shoulders, propping herself up as she gazed down at him fondly.
"I love you." she murmured, lowering her lips to his for a kiss.
Suddenly, a loud knocking came from the bedroom door, startling her and causing her to jerk back. Legolas closed his eyes and groaned in frustration.
"My lady!" a voice called from outside. "My lady, are you awake yet?"
"It is all right." Armir whispered to Legolas, scrambling off him hurriedly and throwing the blankets aside. "It is just my nana, Elaviel. She is very understanding."
Legolas caught her hand before she could climb out of bed. "Well, in that case. ." He pulled her with one great tug, causing her to fall back to him with a surprised cry. "She should not mind if you just did not answer."
"Legolas!" Armir exclaimed with a strangled laugh, managing to shove him off her after being kissed thoroughly. "At least allow me to tell her!"
"All right." Legolas grumbled, finally releasing his captive. Armir felt his eyes watching her intently as she walked across the room to fetch a robe to cover herself with, and felt her cheeks grow warm. She supposed it would take some time before her comfort and ease with their intimacy would fully develop.
After wrapping herself up in a dressing gown, Armir went to the door and unlocked it. She pulled it open slightly to reveal the face of Elaviel which, to her surprise and disconcertment, looked quite anxious.
"Are you alone, Armir?" was the first question that came from her mouth.
"Nay." Armir responded with a shake of her head, unable to keep from looking embarrassed. "My husband is here with me."
Elaviel shook her head fretfully. "Oh, dear. I thought as much!" she murmured, wringing her hands. "Oh dear, oh dear!"
Armir frowned, not expecting this kind of reaction. "Elaviel, what is it? Is there something wrong?" she asked worriedly. "Surely you do not disapprove. He is my husband after all."
"Do not be silly, child!" Elaviel said, a hint of a smile momentarily breaking through her troubled face. "Of course I expected you to sleep with him! Why else do you think I did not come to you earlier?"
Armir glanced over her shoulder and saw Legolas rising from bed to pull his trousers on. Obviously he had sensed from Elaviel's frantic whispers that there was something amiss.
"It is just that . . . your father has arrived, my lady!"
Armir's head snapped back to look at her handmaiden, eyes widening. "Mani (What)?" she gasped, suddenly feeling an unexpected mixture of excitement and fear rise in her chest. "So soon?"
Elaviel nodded vigorously. "Just a few minutes ago. I rushed here as soon as I heard of it, because I expected this." she said, gesturing in Legolas' direction. "Your grandfather is speaking to him right now, but it is without a doubt that he will be coming here to see you any moment!"
"Then I shall be the one to speak with him."
Armir spun around to face Legolas, who had come up behind her, slipping on his tunic calmly as though there was not a thing in the world to fret about. He looked at Armir reassuringly. "There is no need for you to worry. Like I had promised, I will explain everything to him."
"Do not be ridiculous!" Armir exclaimed frantically. "We cannot break the news to Ada in this manner. If he sees you here . . . with me this way. . . "
Her voice trailed off and she shook her head nervously. "I may not remember much about my father, Legolas, but one of the things I do recall well is that he has a rash temper. If he sees this, he might not even give you an opportunity to say anything!"
"Ooh, she speaks the truth, your Highness!" Elaviel chimed in, still wringing her hands. "We cannot let him see you in her bedroom. He will jump to conclusions for sure!"
Legolas stared back and forth between the two anxious maidens and frowned. "What do you wish for me to do then?" he asked grumpily. "Hide in the closet?"
"No, I think there is still time for you to leave!" Armir said quickly, grabbing his arm. "Please do not be angry, Mela." she begged, seeing the look on his face. "I promise you will get your chance to talk to him. Just not here, not now."
The scowl on her husband's face vanished with this plea. He sighed and nodded. "Very well." he relented. "I will leave and let you speak with him first."
Armir smiled at him gratefully. "Thank you." she whispered, rising on her toes to plant a quick peck on his lips before giving him a little push towards the door. "Now hurry and go! Elaviel will show you the way out."
But just as Legolas was about to follow the handmaiden out into the hall, the elder she-elf suddenly gave a little shriek and pushed him hard back into the room. Armir froze in alarm as she vaguely heard footsteps in the distance growing louder, quickly approaching them.
"He is coming!" Elaviel squeaked, shutting the door behind her. "It is too late to pass that way!"
Thinking quickly, Armir bolted the door. "Do not open it. Stall him for as long as you can." she instructed her handmaiden. "Tell him I am dressing."
Then, grabbing Legolas' hand, she pulled him towards her balcony window.
"This would be so much easier if you just let me speak with him." Legolas protested, as she led him out into a large terrace that faced the house gardens.
Armir shook her head firmly. "I would rather not see you having to face my father's wrath." she told him. "You may be brave enough for such a confrontation, but I am not."
Inside the room, they heard powerful, furious knocking on the door.
"Armir?" Elladan's deep voice was demanding and fear-provoking. "Armir, it is Ada. Open the door!"
"She was just about to step into the bath, my Lord, but now she is dressing!" they overheard Elaviel say. "Please give us a few more minutes."
"I wish to see my daughter now!" was Elladan's impatient roar.
Armir threw Legolas a look that clearly said, "See what I mean?" She leaned over the balcony ledge and peered onto the grass below.
"I have snuck out this way often enough in the past." she whispered. "It should be no problem for you." She gave Legolas' back an urging shove as Elladan continued to pummel the door. "What are you waiting for? Go!"
She was unable to resist when Legolas suddenly grabbed her around the waist and pulled her to him, giving her a fiery kiss that left her gasping for breath when he finally broke off. He nuzzled her cheek one last time before extricating himself from her and climbing onto the ledge. He glanced back to give her a smile before leaping off unhesitatingly.
Armir watched him land on the ground with the graceful ease of a cat and blew him a kiss as he turned around to wave at her. Sighing with relief at their close call, she turned around to go back into her room and meet her father once more.
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Legolas sighed heavily as he watched Armir exit the balcony to return to her room.
"So much for that continuation." he muttered, shaking his head.
He hated being forced to leave like this. He felt as though he was abandoning her, and unfairly laying on her the burden of having to tell Elladan the big news. That should have been his responsibility.
He frowned and stood in place for a while, recalling the fear he had seen on his wife's face at the idea of her father catching him in her room. Of course, he understood how it would be quite shocking for Elladan to witness such a scene he definitely did not expect, but surely after some explaining things would all be sorted out. Armir had acted as though her Ada would slay any man he discovers had dared touch his daughter. That was not Lord Elrond's son as Legolas remembered him from when they last met.
"I am sure this will all work out once Elladan is told." Legolas thought confidently. "We shall get his blessing, and Armir will finally see that there really was nothing to fret about in the first place."
Just then, his senses perceived the sound of footsteps treading the soft grass behind him. Whirling around, he found himself face to face with the Armir's grandfather, who had apparently just come around the house to reach the backyard gardens.
Legolas caught a glimpse of worry on Lord Elrond's face before his gaze beheld the elf-prince standing there, and this expression was quickly replaced with one of relief.
"So you made it out of her room just in time." he said, nodding his head. "Good."
Legolas stared at the elder elf in confusion for a long moment before this remark sunk in. He then realized in horror what a tell-tale mess he must look like. His hair was in hopeless disarray, only the bottom half of his tunic fastenings were secured, and his bootstraps were still unbuckled.
Elrond chuckled upon noticing the embarrassment and guilt on his grandson-in-law's face. "Did you honestly think I would not expect this, my son?" he said, grey eyes sparkling with amusement. "What would have greatly surprised me was if you chose NOT spend the night with her."
Feeling much relieved, Legolas smiled back at the elf-lord in gratitude for his kind understanding.
But the worry returned promptly to Elrond's expression as he raised his eyes to gaze up at the balcony of Armir's room. He closed his eyes with a sigh and shook his head.
"Forgive me, I did not expect that he would be able to arrive home so quickly." he murmured, the troubled look on his face unsettling Legolas. "It seems that we had underestimated his eagerness to see Armir once more."
Legolas' brow furrowed. Was that nervousness he heard in the elf- lord's voice? What problem could there be that would cause Master Elrond himself to become anxious?
When he faced Legolas again, Elrond must have noticed the question marks on the prince's face, for he immediately took him by the arm.
"Come." he said firmly. "There is much we need to talk about. I feel there is great conflict about to arise very soon, and I am not about to leave you on your own, unprepared to face it."
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The daylight of high noon streamed through the open windows of one of the large sitting rooms in the Last Homely House, reflecting upon the jet black hair of a tall he-elf pacing about inside the chamber. Every now and then he would pause in his furious march, only to shake his head crossly and then resume, mumbling incoherently to no one but himself.
What was taking him so long?! So much already did he have to answer for, and on top of it all, he still had the nerve to make him wait like this?!
Elladan ground his teeth, his fists still tightly clenched behind his back, and he struggled to swallow some of his anger. He was going to handle this matter as civilly as he possibly could, though considering the terrible mood he could not seem to pull himself out of, that was not going to be an easy feat.
Upon hearing the news, his first instinct had been to go after Legolas Thranduilion himself, but then he caught a hold of his temper, thought better of it, and instead instructed one of the servants to send the elf- prince to him. If he had permitted himself be the one to do the seeking, it was likely that he could have just walked up to Legolas and given him a good blow on the face, and that may have been the end of everything.
Somehow, Elladan could not even find in his reasoning the ability to reproach himself for his anger. Who could possibly blame him for being upset? When his father's messengers had reached him, bearing the news that Armir has been resurrected by the Valar, and was now alive and well in Rivendell once more, he had wept with overwhelming joy. In all haste did he drop everything to ride back home with Elrohir, his heart bursting with excitement to be reunited with his beloved daughter again.
He had sworn that he would now give up anything, even his life as a Ranger, to devote all his time and energies to Armir, and be the father he should have always been to her. But no sooner had he declared this promise to her earlier, minutes into their joyful reunion, she had taken him completely by surprise by announcing to him news he did not expect.
"Ada, I am married." she had told him, her voice barely more than a whisper, her beautiful eyes staring straight into his, full of innocence and courage. "I have given my heart to Legolas Thranduilion, and yesterday, I bound my soul to his. I am his wife now, and will be forevermore."
Months ago, when he had arrived at Lothlorien in his desire to see Armir and secretly watch over her as she continued her quest with the Fellowship, he had observed that there did indeed seem to be something developing between his child and the prince of Mirkwood. Aware of Legolas' great skill in recognizing and catching spies, he had carefully kept his distance from Armir whenever she was in his company. Thus, he never really did witness any details of their courtship, though it had been confirmed by his grandfather, Lord Celeborn, that Legolas and Armir had indeed become lovers.
For some reason, he then did not mind the news of his young daughter's romance with his old childhood friend, or even give much thought to it. Perhaps he was just so happy to see Armir again as a beautifully grown young lady to care about anything else. Or perhaps he had dismissed her relationship with Legolas as a passing fancy that would never really deepen further into something serious.
He later on found out how wrong he was as he had watched Legolas mourn deeply over Armir's death. It was also then that he had discovered that his daughter and the prince had gotten engaged, but his own grief had prevented him from feeling any resentment at Legolas' proposing without asking for his permission first.
So great was his sorrow at the loss of Armir, in fact, that he was far too numb to even harbor any anger at Legolas for the tragic end of his only child. But he knew-he knew very well that he blamed the Mirkwood prince for not protecting Armir better, and not being able to prevent her death. He did not bother to meet Legolas or speak to him at all at Arwen's wedding, knowing it would be best to not bring up grievances which may only result in unwanted conflicts.
Now, it was his own daughter who was married. Legolas had wedded his little girl without so much the respect of informing him beforehand, much less asking for his approval. Suddenly, all the fury he was supposed to have felt for the elf-prince in the past returned to his heart, multiplied many times over by the additional weight of this new, even greater offense.
Armir had tried to explain that their marriage occurred unplanned and unexpected, that they had been bound by the goddess Nienna herself, and there was no way they could have delayed the Valar's will in that sacred moment. But Elladan did not care. In the stubbornness of his proud heart, it felt as though this defense still did not change a thing of the truth.
Legolas Thranduilion has stolen his daughter away from him.
At that moment, a firm knocking sounded on the door. As it swung open, Elladan turned around instantly, his eyes shooting daggers at the blonde haired elf that stepped through the entrance into the room.
Legolas' face was benign as he bravely faced an ominous looking father-in- law. "You wanted to see me, Elladan?" he asked calmly, coming forward to meet him.
Elladan inhaled sharply, striving not to let all his anger wash out at once and force him to lose control. "Yes, Legolas. Because I believe that you have owe me some explanations." he said slowly and darkly, keeping his tone low to suppress urges to start shouting. "MANY explanations, in fact."
Legolas nodded, retaining the amicable look on his face. Elladan's jaw clenched with tension and annoyance. Why was he not looking even the slightest bit worried or intimidated? Did he not understand or care how serious this is?!
"I had wanted to be the one to tell you. I know it should have been my task." Legolas explained, crossing his arms over his chest and looking apologetic. "But it was Armir's wish to be the one to talk to you first, and I could not deny her that. I am glad however, that I now have my turn to speak with you."
"You would not mind then," Elladan began, his shuddering voice slowly morphing into a roar. "Telling me what you were THINKING in taking my daughter as your wife?"
"I love her." Legolas replied simply and promptly, his voice unwavering and his face completely at ease.
But the serenity with which he spoke these words only stoked Elladan's rash anger.
"Do you have any idea of what you are saying?" he thundered. "You are no more than a hundred years younger than I! You are old enough to be her father!"
Legolas gazed back at him without so much as blinking. "Elladan, you know as well as I do that differences in age rarely count for anything in Elven marriages." he pointed out.
"Armir is but a child!" Elladan exclaimed furiously.
"She is no child." Legolas argued firmly. "She is over thirty years past her coming-of-age. Furthermore, she is mature well beyond her years, and is clearly wise and prudent enough to make her own decisions."
"Why then did she not use this prudence in her decision to suddenly marry you at a whim?" Elladan demanded, tone twisted in sarcasm. "You were equally lacking in discretion, Legolas, when you used your charm to sweep her off her feet, influencing her into neglecting the respect she owes her father. You at least should have known better and taken responsibility for your actions."
Legolas sighed. "Elladan, I know you are upset that I did not ask for your blessing before I courted her and asked for her hand. I apologize for any offense it may have caused you" he said quietly. "Believe me, I wish I could have gone about it the proper way and consulted with you first before doing anything. But given the circumstances we were faced with at the time, there were no means of observing those formalities."
"It was really that difficult for you to just wait until the War was over?" Elladan snapped back sharply. "You could not delay even a little while longer before you claimed her heart for yourself?"
"Yes." Legolas said truthfully. "You must understand, I fell in love with Armir the first moment I laid eyes on her, and I care for her deeply, more than anything in this entire world. I can honestly say that it would have been just impossible for me to hold back my feelings, especially since it was unclear how long exactly the War would last, or whether I would even be able to live through it."
"Given that," Elladan growled through gritted teeth. "It still does not justify the disrespect you committed against me in marrying her without so much as granting me earlier notice!"
Legolas then smiled, which only struck Elladan as a gesture of impudence. "My friend, we were unexpectedly married that way precisely because the Valar gave their utmost blessings to our relationship. Nienna bound us together as soon as we were reunited because she wanted to give us that special gift-the gift of having our love secured directly by the Powers themselves! I thought it would make you happy for us."
Noting the stony look that stubbornly remained on Elladan's face, he sighed. "I am sorry if you feel that way, Elladan. But it will not change anything." he said sadly. "You know well that no one can ever separate what the Valar have joined. Armir and I have been married, and whether you approve of it or not, there is nothing you can do about it now."
These words were clearly all that Elladan could take. As his temper finally snapped his blue eyes flared dangerously with ferocious denial. He took a step closer towards Legolas, throwing his head back and glowering at him.
"Your alleged union to my daughter is nothing without my consent!" he hissed. "I am her father, and by my word, your marriage is invalid! You will not be taking Armir anywhere, because I will that she stay here with me, where she belongs."
His eyes narrowed menacingly. "Away from you."
Upon hearing this cold threat, Legolas reacted at once, his eyes flashing suddenly with retaliating anger. He had lost control of his calculating patience.
"You have not the license to make that decision!" he cried out, raising his voice in outrage he could no longer contain. "She is my spouse, and the mandate of Eru himself is what has bound us to each other. No one has the right to overrule such authority, not even you!"
Torrential rage stormed through Elladan at this insolent come back. He immediately bore down upon the younger elf in a single stride, every nerve in his body compelling him to strike. Luckily, he was able to restrain his arm at the last minute and instead just stood there, closely face to face with his son-in-law, who merely glared back at him with remarkable boldness.
"Do not dare tell me I have no rights to my own daughter!" he shouted furiously. "Heed this well, Legolas. Hence forth I order you to stay away from Armir. Should you even try to come near her again, I myself will make CERTAIN that you are banished from Imladris-permanently."
Having given out this warning, Armir's father turned on his heel and stormed wrathfully out of the room, leaving the prince stunned and unable to do anything to stop him.
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COMING UP . . . CHAPTER 6 - DAUGHTER
ANNOUNCEMENT: Check out my new story-"The Royal Jewel". It's a prequel to "The Sacrifice" about the love story of Elladan and Nurréien, Armir's mother. A must-read for all Armir fans! It'll help you understand and appreciate "A Love That Binds" much better too.esp. the upcoming chapter, where we will find out more about Elladan and why he acts the way he does when it comes to his precious daughter.
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A LOVE THAT BINDS
Chapter Five - FATHER
Legolas awoke the next morning to soft lights of dawn streaming through the window curtains, caressing his face, and the sound of Armir's quiet breathing. A sigh of sheer gratification escaped his lips, and he smiled with a happiness that made him feel rather lightheaded.
He gazed upon the womanly form that rested on the bed next to him, looking so beautifully delicate and exposed. Leaning over, he planted a light kiss on her nape and in between her shoulder blades, as it was her back that she had turned to him. He used the arm that was draped around her waist to bring her closer against his chest, desiring to better feel the warmth radiating from her.
Though she was still asleep, Armir somehow managed to sense his affectionate gestures. A blissful murmur came from her mouth and she turned over to face him, nestling her body onto his and fitting her head perfectly against his neck, her nose nuzzling his throat and the top of her head just below his chin.
The elf prince smiled and enfolded her more securely in his arms, wanting to make her feel like she was in the safest place in the world next to him. For a moment, he was startled to notice that she was sleeping with her eyes closed, then realized that this new habit must be a result of her deathlike slumber that had lasted for four months. Somehow it made her look all the more vulnerable, and inflamed in his heart the resolve to protect her with his life, as to make sure that no harm will ever come to her again.
For a long while he continued to stare at her, unmoving, content in just marveling at the loveliness of her sweet face. He ached to steal a kiss from those honeyed lips, but he knew he should not risk waking her yet, as much as he could help it. The previous night had been quite an experience for her, and she needed her rest.
Making love to his young wife had been far more wonderful than he had ever dared imagine it to be. Both their inexperience in such matters did not seem to make a difference, for they responded to each other's passion perfectly using natural skills. It was then that Legolas knew that they had been right in their decision to wait until they were married. He was certain that it was the mutual gift of innocence that they were able to offer each other that made their joining flawlessly enjoyable. He was her first, as she was his, and forevermore will they give themselves to no one else, or ever desire to.
Legolas rested his cheek atop her head and closed his eyes to listen and feel the gentle beating of her heart against his. Never could he imagine sharing this with any other maiden, for no other could possibly make him any happier than his beloved Armir had.
Inspired by the affection and joy flooding his heart, he began to sing softly an Elvish song he had known since he was a child. The pleasing sound of his warm voice flowed to his sleeping wife's ears, lullabying her to a deeper, even more peaceful slumber as he patiently and lovingly watched over her.
* * *
As she wandered down the grassy trail that led her through a great, verdant forest, Armir frowned slightly and ran her gaze carefully around her. This place was beautiful, but unfamiliar. Right then she recognized that she was once again walking through some dream. After months of residing in the paradise of Lorien, experienced she already was at distinguishing what was reality from what was merely a vision in her head.
Distantly she could hear the sound of a voice. It was beautiful, the sound of someone singing in Elvish. She quickened her pace and followed this voice to its source, which turned out to be an elf maiden with deep golden hair. She was settled underneath the shade of a tree, singing softly to herself as she worked on sewing a green, handsomely embroidered tunic.
Curious as to who this stranger was, Armir moved forward to approach her and speak with her. But at the same time, another person arrived, stepping from behind the tree under which the blonde maiden sat. He arrived singing the same song she was, and caught her attention in doing so.
"Legolas!" the fair-haired maiden exclaimed, a bright smile spreading on her lovely face as the elf-prince came to sit beside her.
A strange feeling flickered in Armir's heart as she watched her husband grin back at the maiden and give her a light kiss on the cheek as greeting. What dream was this? What exactly was she witnessing?
"What do you think you are doing here, all by your lonesome?" Legolas chided the she-elf sternly but playfully. "It is never wise to wander about on your own, young lady."
"Young lady!" the maiden exclaimed, glaring at him indignantly. "Might I remind you, your Highness, that I am but six meager years younger than you? Besides, I am perfectly capable of taking care of myself, whether you believe it or not!"
Legolas chuckled, amused by her fiery spirit. "My, quite a mood we are in today, aren't we?" he teased. His curious gaze landed on the tunic that lay on her lap. "What is that you are working on?"
"Nothing!" the maiden said hastily, her eyes widening. She tried to hide her work away from the elf's prying eyes, but he was too quick for her.
"Legolas, stop it!" she wailed in protest, as he seized the tunic and held it up before him.
The prince ignored her furious beatings on his arm and tilted his head, admiring the superb handiwork. "This is marvelous." he remarked with sincere appreciation. "What is it for?"
The maiden finally managed to snatch back the tunic huffily. She lowered her head and mumbled a reply under her breath. "You."
Legolas' eyebrows arched in surprise. "Really?"
"Well, it was supposed to be a surprise for your birthday." the maiden said, looking very cross. "But now you've spoilt it. I may as well give it to you today, as it is almost finished anyhow."
At this, Legolas smiled at the yellow-haired she-elf in a way that caused Armir's heart to sink. He took her hand and gave it an affectionate squeeze.
"You are too good to me, Vetilien." he said softly. "Even when I do not deserve it half the time. Thank you."
Vetilien blushed furiously as he planted a kiss on the back of her fingers, then recovered with a shake of her head. "I just hate it when you do that!"
Legolas laughed. "Liar." He then rose to his feet, hauling her up gently along with him and causing her to drop her things.
"What are you doing?" Vetilien cried immediately, uselessly trying to pull back.
"Tis a beautiful day!" he told her. "I thought we could take advantage of it and go for a ride. Why do you think I went looking for you in the first place?"
"But my sewing . . ."
"You have plenty of other opportunities to finish it." Legolas interrupted. He grinned impishly. "After all, you said it is almost done anyway, right?"
Vetilien tried to glare back at him but failed miserably. "Why do I always let you do this?" she said with a sigh.
"Because you enjoy it, Lirimaer (lovely one), and you know it!" Legolas retorted, giving her nose an affectionate tweak.
Bursting into rowdy laughter, the two elves began to run as Vetilien chased the prince down the forest trail, racing past Armir and leaving her staring after their retreating figures with a heart that had now grown strangely heavy.
* * *
"Good morning, love." a warm voice greeted her as her eyes fluttered open. She blinked to gain focus of her vision, then found herself staring into a pair of blue eyes that made her heart stand still.
Legolas smiled down at her and brushed a gentle hand across her cheek. "It is good you are finally awake." he murmured, before leaning in to tenderly kiss her lips. "Did you sleep well?"
Armir sighed contentedly against his mouth, feeling all the hurt and confusion caused by her strange dream sweep away. She decided to forget about that vision for the meantime, and not allow it to ruin this wonderful moment of her first morning with her husband. Besides, it could have been nothing. Just an irrelevant train of thoughts conjured up by her own insecurities. It made no sense to jump to hasty suspicions or conclusions just because of it.
"Yes." she finally whispered, as Legolas continued to nuzzle his face pleasurably against hers. She closed her eyes again, feeling her spirits lift with happiness.
"Have you been up long?" she asked, when they finally parted their faces. She stared adoringly into his eyes and crept her hand along back of his head and neck to bury her fingers into his soft hair.
"Since dawn." Legolas answered, sighing with satisfaction at her gentle strokes. He returned the favor by sliding his hand up and down her waist to her thigh, causing her to shudder with delight. "It has been a few hours since then."
"That late already?" Armir murmured, utterly distracted by the way his hands were skillfully moving all around her. "Perhaps we should be getting up from bed then."
Legolas' eyes sparkled with mirth. "That is not what you really want, is it?" he asked teasingly. His hands stopped at her derriere, giving it a playful pinch and eliciting a loud gasp.
"You do know me well." she said with a laugh. She arched her body slightly, trying to stretch, only to yawn drowsily after. "I guess we do not have to go anywhere if we do not wish to."
"You are still tired, dearest?" Legolas inquired, momentarily ceasing his petting to gaze at her with concern.
Armir grinned and shook her head. "Not for this." she replied, wrapping her arms around his neck "Last night was amazing, but still requires a continuation, I am afraid."
"We do think alike then." Legolas said cheerfully. He seized her waist and rolled flat on his back suddenly, pulling her to lie on top of him. Armir giggled and placed her hands on his shoulders, propping herself up as she gazed down at him fondly.
"I love you." she murmured, lowering her lips to his for a kiss.
Suddenly, a loud knocking came from the bedroom door, startling her and causing her to jerk back. Legolas closed his eyes and groaned in frustration.
"My lady!" a voice called from outside. "My lady, are you awake yet?"
"It is all right." Armir whispered to Legolas, scrambling off him hurriedly and throwing the blankets aside. "It is just my nana, Elaviel. She is very understanding."
Legolas caught her hand before she could climb out of bed. "Well, in that case. ." He pulled her with one great tug, causing her to fall back to him with a surprised cry. "She should not mind if you just did not answer."
"Legolas!" Armir exclaimed with a strangled laugh, managing to shove him off her after being kissed thoroughly. "At least allow me to tell her!"
"All right." Legolas grumbled, finally releasing his captive. Armir felt his eyes watching her intently as she walked across the room to fetch a robe to cover herself with, and felt her cheeks grow warm. She supposed it would take some time before her comfort and ease with their intimacy would fully develop.
After wrapping herself up in a dressing gown, Armir went to the door and unlocked it. She pulled it open slightly to reveal the face of Elaviel which, to her surprise and disconcertment, looked quite anxious.
"Are you alone, Armir?" was the first question that came from her mouth.
"Nay." Armir responded with a shake of her head, unable to keep from looking embarrassed. "My husband is here with me."
Elaviel shook her head fretfully. "Oh, dear. I thought as much!" she murmured, wringing her hands. "Oh dear, oh dear!"
Armir frowned, not expecting this kind of reaction. "Elaviel, what is it? Is there something wrong?" she asked worriedly. "Surely you do not disapprove. He is my husband after all."
"Do not be silly, child!" Elaviel said, a hint of a smile momentarily breaking through her troubled face. "Of course I expected you to sleep with him! Why else do you think I did not come to you earlier?"
Armir glanced over her shoulder and saw Legolas rising from bed to pull his trousers on. Obviously he had sensed from Elaviel's frantic whispers that there was something amiss.
"It is just that . . . your father has arrived, my lady!"
Armir's head snapped back to look at her handmaiden, eyes widening. "Mani (What)?" she gasped, suddenly feeling an unexpected mixture of excitement and fear rise in her chest. "So soon?"
Elaviel nodded vigorously. "Just a few minutes ago. I rushed here as soon as I heard of it, because I expected this." she said, gesturing in Legolas' direction. "Your grandfather is speaking to him right now, but it is without a doubt that he will be coming here to see you any moment!"
"Then I shall be the one to speak with him."
Armir spun around to face Legolas, who had come up behind her, slipping on his tunic calmly as though there was not a thing in the world to fret about. He looked at Armir reassuringly. "There is no need for you to worry. Like I had promised, I will explain everything to him."
"Do not be ridiculous!" Armir exclaimed frantically. "We cannot break the news to Ada in this manner. If he sees you here . . . with me this way. . . "
Her voice trailed off and she shook her head nervously. "I may not remember much about my father, Legolas, but one of the things I do recall well is that he has a rash temper. If he sees this, he might not even give you an opportunity to say anything!"
"Ooh, she speaks the truth, your Highness!" Elaviel chimed in, still wringing her hands. "We cannot let him see you in her bedroom. He will jump to conclusions for sure!"
Legolas stared back and forth between the two anxious maidens and frowned. "What do you wish for me to do then?" he asked grumpily. "Hide in the closet?"
"No, I think there is still time for you to leave!" Armir said quickly, grabbing his arm. "Please do not be angry, Mela." she begged, seeing the look on his face. "I promise you will get your chance to talk to him. Just not here, not now."
The scowl on her husband's face vanished with this plea. He sighed and nodded. "Very well." he relented. "I will leave and let you speak with him first."
Armir smiled at him gratefully. "Thank you." she whispered, rising on her toes to plant a quick peck on his lips before giving him a little push towards the door. "Now hurry and go! Elaviel will show you the way out."
But just as Legolas was about to follow the handmaiden out into the hall, the elder she-elf suddenly gave a little shriek and pushed him hard back into the room. Armir froze in alarm as she vaguely heard footsteps in the distance growing louder, quickly approaching them.
"He is coming!" Elaviel squeaked, shutting the door behind her. "It is too late to pass that way!"
Thinking quickly, Armir bolted the door. "Do not open it. Stall him for as long as you can." she instructed her handmaiden. "Tell him I am dressing."
Then, grabbing Legolas' hand, she pulled him towards her balcony window.
"This would be so much easier if you just let me speak with him." Legolas protested, as she led him out into a large terrace that faced the house gardens.
Armir shook her head firmly. "I would rather not see you having to face my father's wrath." she told him. "You may be brave enough for such a confrontation, but I am not."
Inside the room, they heard powerful, furious knocking on the door.
"Armir?" Elladan's deep voice was demanding and fear-provoking. "Armir, it is Ada. Open the door!"
"She was just about to step into the bath, my Lord, but now she is dressing!" they overheard Elaviel say. "Please give us a few more minutes."
"I wish to see my daughter now!" was Elladan's impatient roar.
Armir threw Legolas a look that clearly said, "See what I mean?" She leaned over the balcony ledge and peered onto the grass below.
"I have snuck out this way often enough in the past." she whispered. "It should be no problem for you." She gave Legolas' back an urging shove as Elladan continued to pummel the door. "What are you waiting for? Go!"
She was unable to resist when Legolas suddenly grabbed her around the waist and pulled her to him, giving her a fiery kiss that left her gasping for breath when he finally broke off. He nuzzled her cheek one last time before extricating himself from her and climbing onto the ledge. He glanced back to give her a smile before leaping off unhesitatingly.
Armir watched him land on the ground with the graceful ease of a cat and blew him a kiss as he turned around to wave at her. Sighing with relief at their close call, she turned around to go back into her room and meet her father once more.
* * *
Legolas sighed heavily as he watched Armir exit the balcony to return to her room.
"So much for that continuation." he muttered, shaking his head.
He hated being forced to leave like this. He felt as though he was abandoning her, and unfairly laying on her the burden of having to tell Elladan the big news. That should have been his responsibility.
He frowned and stood in place for a while, recalling the fear he had seen on his wife's face at the idea of her father catching him in her room. Of course, he understood how it would be quite shocking for Elladan to witness such a scene he definitely did not expect, but surely after some explaining things would all be sorted out. Armir had acted as though her Ada would slay any man he discovers had dared touch his daughter. That was not Lord Elrond's son as Legolas remembered him from when they last met.
"I am sure this will all work out once Elladan is told." Legolas thought confidently. "We shall get his blessing, and Armir will finally see that there really was nothing to fret about in the first place."
Just then, his senses perceived the sound of footsteps treading the soft grass behind him. Whirling around, he found himself face to face with the Armir's grandfather, who had apparently just come around the house to reach the backyard gardens.
Legolas caught a glimpse of worry on Lord Elrond's face before his gaze beheld the elf-prince standing there, and this expression was quickly replaced with one of relief.
"So you made it out of her room just in time." he said, nodding his head. "Good."
Legolas stared at the elder elf in confusion for a long moment before this remark sunk in. He then realized in horror what a tell-tale mess he must look like. His hair was in hopeless disarray, only the bottom half of his tunic fastenings were secured, and his bootstraps were still unbuckled.
Elrond chuckled upon noticing the embarrassment and guilt on his grandson-in-law's face. "Did you honestly think I would not expect this, my son?" he said, grey eyes sparkling with amusement. "What would have greatly surprised me was if you chose NOT spend the night with her."
Feeling much relieved, Legolas smiled back at the elf-lord in gratitude for his kind understanding.
But the worry returned promptly to Elrond's expression as he raised his eyes to gaze up at the balcony of Armir's room. He closed his eyes with a sigh and shook his head.
"Forgive me, I did not expect that he would be able to arrive home so quickly." he murmured, the troubled look on his face unsettling Legolas. "It seems that we had underestimated his eagerness to see Armir once more."
Legolas' brow furrowed. Was that nervousness he heard in the elf- lord's voice? What problem could there be that would cause Master Elrond himself to become anxious?
When he faced Legolas again, Elrond must have noticed the question marks on the prince's face, for he immediately took him by the arm.
"Come." he said firmly. "There is much we need to talk about. I feel there is great conflict about to arise very soon, and I am not about to leave you on your own, unprepared to face it."
* * *
The daylight of high noon streamed through the open windows of one of the large sitting rooms in the Last Homely House, reflecting upon the jet black hair of a tall he-elf pacing about inside the chamber. Every now and then he would pause in his furious march, only to shake his head crossly and then resume, mumbling incoherently to no one but himself.
What was taking him so long?! So much already did he have to answer for, and on top of it all, he still had the nerve to make him wait like this?!
Elladan ground his teeth, his fists still tightly clenched behind his back, and he struggled to swallow some of his anger. He was going to handle this matter as civilly as he possibly could, though considering the terrible mood he could not seem to pull himself out of, that was not going to be an easy feat.
Upon hearing the news, his first instinct had been to go after Legolas Thranduilion himself, but then he caught a hold of his temper, thought better of it, and instead instructed one of the servants to send the elf- prince to him. If he had permitted himself be the one to do the seeking, it was likely that he could have just walked up to Legolas and given him a good blow on the face, and that may have been the end of everything.
Somehow, Elladan could not even find in his reasoning the ability to reproach himself for his anger. Who could possibly blame him for being upset? When his father's messengers had reached him, bearing the news that Armir has been resurrected by the Valar, and was now alive and well in Rivendell once more, he had wept with overwhelming joy. In all haste did he drop everything to ride back home with Elrohir, his heart bursting with excitement to be reunited with his beloved daughter again.
He had sworn that he would now give up anything, even his life as a Ranger, to devote all his time and energies to Armir, and be the father he should have always been to her. But no sooner had he declared this promise to her earlier, minutes into their joyful reunion, she had taken him completely by surprise by announcing to him news he did not expect.
"Ada, I am married." she had told him, her voice barely more than a whisper, her beautiful eyes staring straight into his, full of innocence and courage. "I have given my heart to Legolas Thranduilion, and yesterday, I bound my soul to his. I am his wife now, and will be forevermore."
Months ago, when he had arrived at Lothlorien in his desire to see Armir and secretly watch over her as she continued her quest with the Fellowship, he had observed that there did indeed seem to be something developing between his child and the prince of Mirkwood. Aware of Legolas' great skill in recognizing and catching spies, he had carefully kept his distance from Armir whenever she was in his company. Thus, he never really did witness any details of their courtship, though it had been confirmed by his grandfather, Lord Celeborn, that Legolas and Armir had indeed become lovers.
For some reason, he then did not mind the news of his young daughter's romance with his old childhood friend, or even give much thought to it. Perhaps he was just so happy to see Armir again as a beautifully grown young lady to care about anything else. Or perhaps he had dismissed her relationship with Legolas as a passing fancy that would never really deepen further into something serious.
He later on found out how wrong he was as he had watched Legolas mourn deeply over Armir's death. It was also then that he had discovered that his daughter and the prince had gotten engaged, but his own grief had prevented him from feeling any resentment at Legolas' proposing without asking for his permission first.
So great was his sorrow at the loss of Armir, in fact, that he was far too numb to even harbor any anger at Legolas for the tragic end of his only child. But he knew-he knew very well that he blamed the Mirkwood prince for not protecting Armir better, and not being able to prevent her death. He did not bother to meet Legolas or speak to him at all at Arwen's wedding, knowing it would be best to not bring up grievances which may only result in unwanted conflicts.
Now, it was his own daughter who was married. Legolas had wedded his little girl without so much the respect of informing him beforehand, much less asking for his approval. Suddenly, all the fury he was supposed to have felt for the elf-prince in the past returned to his heart, multiplied many times over by the additional weight of this new, even greater offense.
Armir had tried to explain that their marriage occurred unplanned and unexpected, that they had been bound by the goddess Nienna herself, and there was no way they could have delayed the Valar's will in that sacred moment. But Elladan did not care. In the stubbornness of his proud heart, it felt as though this defense still did not change a thing of the truth.
Legolas Thranduilion has stolen his daughter away from him.
At that moment, a firm knocking sounded on the door. As it swung open, Elladan turned around instantly, his eyes shooting daggers at the blonde haired elf that stepped through the entrance into the room.
Legolas' face was benign as he bravely faced an ominous looking father-in- law. "You wanted to see me, Elladan?" he asked calmly, coming forward to meet him.
Elladan inhaled sharply, striving not to let all his anger wash out at once and force him to lose control. "Yes, Legolas. Because I believe that you have owe me some explanations." he said slowly and darkly, keeping his tone low to suppress urges to start shouting. "MANY explanations, in fact."
Legolas nodded, retaining the amicable look on his face. Elladan's jaw clenched with tension and annoyance. Why was he not looking even the slightest bit worried or intimidated? Did he not understand or care how serious this is?!
"I had wanted to be the one to tell you. I know it should have been my task." Legolas explained, crossing his arms over his chest and looking apologetic. "But it was Armir's wish to be the one to talk to you first, and I could not deny her that. I am glad however, that I now have my turn to speak with you."
"You would not mind then," Elladan began, his shuddering voice slowly morphing into a roar. "Telling me what you were THINKING in taking my daughter as your wife?"
"I love her." Legolas replied simply and promptly, his voice unwavering and his face completely at ease.
But the serenity with which he spoke these words only stoked Elladan's rash anger.
"Do you have any idea of what you are saying?" he thundered. "You are no more than a hundred years younger than I! You are old enough to be her father!"
Legolas gazed back at him without so much as blinking. "Elladan, you know as well as I do that differences in age rarely count for anything in Elven marriages." he pointed out.
"Armir is but a child!" Elladan exclaimed furiously.
"She is no child." Legolas argued firmly. "She is over thirty years past her coming-of-age. Furthermore, she is mature well beyond her years, and is clearly wise and prudent enough to make her own decisions."
"Why then did she not use this prudence in her decision to suddenly marry you at a whim?" Elladan demanded, tone twisted in sarcasm. "You were equally lacking in discretion, Legolas, when you used your charm to sweep her off her feet, influencing her into neglecting the respect she owes her father. You at least should have known better and taken responsibility for your actions."
Legolas sighed. "Elladan, I know you are upset that I did not ask for your blessing before I courted her and asked for her hand. I apologize for any offense it may have caused you" he said quietly. "Believe me, I wish I could have gone about it the proper way and consulted with you first before doing anything. But given the circumstances we were faced with at the time, there were no means of observing those formalities."
"It was really that difficult for you to just wait until the War was over?" Elladan snapped back sharply. "You could not delay even a little while longer before you claimed her heart for yourself?"
"Yes." Legolas said truthfully. "You must understand, I fell in love with Armir the first moment I laid eyes on her, and I care for her deeply, more than anything in this entire world. I can honestly say that it would have been just impossible for me to hold back my feelings, especially since it was unclear how long exactly the War would last, or whether I would even be able to live through it."
"Given that," Elladan growled through gritted teeth. "It still does not justify the disrespect you committed against me in marrying her without so much as granting me earlier notice!"
Legolas then smiled, which only struck Elladan as a gesture of impudence. "My friend, we were unexpectedly married that way precisely because the Valar gave their utmost blessings to our relationship. Nienna bound us together as soon as we were reunited because she wanted to give us that special gift-the gift of having our love secured directly by the Powers themselves! I thought it would make you happy for us."
Noting the stony look that stubbornly remained on Elladan's face, he sighed. "I am sorry if you feel that way, Elladan. But it will not change anything." he said sadly. "You know well that no one can ever separate what the Valar have joined. Armir and I have been married, and whether you approve of it or not, there is nothing you can do about it now."
These words were clearly all that Elladan could take. As his temper finally snapped his blue eyes flared dangerously with ferocious denial. He took a step closer towards Legolas, throwing his head back and glowering at him.
"Your alleged union to my daughter is nothing without my consent!" he hissed. "I am her father, and by my word, your marriage is invalid! You will not be taking Armir anywhere, because I will that she stay here with me, where she belongs."
His eyes narrowed menacingly. "Away from you."
Upon hearing this cold threat, Legolas reacted at once, his eyes flashing suddenly with retaliating anger. He had lost control of his calculating patience.
"You have not the license to make that decision!" he cried out, raising his voice in outrage he could no longer contain. "She is my spouse, and the mandate of Eru himself is what has bound us to each other. No one has the right to overrule such authority, not even you!"
Torrential rage stormed through Elladan at this insolent come back. He immediately bore down upon the younger elf in a single stride, every nerve in his body compelling him to strike. Luckily, he was able to restrain his arm at the last minute and instead just stood there, closely face to face with his son-in-law, who merely glared back at him with remarkable boldness.
"Do not dare tell me I have no rights to my own daughter!" he shouted furiously. "Heed this well, Legolas. Hence forth I order you to stay away from Armir. Should you even try to come near her again, I myself will make CERTAIN that you are banished from Imladris-permanently."
Having given out this warning, Armir's father turned on his heel and stormed wrathfully out of the room, leaving the prince stunned and unable to do anything to stop him.
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COMING UP . . . CHAPTER 6 - DAUGHTER
ANNOUNCEMENT: Check out my new story-"The Royal Jewel". It's a prequel to "The Sacrifice" about the love story of Elladan and Nurréien, Armir's mother. A must-read for all Armir fans! It'll help you understand and appreciate "A Love That Binds" much better too.esp. the upcoming chapter, where we will find out more about Elladan and why he acts the way he does when it comes to his precious daughter.
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