A/N: Thanks to all for reviewing! Here's a slightly steamy chapter, enjoy!
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Misconceptions
Part of the morning was spent walking about the area surrounding Helm's Deep. ". . . they went down from the broken gate, and passed the mounds of the fallen on the greensward beside the road, until they stood on Helm's Dike and looked into the Coomb. The Death Down already stood there, black and stony, and the great trampling and scoring of grass by the Huorns could be plainly seen. The Dunlendings and many men of the garrison of the Burg were at work on the Dike or in the fields and about the battered walls behind; yet all seemed strangely quiet: a weary valley resting behind; yet all seemed strangely quiet: a weary valley resting after a great storm. Soon they turned back and went to the midday meal in the hall of the Burg."
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Elwen stood on the remnants of the Deeping Wall. A fresh breeze rose to greet her, pulling her flaxen hair back in tendrils. Suddenly, Elwen felt a strong pair of arms wrap around her waist from behind. She smiled and closed her eyes as she stroked the hand the rested near her stomach.
Legolas come out of the Burg, Aragorn wished to have a consul with King Théoden and Gimli was still eating. Legolas had to escape the stuffy air. He breathed in the fresh draft that met him as up the steps to the King's Lookout point. His blue eyes traveled about the fortress until they came to rest on Elwen, who was standing at the Deeping Wall. She stood profile from his point-of-view. Legolas sighed in contentment as he watched the wind lift her hair. Visions of ages to come came to his mind. He and Elwen in Mirkwood . . . a single band of mithril on both their fingers as they laid together on a bed known as 'their own' . . . two newborn elflings being held in Elwen's arms . . .
The sight of Elrohir putting his arms around Elwen's waist suddenly interrupted Legolas's vision. Much as Legolas was fond of Elrohir, the times when he did still elleths away was ages ago and what he had felt for those elleths was nothing compared to what he felt for Elwen.
If he had been just a mere Prince-ling like he had been when he visited Rivendell, he would have challenged Elrohir to battle. But, that was then, this was now, an Age later.
Legolas' heart plummeted when he saw Elwen smile and rub his hand. "In so little a time," He thought, jumping to the worst conclusions, "she has chosen him over me." By the love he beared for her, he would respect her decision and wish her much joy.
The wind that had been blowing comfortably before, suddenly gave him a chill, and for the first time in his life he shivered with the cold.
*~*~*~*~*
Elwen reached up to stroke the Prince's face. But, her eyes snapped open when she touched it. It was not Legolas! She broke free of the elf's grasp and whirled about.
"Elrohir!" She was so surprised and upset she threw away the formalities and did not address him properly as 'my lord.'
"Hello," he said, waving uncertainly, "who did you think it was?"
"Legolas!"
Elrohir's brows drew together. "Legolas? Are you receiving attentions from him?"
"Yes!" Elwen cried vehemently. "He loves me, as a matter of fact!"
"Oh?" Elrohir said crossing his arms and raising an eyebrow. "He has told you that, has he?"
"Yes, he has."
Elrohir looked startled and he uncrossed his arms. "Oh," he said softly, looking very sheepish. "By Elbereth! If I had known that I would never have tried to woo you in the first place! In our youth Legolas and I would have boyish feuds over elleths, which I always ended up coming out the victor. The one's that were interested in him just eventually wandered over to me, probably because I was more interesting."
"You're ego is absolutely colossal."*
"I know," Elrohir smiled rakishly, then became serious, "once again my most sincerest apologies, had I known. . ." he took her hand and chastely kissed it.
"Well," he said when he rose, "it was about time Legolas won."
Elrohir bowed then turned from Elwen and left. "Now, only if I had a maiden of my own," he thought as he departed.
Elwen stood there wondering why after that encounter she felt unsettled. She sensed that something terrible was happening. For some reason she felt an urgent need to find Legolas, and soon!
*~*~*~*~*
Elwen found Legolas in one of the Hornburg's chambers. He was stretched out on the bed, looking unsettlingly pale. A fog came out of his mouth as he took shallow breaths. It was as if he were standing on a high, snowy mountain-top, instead of lying in a warm bed.
"Legolas, meleth nín!" Elwen collapsed by his side as a bolt of fear struck through her.
"Legolas, lasto beth nîn, tolo dan nan galad!"
The Prince of Mirkwood slowly opened his eyes.
"Elwen?" His face brightened then fell, "May I wish thee joy on your choice of giving your love to Elrohir, may the love you both bear shine out like a beacon."
It then dawned on Elwen that he must have seen Elrohir embrace her and left in despair before he could see her tear away from the dark-haired elf's embrace.
"Legolas," Elwen's voice became stern, "Elrohir and I are not in love. You silly elf, I thought it was you there with me on the Deeping Wall.
"You did?"
"Yes," she said softly, climbing up onto the bed to sit next to him. "When I told you that I loved you, I meant it."
"As did I," Legolas said, his voice growing steadier as color came back to him. Elwen almost cried with joy as she saw his eyes regain their light. She then laughed.
Legolas took in a deep breath and closed his eyes, basking in the warmth that coursed through him at the sound of her laughter. Regaining much of his strength, he sat up and kissed her.
When they parted, Elwen touched her forehead to his. "I'm surprised you did not rush onto the Wall brandishing your long knives to challenge him."
"I have to admit that the thought did cross my mind a few times."
Elwen sighed and stroked his jaw-line with her finger. "You are so helpless," she said with a soft, yet impish, grin.
"Oh, really?" Legolas challenged with a raised eyebrow. Suddenly, with one swift motion, Legolas pinned her to the bed.
"Who's the helpless one now?"
Elwen looked up at him, desire evident in her eyes.
"I am," she replied in a low voice. Then, she reached up and caressed the tip of his ear.
Legolas groaned with pleasure and found the arms that kept his body off of hers weakening. He gulped. "It is unwise to fan a fire that already is burning much too hot."
"I know . . ." Elwen purred, but she did lower her arm, as much as she hated to.
Legolas reluctantly got off her and once he stood he held out his hand to help her off the bed. He didn't let go, though, once she got her footing. He instead drew her close to kiss her. Elwen quickly put a finger to his lips.
"Wait, meleth nín!" She cast a glance toward the bed. "Let us get away from this first."
"That is a good idea," Legolas said with a grin, though he felt a bit of unsurprising regret.
Once out of the Hornburg he immedietly began to kiss her again, not caring that there were a few soldiers walking about and seeing them.
Legolas' lips were soft and warm. Elwen could feel his love for her pulsing though them. His head slid up to the back of her neck and brought her deeper into the kiss. Elwen opened and closed her mouth, lightly pulling at his lips with hers.
She felt Legolas smile and lean more into her.
"Legolas!" Aragorn's voice came from someway off.
The sought after elf reluctantly broke the kiss and sighed. "My friend and future king of Gondor bids me come and I must go."
"Of course," Elwen said, her face full of understanding.
"How I love you . . ." Legolas breathed and leaned in for another kiss.
"LEGOLAS!" Came now Gimli's voice. The two winced as the call reached their sensitive ears.
"Come, hiril nín," Legolas said, stepping away from Elwen and offering her his arm in feigned formality.
Elwen took his arm with a light laugh.
"Lead on, hîr nín."
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Whoa . . . things getting real tempting for these two. I better marry them off fast before they get out of control. ;) Review please!
*I pulled that from the fabulous movie "It Happened One Night"
"mellowyellow36"- I'm glad you love it, here's the update!
"Sawen"- I'm glad you love it too!!
"sweetazzzhoney"- I like your philosophy about flamers! Thanks! I like your pen name, by the way.
"Aragorns-gurl33"- Glad you like it! Here's the update!
"yuhi-thedoerofevildeeds"- I love it when I feel giddy after reading something romantic, so I'm glad that you're feeling giddy over something I wrote! That's a great compliment. I'll try to stay as original as possible.
"little-lost-one"- I'll try not to copy the books so much, I just get carried away when I start quoting Tolkien's awesome writing.
*~*~*~*~*~*
Misconceptions
Part of the morning was spent walking about the area surrounding Helm's Deep. ". . . they went down from the broken gate, and passed the mounds of the fallen on the greensward beside the road, until they stood on Helm's Dike and looked into the Coomb. The Death Down already stood there, black and stony, and the great trampling and scoring of grass by the Huorns could be plainly seen. The Dunlendings and many men of the garrison of the Burg were at work on the Dike or in the fields and about the battered walls behind; yet all seemed strangely quiet: a weary valley resting behind; yet all seemed strangely quiet: a weary valley resting after a great storm. Soon they turned back and went to the midday meal in the hall of the Burg."
*~*~*~*~*~*
Elwen stood on the remnants of the Deeping Wall. A fresh breeze rose to greet her, pulling her flaxen hair back in tendrils. Suddenly, Elwen felt a strong pair of arms wrap around her waist from behind. She smiled and closed her eyes as she stroked the hand the rested near her stomach.
Legolas come out of the Burg, Aragorn wished to have a consul with King Théoden and Gimli was still eating. Legolas had to escape the stuffy air. He breathed in the fresh draft that met him as up the steps to the King's Lookout point. His blue eyes traveled about the fortress until they came to rest on Elwen, who was standing at the Deeping Wall. She stood profile from his point-of-view. Legolas sighed in contentment as he watched the wind lift her hair. Visions of ages to come came to his mind. He and Elwen in Mirkwood . . . a single band of mithril on both their fingers as they laid together on a bed known as 'their own' . . . two newborn elflings being held in Elwen's arms . . .
The sight of Elrohir putting his arms around Elwen's waist suddenly interrupted Legolas's vision. Much as Legolas was fond of Elrohir, the times when he did still elleths away was ages ago and what he had felt for those elleths was nothing compared to what he felt for Elwen.
If he had been just a mere Prince-ling like he had been when he visited Rivendell, he would have challenged Elrohir to battle. But, that was then, this was now, an Age later.
Legolas' heart plummeted when he saw Elwen smile and rub his hand. "In so little a time," He thought, jumping to the worst conclusions, "she has chosen him over me." By the love he beared for her, he would respect her decision and wish her much joy.
The wind that had been blowing comfortably before, suddenly gave him a chill, and for the first time in his life he shivered with the cold.
*~*~*~*~*
Elwen reached up to stroke the Prince's face. But, her eyes snapped open when she touched it. It was not Legolas! She broke free of the elf's grasp and whirled about.
"Elrohir!" She was so surprised and upset she threw away the formalities and did not address him properly as 'my lord.'
"Hello," he said, waving uncertainly, "who did you think it was?"
"Legolas!"
Elrohir's brows drew together. "Legolas? Are you receiving attentions from him?"
"Yes!" Elwen cried vehemently. "He loves me, as a matter of fact!"
"Oh?" Elrohir said crossing his arms and raising an eyebrow. "He has told you that, has he?"
"Yes, he has."
Elrohir looked startled and he uncrossed his arms. "Oh," he said softly, looking very sheepish. "By Elbereth! If I had known that I would never have tried to woo you in the first place! In our youth Legolas and I would have boyish feuds over elleths, which I always ended up coming out the victor. The one's that were interested in him just eventually wandered over to me, probably because I was more interesting."
"You're ego is absolutely colossal."*
"I know," Elrohir smiled rakishly, then became serious, "once again my most sincerest apologies, had I known. . ." he took her hand and chastely kissed it.
"Well," he said when he rose, "it was about time Legolas won."
Elrohir bowed then turned from Elwen and left. "Now, only if I had a maiden of my own," he thought as he departed.
Elwen stood there wondering why after that encounter she felt unsettled. She sensed that something terrible was happening. For some reason she felt an urgent need to find Legolas, and soon!
*~*~*~*~*
Elwen found Legolas in one of the Hornburg's chambers. He was stretched out on the bed, looking unsettlingly pale. A fog came out of his mouth as he took shallow breaths. It was as if he were standing on a high, snowy mountain-top, instead of lying in a warm bed.
"Legolas, meleth nín!" Elwen collapsed by his side as a bolt of fear struck through her.
"Legolas, lasto beth nîn, tolo dan nan galad!"
The Prince of Mirkwood slowly opened his eyes.
"Elwen?" His face brightened then fell, "May I wish thee joy on your choice of giving your love to Elrohir, may the love you both bear shine out like a beacon."
It then dawned on Elwen that he must have seen Elrohir embrace her and left in despair before he could see her tear away from the dark-haired elf's embrace.
"Legolas," Elwen's voice became stern, "Elrohir and I are not in love. You silly elf, I thought it was you there with me on the Deeping Wall.
"You did?"
"Yes," she said softly, climbing up onto the bed to sit next to him. "When I told you that I loved you, I meant it."
"As did I," Legolas said, his voice growing steadier as color came back to him. Elwen almost cried with joy as she saw his eyes regain their light. She then laughed.
Legolas took in a deep breath and closed his eyes, basking in the warmth that coursed through him at the sound of her laughter. Regaining much of his strength, he sat up and kissed her.
When they parted, Elwen touched her forehead to his. "I'm surprised you did not rush onto the Wall brandishing your long knives to challenge him."
"I have to admit that the thought did cross my mind a few times."
Elwen sighed and stroked his jaw-line with her finger. "You are so helpless," she said with a soft, yet impish, grin.
"Oh, really?" Legolas challenged with a raised eyebrow. Suddenly, with one swift motion, Legolas pinned her to the bed.
"Who's the helpless one now?"
Elwen looked up at him, desire evident in her eyes.
"I am," she replied in a low voice. Then, she reached up and caressed the tip of his ear.
Legolas groaned with pleasure and found the arms that kept his body off of hers weakening. He gulped. "It is unwise to fan a fire that already is burning much too hot."
"I know . . ." Elwen purred, but she did lower her arm, as much as she hated to.
Legolas reluctantly got off her and once he stood he held out his hand to help her off the bed. He didn't let go, though, once she got her footing. He instead drew her close to kiss her. Elwen quickly put a finger to his lips.
"Wait, meleth nín!" She cast a glance toward the bed. "Let us get away from this first."
"That is a good idea," Legolas said with a grin, though he felt a bit of unsurprising regret.
Once out of the Hornburg he immedietly began to kiss her again, not caring that there were a few soldiers walking about and seeing them.
Legolas' lips were soft and warm. Elwen could feel his love for her pulsing though them. His head slid up to the back of her neck and brought her deeper into the kiss. Elwen opened and closed her mouth, lightly pulling at his lips with hers.
She felt Legolas smile and lean more into her.
"Legolas!" Aragorn's voice came from someway off.
The sought after elf reluctantly broke the kiss and sighed. "My friend and future king of Gondor bids me come and I must go."
"Of course," Elwen said, her face full of understanding.
"How I love you . . ." Legolas breathed and leaned in for another kiss.
"LEGOLAS!" Came now Gimli's voice. The two winced as the call reached their sensitive ears.
"Come, hiril nín," Legolas said, stepping away from Elwen and offering her his arm in feigned formality.
Elwen took his arm with a light laugh.
"Lead on, hîr nín."
*~*~*~*~*
Whoa . . . things getting real tempting for these two. I better marry them off fast before they get out of control. ;) Review please!
*I pulled that from the fabulous movie "It Happened One Night"