A/N: Thanks everyone for your reviews! Sorry again that this took sooooo
darn long to write. I'm still not quite over my writer's block, so it was
hard work getting through the better half of this chapter.
Warning: Extremely mild smut scene here, not really bad enough to change the rating though. I don't know if I'd have the guts to go all the way... ::cough cough:: but I sorta felt that this part would add to the story. Be forewarned.
Do your really need a disclaimer? Is it even remotely possible to confuse my work with Tolkiens? I don't think so!
Chapter Nineteen:
Nora fell onto the bed over Calathi, sobbing and hugging her mistress. Thranduil looked at his son and nodded, and the pale Legolas returned the look and offered a weak smile of gratitude. Then the King left the room with the other servants.
Legolas went to the bed and gently pulled Nora away from the other elf. He was surprised when the servant turned around and began sobbing into his tunic, though he didn't mind. After a few minutes of this, Nora pulled away and apologized. Then she looked up at the Prince and gave a mischievous smile before running into the hall to leave him and his love alone.
Legolas stared down at Calathi, disbelieving that it could be over so soon. She started to stir, and he knelt on the bed and planted a kiss on her brow. At this she fully awoke. "Legolas-"
"Shhhh," he interrupted her. "You need to rest now. I don't want to risk any repercussions after today."
"I want to tell you about the strange dreams I had."
"You can tell me tomorrow, melamin my love. Please, just go to sleep." Legolas pulled the covers closer around her, tucking them in snugly. She smiled, and he turned to leave.
"Wait, Legolas." He faced her again. "Must you go? I'm scared that I'm going to lose you again, the way I did in my horrible nightmare."
He grinned. "Do you want me to stay?" She nodded quickly. "Then of course I will, limraer lovely one. I would never leave you in fear." She smiled gratefully again and he crawled under the covers beside her, wrapping his arms around her and pulling her close. She snuggled closer to him, glad to feel such a strong body behind her.
Legolas kissed her hair. "Sleep now." She closed her eyes, almost instantly falling asleep. As she did so, he whispered into her ear, "I love you too." Then Legolas too closed his eyes and journeyed through his dreams, a smile on his face.
* * * * *
The next morning Calathi awoke, surprised to notice that her arm no longer pained her. She pulled the sleeve of her nightgown up and found only a thin scar to show for her torment. She saw that Legolas still had his arms around her middle, and she slowly turned to face him. His open eyes were staring at her, and she smiled, knowing that he was asleep still. She thought of a pleasant way to wake him up, and she almost giggled aloud when she came upon one idea.
Carefully, she unbuttoned his tunic and slid her delicate hands underneath, running them sensuously across his hard chest. She leaned over him and whispered into his ear, "Wake up, melamin."
Feeling him shudder, she knew he was awake. She saw him blink a few times at her, a half-shocked, half-happy look on his face. Then she leaned down and kissed him passionately on his lips, and he kissed back as he moved his arms around her back and pulled her down to him. Impatiently he fumbled with the clasp on her nightgown, pulling it from its binding, and then...
KNOCK KNOCK.
Calathi jerked off of Legolas and clasped her nightgown before it actually opened. She ran to grab her silk robe from a chair and pulled it tightly around her as Legolas fluently swore. Then he too rebuttoned his tunic and went to answer the door.
Standing in the hall was none other than King Thranduil himself, and the Prince gained a slightly pink tinge in his cheeks as he greeted the elf. "Hello, Father. What are you doing here?"
Thranduil eyed his son. "I believe I should ask you the same question." He raised his eyebrow, and Legolas blushed even further while Calathi stood nervously in the room behind him. "I came to see how our patient was doing, but perhaps I need not be worried if you spent the night here to, ehem, monitor her health."
"Well, father, I believe she has recovered nicely. Come in and see for yourself." He stepped aside, and the king entered. Calathi curtsied, ducking her head to hide her embarrassment.
"Your highness."
"My Lady, how is your arm?"
"It is well, thank you, my Lord." She looked up to see him smiling warmly at her.
"I am glad. Will you be joining us for breakfast?"
"Father!" Legolas exclaimed. "You would not have her remain in bed after such an ordeal?"
"Don't be silly, Legolas," Calathi answered him. "I am feeling perfectly fine now." When the Prince opened his mouth to protest she continued, "My Liege, I will certainly join you for breakfast. If you would just allow me to dress properly, I will be there shortly." The King nodded, grinning widely at his son's flustered look, and left the room.
Legolas stepped in front of his love, a slightly angry expression on his face. "Why did you disagree with me like that? Calathi, you should not exert yourself! What if your fever returns?"
"Nonsense. I am sure that I am fine. Whatever your father did to me cured me completely. Except for this scar," she muttered disdainfully, pulling her sleeve up and glaring at it as though she could scare it away. When she felt a hand on her shoulder, she turned and before she could even blink Legolas had his lips on hers and had moved his arms around her waist to pull her closer. She reached her hands up and ran them though his silky hair, kissing him back. Gently he coaxed her lips apart with his tongue and explored her mouth.
She pulled away, breathing heavily. "Legolas, we shouldn't-" she began, but couldn't finish, for Legolas had captured her lips again, lifting her off her feet and carrying her to the bed. He gently laid on top of her, successfully pinning her down. He broke contact with her lips and smiled lovingly. Slowly he pulled up her sleeve and looked at the scar.
"You are beautiful, Calathi," he said, kissing the end of the scar. "Every inch of you is beautiful..." His mouth traced its entire length and then made its way to her lips again. She lost herself in him; she couldn't resist his deep blue eyes, his smooth blond hair, his creamy, hard body, his tender lips... she loved everything about him, and wanted nothing more than to make him happy. However, time pressed, and as his hands made their way back to the clasp of her nightdress, she reluctantly broke the kiss and slid away from him.
When he reached for her again, she shook her head and pushed his hand away. "Sorry, Legolas, we can't do this now. Your father is expecting us."
Legolas sat up and swore under his breath, making Calathi giggle. He knew she was right, and his father would surely guess what was keeping them. Though he ached to show his love for her, he had to leave.
"Some other time, melamin," Calathi whispered, and grinned. He smiled back in defeat and took her hand, gently kissing her knuckles.
"I will anxiously await that other time," he said. Then he left, leaving Calathi alone to change for breakfast. She chuckled to herself. *Perhaps waking him up that way wasn't such a good idea, * she thought. *I might have given him some ideas... *
***Hahahahaha, how did you like this chapter? Like it? Hate it? Boring? Please review and tell me! I always appreciate them. I think I may just be over the block I've had... we'll see. I'll try to update as soon as possible, but I have this stupid summer project and my parents are pressuring me to finish it... Anyway, I'll try anyway. Tata for now!
Warning: Extremely mild smut scene here, not really bad enough to change the rating though. I don't know if I'd have the guts to go all the way... ::cough cough:: but I sorta felt that this part would add to the story. Be forewarned.
Do your really need a disclaimer? Is it even remotely possible to confuse my work with Tolkiens? I don't think so!
Chapter Nineteen:
Nora fell onto the bed over Calathi, sobbing and hugging her mistress. Thranduil looked at his son and nodded, and the pale Legolas returned the look and offered a weak smile of gratitude. Then the King left the room with the other servants.
Legolas went to the bed and gently pulled Nora away from the other elf. He was surprised when the servant turned around and began sobbing into his tunic, though he didn't mind. After a few minutes of this, Nora pulled away and apologized. Then she looked up at the Prince and gave a mischievous smile before running into the hall to leave him and his love alone.
Legolas stared down at Calathi, disbelieving that it could be over so soon. She started to stir, and he knelt on the bed and planted a kiss on her brow. At this she fully awoke. "Legolas-"
"Shhhh," he interrupted her. "You need to rest now. I don't want to risk any repercussions after today."
"I want to tell you about the strange dreams I had."
"You can tell me tomorrow, melamin my love. Please, just go to sleep." Legolas pulled the covers closer around her, tucking them in snugly. She smiled, and he turned to leave.
"Wait, Legolas." He faced her again. "Must you go? I'm scared that I'm going to lose you again, the way I did in my horrible nightmare."
He grinned. "Do you want me to stay?" She nodded quickly. "Then of course I will, limraer lovely one. I would never leave you in fear." She smiled gratefully again and he crawled under the covers beside her, wrapping his arms around her and pulling her close. She snuggled closer to him, glad to feel such a strong body behind her.
Legolas kissed her hair. "Sleep now." She closed her eyes, almost instantly falling asleep. As she did so, he whispered into her ear, "I love you too." Then Legolas too closed his eyes and journeyed through his dreams, a smile on his face.
* * * * *
The next morning Calathi awoke, surprised to notice that her arm no longer pained her. She pulled the sleeve of her nightgown up and found only a thin scar to show for her torment. She saw that Legolas still had his arms around her middle, and she slowly turned to face him. His open eyes were staring at her, and she smiled, knowing that he was asleep still. She thought of a pleasant way to wake him up, and she almost giggled aloud when she came upon one idea.
Carefully, she unbuttoned his tunic and slid her delicate hands underneath, running them sensuously across his hard chest. She leaned over him and whispered into his ear, "Wake up, melamin."
Feeling him shudder, she knew he was awake. She saw him blink a few times at her, a half-shocked, half-happy look on his face. Then she leaned down and kissed him passionately on his lips, and he kissed back as he moved his arms around her back and pulled her down to him. Impatiently he fumbled with the clasp on her nightgown, pulling it from its binding, and then...
KNOCK KNOCK.
Calathi jerked off of Legolas and clasped her nightgown before it actually opened. She ran to grab her silk robe from a chair and pulled it tightly around her as Legolas fluently swore. Then he too rebuttoned his tunic and went to answer the door.
Standing in the hall was none other than King Thranduil himself, and the Prince gained a slightly pink tinge in his cheeks as he greeted the elf. "Hello, Father. What are you doing here?"
Thranduil eyed his son. "I believe I should ask you the same question." He raised his eyebrow, and Legolas blushed even further while Calathi stood nervously in the room behind him. "I came to see how our patient was doing, but perhaps I need not be worried if you spent the night here to, ehem, monitor her health."
"Well, father, I believe she has recovered nicely. Come in and see for yourself." He stepped aside, and the king entered. Calathi curtsied, ducking her head to hide her embarrassment.
"Your highness."
"My Lady, how is your arm?"
"It is well, thank you, my Lord." She looked up to see him smiling warmly at her.
"I am glad. Will you be joining us for breakfast?"
"Father!" Legolas exclaimed. "You would not have her remain in bed after such an ordeal?"
"Don't be silly, Legolas," Calathi answered him. "I am feeling perfectly fine now." When the Prince opened his mouth to protest she continued, "My Liege, I will certainly join you for breakfast. If you would just allow me to dress properly, I will be there shortly." The King nodded, grinning widely at his son's flustered look, and left the room.
Legolas stepped in front of his love, a slightly angry expression on his face. "Why did you disagree with me like that? Calathi, you should not exert yourself! What if your fever returns?"
"Nonsense. I am sure that I am fine. Whatever your father did to me cured me completely. Except for this scar," she muttered disdainfully, pulling her sleeve up and glaring at it as though she could scare it away. When she felt a hand on her shoulder, she turned and before she could even blink Legolas had his lips on hers and had moved his arms around her waist to pull her closer. She reached her hands up and ran them though his silky hair, kissing him back. Gently he coaxed her lips apart with his tongue and explored her mouth.
She pulled away, breathing heavily. "Legolas, we shouldn't-" she began, but couldn't finish, for Legolas had captured her lips again, lifting her off her feet and carrying her to the bed. He gently laid on top of her, successfully pinning her down. He broke contact with her lips and smiled lovingly. Slowly he pulled up her sleeve and looked at the scar.
"You are beautiful, Calathi," he said, kissing the end of the scar. "Every inch of you is beautiful..." His mouth traced its entire length and then made its way to her lips again. She lost herself in him; she couldn't resist his deep blue eyes, his smooth blond hair, his creamy, hard body, his tender lips... she loved everything about him, and wanted nothing more than to make him happy. However, time pressed, and as his hands made their way back to the clasp of her nightdress, she reluctantly broke the kiss and slid away from him.
When he reached for her again, she shook her head and pushed his hand away. "Sorry, Legolas, we can't do this now. Your father is expecting us."
Legolas sat up and swore under his breath, making Calathi giggle. He knew she was right, and his father would surely guess what was keeping them. Though he ached to show his love for her, he had to leave.
"Some other time, melamin," Calathi whispered, and grinned. He smiled back in defeat and took her hand, gently kissing her knuckles.
"I will anxiously await that other time," he said. Then he left, leaving Calathi alone to change for breakfast. She chuckled to herself. *Perhaps waking him up that way wasn't such a good idea, * she thought. *I might have given him some ideas... *
***Hahahahaha, how did you like this chapter? Like it? Hate it? Boring? Please review and tell me! I always appreciate them. I think I may just be over the block I've had... we'll see. I'll try to update as soon as possible, but I have this stupid summer project and my parents are pressuring me to finish it... Anyway, I'll try anyway. Tata for now!