A/N: Okay guys, I changed the rating to R, in case you didn't notice. I
don't want to get kicked off fanfiction for not having a high enough
rating, so I didn't take any chances. I'm not sure how far I'm going to
go, but this scene coming up is kinda iffy.
Note to J.C. Rocket: Wow. WOW. Sorry, I had NO idea that elves couldn't cry, though I think that not many other people do either. Are you sure? Well, in any case, I can't really change the story now, and besides, I don't know if I could write a story where everyone is so happy that they can't cry... seems impossible. Thanks for the info. though!
SilverDragonWolf: Yeah, I'm going to be summing up the story, but don't worry, there's still some drama to come...
*****WARNING: mushy/sappy/suggestive scenes approaching. BE FOREWARNED!!! ; ) *****
Chapter Twenty:
Calathi returned from breakfast with her stomach fluttering. After the incident that morning with Legolas, she was sure that the next time they were alone, he would try it again. And truth to be told, she couldn't wait.
* * * * *
"Father, I have an important matter to discuss with you," Legolas said as he took a seat in his father's study, resting his head in his hands.
Thranduil had been waiting for his son to confront him, and so he wasn't surprised at all by this request. "What is it, Legolas?"
"I was wondering, what do you think of the Lady Calathi?" The Prince studied his father to see his reaction to the question. The King kept his face blank.
"What do you mean?" Though Thranduil was almost sure he knew what his son was asking, he was amused by Legolas' seeming discomfort. That was a good sign; it meant that he was concerned about gaining the King's approval.
"Well," Legolas began, taking a deep breath. In his mind he was fighting with himself. Should he come right out and say it? Should he wait longer? How much should he reveal? He decided to get it over with. "Father, I love her."
Thranduil surprised his son by smiling. He hadn't expected such bluntness, but he was glad that Legolas had finally decided to tell him what was going on between the two elves. "I see. Well, Legolas, even if you love her, until you are married you shouldn't-"
"Alright, father," Legolas interrupted. He did not need his father to give him advice on such a personal level. He already had experience in those matters, and if he did indeed plan to marry her, that type of thing wouldn't make a difference to him. "So, do you like her?"
"Legolas, if you truly love her, what I think wouldn't matter to you." He winked at his son. "However, if it makes you feel better, I will tell you that yes, I do like her. I think the two of you are a perfect match."
Legolas grinned. "You're right, I would love her still if you did not approve. But I am glad that you do." With that he left the room quickly in search of his love.
* * * * *
Calathi was laying on her bed, thinking about what it would be like to be married. *Well,* she thought, *Legolas and I could do whatever we wanted, and no one would try to stop us...* She giggled quietly to herself. *I would be married to the Prince of Mirkwood.* Suddenly she stopped giggling. *That would make me...* Calathi paled quickly. *Oh, Valar help me, I would someday be Queen!*
She wasn't ready for that. It had never occurred before to her what her status would be after marriage. *I can't be Queen! I couldn't handle those responsibilities.* What would she do if Legolas asked her to marry him? She loved him, of course, but could she risk the future of Mirkwood to fulfill her own desires?
She felt a warm hand on her arm and opened her eyes, finding Legolas on the bed beside her. She choked back a sob, seeing how handsome, strong, and kind he was, and knowing she might have to give him up.
"What is it, love?" he asked, lifting her arm to inspect her previous wound. "Is your arm bothering you?"
"No, no," she answered, swallowing her tears and forcing a smile on her face. "It's nothing really."
"Are you sure?" he insisted. "You don't look very well."
"I'm fine," she lied, though Legolas seemed to believe her. Suddenly his attitude changed from concern to apprehension, and Calathi looked at him curiously.
He cleared his throat. "Calathi, you know that I love you, right?" he asked, taking her hand.
"Of course, and I love you," she returned. "More than anything."
The Prince smiled. "Hearing you say that makes me the happiest elf in Middle-Earth. Melamin, with you my soul feels complete, and I cannot imagine my life without you. I want you beside me for all eternity."
Calathi gasped, her heart pounding. No, he couldn't be saying what she thought he was saying... he just couldn't be...
Kneeling now, his sapphire eyes twinkling with hope and his smile transforming into a look of utter solemnity and seriousness, Legolas asked a question. THE question; the question that so many girls wait in anticipation their entire lives to hear asked to them. "Lady Calathi of Ilinar," he began as Calathi held her breath, "will you marry me?"
The elf-maiden slowly let out the air in her lungs. Legolas wanted to marry her. Legolas, the PRINCE of MIRKWOOD, wanted her for his bride. She searched her mind frantically for something solid to base her decision on. And the answer came to her in an instant, now that he had actually asked her.
She looked down into his pleading eyes and smiled in relief. Legolas loved her, and she loved him. He would be with her and help her through everything, and when they were married and he became King, they would rule Mirkwood together. Besides, she knew that she couldn't live without him.
"Yes, Legolas," she answered as his face lit up and her eyes blurred with happy tears. "Yes, I will marry you."
She became surprised when he gently slid a cool object over her finger. She hadn't realized that he was holding anything, and her moist eyes spilled over as she looked at what it was. A ring, a most beautiful ring, adorned her finger, a sign of the bond she now shared with Legolas. A perfectly round, smooth sapphire was placed in the center of the thin silver band, and two sparkling diamonds glitter brightly on either side of the blue stone. It was a perfect momento for the occasion, for the sapphire reminded her of Legolas' attractive, pure blue eyes.
"Oh Legolas, it's wonderful," she cooed. "Thank you."
"You're always welcome," he said, wiping her tears away tenderly. Suddenly he couldn't resist any longer and he jumped up, pushing her playfully backward on the bed and kissing her fiercly. She didn't resist as he pulled her body completely onto the bed, maneuvering himself so that he was atop her once again.
His lips trailed from her mouth along her chin, and then he moved down her neck, sucking her until she moaned with pleasure. But she had to stop this before it got out of hand; after all, it was only proper to wait until marriage before consummating one's love. "Legolas," she gasped as he moved to the other side of her neck, "my love, we really shouldn't..."
The Prince stopped and looked at her, and for a moment she wished he hadn't. A wicked grin spread across his face. "Tell me to stop then," he whispered, and then he kissed her again. He pulled away soon to give her a chance to speak, and she took a moment to move her thoughts from the taste of Legolas. His hands reached toward her chest, and she let out another gasp of pleasure. Try as she might, she could not bring herself to say one simple word that would end this. Having him above her felt so good...
Carefully he reached toward the clasp of her gown for the third time, and still she could not tell him to stop. Why did he have to have this effect on her? How would she ever make it to the wedding if she had no control over her own actions? Legolas was so charming, how could she turn him down? The clasp was undone; Legolas reached into her gown and along her stomach, and then-
KNOCK KNOCK.
Calathi could have laughed, if it had not been for the deadly glare Legolas gave the door at that moment. "Ignore it," he said, turning back to her and kissing her again.
KNOCK KNOCK.
"Perhaps we really should see who it is," Calathi suggested, pulling Legolas' hands away from her. "They seem persistent."
"I don't care..." he muttered, kissing her yet again and reaching toward her when she released his arms. Suddenly they heard the door creak, and Legolas looked up angrily at the intruder. It was Tarem, a member of the royal guard, and he looked extremely embarrassed at finding the two elves in such a compromising position.
"Excuse me, your highness, I don't mean to interrupt..." He saw who it was underneath the Prince and covered a grin when he recognized Calathi.
"What is it?" Legolas demanded impatiently.
"I was sent to retrieve you for a meeting with your father. He said I might find you here if you were not at your quarters."
"Well, I'm busy, can't my father wait?"
Tarem grinned and said, "I can see that you are busy, but the King seemed rather urgent." Grumpily Legolas returned to his fiancé and kissed her a last time.
"I'm sorry, love, but I have to attend to my father."
"I realize that, Legolas," she said, grinning in spite of herself. "We'll see each other soon." Legolas nodded and climbed off the bed, following the guard out the door. Calathi finally let her laughter bubble out as she stood to button her dress. *Well,* she thought, *timing is everything, I suppose...*
*****Well, what did you think of that one? Hahahahahaha, it was fun writing that... lol. Anyway, school is starting so I don't know when I'll get to post the next chapter. Then again, maybe I'll get so bored during school that I'll write then... we'll see.
Hey everyone, could you please do me a favor? I would really appreciate it if you read "Nicki's Little Sister Aquired the Ring of Power," by Loopygirls. It's a story I'm writing with some of my friends, and it's supposed to be funny. Well, anyway, I think it is, though it isn't as detailed as this one. Pretty please? We're getting kinda discouraged because we don't have many reviewers, but maybe if some of you read it we'll be motivated enough to write the next chapter. I'd really appreciate it! Thanks! Tata for now!
Note to J.C. Rocket: Wow. WOW. Sorry, I had NO idea that elves couldn't cry, though I think that not many other people do either. Are you sure? Well, in any case, I can't really change the story now, and besides, I don't know if I could write a story where everyone is so happy that they can't cry... seems impossible. Thanks for the info. though!
SilverDragonWolf: Yeah, I'm going to be summing up the story, but don't worry, there's still some drama to come...
*****WARNING: mushy/sappy/suggestive scenes approaching. BE FOREWARNED!!! ; ) *****
Chapter Twenty:
Calathi returned from breakfast with her stomach fluttering. After the incident that morning with Legolas, she was sure that the next time they were alone, he would try it again. And truth to be told, she couldn't wait.
* * * * *
"Father, I have an important matter to discuss with you," Legolas said as he took a seat in his father's study, resting his head in his hands.
Thranduil had been waiting for his son to confront him, and so he wasn't surprised at all by this request. "What is it, Legolas?"
"I was wondering, what do you think of the Lady Calathi?" The Prince studied his father to see his reaction to the question. The King kept his face blank.
"What do you mean?" Though Thranduil was almost sure he knew what his son was asking, he was amused by Legolas' seeming discomfort. That was a good sign; it meant that he was concerned about gaining the King's approval.
"Well," Legolas began, taking a deep breath. In his mind he was fighting with himself. Should he come right out and say it? Should he wait longer? How much should he reveal? He decided to get it over with. "Father, I love her."
Thranduil surprised his son by smiling. He hadn't expected such bluntness, but he was glad that Legolas had finally decided to tell him what was going on between the two elves. "I see. Well, Legolas, even if you love her, until you are married you shouldn't-"
"Alright, father," Legolas interrupted. He did not need his father to give him advice on such a personal level. He already had experience in those matters, and if he did indeed plan to marry her, that type of thing wouldn't make a difference to him. "So, do you like her?"
"Legolas, if you truly love her, what I think wouldn't matter to you." He winked at his son. "However, if it makes you feel better, I will tell you that yes, I do like her. I think the two of you are a perfect match."
Legolas grinned. "You're right, I would love her still if you did not approve. But I am glad that you do." With that he left the room quickly in search of his love.
* * * * *
Calathi was laying on her bed, thinking about what it would be like to be married. *Well,* she thought, *Legolas and I could do whatever we wanted, and no one would try to stop us...* She giggled quietly to herself. *I would be married to the Prince of Mirkwood.* Suddenly she stopped giggling. *That would make me...* Calathi paled quickly. *Oh, Valar help me, I would someday be Queen!*
She wasn't ready for that. It had never occurred before to her what her status would be after marriage. *I can't be Queen! I couldn't handle those responsibilities.* What would she do if Legolas asked her to marry him? She loved him, of course, but could she risk the future of Mirkwood to fulfill her own desires?
She felt a warm hand on her arm and opened her eyes, finding Legolas on the bed beside her. She choked back a sob, seeing how handsome, strong, and kind he was, and knowing she might have to give him up.
"What is it, love?" he asked, lifting her arm to inspect her previous wound. "Is your arm bothering you?"
"No, no," she answered, swallowing her tears and forcing a smile on her face. "It's nothing really."
"Are you sure?" he insisted. "You don't look very well."
"I'm fine," she lied, though Legolas seemed to believe her. Suddenly his attitude changed from concern to apprehension, and Calathi looked at him curiously.
He cleared his throat. "Calathi, you know that I love you, right?" he asked, taking her hand.
"Of course, and I love you," she returned. "More than anything."
The Prince smiled. "Hearing you say that makes me the happiest elf in Middle-Earth. Melamin, with you my soul feels complete, and I cannot imagine my life without you. I want you beside me for all eternity."
Calathi gasped, her heart pounding. No, he couldn't be saying what she thought he was saying... he just couldn't be...
Kneeling now, his sapphire eyes twinkling with hope and his smile transforming into a look of utter solemnity and seriousness, Legolas asked a question. THE question; the question that so many girls wait in anticipation their entire lives to hear asked to them. "Lady Calathi of Ilinar," he began as Calathi held her breath, "will you marry me?"
The elf-maiden slowly let out the air in her lungs. Legolas wanted to marry her. Legolas, the PRINCE of MIRKWOOD, wanted her for his bride. She searched her mind frantically for something solid to base her decision on. And the answer came to her in an instant, now that he had actually asked her.
She looked down into his pleading eyes and smiled in relief. Legolas loved her, and she loved him. He would be with her and help her through everything, and when they were married and he became King, they would rule Mirkwood together. Besides, she knew that she couldn't live without him.
"Yes, Legolas," she answered as his face lit up and her eyes blurred with happy tears. "Yes, I will marry you."
She became surprised when he gently slid a cool object over her finger. She hadn't realized that he was holding anything, and her moist eyes spilled over as she looked at what it was. A ring, a most beautiful ring, adorned her finger, a sign of the bond she now shared with Legolas. A perfectly round, smooth sapphire was placed in the center of the thin silver band, and two sparkling diamonds glitter brightly on either side of the blue stone. It was a perfect momento for the occasion, for the sapphire reminded her of Legolas' attractive, pure blue eyes.
"Oh Legolas, it's wonderful," she cooed. "Thank you."
"You're always welcome," he said, wiping her tears away tenderly. Suddenly he couldn't resist any longer and he jumped up, pushing her playfully backward on the bed and kissing her fiercly. She didn't resist as he pulled her body completely onto the bed, maneuvering himself so that he was atop her once again.
His lips trailed from her mouth along her chin, and then he moved down her neck, sucking her until she moaned with pleasure. But she had to stop this before it got out of hand; after all, it was only proper to wait until marriage before consummating one's love. "Legolas," she gasped as he moved to the other side of her neck, "my love, we really shouldn't..."
The Prince stopped and looked at her, and for a moment she wished he hadn't. A wicked grin spread across his face. "Tell me to stop then," he whispered, and then he kissed her again. He pulled away soon to give her a chance to speak, and she took a moment to move her thoughts from the taste of Legolas. His hands reached toward her chest, and she let out another gasp of pleasure. Try as she might, she could not bring herself to say one simple word that would end this. Having him above her felt so good...
Carefully he reached toward the clasp of her gown for the third time, and still she could not tell him to stop. Why did he have to have this effect on her? How would she ever make it to the wedding if she had no control over her own actions? Legolas was so charming, how could she turn him down? The clasp was undone; Legolas reached into her gown and along her stomach, and then-
KNOCK KNOCK.
Calathi could have laughed, if it had not been for the deadly glare Legolas gave the door at that moment. "Ignore it," he said, turning back to her and kissing her again.
KNOCK KNOCK.
"Perhaps we really should see who it is," Calathi suggested, pulling Legolas' hands away from her. "They seem persistent."
"I don't care..." he muttered, kissing her yet again and reaching toward her when she released his arms. Suddenly they heard the door creak, and Legolas looked up angrily at the intruder. It was Tarem, a member of the royal guard, and he looked extremely embarrassed at finding the two elves in such a compromising position.
"Excuse me, your highness, I don't mean to interrupt..." He saw who it was underneath the Prince and covered a grin when he recognized Calathi.
"What is it?" Legolas demanded impatiently.
"I was sent to retrieve you for a meeting with your father. He said I might find you here if you were not at your quarters."
"Well, I'm busy, can't my father wait?"
Tarem grinned and said, "I can see that you are busy, but the King seemed rather urgent." Grumpily Legolas returned to his fiancé and kissed her a last time.
"I'm sorry, love, but I have to attend to my father."
"I realize that, Legolas," she said, grinning in spite of herself. "We'll see each other soon." Legolas nodded and climbed off the bed, following the guard out the door. Calathi finally let her laughter bubble out as she stood to button her dress. *Well,* she thought, *timing is everything, I suppose...*
*****Well, what did you think of that one? Hahahahahaha, it was fun writing that... lol. Anyway, school is starting so I don't know when I'll get to post the next chapter. Then again, maybe I'll get so bored during school that I'll write then... we'll see.
Hey everyone, could you please do me a favor? I would really appreciate it if you read "Nicki's Little Sister Aquired the Ring of Power," by Loopygirls. It's a story I'm writing with some of my friends, and it's supposed to be funny. Well, anyway, I think it is, though it isn't as detailed as this one. Pretty please? We're getting kinda discouraged because we don't have many reviewers, but maybe if some of you read it we'll be motivated enough to write the next chapter. I'd really appreciate it! Thanks! Tata for now!