**A/N: Hey everyone! Once again, I apologize for the time it took me to
get this posted. I made it extra-long though, to try to make up for it.
You get an entire day in one chapter! Oh the excitement! Well, since I
have a fairly good idea set for the next few chapters, they should be
coming a bit quicker.
Bride of Legolas, I LOVE YOUR STORY! SARAN WRAP ALL THE WAY BABY! HahahahahahahaHA! I'd recommend that everyone read it, but then it would make my story look bad... :) And in your review, "...his tunic was open to reveal his incredibly hard..." Lol, I didn't even realize what that sounded like when I wrote it. Glad you thought it was funny though!
Hmmmmm... I have quite a few notes to make here... skip if you must, but then again, it may be beneficial to read...
a. To any new readers, just to let you know, I almost always read the stories of the people who review my story... (wink wink) I must tell you, though, that I generally read only stories pertaining to Lord of the Rings, since that is my obsession in life, and I especially like romance stories (in case you couldn't tell...).
b. If anyone would like a beta-reader, I'd be happy to help you, since I'm pretty good with grammar. Mostly, the mistakes in my stories are there because I don't always have time to reread a chapter before I post it, so I don't catch my typos, or because I choose to create sentence fragments for a specific emphasis on something. If you're looking for advice along the lines of LOTR history or factual information, I suggest that you DON'T ask me because I am no genius in that type of thing, though I have read the series.
c. Ummmm... what was I going to say? Ah yes. Read "Be Careful What You Wish For and "BCWYWF Part II" by Bride of Legolas, because they're the BEST stories EVER!! YES!
d. And again, I ask anyone who is in the mood for a funny LOTR story (or at least I thought it was funny), please read "Nicki's Little Sister Acquired the Ring of Power," by Loopygirls, a coalition of friends which I am a part of. Short summary: After a sleepover at a friend's house with the most annoying little girl ever playing "Fishin' Around" over and over and over again, a portal is opened, and guess who takes the ring from the fellowship during the Council of Elrond? That's right, HALEY, the annoying little girl!! The five friends at the party decide to go with them on their journey to protect her, since she is Nicki's sister, after all, though they later regret it... lots of suggestive events, sex jokes, drug references, and miscellaneous little things. Please review it if you decide to check it out! Thanks.
Moving on, here's what you've been waiting for!
Chapter Twenty-Three:
Water splashed down as Calathi scrubbed her face. She had gotten up early in anticipation of the day (and the night, which promised to be exciting), and soon she cursed herself for her impatience - now she would have to wait even longer for the festivities to begin. Feeling more refreshed and slightly less anxious, her face flushed pink, she stepped in front of the mirror.
She looked about the same as she had the day she left Ilinar - and her old life - behind, except that her hair was tousled and a scar became visible on her arm when she lifted the sleeve of her nightgown. Oh, how she loathed that scar. Not only did it disturb the flawless, smooth skin of her body, it reminded her of the way it had felt to see Legolas laying dead beside her. She prayed now with all of her being that she would never experience such a nightmare as reality, and that she would not be left behind when her love departed for Valinor.
Turning her attention once again to her hair, she began to comb it through until a brisk knock sounded at the door. A bit confused, she pulled her robe over her current attire and opened it. An elf carrying a rolled parchment and a few bolts of cloth curtsied to her.
"Good morning, milady. I am Himlome, the court seamstress," she said in a pleasant voice. Her hair, light brown in color, reached midway down her back, and she stood just below Calathi in height. "This is my apprentice, Naraloth," she continued, and it was then that she noticed the meek, young- looking elf standing behind Himlome. Naraloth quickly curtsied as well, and Calathi had to lunge forward to keep her from falling and dropping the armful of materials that she was carrying.
"I - I am sorry, milady," she hastened to apologize, quickly turning a light shade of red as she regained her balance.
"That is quite alright. Would you like some help?" Calathi asked, reaching out to take some of Naraloth's burden.
"Oh, yes, thank you." The younger elf appeared to become more at ease when the soon-to-be Princess smiled at her. The three proceeded into her room, shutting the door behind them and discarding the items onto a table.
"Forgive me for not being dressed; I was not expecting you until later."
Himlome smiled. "It's all right. It will be easier to take your measurements this way. His Majesty seemed to suspect that you would be awake by now." Calathi blushed faintly.
The seamstress gave her a knowing grin, bringing out her measurement tools. "I am aware of your engagement, milady. Why else would I be assigned to constructing a wedding gown? And with a direct request from the King, no less."
Calathi laughed, relaxing. Of course Himlome would understand how she felt. She was the court's seamstress, after all, and had likely fashioned the garments for many weddings, therefore experiencing the anxiety of numerous brides-to-be. "Are you married, Himlome?" she asked as the apprentice helped her mistress to take her measurements, wrapping a ribbon around her in various places.
"Ah, yes, to my beloved Anfaroth. He is away on border duty, however." The seamstress' brown eyes became somewhat downcast. Calathi saw her disappointment and regretted her question.
"And you miss him," she stated quietly.
"Yes, very much." Himlome's manner changed abruptly when she opened up one of numerous parchments and laid it out on the table. "What do you think of this one?" she asked enthusiastically.
Calathi looked at the elaborate sketch and grinned. This was going to be fun.
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Shivers ran all along the maiden's spine as she stood and looked at her reflection in the mirror. "Did I say how grateful I am for this?" she asked.
"Only about a hundred times," Himlome laughed.
Naraloth grinned as well. "You look stunning. Legolas will be out of his mind tonight."
The Calathi chuckled, her stomach fluttering with anxiety. "I hope so, after all the time you two spent doing everything."
"Have no fear," the seamstress encouraged. "I have no doubt that every male elf at the festival tonight will be jealous of your fiancé when they see you." She rested a hand on Calathi's shoulder in support. "You will be fine, trust me."
Someone knocked on the door, and Calathi glanced at it nervously. "That must be my escort," she announced, and Naraloth went to admit the gentlemen. In her mind Calathi was praying that it would be someone she knew and was comfortable with, rather than a stranger who would make her anxiousness increase. A tall, blonde-haired elf stepped into the room, and when he turned to her, she breathed a sigh of relief.
He studied her for a moment, caught rather speechless, before recovering and greeting her. "Good evening, My Lady. As usual, your beauty enchants me. You need no decorations to look lovely, though I must admit that they only compliment you more." He took her hand and placed a gentle kiss on it while she fought to keep her face its normal creamy color.
"Thank you, my Lord," she managed to say as she placed her hand on his outstretched arm.
"Always a pleasure. But please, you need not address me with such titles. It has always been simply Telmon." The two exited the room, and Calathi glanced behind her to see Himlome wink at her and smile. She grinned back and then strolled with Telmon toward the celebration.
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Legolas's eyes searched through the crowd in the banquet hall. From his position beside the King, he could not see the closed archway leading to the outer hall. He knew that he wouldn't be able to catch a glimpse of his love before everyone anyway, since their engagement announcement was to be made before she entered the gathering area. A servant was placed beside the door to alert the King as to when she arrived, and now the Prince watched him carefully for a hint of her presence.
His attention was drawn away from the door when he heard a familiar voice speaking beside him. It was a struggle to hide his anger when he turned to find Harem talking to his father in a slightly hushed tone. However, as elven ears were very perceptive, the Prince could decipher every word, as could many of the other milling elves, if they had chosen to listen. "Your highness, why do we not proceed into the dining room to begin the feast? I fear that if I wait much longer, the grumbling of my stomach will stifle all other sounds in here!" he laughed.
"I wish to address the court formally first, Harem," he answered.
"My Lord, could you not speak to us while we sit? We will be served more quickly that way."
"The feast will begin soon, I promise you." Thranduil nodded his head in a dismissal, and Harem's false smile barely hid the scowl on his face after being denied. The King didn't notice though, and as the Captain joined the group in front of the thrones he turned and winked at his son. Legolas faced the entrance now and saw a servant heading in their direction. His anticipation increased still more when the elf whispered to the King and then returned to the kitchen.
Thranduil cleared his throat and called for the attention of the nobles. "Ladies and Lords, I have a very special announcement to make." The room suddenly became silent as everyone stopped their conversations and watched the King. "My son has waited long to meet his match, and has been well rewarded for his patience. He has chosen his bride." Whispers passed among the crowd, looks of surprise and shock on many faces, and even a few Ladies appeared angry that someone else had taken the heart of their conquest.
He held up his hand, and the assemblage slowly quieted again. "There will be a royal wedding at the Midwinter Festival, in three weeks' time." Murmurings spread as everyone cast confused glances at each other. Thranduil continued. "This Lady is strong, elegant, and kind, and will undoubtedly meet all of your expectations for a royal. I present the future Princess of Mirkwood, bride-to-be of my son, Prince Legolas of Mirkwood, daughter of Demeron Laurelad, the Lady Calathi of Ilinar."
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Absolute silence. Great, that was just what she wanted - every pair of eyes in the entire hall fixated directly on her. Her nervousness increased tenfold as Telmon released her arm and stepped aside, giving her a reassuring smile. He wasn't going with her? Now she could hear the dimmed voice of Thranduil filtering through the closed oak doors before her, though it all passed very slowly in her mind.
"...chosen his bride..." Oh, for goodness sake, couldn't he just say 'here is your future Princess' and be done with it?
"...at the Midwinter Festival..." Why couldn't they tell everyone that later? The wait was an agony!
"...will undoubtedly meet all..." What was going on? Why was one introduction taking so long? She would have to have a chat with her future father about using unnecessary adjectives to prolong torture...
"...bride-to-be of my son..." Did she really need so many titles? Yes, that would be her first legislation passed when she became Queen... everyone must be called by their first name alone.
"...daughter of Demeron Laurelad..." Oh no! Where should she put her hands? Her hair wasn't disturbed, was it? Oh, Valar, that couldn't be a loose stitch in her gown...
"...Calathi of Ilinar." She took a deep breath and tried to stop shaking. The deafening quiet made her ears ring as the heavy doors were pushed open.
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*Move, move!* Legolas silently commanded the elves blocking the entrance from view. It was opening now, yet he couldn't see his love through the throng blocking the way. Any sounds presently ended as the maiden became visible, and the Prince knew why when the crowd parted and time seemed to stop.
Calathi's gown glittered brilliantly in the fading light of sunset that entered the room through tall windows. Its hue matched the wreath of mallorn leaves in her hair almost exactly, surpassing the radiance of the most valuable elven-crafted jewelry. Her shiny brown locks draped over her back in loose ringlets, and two tiny braids beginning above each dainty ear were pulled together elegantly behind her head. It hugged her figure, accenting her curves and revealing little of her chest. Her sleeves flared gracefully, reaching almost to the marble floor from behind her wrist, her slender fingers showing in front. Legolas made a mental note to ask where she had gotten the leaves of the mystical Lothlorien trees.
She stood calmly, as cool and confident as ever. Her chin was level, and her eyes met evenly with those of the other elves in the room. They watched the hushed people for a moment before gazing down the open space to meet those of Legolas. She smiled brightly, her aura instantly changing from stern and commanding to kind and endearing. Most in the crowd smiled with her, unable to deny the happiness filling the room. But there one elf there who didn't smile...
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She was terrified - absolutely out of her wits as she looked at everyone in apprehension. *I can do this, I can do this...* she said to herself over and over. It took every ounce of her courage to not stare at the ground or retreat to the safety and confinement of her room. Slowly her eyes drifted as she gained control of her senses. Standing at the front of the hall, watching her with admiration and love, was Legolas.
He was dressed in a tunic of dark blue, his blonde hair hanging straightly with two braids in front on either side of his handsome face. Their eyes met, and she saw in his every bit of what he saw in hers, a mutual feeling shared between the two elves, so strong in its passion that the rest of the world seemed to disappear when they were together.
She couldn't help it anymore; her reserved and passive façade dropped and she smiled, a smile so pure and true that her happiness spread to the other elves and they all smiled as well. Her fear left her, and suddenly she could move again.
She took a step forward, and then another, and it seemed forever to the Prince. Then there was a third, and a fourth... The maiden seemed to glide across the floor to meet her future husband. Finally Calathi stood in front of the King and curtsied, bowing her head respectfully.
"Come, dear. Stand beside my son, for this celebration tonight is not only to commemorate our victory over the goblins, but also in honor of the future royal couple." The silence was broken as everyone clapped and cheered loudly, and Calathi straightened and went to her love, who entwined her fingers in his and grinned. Amidst the commotion, no one saw the Prince lean down and whisper something naughtily in her ear, his lips brushing the delicate point; everyone simply wondered why their future princess was blushing only after the noise had died down.
"Now, my friends, we feast!" Thranduil made his way through a large arch and into a room with tables lined in rows throughout it. He was followed by Legolas and the still beet-red Calathi, who in turn were followed by the rest of the nobles. The lady imperceptibly pinched her fiancé, whose yelp of surprise was lost in the murmurings of the group behind them.
"I would appreciate it, my Love, if you would keep your inappropriate comments to yourself," she muttered to him. "They can wait until we are not surrounded by other beings with extremely good hearing."
"I'll try to remember that, melamin," he laughed, "though it may be difficult when you look so enticingly exquisite." They had reached their place beside the King at the center of the foremost table, lavishly arrayed with silver platters and goblets. Alternating pale and dark blue curtains were suspended around the walls, which filled the room with a crisp, wintry atmosphere, and the rich scents of the meal to come wafted through the air.
The elves stood behind their chairs and waited for everyone else to find their positions before Thranduil held out his hands and gestured for them to sit. Legolas, being the perfect gentleman, despite his lack of modesty, pulled out the chair for Calathi and sat only after she had settled.
The engaged couple was stationed to the right of the King. When Calathi scanned those in attendance in an attempt to find Telmon, she caught sight of the elf on the left side of Thranduil, and immediately, all thoughts of thanking her escort flew out of her mind. "Legolas," she said urgently, "Love, do you realize who is on the other side of your father?"
The Prince glanced to his left and discovered that the King was deep in conversation with Harem. He scowled, remembering the days when he had been on friendly terms with the Captain, discussing all types of things at the many festivities he had been present at. He used to believe Harem was matchless in strength and gallantry; now he knew better. He was still matchless, all right, but it was at the opposite end of the respectability spectrum.
Legolas turned back to Calathi. "I am sorry about this. My father has always been close to him, and believes that he deserves a place of honor beside him. But I promise that I won't let him come near you tonight. You need not worry about that, so please just enjoy the celebration. Do not let him ruin your evening."
The elf maiden smiled in gratitude. "How can I be afraid when you act so valiant on my behalf? Did I mention yet that I love you?"
"Yes, you have." Legolas grinned wolfishly, leaning closer to her. "But I can never get tired of hearing it." Their lips met, and all the sounds from around them instantly ceased as they forgot everyone else. They were in their own little world, expressing their unrelenting passion for each other. But suddenly someone intruded into their paradise.
"Ehem..." Legolas dislodged his tongue from its current activity, and the world came back into focus for the two elves. "Please, you two, save your intimacy for later or your food will get cold," Thranduil advised.
Calathi giggled and shared a look with the Prince before turning to the delicious-smelling meal before her. All thoughts of Harem had been forgotten for the time being.
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Approximately an hour later, Calathi was trying hard not to fall asleep. Eating until her stomach was nearly bursting, she felt lazy and was having a hard time keeping her eyes open. Not to mention the fact that she had had several refills of her goblet, which was rather large to begin with. A tune started up out of nowhere, soon bringing everyone from the tables to the open floor in the Grand Hall. Legolas stood and bowed to the future Princess, offering his arm. "May I interest you in a dance, my Lady?" he asked politely.
Calathi chuckled quietly, though it soon developed into an unchecked laugh as the wine began to take its affect on her. "Certainly, your highness," she managed to gasp. She rose as well and took his arm, and they entered the hall.
The maiden only giggled more when Legolas placed a hand on her hip. She followed suit by resting her hand on her shoulder, and then they began a moderately paced dance, flowing to the rhythm in movement so fluid it can only be expected of an elf. Calathi enjoyed herself quite thoroughly, expressing her unveiled joy and sharing it with everyone around her.
When it was over, she accepted another glass of wine from a milling servant. She was prepared to have as much fun as possible tonight, and of course, as everyone knows, alcohol only increases giddiness. Legolas took one as well, and soon they were dancing again.
Thranduil watched his son and soon-to-be daughter, both positively radiating unalloyed bliss. He could see as plainly as the stars on a cloudless night that they were made for each other. Perhaps three weeks was not too soon after all, and they truly were ready for marriage. His uncertainty dissolved into gladness, and he smiled to himself, suddenly looking forward to becoming a grandfather.
Later in the night, the Prince found a few strategically placed chairs in a corner, away from everyone else. He and Calathi sat down for a brief rest, and they watched the merry elves singing and dancing together. When the Prince looked over at his love, he laughed. She was lying sideways on the chair, her head rested on one arm and her legs dangling over the other edge. Gently he nudged her awake, and when her eyes came into focus she realized where she was and laughed. "Sorry, my Love. I suppose the night has lasted longer than I have the energy for."
Legolas nodded and helped her up. "I believe that we should excuse ourselves then. I will help you to bed." Calathi agreed, and they went to find the King to take their leave of the party.
When they found him, Harem was talking with him yet again. The Prince hastily interrupted. "Father, the Lady and I are both rather exhausted, and ask for your permission to retire to our quarters."
"By all means," Thranduil granted. "I see that you have survived the formality of the evening," he ascertained, grinning at Calathi. She nodded, her cheeks tinged slightly pink. "Good night." The King inclined his head to his son and brushed a kiss on the maiden's fingers.
"Good night," the couple answered before departing from the festivities, Legolas with his arm around Calathi's waist.
Once the two elves had left the main hall, Legolas looked at his love, who was practically stumbling in her fatigue (and probable drunkenness). "Maybe you should stay in my rooms tonight," he advised. "It is less of a walk to them than to yours." Wearily she consented, and the Prince led her down the corridor a bit before turning left onto a small covered walkway of white marble. A short distance later Legolas held a door open for Calathi, and she stepped into it and looked in awe at the beautiful furnishings.
Exquisite paintings of what she suspected to be the Great River, the Anduin, and the Falls of Rauros, with brilliant sprays of water splashing over the canvas, were mounted on one wall. On the opposite side there was a grand fireplace, flames dancing gaily in the hearth, and the Prince's bow was mounted above the mantle. She spotted another door, most likely leading to the privy. A desk, upon which there was a jar of ink and a quill, was positioned on the left side of the fire.
Wide windows extended along the far wall of the prodigious chamber, through which she saw stars twinkling vividly. The moon shimmered between the branches of frost-claimed trees. In the center of the two middle windows was a four-posted bed, dark green curtains canopied overtop the neatly made sheets. Calathi looked at Legolas, who was watching her with a bemused expression on his face, and she realized that she her mouth was open in wonder. She closed it quickly, and he helped her to the bed.
Calathi flopped onto her stomach on it, and the Prince laughed and unfastened the laces on the back of her gown for her. She pushed herself up with a grunt and, with the help of Legolas, pulled the fine garment off, exposing her thin shift. Then the Prince pulled back the covers and she laid down, watching as he discarded his own tunic and climbed in next to her, wearing only his soft satin breeches.
She snuggled closer to him, and he put his arms around her, kissing her neck softly. "Thank you, Legolas."
"For what?" he asked, leaning over her to look at her face.
She smiled up at him, turning onto her back underneath him and studying the flecks of light blue in her love's eyes. "For an absolutely perfect evening." He grinned and pressed his lips to hers.
Legolas traced her chin with soft butterfly kisses, and then traveled to her neck and up to her ear as she tingled with emotion. "It was my pleasure, amelamin," he answered, pulling her tighter to him. That was as far as their exploitations reached that night, for they were both so content and happy that their desires were fulfilled for the time. Calathi fell asleep, lulled by the steady beating of Legolas' heart. And Legolas then fell asleep as well, knowing that an eternity was not enough time to spend with his love.
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Wow, I feel unusually proud of that chapter. And I hope you guys like it, since I spent my ENTIRE WEEKEND writing it and trying to perfect it. It isn't perfect, but I think it's as close as I'll ever get. Sorry, no real smut it that one. Maybe later... ;)
*Note: I apologize if I spelled "mallorn" incorrectly... I couldn't find my sister's LOTR books, so I was unable to look it up. Also, in chapters twenty-one and twenty-two, I made a boo-boo... The second "interrupter" was not Tarem, it was Telmon. Sorry about that.
Have a nice day! And don't forget to review, because you all know how much I loooove those. Tata!
Bride of Legolas, I LOVE YOUR STORY! SARAN WRAP ALL THE WAY BABY! HahahahahahahaHA! I'd recommend that everyone read it, but then it would make my story look bad... :) And in your review, "...his tunic was open to reveal his incredibly hard..." Lol, I didn't even realize what that sounded like when I wrote it. Glad you thought it was funny though!
Hmmmmm... I have quite a few notes to make here... skip if you must, but then again, it may be beneficial to read...
a. To any new readers, just to let you know, I almost always read the stories of the people who review my story... (wink wink) I must tell you, though, that I generally read only stories pertaining to Lord of the Rings, since that is my obsession in life, and I especially like romance stories (in case you couldn't tell...).
b. If anyone would like a beta-reader, I'd be happy to help you, since I'm pretty good with grammar. Mostly, the mistakes in my stories are there because I don't always have time to reread a chapter before I post it, so I don't catch my typos, or because I choose to create sentence fragments for a specific emphasis on something. If you're looking for advice along the lines of LOTR history or factual information, I suggest that you DON'T ask me because I am no genius in that type of thing, though I have read the series.
c. Ummmm... what was I going to say? Ah yes. Read "Be Careful What You Wish For and "BCWYWF Part II" by Bride of Legolas, because they're the BEST stories EVER!! YES!
d. And again, I ask anyone who is in the mood for a funny LOTR story (or at least I thought it was funny), please read "Nicki's Little Sister Acquired the Ring of Power," by Loopygirls, a coalition of friends which I am a part of. Short summary: After a sleepover at a friend's house with the most annoying little girl ever playing "Fishin' Around" over and over and over again, a portal is opened, and guess who takes the ring from the fellowship during the Council of Elrond? That's right, HALEY, the annoying little girl!! The five friends at the party decide to go with them on their journey to protect her, since she is Nicki's sister, after all, though they later regret it... lots of suggestive events, sex jokes, drug references, and miscellaneous little things. Please review it if you decide to check it out! Thanks.
Moving on, here's what you've been waiting for!
Chapter Twenty-Three:
Water splashed down as Calathi scrubbed her face. She had gotten up early in anticipation of the day (and the night, which promised to be exciting), and soon she cursed herself for her impatience - now she would have to wait even longer for the festivities to begin. Feeling more refreshed and slightly less anxious, her face flushed pink, she stepped in front of the mirror.
She looked about the same as she had the day she left Ilinar - and her old life - behind, except that her hair was tousled and a scar became visible on her arm when she lifted the sleeve of her nightgown. Oh, how she loathed that scar. Not only did it disturb the flawless, smooth skin of her body, it reminded her of the way it had felt to see Legolas laying dead beside her. She prayed now with all of her being that she would never experience such a nightmare as reality, and that she would not be left behind when her love departed for Valinor.
Turning her attention once again to her hair, she began to comb it through until a brisk knock sounded at the door. A bit confused, she pulled her robe over her current attire and opened it. An elf carrying a rolled parchment and a few bolts of cloth curtsied to her.
"Good morning, milady. I am Himlome, the court seamstress," she said in a pleasant voice. Her hair, light brown in color, reached midway down her back, and she stood just below Calathi in height. "This is my apprentice, Naraloth," she continued, and it was then that she noticed the meek, young- looking elf standing behind Himlome. Naraloth quickly curtsied as well, and Calathi had to lunge forward to keep her from falling and dropping the armful of materials that she was carrying.
"I - I am sorry, milady," she hastened to apologize, quickly turning a light shade of red as she regained her balance.
"That is quite alright. Would you like some help?" Calathi asked, reaching out to take some of Naraloth's burden.
"Oh, yes, thank you." The younger elf appeared to become more at ease when the soon-to-be Princess smiled at her. The three proceeded into her room, shutting the door behind them and discarding the items onto a table.
"Forgive me for not being dressed; I was not expecting you until later."
Himlome smiled. "It's all right. It will be easier to take your measurements this way. His Majesty seemed to suspect that you would be awake by now." Calathi blushed faintly.
The seamstress gave her a knowing grin, bringing out her measurement tools. "I am aware of your engagement, milady. Why else would I be assigned to constructing a wedding gown? And with a direct request from the King, no less."
Calathi laughed, relaxing. Of course Himlome would understand how she felt. She was the court's seamstress, after all, and had likely fashioned the garments for many weddings, therefore experiencing the anxiety of numerous brides-to-be. "Are you married, Himlome?" she asked as the apprentice helped her mistress to take her measurements, wrapping a ribbon around her in various places.
"Ah, yes, to my beloved Anfaroth. He is away on border duty, however." The seamstress' brown eyes became somewhat downcast. Calathi saw her disappointment and regretted her question.
"And you miss him," she stated quietly.
"Yes, very much." Himlome's manner changed abruptly when she opened up one of numerous parchments and laid it out on the table. "What do you think of this one?" she asked enthusiastically.
Calathi looked at the elaborate sketch and grinned. This was going to be fun.
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Shivers ran all along the maiden's spine as she stood and looked at her reflection in the mirror. "Did I say how grateful I am for this?" she asked.
"Only about a hundred times," Himlome laughed.
Naraloth grinned as well. "You look stunning. Legolas will be out of his mind tonight."
The Calathi chuckled, her stomach fluttering with anxiety. "I hope so, after all the time you two spent doing everything."
"Have no fear," the seamstress encouraged. "I have no doubt that every male elf at the festival tonight will be jealous of your fiancé when they see you." She rested a hand on Calathi's shoulder in support. "You will be fine, trust me."
Someone knocked on the door, and Calathi glanced at it nervously. "That must be my escort," she announced, and Naraloth went to admit the gentlemen. In her mind Calathi was praying that it would be someone she knew and was comfortable with, rather than a stranger who would make her anxiousness increase. A tall, blonde-haired elf stepped into the room, and when he turned to her, she breathed a sigh of relief.
He studied her for a moment, caught rather speechless, before recovering and greeting her. "Good evening, My Lady. As usual, your beauty enchants me. You need no decorations to look lovely, though I must admit that they only compliment you more." He took her hand and placed a gentle kiss on it while she fought to keep her face its normal creamy color.
"Thank you, my Lord," she managed to say as she placed her hand on his outstretched arm.
"Always a pleasure. But please, you need not address me with such titles. It has always been simply Telmon." The two exited the room, and Calathi glanced behind her to see Himlome wink at her and smile. She grinned back and then strolled with Telmon toward the celebration.
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Legolas's eyes searched through the crowd in the banquet hall. From his position beside the King, he could not see the closed archway leading to the outer hall. He knew that he wouldn't be able to catch a glimpse of his love before everyone anyway, since their engagement announcement was to be made before she entered the gathering area. A servant was placed beside the door to alert the King as to when she arrived, and now the Prince watched him carefully for a hint of her presence.
His attention was drawn away from the door when he heard a familiar voice speaking beside him. It was a struggle to hide his anger when he turned to find Harem talking to his father in a slightly hushed tone. However, as elven ears were very perceptive, the Prince could decipher every word, as could many of the other milling elves, if they had chosen to listen. "Your highness, why do we not proceed into the dining room to begin the feast? I fear that if I wait much longer, the grumbling of my stomach will stifle all other sounds in here!" he laughed.
"I wish to address the court formally first, Harem," he answered.
"My Lord, could you not speak to us while we sit? We will be served more quickly that way."
"The feast will begin soon, I promise you." Thranduil nodded his head in a dismissal, and Harem's false smile barely hid the scowl on his face after being denied. The King didn't notice though, and as the Captain joined the group in front of the thrones he turned and winked at his son. Legolas faced the entrance now and saw a servant heading in their direction. His anticipation increased still more when the elf whispered to the King and then returned to the kitchen.
Thranduil cleared his throat and called for the attention of the nobles. "Ladies and Lords, I have a very special announcement to make." The room suddenly became silent as everyone stopped their conversations and watched the King. "My son has waited long to meet his match, and has been well rewarded for his patience. He has chosen his bride." Whispers passed among the crowd, looks of surprise and shock on many faces, and even a few Ladies appeared angry that someone else had taken the heart of their conquest.
He held up his hand, and the assemblage slowly quieted again. "There will be a royal wedding at the Midwinter Festival, in three weeks' time." Murmurings spread as everyone cast confused glances at each other. Thranduil continued. "This Lady is strong, elegant, and kind, and will undoubtedly meet all of your expectations for a royal. I present the future Princess of Mirkwood, bride-to-be of my son, Prince Legolas of Mirkwood, daughter of Demeron Laurelad, the Lady Calathi of Ilinar."
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Absolute silence. Great, that was just what she wanted - every pair of eyes in the entire hall fixated directly on her. Her nervousness increased tenfold as Telmon released her arm and stepped aside, giving her a reassuring smile. He wasn't going with her? Now she could hear the dimmed voice of Thranduil filtering through the closed oak doors before her, though it all passed very slowly in her mind.
"...chosen his bride..." Oh, for goodness sake, couldn't he just say 'here is your future Princess' and be done with it?
"...at the Midwinter Festival..." Why couldn't they tell everyone that later? The wait was an agony!
"...will undoubtedly meet all..." What was going on? Why was one introduction taking so long? She would have to have a chat with her future father about using unnecessary adjectives to prolong torture...
"...bride-to-be of my son..." Did she really need so many titles? Yes, that would be her first legislation passed when she became Queen... everyone must be called by their first name alone.
"...daughter of Demeron Laurelad..." Oh no! Where should she put her hands? Her hair wasn't disturbed, was it? Oh, Valar, that couldn't be a loose stitch in her gown...
"...Calathi of Ilinar." She took a deep breath and tried to stop shaking. The deafening quiet made her ears ring as the heavy doors were pushed open.
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*Move, move!* Legolas silently commanded the elves blocking the entrance from view. It was opening now, yet he couldn't see his love through the throng blocking the way. Any sounds presently ended as the maiden became visible, and the Prince knew why when the crowd parted and time seemed to stop.
Calathi's gown glittered brilliantly in the fading light of sunset that entered the room through tall windows. Its hue matched the wreath of mallorn leaves in her hair almost exactly, surpassing the radiance of the most valuable elven-crafted jewelry. Her shiny brown locks draped over her back in loose ringlets, and two tiny braids beginning above each dainty ear were pulled together elegantly behind her head. It hugged her figure, accenting her curves and revealing little of her chest. Her sleeves flared gracefully, reaching almost to the marble floor from behind her wrist, her slender fingers showing in front. Legolas made a mental note to ask where she had gotten the leaves of the mystical Lothlorien trees.
She stood calmly, as cool and confident as ever. Her chin was level, and her eyes met evenly with those of the other elves in the room. They watched the hushed people for a moment before gazing down the open space to meet those of Legolas. She smiled brightly, her aura instantly changing from stern and commanding to kind and endearing. Most in the crowd smiled with her, unable to deny the happiness filling the room. But there one elf there who didn't smile...
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She was terrified - absolutely out of her wits as she looked at everyone in apprehension. *I can do this, I can do this...* she said to herself over and over. It took every ounce of her courage to not stare at the ground or retreat to the safety and confinement of her room. Slowly her eyes drifted as she gained control of her senses. Standing at the front of the hall, watching her with admiration and love, was Legolas.
He was dressed in a tunic of dark blue, his blonde hair hanging straightly with two braids in front on either side of his handsome face. Their eyes met, and she saw in his every bit of what he saw in hers, a mutual feeling shared between the two elves, so strong in its passion that the rest of the world seemed to disappear when they were together.
She couldn't help it anymore; her reserved and passive façade dropped and she smiled, a smile so pure and true that her happiness spread to the other elves and they all smiled as well. Her fear left her, and suddenly she could move again.
She took a step forward, and then another, and it seemed forever to the Prince. Then there was a third, and a fourth... The maiden seemed to glide across the floor to meet her future husband. Finally Calathi stood in front of the King and curtsied, bowing her head respectfully.
"Come, dear. Stand beside my son, for this celebration tonight is not only to commemorate our victory over the goblins, but also in honor of the future royal couple." The silence was broken as everyone clapped and cheered loudly, and Calathi straightened and went to her love, who entwined her fingers in his and grinned. Amidst the commotion, no one saw the Prince lean down and whisper something naughtily in her ear, his lips brushing the delicate point; everyone simply wondered why their future princess was blushing only after the noise had died down.
"Now, my friends, we feast!" Thranduil made his way through a large arch and into a room with tables lined in rows throughout it. He was followed by Legolas and the still beet-red Calathi, who in turn were followed by the rest of the nobles. The lady imperceptibly pinched her fiancé, whose yelp of surprise was lost in the murmurings of the group behind them.
"I would appreciate it, my Love, if you would keep your inappropriate comments to yourself," she muttered to him. "They can wait until we are not surrounded by other beings with extremely good hearing."
"I'll try to remember that, melamin," he laughed, "though it may be difficult when you look so enticingly exquisite." They had reached their place beside the King at the center of the foremost table, lavishly arrayed with silver platters and goblets. Alternating pale and dark blue curtains were suspended around the walls, which filled the room with a crisp, wintry atmosphere, and the rich scents of the meal to come wafted through the air.
The elves stood behind their chairs and waited for everyone else to find their positions before Thranduil held out his hands and gestured for them to sit. Legolas, being the perfect gentleman, despite his lack of modesty, pulled out the chair for Calathi and sat only after she had settled.
The engaged couple was stationed to the right of the King. When Calathi scanned those in attendance in an attempt to find Telmon, she caught sight of the elf on the left side of Thranduil, and immediately, all thoughts of thanking her escort flew out of her mind. "Legolas," she said urgently, "Love, do you realize who is on the other side of your father?"
The Prince glanced to his left and discovered that the King was deep in conversation with Harem. He scowled, remembering the days when he had been on friendly terms with the Captain, discussing all types of things at the many festivities he had been present at. He used to believe Harem was matchless in strength and gallantry; now he knew better. He was still matchless, all right, but it was at the opposite end of the respectability spectrum.
Legolas turned back to Calathi. "I am sorry about this. My father has always been close to him, and believes that he deserves a place of honor beside him. But I promise that I won't let him come near you tonight. You need not worry about that, so please just enjoy the celebration. Do not let him ruin your evening."
The elf maiden smiled in gratitude. "How can I be afraid when you act so valiant on my behalf? Did I mention yet that I love you?"
"Yes, you have." Legolas grinned wolfishly, leaning closer to her. "But I can never get tired of hearing it." Their lips met, and all the sounds from around them instantly ceased as they forgot everyone else. They were in their own little world, expressing their unrelenting passion for each other. But suddenly someone intruded into their paradise.
"Ehem..." Legolas dislodged his tongue from its current activity, and the world came back into focus for the two elves. "Please, you two, save your intimacy for later or your food will get cold," Thranduil advised.
Calathi giggled and shared a look with the Prince before turning to the delicious-smelling meal before her. All thoughts of Harem had been forgotten for the time being.
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Approximately an hour later, Calathi was trying hard not to fall asleep. Eating until her stomach was nearly bursting, she felt lazy and was having a hard time keeping her eyes open. Not to mention the fact that she had had several refills of her goblet, which was rather large to begin with. A tune started up out of nowhere, soon bringing everyone from the tables to the open floor in the Grand Hall. Legolas stood and bowed to the future Princess, offering his arm. "May I interest you in a dance, my Lady?" he asked politely.
Calathi chuckled quietly, though it soon developed into an unchecked laugh as the wine began to take its affect on her. "Certainly, your highness," she managed to gasp. She rose as well and took his arm, and they entered the hall.
The maiden only giggled more when Legolas placed a hand on her hip. She followed suit by resting her hand on her shoulder, and then they began a moderately paced dance, flowing to the rhythm in movement so fluid it can only be expected of an elf. Calathi enjoyed herself quite thoroughly, expressing her unveiled joy and sharing it with everyone around her.
When it was over, she accepted another glass of wine from a milling servant. She was prepared to have as much fun as possible tonight, and of course, as everyone knows, alcohol only increases giddiness. Legolas took one as well, and soon they were dancing again.
Thranduil watched his son and soon-to-be daughter, both positively radiating unalloyed bliss. He could see as plainly as the stars on a cloudless night that they were made for each other. Perhaps three weeks was not too soon after all, and they truly were ready for marriage. His uncertainty dissolved into gladness, and he smiled to himself, suddenly looking forward to becoming a grandfather.
Later in the night, the Prince found a few strategically placed chairs in a corner, away from everyone else. He and Calathi sat down for a brief rest, and they watched the merry elves singing and dancing together. When the Prince looked over at his love, he laughed. She was lying sideways on the chair, her head rested on one arm and her legs dangling over the other edge. Gently he nudged her awake, and when her eyes came into focus she realized where she was and laughed. "Sorry, my Love. I suppose the night has lasted longer than I have the energy for."
Legolas nodded and helped her up. "I believe that we should excuse ourselves then. I will help you to bed." Calathi agreed, and they went to find the King to take their leave of the party.
When they found him, Harem was talking with him yet again. The Prince hastily interrupted. "Father, the Lady and I are both rather exhausted, and ask for your permission to retire to our quarters."
"By all means," Thranduil granted. "I see that you have survived the formality of the evening," he ascertained, grinning at Calathi. She nodded, her cheeks tinged slightly pink. "Good night." The King inclined his head to his son and brushed a kiss on the maiden's fingers.
"Good night," the couple answered before departing from the festivities, Legolas with his arm around Calathi's waist.
Once the two elves had left the main hall, Legolas looked at his love, who was practically stumbling in her fatigue (and probable drunkenness). "Maybe you should stay in my rooms tonight," he advised. "It is less of a walk to them than to yours." Wearily she consented, and the Prince led her down the corridor a bit before turning left onto a small covered walkway of white marble. A short distance later Legolas held a door open for Calathi, and she stepped into it and looked in awe at the beautiful furnishings.
Exquisite paintings of what she suspected to be the Great River, the Anduin, and the Falls of Rauros, with brilliant sprays of water splashing over the canvas, were mounted on one wall. On the opposite side there was a grand fireplace, flames dancing gaily in the hearth, and the Prince's bow was mounted above the mantle. She spotted another door, most likely leading to the privy. A desk, upon which there was a jar of ink and a quill, was positioned on the left side of the fire.
Wide windows extended along the far wall of the prodigious chamber, through which she saw stars twinkling vividly. The moon shimmered between the branches of frost-claimed trees. In the center of the two middle windows was a four-posted bed, dark green curtains canopied overtop the neatly made sheets. Calathi looked at Legolas, who was watching her with a bemused expression on his face, and she realized that she her mouth was open in wonder. She closed it quickly, and he helped her to the bed.
Calathi flopped onto her stomach on it, and the Prince laughed and unfastened the laces on the back of her gown for her. She pushed herself up with a grunt and, with the help of Legolas, pulled the fine garment off, exposing her thin shift. Then the Prince pulled back the covers and she laid down, watching as he discarded his own tunic and climbed in next to her, wearing only his soft satin breeches.
She snuggled closer to him, and he put his arms around her, kissing her neck softly. "Thank you, Legolas."
"For what?" he asked, leaning over her to look at her face.
She smiled up at him, turning onto her back underneath him and studying the flecks of light blue in her love's eyes. "For an absolutely perfect evening." He grinned and pressed his lips to hers.
Legolas traced her chin with soft butterfly kisses, and then traveled to her neck and up to her ear as she tingled with emotion. "It was my pleasure, amelamin," he answered, pulling her tighter to him. That was as far as their exploitations reached that night, for they were both so content and happy that their desires were fulfilled for the time. Calathi fell asleep, lulled by the steady beating of Legolas' heart. And Legolas then fell asleep as well, knowing that an eternity was not enough time to spend with his love.
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Wow, I feel unusually proud of that chapter. And I hope you guys like it, since I spent my ENTIRE WEEKEND writing it and trying to perfect it. It isn't perfect, but I think it's as close as I'll ever get. Sorry, no real smut it that one. Maybe later... ;)
*Note: I apologize if I spelled "mallorn" incorrectly... I couldn't find my sister's LOTR books, so I was unable to look it up. Also, in chapters twenty-one and twenty-two, I made a boo-boo... The second "interrupter" was not Tarem, it was Telmon. Sorry about that.
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