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Ane was very confused at what was happening. She didn't understand why Legolas had just stood there while she was being taken away. 'Why doesn't he say anything?'
They dragged her off to a hill with a wall around it. She saw a ways off that Legolas was being taken through the main gate. She however, was being pushed through what seemed to be a back door. The hallway they entered led to the prison cells they had in the building adjacent to the wall. The two elves practically threw her into a cell that was no bigger in perimeter than a queen-sized bed. She gave a muffled cry as her back hit the far wall and she slid down into a sitting position. She was confused and couldn't even ask what was going on due to the bandana in her mouth. She felt cold and alone, and silently started to cry as the elves slammed shut the barred door.
Not ten minutes after his arrival, Legolas made his way to the prison cells. He spoke to the guards and they led him to her cell. They opened the door to find her in the same position, only her head was bowed and her eyes were red. Legolas quickly knelt down by her and raised her head. She looked into his eyes, and they had a look of bewilderment and betrayal in them. His heart wrenched at such a look. He undid the bandana that was tied behind her head, and reached around her waist to untie her hands. As he did so she whispered, "Why did you leave me?"
"I'm sorry, Love," he whispered back, "I don't know what happened. I was in shock I guess. I'm so sorry. I'll never let that happen to you again."
"I don't know if there will be a chance for it to happen again, Melamin."
He looked at her. He knew she wouldn't trust him again after this. His face fell. "Ane, please... I-I swear-"
"No, Melamin. I can't do this. I...I have to go home now...I can't stay long enough to let you hurt me."
"I won't hurt you, Ane. I'll see to it personally that no harm will ever come to you."
"Why?"
"What do you mean?"
"Why would you do that? We just met yesterday."
"I know, but..."
"But what?"
"I want you to stay. I don't want you leaving like this. I want you to want to come back if you leave."
"I... I don't know, Melamin."
"Please. Just stay for a little while. If you still want to leave, then I won't stop you."
She thought for a minute. 'What harm could come from it?' "Alright, I'll stay for a few days. In a week I'll decide whether to go or not."
He smiled. "Good."
She was sent to a spare room in the royal wing. Legolas had made sure she was treated as one of his kin at all times. 'Mi casa, su casa,' she thought as she looked around the room. It was beautifully decorated with mahogany wood furniture, forest green cushions and throw pillows, and gold tassels everywhere. It was a fancy version of the way her room was decorated back home.
Legolas had shown her the room, and then said that he had to speak with his father before lunch was served, so she should bathe and change while they talked and he would come for her in about an hour to meet him.
The bath that had been prepared for her was wonderful. As she sunk into the steaming water, she was met by the sweet smell of sage and lavender again. 'So that's where he gets it,' she thought as she closed her eyes and relaxed.
When she emerged twenty minutes later she found that her clothes she was wearing were missing. She noticed a blue dress on a chair, and found it to be not the one she packed, but a similar one. She slipped it on and wrapped her hair in a towel. She also found a pair of delicate black slippers, which turned out to be just her size. She found a brush on the dresser in one of the corners, along with a silver clip. She brushed her hair until it was nearly dry, and put her hair up in a half ponytail. Her hair was thin, yet naturally curly, and fell neatly upon her shoulders. She looked into the full-length mirror in another corner. She liked the way the dress fit her and brought out the blue in her eyes.
She didn't know how much longer she had until Legolas would come for her, so she took out her drawing pad from her bag. She drew at random, drawing shapes until they formed something. She drew for a while, and then noticed that it started to look like Legolas himself. So she began to perfect it, drawing little details that she could recall, like his jawbone and the shape of his ears. She was almost done when she felt the other side of the bed sag a bit. She turned to see Legolas sitting there, watching her draw. He was looking intently at the portrait. "What?" she asked quietly.
"I'm honored. I've never seen anyone draw like that. Thank you."
She blushed a bit, "I just drew what came out."
He smiled, "Well, my father wants to meet you. Whatever you do, do not mention your dream, the orcs, or you accusing me of trying to rape you. I fear it would not come across very well with him and it's already a miracle he let you stay this long outside of that cell." She nodded and he stood up, "I hope he will like you as much as I do, but we will soon see." He offered her his arm and she took it, assuming that it was one of their customs to do so.
They walked down the hall and turned to a door that led out side. They continued through a courtyard and entered another building. He led her to a huge oak door and waited. An elf soon opened the door and said, "The King will see you now."
Ane gave Legolas a questioning look but he was not watching her. The doors opened wide to show a large corridor, lined with elves whom were all staring at the two that had just entered. At the end of the corridor sat an elf wearing an elven crown that was low and intertwining along his forehead. He was obviously the king. Ane noticed the other elves bowing as she and Legolas went by. When they got to the end of the corridor and were standing in front of the king, Ane started to panic. 'What the heck am I supposed to do? I've never seen a king before.' But Legolas had it under control.
"Adar," father formal (sir)he said bowing slightly, "This is Miss Ane Femil." He let go of her arm as he looked at her. She took this as her cue, and curtsied, "My Lord."
"Arise. Tell me, why were you found with my son's knife and pointing it at him?" he said as he indicated Legolas with his left hand.
She was dumb struck. Legolas was the prince? "Your Majesty, I- l had no idea Melamin was your son. I meant him no harm. I-"
"Melamin?" he asked and turned to Legolas, "Explain this immediately!"
"Adar, forgive me. It was somewhat of a joke. She doesn't know what it means. I told her my name and she asked if there was some thing shorter to call me so I told her Melamin, to see if she knew what it meant, and she didn't. Do not blame her."
"That is not a funny joke, Greenleaf! I will have her head on a post if I find out she knew what it meant and still called you that, and I'll have your head as well because you let her!"
"Your Majesty, I swear I had no-"
"You stay out of this, human! I am speaking to my son!"
"Adar, she is my guest and I will not stand to let you berate her like that!"
"Are you contradicting me?!" he roared, "My own son is siding with a human?!"
"Yes, and if you have a problem with it then disown me."
"Please, I don't want to be any trouble-"
"You're no trouble, Ane. Father is always like this. Do not listen to him." And with that, Legolas took her by the arm and led her out of the building.
He led her to her room in silence, but he did seem to want to stay with her so she invited him in. He smiled as he opened the door for her and followed her in.
"I'm sorry I caused so much trouble back there."
He shook his head, "Father has been steaming all morning; you just had to see him finally explode. If anyone is to apologize, it is I. I should have warned you before I brought you to him."
"What did I say? Why was he so mad that I called you Melamin? Was it some sort of an insult?"
"No. No you did not insult me. It was actually what I've been tempted to call you for a while now, but I was afraid of what it might mean if I did."
"What does it mean then?"
"Ane, I don't think I can tell you. I really don't think I can now that I've told you all this."
"All what? Why can't you tell me? You said it wasn't bad, right?"
"It's not! But..."
"But what?"
"You know how you told me you didn't want to stay long enough for me to hurt you?"
"Yes, but-"
"Well if I tell you, then you'll hurt me."
"How-"
"Trust me, you would."
She was thoroughly confused and took a step closer to him. He was leaning up against the door, and she was only about ten inches from him. "I don't want to hurt you. I meant it when I said that I meant you no harm."
He looked at her for a minute. "I can't stand it, Ane, I just can't fight it any more. Forgive me?"
"For what?"
"Please just answer the question."
"Yes, I forgive you, b-"
He kissed her. His hands were running up her arms. She put her hands on his chest and leaned forward. She couldn't believe what was happening. She had never kissed anyone after only knowing them for two days, but this felt so right to her.
She felt him step forward, moving her back. They walked step by step until her legs hit the side of the bed. He put a hand in the middle of her back and lowered her to the bed, still interlocked with her lips. He stopped for a moment and looked her in the eye. When she didn't protest, he leaned down and kissed the corner of her mouth, slowly moving up her cheekbone, then down her chin. He caressed her neck, loving the sweet taste of her flesh. He moved lower to her collarbone and she shuttered. He looked up at her again. Her eyes were shut, her mouth slightly open, and her body shivered beneath his. He bowed his head, resting his forehead on her shoulder. "Ane..." he breathed.
"Yes?" she responded, just as breathless.
"I don't want you to regret this."
She remained silent, then opened her eyes. She put a hand on his back, the other, his neck.
"Ane?"
"I... I don't know... Yes. I'm afraid that this is as far as I can go without regretting anything. I'm sorry."
He looked up at her and their eyes met. "Why? You've nothing to apologize for. I've only known you for two days. I can wait if you want me to."
"Thank you."
"You are most welcome."
ooohhhhhh!!!!!!!!!!!!! he's so sweet! (of course he's had 3000 years to get that way, but we'll just ignore that.) ;P newaiz, if you want to know what the picture she drew of him looks like, go to and it's the first one on the checks which hand she writes with left side. C ya L8r!
Ane was very confused at what was happening. She didn't understand why Legolas had just stood there while she was being taken away. 'Why doesn't he say anything?'
They dragged her off to a hill with a wall around it. She saw a ways off that Legolas was being taken through the main gate. She however, was being pushed through what seemed to be a back door. The hallway they entered led to the prison cells they had in the building adjacent to the wall. The two elves practically threw her into a cell that was no bigger in perimeter than a queen-sized bed. She gave a muffled cry as her back hit the far wall and she slid down into a sitting position. She was confused and couldn't even ask what was going on due to the bandana in her mouth. She felt cold and alone, and silently started to cry as the elves slammed shut the barred door.
Not ten minutes after his arrival, Legolas made his way to the prison cells. He spoke to the guards and they led him to her cell. They opened the door to find her in the same position, only her head was bowed and her eyes were red. Legolas quickly knelt down by her and raised her head. She looked into his eyes, and they had a look of bewilderment and betrayal in them. His heart wrenched at such a look. He undid the bandana that was tied behind her head, and reached around her waist to untie her hands. As he did so she whispered, "Why did you leave me?"
"I'm sorry, Love," he whispered back, "I don't know what happened. I was in shock I guess. I'm so sorry. I'll never let that happen to you again."
"I don't know if there will be a chance for it to happen again, Melamin."
He looked at her. He knew she wouldn't trust him again after this. His face fell. "Ane, please... I-I swear-"
"No, Melamin. I can't do this. I...I have to go home now...I can't stay long enough to let you hurt me."
"I won't hurt you, Ane. I'll see to it personally that no harm will ever come to you."
"Why?"
"What do you mean?"
"Why would you do that? We just met yesterday."
"I know, but..."
"But what?"
"I want you to stay. I don't want you leaving like this. I want you to want to come back if you leave."
"I... I don't know, Melamin."
"Please. Just stay for a little while. If you still want to leave, then I won't stop you."
She thought for a minute. 'What harm could come from it?' "Alright, I'll stay for a few days. In a week I'll decide whether to go or not."
He smiled. "Good."
She was sent to a spare room in the royal wing. Legolas had made sure she was treated as one of his kin at all times. 'Mi casa, su casa,' she thought as she looked around the room. It was beautifully decorated with mahogany wood furniture, forest green cushions and throw pillows, and gold tassels everywhere. It was a fancy version of the way her room was decorated back home.
Legolas had shown her the room, and then said that he had to speak with his father before lunch was served, so she should bathe and change while they talked and he would come for her in about an hour to meet him.
The bath that had been prepared for her was wonderful. As she sunk into the steaming water, she was met by the sweet smell of sage and lavender again. 'So that's where he gets it,' she thought as she closed her eyes and relaxed.
When she emerged twenty minutes later she found that her clothes she was wearing were missing. She noticed a blue dress on a chair, and found it to be not the one she packed, but a similar one. She slipped it on and wrapped her hair in a towel. She also found a pair of delicate black slippers, which turned out to be just her size. She found a brush on the dresser in one of the corners, along with a silver clip. She brushed her hair until it was nearly dry, and put her hair up in a half ponytail. Her hair was thin, yet naturally curly, and fell neatly upon her shoulders. She looked into the full-length mirror in another corner. She liked the way the dress fit her and brought out the blue in her eyes.
She didn't know how much longer she had until Legolas would come for her, so she took out her drawing pad from her bag. She drew at random, drawing shapes until they formed something. She drew for a while, and then noticed that it started to look like Legolas himself. So she began to perfect it, drawing little details that she could recall, like his jawbone and the shape of his ears. She was almost done when she felt the other side of the bed sag a bit. She turned to see Legolas sitting there, watching her draw. He was looking intently at the portrait. "What?" she asked quietly.
"I'm honored. I've never seen anyone draw like that. Thank you."
She blushed a bit, "I just drew what came out."
He smiled, "Well, my father wants to meet you. Whatever you do, do not mention your dream, the orcs, or you accusing me of trying to rape you. I fear it would not come across very well with him and it's already a miracle he let you stay this long outside of that cell." She nodded and he stood up, "I hope he will like you as much as I do, but we will soon see." He offered her his arm and she took it, assuming that it was one of their customs to do so.
They walked down the hall and turned to a door that led out side. They continued through a courtyard and entered another building. He led her to a huge oak door and waited. An elf soon opened the door and said, "The King will see you now."
Ane gave Legolas a questioning look but he was not watching her. The doors opened wide to show a large corridor, lined with elves whom were all staring at the two that had just entered. At the end of the corridor sat an elf wearing an elven crown that was low and intertwining along his forehead. He was obviously the king. Ane noticed the other elves bowing as she and Legolas went by. When they got to the end of the corridor and were standing in front of the king, Ane started to panic. 'What the heck am I supposed to do? I've never seen a king before.' But Legolas had it under control.
"Adar," father formal (sir)he said bowing slightly, "This is Miss Ane Femil." He let go of her arm as he looked at her. She took this as her cue, and curtsied, "My Lord."
"Arise. Tell me, why were you found with my son's knife and pointing it at him?" he said as he indicated Legolas with his left hand.
She was dumb struck. Legolas was the prince? "Your Majesty, I- l had no idea Melamin was your son. I meant him no harm. I-"
"Melamin?" he asked and turned to Legolas, "Explain this immediately!"
"Adar, forgive me. It was somewhat of a joke. She doesn't know what it means. I told her my name and she asked if there was some thing shorter to call me so I told her Melamin, to see if she knew what it meant, and she didn't. Do not blame her."
"That is not a funny joke, Greenleaf! I will have her head on a post if I find out she knew what it meant and still called you that, and I'll have your head as well because you let her!"
"Your Majesty, I swear I had no-"
"You stay out of this, human! I am speaking to my son!"
"Adar, she is my guest and I will not stand to let you berate her like that!"
"Are you contradicting me?!" he roared, "My own son is siding with a human?!"
"Yes, and if you have a problem with it then disown me."
"Please, I don't want to be any trouble-"
"You're no trouble, Ane. Father is always like this. Do not listen to him." And with that, Legolas took her by the arm and led her out of the building.
He led her to her room in silence, but he did seem to want to stay with her so she invited him in. He smiled as he opened the door for her and followed her in.
"I'm sorry I caused so much trouble back there."
He shook his head, "Father has been steaming all morning; you just had to see him finally explode. If anyone is to apologize, it is I. I should have warned you before I brought you to him."
"What did I say? Why was he so mad that I called you Melamin? Was it some sort of an insult?"
"No. No you did not insult me. It was actually what I've been tempted to call you for a while now, but I was afraid of what it might mean if I did."
"What does it mean then?"
"Ane, I don't think I can tell you. I really don't think I can now that I've told you all this."
"All what? Why can't you tell me? You said it wasn't bad, right?"
"It's not! But..."
"But what?"
"You know how you told me you didn't want to stay long enough for me to hurt you?"
"Yes, but-"
"Well if I tell you, then you'll hurt me."
"How-"
"Trust me, you would."
She was thoroughly confused and took a step closer to him. He was leaning up against the door, and she was only about ten inches from him. "I don't want to hurt you. I meant it when I said that I meant you no harm."
He looked at her for a minute. "I can't stand it, Ane, I just can't fight it any more. Forgive me?"
"For what?"
"Please just answer the question."
"Yes, I forgive you, b-"
He kissed her. His hands were running up her arms. She put her hands on his chest and leaned forward. She couldn't believe what was happening. She had never kissed anyone after only knowing them for two days, but this felt so right to her.
She felt him step forward, moving her back. They walked step by step until her legs hit the side of the bed. He put a hand in the middle of her back and lowered her to the bed, still interlocked with her lips. He stopped for a moment and looked her in the eye. When she didn't protest, he leaned down and kissed the corner of her mouth, slowly moving up her cheekbone, then down her chin. He caressed her neck, loving the sweet taste of her flesh. He moved lower to her collarbone and she shuttered. He looked up at her again. Her eyes were shut, her mouth slightly open, and her body shivered beneath his. He bowed his head, resting his forehead on her shoulder. "Ane..." he breathed.
"Yes?" she responded, just as breathless.
"I don't want you to regret this."
She remained silent, then opened her eyes. She put a hand on his back, the other, his neck.
"Ane?"
"I... I don't know... Yes. I'm afraid that this is as far as I can go without regretting anything. I'm sorry."
He looked up at her and their eyes met. "Why? You've nothing to apologize for. I've only known you for two days. I can wait if you want me to."
"Thank you."
"You are most welcome."
ooohhhhhh!!!!!!!!!!!!! he's so sweet! (of course he's had 3000 years to get that way, but we'll just ignore that.) ;P newaiz, if you want to know what the picture she drew of him looks like, go to and it's the first one on the checks which hand she writes with left side. C ya L8r!