A/N: Here it is! Chapter 17! yay This chapter starts off where the last
chapter left off... so... Yeah... I don't think I'll get any more posted for a
week or two after this... Unless, by a stroke of luck, a chaperone happens to
bring a laptop on the tour so I can write. That would be nice. : )
"Will you marry me?" Legolas repeated after a few minutes of shocked silence.
"I... we can't. You can't do this! Your wedding is in three months!" Maqueden cried, backing away. "How much wine have you had tonight?" She was half afraid that he wasn't drunk... half afraid that he was being dead serious and asking her to marry him.
"Not enough to intoxicate me, I assure you. I am in my right mind." Legolas spoke without slurring his words and Maqueden could smell no alcohol on his breath, but she was still doubtful.
"Then you wouldn't have just asked me to marry you." She spoke uncertainly, almost afraid to believe that her greatest dream was slowly becoming a reality.
"But I did." His voice wavered, and he realized how nervous he was. What if she said no? The plan wouldn't work... But this wasn't about the plan. This was because he loved her. He knew he could spend the rest of his life with her if she would just give him a chance.
"Legolas..."
"Instead of marrying Kyriana, I marry you, and everyone thinks you're Kyriana because they can't see your face." Legolas explained. "It's all part of her plan. She gave me the idea, really."
"Your father will kill you! And me!" Now she was looking for excuses. The fact of the matter was, she wanted to marry him so much.
"I know him. I think once he realizes that I was willing to marry you to get myself out of a marriage with Kyriana, he'll understand why I did it. It's only because I couldn't find myself a wife, you know." He whispered, kissing her gently on the lips.
"But what if he doesn't understand?"
"It'll be too late. We'll already be married."
There was a long pause. "I will." Maqueden finally whispered, allowing Legolas to draw her further into his embrace. He reached inside his pocket and pulled out the ring – a gold band with a diamond surrounded by a circle of sapphires. He slipped it gently onto her left ring finger and kissed her once more.
"I love you." He whispered. "So much."
The next morning was hectic. Maqueden wore the ring on a chain around her neck, explaining apologetically to Legolas that she didn't want anyone she didn't know to know she was engaged, because that would raise the question of who the lucky man was. Then she would have to make up some story of who she was engaged to, which she would never remember. In short, it was safer.
Legolas, Maqueden, and Kyriana started re-planning the wedding to fit the new couple's needs. The only thing that was a must was a veil that covered Maqueden's entire face and made it impossible for everyone to see her. After the trio went to search for florists, they went with Legolas to make sure that Thranduil had a spot picked out for the wedding. Maqueden tagged along as "moral support" even though that job had now been passed to Kyriana. But Thranduil couldn't know that, because if he did, it would ruin the surprise of the whole thing.
They viewed possible places until Legolas found one he and Maqueden liked. Kyriana had become nonsocial around Thranduil, who thought she was merely feeling a little upset because her father had not yet returned from hunting those invisible spiders. Kyriana couldn't be happier about this fact but kept that lovely piece of information to herself and walked silently beside Legolas as they left the castle and went to see the dressmaker.
A/N: This one is interesting...
The elf already had Kyriana's size. She boldly walked inside the shop and rang the "ring for service" bell.
"Is there any way I could change my dress?" She asked, watching Maqueden walk out the door to stand outside. The hilarity of it all was enough to kill someone.
"Certanily... But why? If you don't mind my asking?"
"I'm... ah..." She looked over her shoulders and noticed the "Maternity" section. "I'm pregnant with his child. You can't tell now... But by the wedding, I'll be bigger."
Legolas's eyes bugged out of his head when Kyriana said this. Of coudse she wasn't pregnant with his child... But having a woman lie about having your child... He shuddered at the thought.
The elf smirked at this and told Kyriana to get back to him in a few days. Trusting that she had a tape measurer somewhere in her bag, Kyriana led Legolas to the door.
Since Thranduil would be performing the wedding ceremony, the only things left on their list were to find someone to cater the reception and find a few elves who would be willing to play an instrument. They walked back to the castle, where Maqueden collapsed on Legolas's bed and sighed. "I'm not used to this... Shopping tires me out!" With a groan, she let her head fall back onto the pillow and closed her eyes.
"Too bad." Kyriana appeared from nowhere with a tape measurer. "I gotta measure you if you're going to fit into that dress. Otherwise it's going to swallow you whole."
"I left before I could hear you tell them why you were changing dresses and sizes."
"I told him that I was pregnant with Legolas's child and that I would be bigger in three months." Kyriana said this with a straight face, which made it even more hilarious.
Maqueden burst out laughing. "WHAT?!"
"Relax. It's nothing. They're all going to realize it's not me anyway when you kiss..."
Maqueden smiled. After Kyriana finished with the tape measurer, she wrote everything down on a piece of parchment on the table and left the room.
Maqueden sighed again as she kicked off her shoes and lay on Legolas's bed. She yawned. "I love you." She murmured.
"Love you too." Legolas took his twin braids out and ran a comb through his hair. He looked at Maqueden. "Three more months and I'll wake up to you every morning."
"Legolas... I don't think I can do this." Maqueden whispered, curling up in a ball. "I know I can't. I can't be queen... There's no way..."
"You can. I know you can." Legolas pulled her closer and kissed her.
"It's not as easy as it sounds, Legolas." Maqueden rolled over to face Legolas, snuggling closer to him. "You were born with this... You've grown up knowing that the throne would one day be yours. I've grown up wondering if there was enough to feed me and my sister. You grew up knowing what to do in certain situations. I grew up wondering what to do for everything. You're a born leader. I'm..." She yawned. "Not." She finished, a bit lamely. "I'm just scared."
"You'll do fine." Legolas whispered. His arms tightened around her waist "Trust me." His warm breath on her neck sent shivers down her spine and she puled her knees to her chest, trying to keep warm. She found herself wrapped in Legolas's embrace and leaned into it, relaxing. Moments later, she fell asleep.
When she woke up the next morning, the first thing she noticed was that she was in the clothes she had worn the night before. Then she realized that she was not in her room. She rolled over and came face to face with Legolas.
She bit back a yelp of surprise. "Umm..."
He laughed. "You fell asleep here last night and I didn't want to move you."
"Oh." She paused. "How long have you been watching me?"
"A few minutes. Not long." Legolas grinned. "I could get used to this."
Maqueden smiled. "Me too."
(A/N: Ok... they kept their clothes on, just so you know... x . x;
There was silence for a moment before a knock on the door startled them both. Maqueden jumped out of the bed and managed to be sitting on the chair across the room by the time Thranduil walked inside. Legolas had managed to get himself out of the bed and was sitting on top of the tangled sheets and blankets, wearing an expression of innocence
Thranduil's momentary surprise at seeing Maqueden in his son's room so early in the morning disappeared when Legolas explained that she was, once again, there for moral support. Kyriana was supposed to be meeting them, though she was still asleep. Maqueden took this as her cue and left the room to find Kyriana.
"Kyriana?" Maqueden called through the door.
"Come in!" Came the cheerful reply.
Maqueden entered the room and found Kyriana doing one of her favorite things – drawing. She was working on a picture of Arwen, with whom she had become good friends in the time they had spent in Gondor. Seeing Arwen's picture made Maqueden realize she hadn't written to Elenna to tell them about her engagement to Legolas. Asking if she could borrow some paper and a pen, she wrote,
"Elenna!!! You are NEVER gonna guess what all has happened in the last two days!!! It all started when..."
A/N: not the best place to leave it, but oh well. I'll leave you with a cliffie for three weeks... Decided that I wanted to write again... I leave on Monday for Arizona... YAY!!! I'm gonna hike into the Grand Canyon and go to Mexico and... what else am I gonna do? Oh... right... Sing the national anthem at an Arizona Diamondbacks game... Not me, in particular, but my whole choir... If you catch the game, watch it! I'm an alto... On the left side of the guys... who should be in the middle... :) Ok. Gonna go watch big fish now. Bye! Oh... In the next chapter, Astoldominien gets his memory back! Yay! I'll write it on the bus on Monday...
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Ok! This is the last time you'll hear from me for a while. As they say in Spanish, Adios amigos! Sólo hablo inglés!!! (goodbye friend! I only speak English!!!) Tootles!
"Will you marry me?" Legolas repeated after a few minutes of shocked silence.
"I... we can't. You can't do this! Your wedding is in three months!" Maqueden cried, backing away. "How much wine have you had tonight?" She was half afraid that he wasn't drunk... half afraid that he was being dead serious and asking her to marry him.
"Not enough to intoxicate me, I assure you. I am in my right mind." Legolas spoke without slurring his words and Maqueden could smell no alcohol on his breath, but she was still doubtful.
"Then you wouldn't have just asked me to marry you." She spoke uncertainly, almost afraid to believe that her greatest dream was slowly becoming a reality.
"But I did." His voice wavered, and he realized how nervous he was. What if she said no? The plan wouldn't work... But this wasn't about the plan. This was because he loved her. He knew he could spend the rest of his life with her if she would just give him a chance.
"Legolas..."
"Instead of marrying Kyriana, I marry you, and everyone thinks you're Kyriana because they can't see your face." Legolas explained. "It's all part of her plan. She gave me the idea, really."
"Your father will kill you! And me!" Now she was looking for excuses. The fact of the matter was, she wanted to marry him so much.
"I know him. I think once he realizes that I was willing to marry you to get myself out of a marriage with Kyriana, he'll understand why I did it. It's only because I couldn't find myself a wife, you know." He whispered, kissing her gently on the lips.
"But what if he doesn't understand?"
"It'll be too late. We'll already be married."
There was a long pause. "I will." Maqueden finally whispered, allowing Legolas to draw her further into his embrace. He reached inside his pocket and pulled out the ring – a gold band with a diamond surrounded by a circle of sapphires. He slipped it gently onto her left ring finger and kissed her once more.
"I love you." He whispered. "So much."
The next morning was hectic. Maqueden wore the ring on a chain around her neck, explaining apologetically to Legolas that she didn't want anyone she didn't know to know she was engaged, because that would raise the question of who the lucky man was. Then she would have to make up some story of who she was engaged to, which she would never remember. In short, it was safer.
Legolas, Maqueden, and Kyriana started re-planning the wedding to fit the new couple's needs. The only thing that was a must was a veil that covered Maqueden's entire face and made it impossible for everyone to see her. After the trio went to search for florists, they went with Legolas to make sure that Thranduil had a spot picked out for the wedding. Maqueden tagged along as "moral support" even though that job had now been passed to Kyriana. But Thranduil couldn't know that, because if he did, it would ruin the surprise of the whole thing.
They viewed possible places until Legolas found one he and Maqueden liked. Kyriana had become nonsocial around Thranduil, who thought she was merely feeling a little upset because her father had not yet returned from hunting those invisible spiders. Kyriana couldn't be happier about this fact but kept that lovely piece of information to herself and walked silently beside Legolas as they left the castle and went to see the dressmaker.
A/N: This one is interesting...
The elf already had Kyriana's size. She boldly walked inside the shop and rang the "ring for service" bell.
"Is there any way I could change my dress?" She asked, watching Maqueden walk out the door to stand outside. The hilarity of it all was enough to kill someone.
"Certanily... But why? If you don't mind my asking?"
"I'm... ah..." She looked over her shoulders and noticed the "Maternity" section. "I'm pregnant with his child. You can't tell now... But by the wedding, I'll be bigger."
Legolas's eyes bugged out of his head when Kyriana said this. Of coudse she wasn't pregnant with his child... But having a woman lie about having your child... He shuddered at the thought.
The elf smirked at this and told Kyriana to get back to him in a few days. Trusting that she had a tape measurer somewhere in her bag, Kyriana led Legolas to the door.
Since Thranduil would be performing the wedding ceremony, the only things left on their list were to find someone to cater the reception and find a few elves who would be willing to play an instrument. They walked back to the castle, where Maqueden collapsed on Legolas's bed and sighed. "I'm not used to this... Shopping tires me out!" With a groan, she let her head fall back onto the pillow and closed her eyes.
"Too bad." Kyriana appeared from nowhere with a tape measurer. "I gotta measure you if you're going to fit into that dress. Otherwise it's going to swallow you whole."
"I left before I could hear you tell them why you were changing dresses and sizes."
"I told him that I was pregnant with Legolas's child and that I would be bigger in three months." Kyriana said this with a straight face, which made it even more hilarious.
Maqueden burst out laughing. "WHAT?!"
"Relax. It's nothing. They're all going to realize it's not me anyway when you kiss..."
Maqueden smiled. After Kyriana finished with the tape measurer, she wrote everything down on a piece of parchment on the table and left the room.
Maqueden sighed again as she kicked off her shoes and lay on Legolas's bed. She yawned. "I love you." She murmured.
"Love you too." Legolas took his twin braids out and ran a comb through his hair. He looked at Maqueden. "Three more months and I'll wake up to you every morning."
"Legolas... I don't think I can do this." Maqueden whispered, curling up in a ball. "I know I can't. I can't be queen... There's no way..."
"You can. I know you can." Legolas pulled her closer and kissed her.
"It's not as easy as it sounds, Legolas." Maqueden rolled over to face Legolas, snuggling closer to him. "You were born with this... You've grown up knowing that the throne would one day be yours. I've grown up wondering if there was enough to feed me and my sister. You grew up knowing what to do in certain situations. I grew up wondering what to do for everything. You're a born leader. I'm..." She yawned. "Not." She finished, a bit lamely. "I'm just scared."
"You'll do fine." Legolas whispered. His arms tightened around her waist "Trust me." His warm breath on her neck sent shivers down her spine and she puled her knees to her chest, trying to keep warm. She found herself wrapped in Legolas's embrace and leaned into it, relaxing. Moments later, she fell asleep.
When she woke up the next morning, the first thing she noticed was that she was in the clothes she had worn the night before. Then she realized that she was not in her room. She rolled over and came face to face with Legolas.
She bit back a yelp of surprise. "Umm..."
He laughed. "You fell asleep here last night and I didn't want to move you."
"Oh." She paused. "How long have you been watching me?"
"A few minutes. Not long." Legolas grinned. "I could get used to this."
Maqueden smiled. "Me too."
(A/N: Ok... they kept their clothes on, just so you know... x . x;
There was silence for a moment before a knock on the door startled them both. Maqueden jumped out of the bed and managed to be sitting on the chair across the room by the time Thranduil walked inside. Legolas had managed to get himself out of the bed and was sitting on top of the tangled sheets and blankets, wearing an expression of innocence
Thranduil's momentary surprise at seeing Maqueden in his son's room so early in the morning disappeared when Legolas explained that she was, once again, there for moral support. Kyriana was supposed to be meeting them, though she was still asleep. Maqueden took this as her cue and left the room to find Kyriana.
"Kyriana?" Maqueden called through the door.
"Come in!" Came the cheerful reply.
Maqueden entered the room and found Kyriana doing one of her favorite things – drawing. She was working on a picture of Arwen, with whom she had become good friends in the time they had spent in Gondor. Seeing Arwen's picture made Maqueden realize she hadn't written to Elenna to tell them about her engagement to Legolas. Asking if she could borrow some paper and a pen, she wrote,
"Elenna!!! You are NEVER gonna guess what all has happened in the last two days!!! It all started when..."
A/N: not the best place to leave it, but oh well. I'll leave you with a cliffie for three weeks... Decided that I wanted to write again... I leave on Monday for Arizona... YAY!!! I'm gonna hike into the Grand Canyon and go to Mexico and... what else am I gonna do? Oh... right... Sing the national anthem at an Arizona Diamondbacks game... Not me, in particular, but my whole choir... If you catch the game, watch it! I'm an alto... On the left side of the guys... who should be in the middle... :) Ok. Gonna go watch big fish now. Bye! Oh... In the next chapter, Astoldominien gets his memory back! Yay! I'll write it on the bus on Monday...
Lilyana Turner has left the building. Please leave a review after the hahas. MUAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!! goes into coughing fit coughs up poodle Spiffy! You came back!!!
THANK YOU'S!!!!
Sweet Krok- thanks!
ArienKaleniel- I don't think I got your whole e-mail... But now you know what her plan is!!!
()- : ) I'm probably gonna do both. And then Water... It's good once I can figure out a way to un-marysue it...
Blondeducky77- haha... dodges peanuts Grabs person's peanut pelter and starts shooting back. random camera guy "ACTION!" That was random...
Aliana Archer- not three weeks anymore... Only about 10 days... But if I find a computer with a suitable floppy drive and internet access, I may update there... Don't count on it, though...
AnGeL Thanks!!!!
Merenwen/ Shili-Dwelf of Lorien- I never can spell your name right... sighs Anyhoo... Rightey-o... I'm making you wait ten days to two weeks for the next chapter... Muahahahaha! looks around, waiting for heavy object to fall on head
Ok! This is the last time you'll hear from me for a while. As they say in Spanish, Adios amigos! Sólo hablo inglés!!! (goodbye friend! I only speak English!!!) Tootles!