Legolas and Caitlin lay together, their naked bodies entwined with both the
blanket and one another. Illuminated now by only the candles; as they
descended further down the wick, leaving large pools of wax on the table.
The moon had long since risen into the sky, unable now, to shine its dull
light to them.
The wind was stronger now, cold and musky from its long voyage across the plains of Edoras to rest close to their embrace. It brought with it leaves and small amounts of debris which collected on the floor by the posts of the bed, rustling further across the floor with every gust.
Caitlin smelled the cold night air as she was nestled in his warmth, feeling the smoothness of his skin against her own.
Their fingers played together, curling over his palm, feeling the prints along his fingertips. Tracing the line of her hand, the pale wrinkling of her knuckles against his own. He brought her hand to his lips. Kissing each finger.
He wrapped his arms around her back, drawing her closer to him, resting his head against the pillow as her face rested against his neck; her long hair cascading over them both.
Caitlin lifted the blanket again over them, before nestling back into her former position against him. All she wanted now was to sleep, with him beside her, it was the only time she truly rested, when he was next to her. No nightmares. No orcs. No war. Just love, just comfort. Could happiness be so simple? This was all it took, all she ever needed, ever wanted, to lay here in the arms of this man she loved so dearly. Find the silence, the peace, that only exists between her and him. Not even forever, she didn't need this forever, just every so often, was all.
She was never cold with him here, never sad. Legolas saw through to a part of her heart that was good, and courageous. A part of her strength that allowed her to be vulnerable without threat of judgment. It was safe with him. Safe to feel scared, safe to be brave, safe to be hurt. He would never feel threatened by her strength, never be uncompassionate to her fear. She loved his raspy deep voice when he was serious and his playful humor that lived under his elvish unfeeling exterior. She knew she was protected by him, from any enemy, from any darkness. She was home wherever he was, at peace with him.
"Oio naa elealla alasse, Lle naa vanima, cormamin lindua ele lle." Said Legolas in a soft voice as he held her.
"You are speaking in elvish." Said Caitlin.
"A keen observation my love." Said Legolas with a smile. "I was saying how much I love you, how beautiful you are and how long I have awaited your return to me." He said
"Return? What do you mean." Said Caitlin as she played with his hair.
"When elves die, our spirit is given a choice, it can either return to middle earth, and be reborn, or it can go to the valor, where it awaits the end of middle earth. Our spirits are forever linked to this land, and though many of my people go to the gray havens, we are now and forever a part of middle earth. Our spirits may only rest when middle earth has died and all its beings gone." He said. "You and I were meant to be together, I believe we have met before, our spirits are...joined...and now we have again returned to one another." He said as he closed his eyes. Smelling her hair.
Caitlin smiled at the thought; perhaps it was true, perhaps they were meant to be together...
"Have you felt the calling? The urge to return to valinor with your people?" she asked. With closed eyes as she ran his hair through her fingertips. A smile on her face.
Legolas paused for a moment, thinking of what he would say. He stroked the back of her head gently with his palm, moving strands of hair from her face.
"I have never been to the gray havens. I was born here in middle earth, some say they hear their home calling to them in mirkwood, which is far from any shoreline. Others say that once they have seen the ocean that the urge is undeniable. For me, I have never seen the sea, never felt that middle earth wasn't my home. But still there is a piece of me that comes alive only when the wind's breath carries with it the sea air across my path. A certain old instinctive wisdom that understands the peace I will find in my home of valor. I understand the calling. I can feel it is a part of me. But it is as though I can smell the rain coming from the darkening clouds but can never feel the wetness of it on my skin. My understanding will always be incomplete until I truly feel and experience it."
Caitlin knew that he would feel the calling, before this war was over, and then years from now he would return home to valor with Gimli.
She hugged him more tightly as the thought crossed her mind, how he would leave middle earth.....
Suddenly Legolas sat up. Alert, he peered out at the window.
"What, what is it?" asked Caitlin. Concerned as she sat up.
Legolas swiftly got out of bed. "Souron is here!!!" he said as he swiftly put on his pants.
"Stay here!!" he said in a stern voice as he headed out the door.
Oh, god, that's right, how could she be so dumb. Of course this was the night of the celebration. She and Legolas had been so.... preoccupied.... that they had forgotten all about it. She heard the faint noise of men down the hall. the party was still going on, but hadn't noticed it until now. Pippin would take hold of the orb, but that shouldn't have happened until later....their was no time to think on it, she stumbled out of bed, sheets wrapped tightly around her body and paying no mind to her injured leg, she bolted out the door after Legolas.
She ran down the hall, following Legolas as quickly as she could. Man, that elf could run.
She rounded a corner and found the open door. Pippin had hold of the orb, his eyes white. How long had he been holding it? He could die.
Aragorn should have been here by now, but no he wasn't.... Legolas turned to find her standing there as she took action. She had no time to waist and without the slightest hesitation she flew past Legolas and Gandalf, grabbing the orb from pippin who fell backwards unmoving.
"AAAAHhhHHHHhhhaahh." The pain was intense as the red light surrounded her. She felt him, souron, his eye piercing the folds of her mind. Caitlin sunk to her knees. "No, stop, aahhh..." she felt him inside her head, trying to find more, find more on the ring, anything more. He surrounded every memory she was not protecting. Every moment of happiness, he learned of her home, of her apartment, of her cat, her roommate. Her parents, the ring....no not the ring, she refused passage as he cut ever deeper into her consciousness. Pippin, he was searching for more on pippin, whom he believed had the ring. He dug deeper into her mind, using every outlet to bring it out of her. He learned of her insight.... He knows she can see into the future. But she refused to allow him past her will power. He became enraged, overwhelming her with pain. As every nerve felt like it was on fire. "AAAAAHAHAAHAHHA." She screamed.
He searched for her knowledge, her insight into the future. Caitlin had to show him where she would be, souron would attack edoras if she didn't do something about it.
"GONDOR!!! She screamed in her mind, "GONDOR!!" She knew souron had a force ready to attack gondor already, she did not want to bring the battle here, where she didn't know what would happen, where the city was not nearly as well protected.
But he dig further, trying to find out about every warrior she knew of, he was searching for...for.... Aragorn.
Caitlin knew, she could see into his mind as well as he could into hers.
Souron was afraid!
Afraid of Aragorn, the wielder of narsil.
Caitlin stopped him their, she would not allow him to see further, her mind was the one place no other had any right to...ever,
"STOP, YOU CANNOT ENTER HERE!!!!" She screamed, forcing his will out of her thoughts, her memories. Souron faded from her mind, back into the orb. It slid from her hands and rolled across the floor as she collapsed to the ground and Gandalf placed a blanket over it.
"Fool of a took...!!!" yelled Gandalf. He went to Pippins side, he wasn't breathing.
"Gandalf, Caitlin isn't breathing." Legolas was frantic, as he cradled her head in his lap, "Gandalf!!" he yelled again.
"Give me a moment elf,!!" he said as he focused on Pippin. "He's coming around."
Pippin looked at Gandalf. "Look at me Pippin." Said Gandalf as he made certain Pippin was all right.
"GANDALF!!!" yelled Legolas; she was blue now, still not breathing.
Gandalf swiftly came over to Caitlin and placed his hand over her forehead, he muttered softly words. And Caitlin gasped as air filled her lungs. "Thank valor..." said Legolas desperately as he cradled her to his chest.
Caitlin coughed and wrapped her arms weakly around his neck. "Its alright, im fine, im fine." She said as strength returned and she clung to him more tightly.
"Now, how did you even get in here pippin, shouldn't you be at the party." Said Gandalf, not to happy about this at all.
"Its still going on?" asked Legolas.
"Yes, said Gimli, "its only about 11 or so." He said.
"It is expected to go on until at least 3 am." He said as Gandalf was scolding pippin.
A crowd had formed outside the room, and Caitlin was suddenly very aware of her attire. Wearing a sheet wasn't quite the fashion statement she had hoped for.
Legolas also. Though not so exposed as Caitlin was wearing only his pants. Caitlin glanced at the gathering crowd and then looked at Legolas. "Um...Legolas..." she said. That was all he had to hear to know what she was thinking. And without waiting another moment he took her hand and began to lead her through the crowd of people back to their room.
Everyone was swarming around them, so many men. All their to see what was happening but equally enthusiastic about the famous wizard woman making an appearance.
Caitlin was small, even smaller than the average woman, so the crowd seemed to loom in over her as they made their way through it.
"Hey that's her, the wizard." Someone yelled.
"Please let me through." She said as she tied the sheet more tightly around herself.
They seemed endless, not allowing her to move much. "Legolas maybe we should go back." She said, as the crowd got larger and larger. They were so close to her, all wanting to touch her, see her, see the woman who defeated the dragon. The seer who would save middle earth. Caitlin was so confused, as more and more faces appeared, they were treating her like some kind of celebrity. Legolas and Caitlin were completely surrounded now and unable to move at all. People pushed past one another and the space between Caitlin and the people in front and behind her became smaller and smaller.
She began to loose her grip on Legolas's hand and she called out to him. "Legoals, your hand." Everyone was pushing and making noise and she thought for a moment she heard his voice but it was drowned out by the mass of people, the music from the celebration.
She lost his grip and couldn't see him. The crowd was pushing her further and further from where she wanted to be. Someone yelled that they couldn't get through and shoved the man in front. He fell into her, sending her crashing to the ground. She yelled for Legolas again as someone stepped on her injured leg. She pulled it to her. But she couldn't get up. There were so many people. Not enough room as everyone was packed in.
"PLEASE!!!" she yelled s she tried to get up again. Her leg throbbing and bleeding.
"STAND ASIDE!!! STAND ASIDE!!!" The crowed parted and Caitlin gratefully accepted the two arms that reached for her and scooped her up. She would have felt foolish, like in the movie 'the bodyguard' but for the fact that her leg hurt so much.
"Thank you." She said a she looked to see Eomer holding her, his hair was brushed and his beard was trimmed, Caitlin noticed that his cloths were fitted and clean and he smelled slightly of lilac and jasmine. A drastic contrast from every other time she had seen him, when he was sweaty and unkempt. He smiled down at her and gripped her tightly as they made their way through the crowd, Caitlin looked around for Legolas but didn't see him. She felt Eomers hands on her as he carried her through the crowd, and had she been wearing anything else, she probably would not have noticed his touch, but a sheet leaves nothing to the imagination. Its thin material would allow him to feel her as though she were nude. Caitlin knew Eomer had no negative or sexual intentions with her but still she looked for Legolas with more determination, knowing she would feel more comfortable with him there.
The crowd still thick with the people who all wanted a piece of her. And they moved slowly through the swarming crowd.
Caitlin say no sign of Legolas until she heard a voice from somewhere in the crowd. "Caitlin!!"
"Legolas!!" she called back. Eager to see him.
Eomer frowned a bit as she yelled into the crowd. "I am sorry about this wizard, I never expected this kind of reaction to you." He said looking down at her. "Perhaps it was in poor judgment to dedicate this celebration not only to our victory at Helms deep but to your bravery." He said.
"You did this for me?" she asked, touched at the gesture,
"Yes, it was to be a surprise but when you didn't show up, the crowd got somewhat restless." He said. "Perhaps if you promised them to attend the rest of the event, things might settle down." He said.
The people were loud and noisy, and it didn't take long for Caitlin to make up her mind. "I think that might be a good idea, for public safety at least." She said.
"Alright then," he said, and turned in another direction making his way over to a chair. "Hold on." Eomer jumped onto a table. The crowd cheered at her presence and when she put her hand up they quieted down. "Thank you for such a warm welcome." She began, and through the crowd she spotted Legolas and smiled at him. "I will be joining you for the rest of the evening, I apologize for my absence and if you would just make a path for me to get through I will return shortly for the celebration." The crowd went wild and formed a path allowing Eomer to jump down with her. Legolas moved through the crowd, meeting her half way.
"ARE YOU ALRIGHT?" he asked, yelling so she could hear.
Caitlin opened her mouth to answer but Eomer interrupted her. "Her leg was stepped on, i should take her to receive a new bandage from the infirmary before returning to the celebrations." He said.
"Thank you Eomer but I am fine, Legolas will take me back to my room," she said. "I will see you shortly."
Eomer looked disappointed but put her down, he watched as she hoped on one foot with Legolas from the crowd. "Take care of her elf." He whispered. Before returning to the celebration.
"I guess that does it for your romantic night." Said Caitlin with a smile. As they reached her room.
"Well...." Said Legolas as he lifted her up into his arms and swung the door open. "I think we have at least twenty minutes before we absolutely have to be back." He said with a mischievous smile on his face.
"Well aren't we optimistic." Said Caitlin with a huge smile, as they walked through the room and she closed it behind them. She kissed him, long and passionate. Wrapping her arms around his neck and adjusting her feet so she wrapped her legs around his hips. Legolas kissed her lips moving down her neck as she clung to him and he began untucking the sheet from her body. They reached the bed and he leaned, lying over her. Caitlin kissed him on the lips, helping him unbutton his pants. He ran his hand down the sheet which seemed intent on clinging to her body.
"OUW, oh, sweetie, my leg." She said with pain.
"Oh, omine, im sorry." He said, stopping immediately to look at her leg.
Caitlin lifted herself up smiling, "did you just call me, omine." She asked curiously.
"Oh, yes, it means, I guess you would say, sprite, or nymph, like a spirit of water, or air or earth,." He said.
"He hehe," she laughed,
"Its stupid." He said.
"No. No I like it, please keep using it. Its beautiful." She said.
Having ruined their moment Caitlin and Legolas instead. Wrapped her leg and got ready for the celebration.
The next chapter is going to be kind of silly, it will be the party chapter and I hope I don't get anyone out of character though I am trying to put a light hearted spin on things. p.s. the next chapter will be up either tonight or tomarrow morning. Love aiko alima
The wind was stronger now, cold and musky from its long voyage across the plains of Edoras to rest close to their embrace. It brought with it leaves and small amounts of debris which collected on the floor by the posts of the bed, rustling further across the floor with every gust.
Caitlin smelled the cold night air as she was nestled in his warmth, feeling the smoothness of his skin against her own.
Their fingers played together, curling over his palm, feeling the prints along his fingertips. Tracing the line of her hand, the pale wrinkling of her knuckles against his own. He brought her hand to his lips. Kissing each finger.
He wrapped his arms around her back, drawing her closer to him, resting his head against the pillow as her face rested against his neck; her long hair cascading over them both.
Caitlin lifted the blanket again over them, before nestling back into her former position against him. All she wanted now was to sleep, with him beside her, it was the only time she truly rested, when he was next to her. No nightmares. No orcs. No war. Just love, just comfort. Could happiness be so simple? This was all it took, all she ever needed, ever wanted, to lay here in the arms of this man she loved so dearly. Find the silence, the peace, that only exists between her and him. Not even forever, she didn't need this forever, just every so often, was all.
She was never cold with him here, never sad. Legolas saw through to a part of her heart that was good, and courageous. A part of her strength that allowed her to be vulnerable without threat of judgment. It was safe with him. Safe to feel scared, safe to be brave, safe to be hurt. He would never feel threatened by her strength, never be uncompassionate to her fear. She loved his raspy deep voice when he was serious and his playful humor that lived under his elvish unfeeling exterior. She knew she was protected by him, from any enemy, from any darkness. She was home wherever he was, at peace with him.
"Oio naa elealla alasse, Lle naa vanima, cormamin lindua ele lle." Said Legolas in a soft voice as he held her.
"You are speaking in elvish." Said Caitlin.
"A keen observation my love." Said Legolas with a smile. "I was saying how much I love you, how beautiful you are and how long I have awaited your return to me." He said
"Return? What do you mean." Said Caitlin as she played with his hair.
"When elves die, our spirit is given a choice, it can either return to middle earth, and be reborn, or it can go to the valor, where it awaits the end of middle earth. Our spirits are forever linked to this land, and though many of my people go to the gray havens, we are now and forever a part of middle earth. Our spirits may only rest when middle earth has died and all its beings gone." He said. "You and I were meant to be together, I believe we have met before, our spirits are...joined...and now we have again returned to one another." He said as he closed his eyes. Smelling her hair.
Caitlin smiled at the thought; perhaps it was true, perhaps they were meant to be together...
"Have you felt the calling? The urge to return to valinor with your people?" she asked. With closed eyes as she ran his hair through her fingertips. A smile on her face.
Legolas paused for a moment, thinking of what he would say. He stroked the back of her head gently with his palm, moving strands of hair from her face.
"I have never been to the gray havens. I was born here in middle earth, some say they hear their home calling to them in mirkwood, which is far from any shoreline. Others say that once they have seen the ocean that the urge is undeniable. For me, I have never seen the sea, never felt that middle earth wasn't my home. But still there is a piece of me that comes alive only when the wind's breath carries with it the sea air across my path. A certain old instinctive wisdom that understands the peace I will find in my home of valor. I understand the calling. I can feel it is a part of me. But it is as though I can smell the rain coming from the darkening clouds but can never feel the wetness of it on my skin. My understanding will always be incomplete until I truly feel and experience it."
Caitlin knew that he would feel the calling, before this war was over, and then years from now he would return home to valor with Gimli.
She hugged him more tightly as the thought crossed her mind, how he would leave middle earth.....
Suddenly Legolas sat up. Alert, he peered out at the window.
"What, what is it?" asked Caitlin. Concerned as she sat up.
Legolas swiftly got out of bed. "Souron is here!!!" he said as he swiftly put on his pants.
"Stay here!!" he said in a stern voice as he headed out the door.
Oh, god, that's right, how could she be so dumb. Of course this was the night of the celebration. She and Legolas had been so.... preoccupied.... that they had forgotten all about it. She heard the faint noise of men down the hall. the party was still going on, but hadn't noticed it until now. Pippin would take hold of the orb, but that shouldn't have happened until later....their was no time to think on it, she stumbled out of bed, sheets wrapped tightly around her body and paying no mind to her injured leg, she bolted out the door after Legolas.
She ran down the hall, following Legolas as quickly as she could. Man, that elf could run.
She rounded a corner and found the open door. Pippin had hold of the orb, his eyes white. How long had he been holding it? He could die.
Aragorn should have been here by now, but no he wasn't.... Legolas turned to find her standing there as she took action. She had no time to waist and without the slightest hesitation she flew past Legolas and Gandalf, grabbing the orb from pippin who fell backwards unmoving.
"AAAAHhhHHHHhhhaahh." The pain was intense as the red light surrounded her. She felt him, souron, his eye piercing the folds of her mind. Caitlin sunk to her knees. "No, stop, aahhh..." she felt him inside her head, trying to find more, find more on the ring, anything more. He surrounded every memory she was not protecting. Every moment of happiness, he learned of her home, of her apartment, of her cat, her roommate. Her parents, the ring....no not the ring, she refused passage as he cut ever deeper into her consciousness. Pippin, he was searching for more on pippin, whom he believed had the ring. He dug deeper into her mind, using every outlet to bring it out of her. He learned of her insight.... He knows she can see into the future. But she refused to allow him past her will power. He became enraged, overwhelming her with pain. As every nerve felt like it was on fire. "AAAAAHAHAAHAHHA." She screamed.
He searched for her knowledge, her insight into the future. Caitlin had to show him where she would be, souron would attack edoras if she didn't do something about it.
"GONDOR!!! She screamed in her mind, "GONDOR!!" She knew souron had a force ready to attack gondor already, she did not want to bring the battle here, where she didn't know what would happen, where the city was not nearly as well protected.
But he dig further, trying to find out about every warrior she knew of, he was searching for...for.... Aragorn.
Caitlin knew, she could see into his mind as well as he could into hers.
Souron was afraid!
Afraid of Aragorn, the wielder of narsil.
Caitlin stopped him their, she would not allow him to see further, her mind was the one place no other had any right to...ever,
"STOP, YOU CANNOT ENTER HERE!!!!" She screamed, forcing his will out of her thoughts, her memories. Souron faded from her mind, back into the orb. It slid from her hands and rolled across the floor as she collapsed to the ground and Gandalf placed a blanket over it.
"Fool of a took...!!!" yelled Gandalf. He went to Pippins side, he wasn't breathing.
"Gandalf, Caitlin isn't breathing." Legolas was frantic, as he cradled her head in his lap, "Gandalf!!" he yelled again.
"Give me a moment elf,!!" he said as he focused on Pippin. "He's coming around."
Pippin looked at Gandalf. "Look at me Pippin." Said Gandalf as he made certain Pippin was all right.
"GANDALF!!!" yelled Legolas; she was blue now, still not breathing.
Gandalf swiftly came over to Caitlin and placed his hand over her forehead, he muttered softly words. And Caitlin gasped as air filled her lungs. "Thank valor..." said Legolas desperately as he cradled her to his chest.
Caitlin coughed and wrapped her arms weakly around his neck. "Its alright, im fine, im fine." She said as strength returned and she clung to him more tightly.
"Now, how did you even get in here pippin, shouldn't you be at the party." Said Gandalf, not to happy about this at all.
"Its still going on?" asked Legolas.
"Yes, said Gimli, "its only about 11 or so." He said.
"It is expected to go on until at least 3 am." He said as Gandalf was scolding pippin.
A crowd had formed outside the room, and Caitlin was suddenly very aware of her attire. Wearing a sheet wasn't quite the fashion statement she had hoped for.
Legolas also. Though not so exposed as Caitlin was wearing only his pants. Caitlin glanced at the gathering crowd and then looked at Legolas. "Um...Legolas..." she said. That was all he had to hear to know what she was thinking. And without waiting another moment he took her hand and began to lead her through the crowd of people back to their room.
Everyone was swarming around them, so many men. All their to see what was happening but equally enthusiastic about the famous wizard woman making an appearance.
Caitlin was small, even smaller than the average woman, so the crowd seemed to loom in over her as they made their way through it.
"Hey that's her, the wizard." Someone yelled.
"Please let me through." She said as she tied the sheet more tightly around herself.
They seemed endless, not allowing her to move much. "Legolas maybe we should go back." She said, as the crowd got larger and larger. They were so close to her, all wanting to touch her, see her, see the woman who defeated the dragon. The seer who would save middle earth. Caitlin was so confused, as more and more faces appeared, they were treating her like some kind of celebrity. Legolas and Caitlin were completely surrounded now and unable to move at all. People pushed past one another and the space between Caitlin and the people in front and behind her became smaller and smaller.
She began to loose her grip on Legolas's hand and she called out to him. "Legoals, your hand." Everyone was pushing and making noise and she thought for a moment she heard his voice but it was drowned out by the mass of people, the music from the celebration.
She lost his grip and couldn't see him. The crowd was pushing her further and further from where she wanted to be. Someone yelled that they couldn't get through and shoved the man in front. He fell into her, sending her crashing to the ground. She yelled for Legolas again as someone stepped on her injured leg. She pulled it to her. But she couldn't get up. There were so many people. Not enough room as everyone was packed in.
"PLEASE!!!" she yelled s she tried to get up again. Her leg throbbing and bleeding.
"STAND ASIDE!!! STAND ASIDE!!!" The crowed parted and Caitlin gratefully accepted the two arms that reached for her and scooped her up. She would have felt foolish, like in the movie 'the bodyguard' but for the fact that her leg hurt so much.
"Thank you." She said a she looked to see Eomer holding her, his hair was brushed and his beard was trimmed, Caitlin noticed that his cloths were fitted and clean and he smelled slightly of lilac and jasmine. A drastic contrast from every other time she had seen him, when he was sweaty and unkempt. He smiled down at her and gripped her tightly as they made their way through the crowd, Caitlin looked around for Legolas but didn't see him. She felt Eomers hands on her as he carried her through the crowd, and had she been wearing anything else, she probably would not have noticed his touch, but a sheet leaves nothing to the imagination. Its thin material would allow him to feel her as though she were nude. Caitlin knew Eomer had no negative or sexual intentions with her but still she looked for Legolas with more determination, knowing she would feel more comfortable with him there.
The crowd still thick with the people who all wanted a piece of her. And they moved slowly through the swarming crowd.
Caitlin say no sign of Legolas until she heard a voice from somewhere in the crowd. "Caitlin!!"
"Legolas!!" she called back. Eager to see him.
Eomer frowned a bit as she yelled into the crowd. "I am sorry about this wizard, I never expected this kind of reaction to you." He said looking down at her. "Perhaps it was in poor judgment to dedicate this celebration not only to our victory at Helms deep but to your bravery." He said.
"You did this for me?" she asked, touched at the gesture,
"Yes, it was to be a surprise but when you didn't show up, the crowd got somewhat restless." He said. "Perhaps if you promised them to attend the rest of the event, things might settle down." He said.
The people were loud and noisy, and it didn't take long for Caitlin to make up her mind. "I think that might be a good idea, for public safety at least." She said.
"Alright then," he said, and turned in another direction making his way over to a chair. "Hold on." Eomer jumped onto a table. The crowd cheered at her presence and when she put her hand up they quieted down. "Thank you for such a warm welcome." She began, and through the crowd she spotted Legolas and smiled at him. "I will be joining you for the rest of the evening, I apologize for my absence and if you would just make a path for me to get through I will return shortly for the celebration." The crowd went wild and formed a path allowing Eomer to jump down with her. Legolas moved through the crowd, meeting her half way.
"ARE YOU ALRIGHT?" he asked, yelling so she could hear.
Caitlin opened her mouth to answer but Eomer interrupted her. "Her leg was stepped on, i should take her to receive a new bandage from the infirmary before returning to the celebrations." He said.
"Thank you Eomer but I am fine, Legolas will take me back to my room," she said. "I will see you shortly."
Eomer looked disappointed but put her down, he watched as she hoped on one foot with Legolas from the crowd. "Take care of her elf." He whispered. Before returning to the celebration.
"I guess that does it for your romantic night." Said Caitlin with a smile. As they reached her room.
"Well...." Said Legolas as he lifted her up into his arms and swung the door open. "I think we have at least twenty minutes before we absolutely have to be back." He said with a mischievous smile on his face.
"Well aren't we optimistic." Said Caitlin with a huge smile, as they walked through the room and she closed it behind them. She kissed him, long and passionate. Wrapping her arms around his neck and adjusting her feet so she wrapped her legs around his hips. Legolas kissed her lips moving down her neck as she clung to him and he began untucking the sheet from her body. They reached the bed and he leaned, lying over her. Caitlin kissed him on the lips, helping him unbutton his pants. He ran his hand down the sheet which seemed intent on clinging to her body.
"OUW, oh, sweetie, my leg." She said with pain.
"Oh, omine, im sorry." He said, stopping immediately to look at her leg.
Caitlin lifted herself up smiling, "did you just call me, omine." She asked curiously.
"Oh, yes, it means, I guess you would say, sprite, or nymph, like a spirit of water, or air or earth,." He said.
"He hehe," she laughed,
"Its stupid." He said.
"No. No I like it, please keep using it. Its beautiful." She said.
Having ruined their moment Caitlin and Legolas instead. Wrapped her leg and got ready for the celebration.
The next chapter is going to be kind of silly, it will be the party chapter and I hope I don't get anyone out of character though I am trying to put a light hearted spin on things. p.s. the next chapter will be up either tonight or tomarrow morning. Love aiko alima