AN: Welcome to CHAPTER TWO. :::thunder boom::: right. Anyways, I just wanted to let you know that I am rather disappointed in you guys. ::very annoyed look:: I really expected a much larger reviewing response than I received, seeing as I had so many for ToF. I hope and trust you all will be much better in that from now on. Which brings me to my second point: I will not be posting chapters as quickly as possible. ::holds up hands to stop protests:: Don't despair! There are several reasons for this. One, I just started high school. I now have to wake up at 5 a.m. To some people, that may not seem early, but compared to waking up closer to nine, it's a big change. I can't stay up as late writing chapters for you guys anymore. Secondly, from now on, the chapters will be much, much longer. Longer than they were in ToF, longer than chapter 1 here was. I'll try my hardest to get them to be at least five pages, or somewhere closer to that. It will be worth the wait. (SIDE NOTE: This also means there will be more "details"in the romance scenes than before. There will also be more romance scenes than before.) ::Deep breath:: Okay, I've kept you waiting long enough. Here's chapter 2! ::more thunder booming-ness::

2.

Kalia's whole body was on fire. Legolas' hands seemed to be everywhere, wherever she needed it most. She wanted it to stop. She wanted it to go on forever. She couldn't think, and she had to gasp for breath whenever his mouth left hers. It felt so amazing to be with Legolas, with the one she loved†so perfect. They were made to be together, solely for each other- at least, that was what Kalia felt at that moment. He slid into her, and she felt unbelievable pleasure, the likes of which she didn't know had existed until now. Both of them came quickly, and her body trembled in the aftermath of the incredible experience. Her husband rained light kisses on her neck. "I love you, Kalia," he whispered. She sighed softly, twirling her fingers in his†brown locks? He raised his head, and Kalia's horrified eyes met Kaevan's smiling ones.

Kalia sat up sharply with a gasp, her own her flying forward into her face. She yanked at it, scratching herself in her haste for sight, but didn't even notice. Only when she felt the strong arm around her, the slender hand stroking her shoulder, and the soft elvish voice of her husband did she relax enough to actually brush the hair out of her face and look at the man beside her. She let out a sigh of relief as her eyes met those of the man next to her. Yes, they were her husband's amazing sapphire blue, filled with concern.

"Are you alright? What happened? What's wrong?" Legolas interrogated her worriedly, as her breathing returned to normal.

"Yes, yes I'm fine. It was just a dream." I hope, the female added, but only in her thoughts. She was still incredibly shaken, but managed to stop her body from doing so as she smiled faintly at her husband. "Really, I'm fine. It was nothing." For a moment Kalia thought he wouldn't believe her, but he did.

"If you say so, melamin my love ." He laid down again, and looked at her expectantly. She shook her head, telling him she wanted to go check on Aliné and for him to go back to sleep. This was a lie-her daughter was too old to be checked upon in the night, but she knew Legolas would believe her if it was something to do with his little princess. Once the elf complied, she stood and dressed quietly, so as not to wake him for a second time. She shivered, thinking of what had caused her own awakening. She had not told Legolas about the meeting with Kaevan, or even about the other male's existence. The elf had enough things to deal with, without her personal matters on top of it.

Slipping out of the room and closing the door with a soft click, Kalia sighed. "That part of me died a long time ago." She had intended it as a thought, but it came out anyway. "That life doesn't exist." She did not want to think about her past. She hated that she had failed so many people, and childishly shied away from the fact. The guilt was always with her, though†no matter what she was doing, it was always in the back of her mind. That was why she was so intent on doing well in her new role as queen. She would not fail the elves as she had failed her own people. She couldn't deal with that; especially if it included her daughter and husband.

Deep in her heart, Kalia knew that her family would be able to forgive her if she did something wrong. The question was if she could forgive herself. But she was starting to believe that if she didn't get rid of the guilt of her past, of failing her parents and Railien, she would never be able to do it if she failed her family†her true family.

Thinking of her past brought back thoughts of Kaevan. And thoughts of him, in turn, brought back the dream she had had. Shivering, she recalled the vivid feelings in her dream and the fact that some of them had stirred when he kissed her earlier that evening. It disturbed her that he could rouse those feelings-only Legolas was supposed to be able to do that. Kalia did not want to think about what would happen if Kaevan knew she was still responding to his touch, as she had so long ago.

Of course she had taken lovers, others who had made her feel in the past. People would have thought her ill if she hadn't. But they hadn't made her feel like Legolas, or Kaevan, made her feel. But Kalia had thought that only one person could stir really powerful emotion in her, and that was Legolas, her husband, the one she loved with all her heart†Right?

But didn't you think that it was Kaevan back then? The irritating voice in her head had returned to haunt her once more. Alright, so maybe Kalia had thought it was Kaevan. But she hadn't fallen in love with him. Wanted him, and felt deeply for him, but she just didn't love him. It wasn't that Kaevan hadn't been desirable-he obviously had been, since she had never been interested in another the whole four years they had spent together. But now that he was back, she knew he expected her to accept him willingly. He still thought of her as his. But she wasn't. In her mind, he had failed her by not finding her soon enough. She wouldn't have had to fear for her life for so many years if he had been there to protect her. She could defend herself, true, but fighting just wasn't her passion. Her love of it had died with Railien, which was why she hadn't killed Tokilor when he had followed her from her homeland.

That was why she had let Tokilor pursue her all those years. That was why she had run instead of fought. She was almost ashamed to say that her past had so much influence in her present, but it did. It was vital to her that she not let down her daughter and husband as she had let down Railien, her parents, and her people.

Passing by Aliné's room, Kalia spared a quick glance inside. The door was partially ajar, as her daughter liked to leave it. Her little girl was growing up so beautifully. Her sleek black hair, now spread out on the pillows, normally ended in a soft curl at her elbow. Her eyes, though not quite as amazing as her father's, were an amazing blue, with a sparkle of life in them that suggested much. Kalia shook her head. Aliné would be sought after, she knew. The woman also knew that some would want to take advantage of her, lure her into believing they cared about her while they really only wanted her for her position or her beauty. But the Tuathe had confidence that she could protect her daughter from those people.

She took in a deep breath of the night air as she walked out the large double doors at the end of the hallway. They led to a large balcony on the upper level, overlooking the gardens. Kalia reveled in the peace of the land, wishing her own life was this way. A playful breeze was rustling some of the plants below, and the soft splashing of a fountain could be faintly heard. She rested her foot on one of the bars on the railing and bent over, resting easily on the barrier and gazed up at the sky.

A hand slid boldly up her thigh, pausing to caress her hip. Kalia felt her breath catch in her throat as she was pulled against a firm chest. Lips slid down her neck, desire coursing through her veins as she leaned into him. She fought hard to look up into his face, but she could not as the feelings he stirred inside her washed over her in waves. The hand continued to trail lightly up, but right before it reached her breast it vanished.

Kalia was completely unprepared for that abrupt return to reality. She whipped around, but she was alone. What she had experienced had just been a flash. She doubled over, trying to recover from the overwhelming feelings that had just been roused in her. The woman was disturbed by the intensity of it. She was disturbed it had happened at all.

The wind caressed her, just like his hands had moments ago. Kalia shook uncontrollably, her mind swimming in confusion. She wanted answers, and knew of only one person who could possibly help her get them. Once she got a hold of her rampaging emotions, she slowly straightened. Drawing her hood up over her face and gathering her cloak tightly around her, she slipped away to call on her friend†and hopefully get some answers.

"Have you ever had these kinds of flashes before?" Anaeli asked, her brow furrowed in thought. She seemed just as perplexed by this as Kalia was, which did not comfort her. At all.

It was uncommon for humans to live amongst elves-very few were trusted. But since the elves had been leaving Middle Earth for Valinor for quite a long time, there weren't many remaining in Eryn Lasgen to stop them. And since Anaeli had been Aliné's nurse when she was little, and a good friend of Kalia's, Legolas had no problem with giving her a home of her own in the city. Legolas was king, after all.

Upon arriving at her friend's home, Kalia had told her everything. She wanted things to be as clear as possible, because she knew that Kaevan would do anything and everything to get her back, and wanted to get him out of her life quickly. If he was causing her to have a flash like that, then he was more powerful than she thought, which made her all the more anxious to get rid of him. So she informed Anaeli of her past relationship with him, of his return, and of anything else she deemed important.

"No. The closest thing I can think of is when I was getting those powers, and I had no control over my actions." A flush crept over her cheeks as she remembered that was the night she had met Legolas. "One more thing, please don't tell Legolas about this. He doesn't even know about Kaevan, and has enough to worry about as it is." Anaeli nodded. She never had, and did not intend to, reveal anything her friend had told her to keep between them. Kalia looked at her expectantly, waiting for her opinion.

"I don't know, I don't think it's anything to worry about. Meeting Kaevan again has caused a lot of stress to you this evening, and it is very late. You are probably just tired. Go back to sleep, but if it happens again, come see me," The human advised.

"I don't think I can sleep again tonight," Kalia admitted.

"At least try," Anaeli coaxed. "You do have duties, you know, though not as many as the king, you still need to be awake for them. If you can't fall asleep, take one of these." Walking over to her cabinet and drew out a small, leather bag. She took out a couple of leaves and handed them to her friend. "Just one, though." Kalia sighed and nodded.

"Thank you." Kalia had a feeling this was going to be a very long night.

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