Of Such Sweet Love

Chapter 8.

I got a bunch of reviews on that last chapter, but i'm too lazy to write back personally, and besides, I hafto type the story. So thank you to all who reviewed, and to those who didn't, I'm sure you will this time. Smiles sweetly

Disclaimer: Yes, I confess, I own LOTR, that's why I'm sitting here in my room, with my laptop, typing this instead of out partying with Orlando bloom. Riiiiiiiight. Actually, I own nothing. Except this plotline, Ciryaher, Ondoher and Falastur. :D Read. Review. Be happy! : D

Sorry. No flashback in this chappie.

THIS CHAPTER CONTAINS SLUTTINESS AND DRUNKENESS! IF THIS IS NOT APPROPRIATE FOR YOU...DON'T READ! EASY CONCEPT EH?

Thoughts are 'thoughts'

Chapter 8.

"May I cut in?" Ciryaher simpered at Legolas with a sickening smile. Legolas looked at Arwen questioningly. Arwen sighed. Ciryaher pushed between her and Legolas. Pulling Legolas close to her she pulled him onto the floor.

Arwen took a goblet of wine. "Hussy."

After the dance Legolas and Ciryaher came back to the tables, which were packed with refreshments and elfin delicacies.

Arwen glared at Ciryaher, who, besides clinging to Legolas' arm as though she would fall off a cliff, was doing her very best to take deep breaths, inevitably causing all male elf's in her immediate vicinity to glance quickly at the low neckline of her gown.

Arwen reached for another glace of elfin champagne, and handed it pointedly to Legolas, she took another for herself, but before she could take a sip, Ciryaher snatched it from her hand.

"Thank you Arwen! You're such a dear! I was just telling Legolas about us when we were little elleths. Of course, only between talking about Mirkwood. Maybe you could join our conversation. Have you ever been there?"

Arwen gritted her teeth in what, from 50 feet, could be called a pained smile, "No, I haven't been there yet. But I will be going with Legolas when he returns to Mirkwood. After visiting my grandmother, Galadriel. Have you ever been to Lorien?"

"You will be returning with me?" Legolas looked surprised, Arwen turned her face to him, "Yes Legolas. I WILL be going with you."

The elfin musicians began to play another song; Ciryaher grabbed Legolas' hand, "Come Legolas! I love this dance! Arwen won't mind!"

Legolas looked to Arwen, Arwen shrugged, "No, go on, I'm fine, here all alone." Legolas missed the sarcasm as Ciryaher dragged him out onto the floor. Arwen seized another glass of champagne.

4 glasses, or was it 12? She couldn't quite remember... But quite a few glasses of alchaholic beverages later, Arwen was dancing around the floor with a handsome elf. She didn't know his name, he had told her, but she had forgotten. She steered him forcefully over to where Ciryaher was trying to press herself right through Legolas at the same time as trying to draw his attention to her very low neckline. A difficult feat.

'Well, you can't blame him, really,' mused Arwen. 'Seeing as she is doing her best to fall right out of her dress. What kind of elf wouldn't enjoy that? A TAKEN elf. He's MINE!'

"Are you alright my lady?" The tall elf was looking at her concernedly; Arwen looked back at him and realized she had a death grip on his arms. "Oh no my lord, I am sorry. I was distracted." She seized another glass of champagne as a serving elleth passed, "Lets dance shall we?"

Quite a while later, Arwen was being whirled around the floor by another elf. She was quite firmly drunk. Watching her throw her head back and laugh gave Legolas a sharp pang of jealousy. Dancing had always been HIS thing.

The song ended, and a slower one started. Legolas tried to push Ciryaher away and make his way to Arwen, but she threw her arms around his neck. Legolas continued to watch as the elf dancing with Arwen put his hands on her waist. Arwen was nestled into his chest. The elf's hands started to wander. Legolas felt anger rising in his chest and was about to walk over and show that elf that Arwen was TAKEN. But then Arwen looked up, and then suddenly, she and the tall elf were kissing, quite passionately.

Legolas gave a start, Ciryaher tugged at his arm. "Legolas, what is wrong? Is something the matter?" Legolas growled, "No nothing is wrong. Lets' dance." Ciryaher was only too happy to oblige. Legolas steered her over until they were next to Arwen. Then he carefully kissed Ciryaher's lips gently.

Ciryaher immediately latched onto his mouth. Taken by surprise, Legolas exhaled quickly, causing both Arwen and her partner to look over. Arwen peered at him for a moment, then pushed herself away from her partner. He took her hand, but one look at where she was headed and he quickly disappeared into the crowd.

Ciryaher was trying to pull Legolas' head back down; Arwen was walking over, wobbling slightly. Just before Arwen got there Ciryaher succeeded and she and Legolas were attached at the lips until Arwen pulled her forcefully off. Then she slapped Legolas' face. And tried to walk away.

Legolas stood there shocked for a minute. He had expected her to burst into tears, or scream, or kill Ciryaher, but he hadn't expected the pure hurt shining through her eyes. Anger he could have dealt with. Jealousy yes, but Arwen had looked as though the only thing she wanted right then was for him to be dead.

Ignoring Ciryaher he followed Arwen as she made her wobbly way through the crowd. She grabbed a half full wine bottle, and exited the hall. Legolas hurried outside. He shut the door just in time to see Arwen bump into a delicate pillar, take a step back, fall on her bottom, peer blearily up at the pillar and mutter. "Sorry, sir, sidn't dee you there."

Legolas went up to her. He bent down and grabbed her hand. He pulled her up. Arwen swung the bottle at him weakly, slopping some wine on the ground. "You! What are –hic- you doing –hic- here?"

"You're drunk. Why did you drink so much?"

Arwen took a deep breath and started down the hall. "Well, thir, it's because –hic- of an elf." Arwen giggled. "I'm not -hic- drunk anyway! –hic-" Legolas caught her as she fell over and slid to the floor. He scooped her up in his arms and carried her, bottle and all, up the stairs. With Arwen singing loudly all the way.

When he got her to her room, he set her down on a couch and firmly took the bottle away. Arwen tried to stand but fell back laughing weakly. "Give that –hic- back!" Legolas, needless to say, dumped the bottle out. After which, he brought a basin of cold water back into Arwen room. He set it on the table next to the couch. Then he took a cloth and dabbed cold water on her cheeks.

Arwen tried to hit him, but missed, striking the air some, 3-odd feet away from him. Legolas sighed, and taking hold of the back of her neck, dunked her whole head into the basin. Arwen sputtered and struggled. Legolas pulled her up immediately after dunking her.

She looked about surprised, then slurred out. "Call, the guards! I've deen brownded..." giggling weakly. Legolas dunked her twice more, then seeing no improvement, dumped the whole basin over her head.

Arwen started laughing, hysterically, Legolas picked her up, and carried the laughing, shaking, Arwen to a dry couch.

He sat on the couch and stroked her back. Finally her laughter turned to sobs, and she cried herself to sleep. Legolas called for two of her maids to come and get her ready for bed. He left, and contemplated retunring to the ball.

Finally, Legolas returned to the ball, he found Ciryhaer, who was trying her charms on an elf from legolas' guard. He sighed. The picked up a goblet of wine and downed it.

Legolas staggered up to bed two hours later, being carried by 3 men of his royal guard. Singing loudly, and off tune, he warbled while waving the wine bottle that was tightly grasped in his hand, in time to the song.

If you can't beat 'em, join 'em.

End of Chapter 8.

A.N. I know, I know, elfs probably wouldn't go get stark raving drunk, or tipsy, or whatever you wana call it. Elfs probably aren't sluts either. But these ones do. And these ones are. SO THER! author sticks out her tounge this is my story, and I am aloud to manipulate and change characters however I want. Because I am the author. :P author laughs its my world now, so suck it up. Besides, Arwen thinks she is loosing the guys of hers, and everybody elses dreams. And maybe she is. So shes depressed. And she goes and gets drunk. Hey, I've done it. And Legolas, well, evryelf deserves to get wasted once in a while. Tolkien wouldn't let him. Im very lenient. author pats a dunken Legolas on the head

A.N. The above authors note was not to any particular reviewer, just to the reading population in general. The author also begs you to remember that the elfs are, in human yeatrs, only about 20 or so. So if their vocabulary is rather different than tolkiens version, well, their young, their hip, their MINE! (actually their not)

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Spencer