"What were you thinking Silivren?" the instructor screamed. "Because of your idiocy, Prince Legolas's life and reputation would have been destroyed! He is not some regular elf boy you can toy around with! This is the future King of Mirkwood!"
Silivren wiped another tear from her eye and then walked up to Legolas and looked up at him. His eyes did not meet hers.
"I'm sorry, Prince Legolas," she whispered tearfully. Their eyes met for a second and then he walked out of the healing room.
"I hated that lecture on plant regrowth," sighed Vellon. Silivren and the rest of her friends walked through the courtyard. Suddenly Silivren stopped.
"Oh!" she cried, annoyed, "I forgot my history book in that horrid class." Her friends sighed and told her they would be waiting for her near the river. She nodded and ran off. Looking down at her books, she felt stupid for forgetting it.
When she looked up, she saw that she had almost ran into Legolas who looked at her with expressionless eyes. She moved to the right to let him pass and he did the same. Then she moved to the left and he did the same as well. Finally, she just slid by him, careful not to touch him. After that whole camping ordeal, they had not pestered each other or spoke. In fact, things had become downright awkward. She caught him looking at her sometimes, but then perhaps that was because she was looking at him. But wait....why was she looking at him? She tried to block him out of her mind, but she could not. He seemed to fill all those empty crevices in her head.
She cursed silently to herself. 'No fucking way I'm falling in love with that bastard Prince,' she thought as she hurried to get her history book.
But nevertheless, Silivren started to dress herself better than she did before for school. Who was she trying to impress? Well, although she denied it, she knew exactly who she was trying to catch the eye of.
She still let her hair stay up, but let it down sometimes in the middle of class where she knew Legolas could see. As she would let it down, she would shake her head to loosen the black silky strands as her waist long hair would cascade down her back. She did not know if she had gotten Legolas' attention, but she could almost feel the eyes of the other boys in her class staring at her.
Her clothing however was not very revealing since she decided that he had seen enough of her through that stupid almost transparent nightgown she wore. She now wore long tight dresses that outlined her curves with long sleeves that revealed very little. but the top of her cleavage and her neck would be exposed.
Of course, Silivren had never seduced a boy in her entire life, but she decided there was a first time for everything. She was the hunter. He was her prey and she was determined to....to.....well she didn't know yet, but when it happened, she'd know!
As her and her friends walked by Legolas and his friends, Silivren suddenly fell against Vellon.
"I think I sprained my ankle!" she cried and looked at Legolas, who stared with an uninterested expression. Suddenly he looked down and saw a scroll at his feet and when he looked up their eyes met. But to Silivren's complete and utter dismay, he did not pick it up and merely scowled and walked off with his friends. The scroll was left on the ground.
To her friends' surpise, Silivren suddenly straightened up and stormed off. They all looked at her confused and worried.
"What the hell has gotten into her these days?" asked Simil.
"No idea," the rest of them sighed.
Daritan Bluestar decided to have a party in order to celebrate his parents' two month stay in Rivendell. As at Silivren's party, there was music and dancing, but in this case, somebody lit a huge bonfire and many of the elves danced around it, drinking and being merry. Silivren knew Legolas would be at this party so she dressed her very best.
She had let her hair down and brushed it so that it was glossy and soft. She wore a long green velvet dress embroidered with gold on the edges and sleeves that clung tightly to her curves and only exposed her bare feet, her hands, and her cleavage and neck. As she stood talking with her friends, her eyes searched the room for the Prince. He was talking and laughing with his friends. He wore his hair in his usual fashion ("Him and his stupid perfect hair," she scowled) and wore a silver tunic. The bastard looked like a god.
His eyes averted from his friends and locked with hers. She held his gaze for an instant and then looked away.
"What's wrong, Silivren?" asked Villon. "You look glum. Perhaps some wine will cheer you?" Silivren laughed. She was never the kind to have a drink, but she was feeling stressed and upset.
"Sure," she giggled and drank all the wine in the goblet in one gulp. Her friends looked at her, astonished. She smiled as someone poured her another, and another, and another, until her vision blurred slightly and she could not stand on her feet any longer. She sat on the ground and looked around her. Everything was spinning and there seemed to be so many people surrounding her. She covered her face in her hands and hoped with all her heart that they would all go away. She was so very scared.
Suddenly, she felt someone pick her up. 'Vellon is surely my best friend,' she thought as she was carried into a carriage. She was put on the soft seat of the carriage and slowly opened her eyes and to her surprise it was not Vellon that had carried her, but Legolas.
"What.....," she began, but he put a finger against her lips.
"Stay quiet, you stupid girl," he said, "If your parents had taught you any discipline, you wouldn't be drunk at this moment." She looked at him, weary-eyed. 'Damn he looks nice," she thought.
"What happened?" she groaned, pushing his hand away, "I thought I only had a few glasses."
"Try again," he said, "Yes you had a few.....a few bottles! Where did you learn to drink like that?"
"I don't know," she said, "Please don't take me home."
"What?" he said. He motioned the carriage driver to stop. "Where am I supposed to take you then?"
"I don't know," she sighed, looking at him with sad eyes, "My father would kill me if he saw me in this state. You can just leave me here if you want."
"And have your death on my conscience?" he smirked. "No thanks. I suppose you can sleep in one of the guest rooms."
"Oh, thank you!" she beamed at him and he couldn't help but smile a little, but he was not prepared to react when her arms wrapped around him and her lips collided with his cheek. He grabbed her by the shoulders and held her in place.
"Just what in the hell do you think you're doing?" he asked.
"Kissing you," she replied and leaned in once more, but his grip was strong. "Just a small thank you."
"You're drunk, Silivren," he said. "Keep to your side of the carriage." And he pushed her back gently over to the other side, but she returned once more, her lips gently kissing his neck as her hands tugged at his tunic. Alright, he admitted it, it felt nice. Alright, more than nice, but the stupid wench was drunk and whether he wanted to or not, he was not going to get any from her tonight. Now, he just had to focus on resisting her efforts through the rest of the carriage ride.
He grabbed her once more and holding her firmly said, "Silivren, behave." She giggled and tossed her hair over her shoulder.
"I can't," she said and the touch of her fingers where she had put them made him jump. He grabbed both of her wrists and shoved her a little harder onto the opposite side of the carriage. Hoping this would discourage her, he relaxed.
That is until he felt her climb on top of him once more, whispering in his ear, "Don't pretend like you don't want me."
"I don't," he lied. "Now get off of me." He pushed her back once more and held her down with one foot on her stomach so try as she might, she could not get up.
"You hate me," she pouted, her eyes glistening with tears. "It's because I'm ugly, isn't it?"
"You're drunk, you idiot!" he cried. "Now shutup!"
"Owwwwwwwww!" she cried. "Don't talk so loud. My head hurts."
"Well if you hadn't gotten drunk off your arse, then perhaps this wouldn't be happening," he said.
"Well maybe if it wasn't for you, I wouldn't have gotten drunk in the first place," she smirked. Was he hearing her right? Of course, this could just be because she was drunk, but people were known to spill their biggest secrets when they were drunk and not remember it the next day.
"What do I have to do with it?" he asked, relieving the pressure from her stomach.
"Everything," she whispered lazily.
"I don't understand," he said.
"I think the scroll explained it quite well, that is, if you read it," she said.
"Yes I read it," he said looking out the window. He did not know what to think. He felt her struggle against his foot.
"I want to die," she cried, holding her head in her hands. He released his foot completely. "It hurts so much." She now cowered in pain on the other side, ignoring him. Then she threw herself at his feet.
"Just kill me now, please!" she cried. "It hurts so very much!" Legolas was no stranger to being drunk and so feeling pity (and something else that he was trying to ignore), picked her up gently in his arms and held her against him, while she whimpered softly about the pain.
"It will go away in the morning," he whispered. She felt so warm and comforting against him that he almost fell asleep in the carriage, that is until the door flew open and he had to right himself. He carried her into the guest room that was connected to his room in the palace. He used it as a place to read and get away, but tonight, she would stay in it. He lay her down gently on the bed and then left quickly. She had fallen asleep. He lay awake, thinking about her.
What was it that compelled this girl to like him, no, love him? She was like no other girl he had met because she actually dared to do something about his rudeness. She dared to stand up to him and she dared to do something about her feelings. She dared to get in his face and tell him he was wrong. At every philosophy discussion there was in class, she would always be there holding completely opposite views. And damnit she was pretty too!
As he closed his eyes, he again imagined her body pressed against his and with that went into a dreamless sleep. But when he awoke the next morning, he could feel soft warm lips on his own and a familiar sensation as a smaller and warmer form pressed into his own. His eyes slid open slowly and he saw her straddling his stomach.
"I am no longer drunk," Silivren whispered, "And I'm sorry I could not control myself better, with wine or without." She then jumped off of him and ran out the door and left him to lie and think about his feelings.
She ran into the carriage and asked the driver to take her to her home, or at least close to her home for she did not want him to see where she lived. After a while, the carriage came to a stop, but it was not at the place where she asked him to go. She started to protest to the carriage driver, but the door flew open and Legolas stepped into the carriage.
He sat down on the same side as her and pulled her into his arms.
"Think you can just do that to someone and walk out of their bedroom?" he asked, his lips dangerously close to hers. But to Silivren's surprise it was he who closed the gap and their lips met in a passionate and deep kiss. The blood that coursed through both of them seemed to boil as they clung to each other in the romantic embrace (A/N: Yes this is still the kiss. They haven't done anything......yet).
"Stupid little nymph," he smiled at her as he stroked her hair. "How is it that you managed to steal my heart without me noticing?"
"A talent, I suppose," she smiled. "But you stole mine first so I needed a replacement."
"Is that so?" he asked, crushing her against him, and planting small kisses down her exposed neck line.
"Yes," she gasped, arching into him. She had often imagined what it would be like to be with Legolas, but her fantasies did not match the many sensations she was feeling at the moment. And they had only been kissing. They had not gone further than that, but already she felt like she was on fire. Every kiss only added more oil to the flame.
He buried his face in her hair as the carriage driver returned to the castle. To Legolas, having her there just felt right. There was no other way to explain it. It was as if she belonged in his arms. As if she was made especially for him.
They had breakfast arranged in a large green pasture. They sat together and fed each other. At one point, however, he had accidentally made a strawberry fall down her dress at which he chuckled at but she then proceeded to hit him so hard that he accidentally spilled his wine on his rather expensive looking shirt. He growled and shot her a mean look. But she merely giggled.
"You'll pay for this," he said in a rather menacing voice.
"That is," she started to get up, "If you can catch me." And before he could pounce on her, she ran off down into the forest. He took a moment to remove his wine-stained shirt and then took off after her, following her scent and foot prints. He stopped and looked up at the tree that the foot prints seemed to stop at.
Suddenly, something hard hit his head.
"Ai!" he cried, rubbing the spot. He then heard a giggle and looking up, saw Silivren trying to hold back laughter as she held a handful of chestnuts and sat on a branch.
"You little wench," he cursed her, "Just wait till I get my hands on you....."
"I've BEEN waiting," she smiled and chucked another chestnut at him. "You just can't seem to catch me." He dodged it easily and then started to climb up the tree. Silivren giggled and then dropping the chestnuts jumped to the ground and ran off.
Legolas smiled. This was the biggest mistake she could have made. He took off after her once more.
Suddenly Silivren no longer heard Legolas behind her and she stopped, catching her breath. Looking around, nothing moved. There was a strange silence and then suddenly she was pinned down to the ground. She laughed as Legolas attacked her sides, tickling her. Finally he stopped, but still had her pinned down by the wrists. They stared at each for a long time and then burst into laughter.
"You suck at running," he commented.
"You suck at climbing trees," she bit back.
"No I don't, "he said. "Once you get to know me, you'll realize I'm good at everything."
"No, you're a horrible dancer," she said, "and I hear you can barely bring water to a boil without hurting yourself somehow."
"Care to find any other of my many faults?" he smiled down at her.
"No, you don't have any more," she sighed.
"I'm glad you think so," he said and then let his lips encompass hers. She moaned against his mouth and her arms wrapped around his neck as he let go of her wrists and his hands descended to her hips. Suddenly, she pushed at him and he pulled back, lust in his eyes, yet he did not protest.
"Something wrong?" he asked.
"This was not how I imagined our first...um.........meeting of this type," she said, blushing slightly.
"So you imagined this before?" he smiled.
"Oh shutup!" she said, pushing at him once more until he got off of her, "Don't pretend like you didn't either."
"Believe it or not, I didn't think I had a chance with you," he said, "So I tried not to imagine things that could not be."
"But afterwards surely you must have..." she began.
"Nope, not even then," he said shaking his head. "Didn't want to tempt myself lest I get rejected."
"Well, you sure have a talent for making a girl feel like a whore," she smirked at him as she rose to her feet. He drew her close to him before she could protest.
"If that was my intention with you, then this would have ended a long time ago," he frowned. She stayed quiet, avoiding his gaze and then slowly looked up at him. He was looking down at her with a serious look in his eyes.
"I'm sorry," she said in a small voice.
"You better be," he held her closer, running his hands up and down her back.
And as they walked down a sunlit pathway back to the palace, Legolas had to ask ,"So how did you imagine it to be?"
A/N: Thank you to all my wonderful reviewers! I greatly appreciate all reviews and I'm glad you all are enjoying!! :-) 3 you all!