Silivren lay on her back, next to Legolas, who sat in a marble chair, under the stars on his balcony. There was not a moment that they were not apart and that had made both their parents very happy (especially Silivren's father).

"What do you think of all of this?" Legolas's clear voice broke the silence. He wore a beautifully made light silver tunic and his hair was done in his usual neat fashion. Silivren looked down at herself. She was wearing a green dress that had a smudge of dirt on it. She hoped he didn't notice. She felt like such a peasant compared to him.......and in the back of her mind she knew the awful truth. She was, but he would except her nonetheless. She knew it. She just knew it.

She slowly sat up and felt like even more of a peasant for laying down while he sat, looking very high class, in his hand-carved marble chair.

"Of what?" asked Silivren, shifting uncomfortably and straightening her back, trying to look a bit more sophisticated.

"Of us being together after what we have done to each other?" he turned his head towards her, but she did not want to look in his eyes. She hated his gaze and no matter how much she tried to hold it, in the end her eyes would bow to his. He had the eyes of a King.

"Ironic," she replied, "But I suppose if it's meant to be, it's meant to be."

"What?" he looked down at her, "What does that have to do with anything?" It was not said malevolently, but in a crude, almost mocking way.

"I am a great believer in destiny," she smiled, still avoiding his eyes. "Also, you always were attracted to me."

"Alright....so maybe I was," he said smugly, "But you fancied me too."

"I did not fancy you," she scoffed, "I thought you were gorgeous, but I am not as shallow as to fancy someone just because they look attractive."

"So I look attractive, do I?" he laughed.

"Oh shush, you know you do," she sighed. "If I looked half as good as you, I wouldn't have the troubles that I have today."

There was silence and then she felt his fingers on her face, pushing her face towards his. He held her face in his hands and forced her to look at him in the eyes. This time, instead of the kingly gaze, his eyes were serene and calm.

"Don't you ever say that about yourself," he whispered to her, "You are one of the most beautiful and intelligent elleths in all of Mirkwood. Never ever say such a thing again."

"Oh wonderful, yes you added intelligent at the end," she smiled, "You know what that means." He smirked.

"If you say one more thing......," he warned, looking very serious and pointing a finger at her..

"You'll what?" she bit out at him and smiled wickedly as he recoiled. Suddenly he started to tickle her. She cried out and laughed, trying to squirm away, but he held her down easily.

"I give in!" she cried, feeling like she was about to die of laughter. He stopped tickling her.

"Do you promise to never say that again?" he smiled.

"No," came the reply and the tickling became more intense.

"Alright!" she screamed. "Alright! I promise, just stop!" He stopped and before she could catch her breath, his lips latched onto hers. Their kiss was intense and heat spread through both of their bodies. He pushed her down to the balcony floor and proceeded his attack on her mouth. Legolas cupped one of her breasts and she moaned softly against him, gasping into his mouth as his thumbs grazed her nipples. Silivren had never felt so much pleasure in her life, allowing him to continue until finally his hands began to wander in places she did not want them to be.

"Erm...Legolas, "she pushed up at him and he looked at her with lustful frustration. "This is not how I imagined it either."

"Well then how did you imagine it?" he asked, sounding a bit annoyed. "Not in a tree, not on the ground, not under the stars.....where else dammit?"

"That is not an issue," Silivren said slowly. "It's....it's just...."

"Yes?" he pushed her on, eager to hear her desires, her most passionate secrets. He wanted to hear them all so much that his gaze on her could not be wavered even if Sauron himself walked onto the balcony.

"I....I imagine us to be married......," she said in a hushed whisper.

At first she was surprised, because his face soon turned to sadness then confused as he pulled himself off of her and walked into his lavish room. She stood up as well and followed him.

In his mind, she had said a horrible thing...the 'm' word. He did not want to be married. He was too much of a free spirit. And now her and his father and her father would be pushing him...oh this was all too much.

'She acts as if it's so fucking sacred,' he mocked her in his head. 'Little does the ignorant elleth realize that intimacy is not as sacred as it once was. If she only knew how many lovers I have had and the pleasure that I could offer her.....' But his thoughts were interrupted.

"Well I'm not about to spread my legs at any old time and place, your highness," she said angrily and walked off the balcony. "That....that....act is only to be done with people who love each other and who are destined to be together. It is not to be taken casually like so many others take it! If you think-"

"If I think:?" he looked smugly at her, "If I think what? That I'm going to fuck you here and now, I'd better think twice?" She gasped at his choice of words. For some reason, now that her and Legolas were closer, he seemed to be beyond that kind of language, beyond anything, but she stayed quiet nevertheless.

"Let me tell you something, child," he hissed at her as he approached her slowly. "You will not be my first fuck. You will not be my second fuck. You don't even come close to 200,700, 3,000. You think 'that act', called sex by the way, is so intimate and sacred? Then I guess you'll be surprised to know that all of your friends are doing it. Especially your female ones, and trust me, I would know. I've fucked them all. Grow up and look at reality, look at these modern times. You clearly have little sense of anything."

"And neither do you!" Silivren snapped. They were standing only inches apart. "You think I care if all my friends are being promiscuous!? You think I'm going to be like everyone else and fuck just because everyone else is doing it? Then you obviously don't know shit about me because I am not one to give into society's expectations. You can keep fucking all the sluts you want, but just know that I will NEVER be like that."

"Well, aren't you the moral one," he said it mockingly. It wasn't a question. Silivren's dark eyes narrowed.

"You'll never change," said Silivren, calmly, "And by the Valar, I was so naive to think that you couldn't have wanted anything else from me than what I gave you. I'm sorry that I disappointed you and that you didn't get yours tonight, your highness. I'm sure if you ask for any of the other girls, they could surely fill my place in your bed for the night."

She turned and was about to head out the door, when he caught her arm and turned her forcefully towards him.

"Simply impolite to walk out on a Prince when he hasn't said his reply," he said, an arrogant smirk on his face. "I haven't dismissed you yet."

"I didn't think I needed your permission to leave the room," she said and then softly added, "highness."

He released his grip on her arm, yet took her wrist quite harshly and held it in a tight grip in his hand.

"I don't know if I can fulfill that fantasy of us getting married, Silivren," he told her softly.

"And why not?" she asked. The grip on her wrist tightened, yet his face remained calm. He answered in a soft and yet stern voice.

"Because I simply do not wish to marry anyone at all," he said.

"Well you will have to someday, "she said bitterly, "We all have to do it. Do you think you get exempt because you are the Prince? Of course not! If anything, you are actually required to marry!" she sighed and then said softly, " But I can see why I wouldn't be a primary choice."

"Silivren do not say such things," he said, pulling her against his chest, yet not releasing her wrist.

"Why?" she asked, staring defiantly into his eyes, "Do I not speak the truth?"

"Of course not," he soothed. "I do not believe in marriage. It is a silly tradition that ends up nowhere. The couple, after so many summers of living together, loses all romantic qualities. Love starts to die between them. I would never want that to happen."

"It happens because couples LET it happen," she hissed. "Yet it seems that your only concern in our relationship is when you will get me into your bed. Time and time again, I was so blind to your true intentions. How simply stupid I have been."

"Then I am glad that we agree on one thing," Legolas smirked, releasing her wrist. "You have been simply stupid."

With one final glare, Silivren turned and left the room.

two hours later

Putting his book down, Legolas slumped in his carved marble chair outside and thought of Silivren. In truth, although he wouldn't admit it, he felt unbearably guilty for being so cruel, yet his desire for her drove him wild. He had never been with an elleth who refused him sexually. They had all been so willing, so eager to spend the night with the future king and yet here is Silivren, who has a complete disregard for authority and couldn't careless if he was royalty or not.

'She's the only person who has been real with me,' he realized, 'she's the only true friend I have.' Another pang of guilt consumed him and he arose and looked up at the stars.

'Would I get married just for her?' the thought scared him, yet a part of him wanted to marry her. A part of him screamed for her.

He sighed and walked inside and put his book on the shelf.

"Reading anything interesting?" a soft voice asked. Legolas did not turn around, but straightened his back.

"Very interesting," he replied, in a rigid tone. "Simply had to tear myself away."

"Yes, there is always something more important for a Prince to do," the voice gently mocked.

He turned to look at her and gasped. Her long hair had been let down and now moved with the wind around her waist and she was wearing a strapless green velvet gown, something elleths only wore for 'extra' special occasions.

"I am here for you," she whispered through the oncoming tears in her eyes, "Do what you will."

A/N: Sorry I have not updated! I've been super busy (this being my first semester at college and and all) but I hope you all enjoyed this chapter!