Pre story A/N: Ok this gets a bit spicier so be careful. Also, I know I stole one of the scenes from American wedding but still, it seemed like a fun situation. ;-)
And so it was to be that the Prince and Silivren would wed.
At their engagement party, they sat away from each other. Both sitting at separate ends of the table, because his friends and some other royals each wanted to sit next to him, until Legolas excused himself and winked at her as he stood up and left. She did the same a few minutes later and no one was the wiser. Silivren walked down the corridor lit by candles that never seemed to go out even with a gust of wind.
"Legolas?" she called out, but there was no answer. Walking to the back where the gardens were, she looked around frantically for him, but did not see him. Disappointed she started to turn and walk back.
Suddenly, she felt a strong hand wrap around her wrist and she was pulled into a nearby dark corner where she was pressed against the wall and soft familiar lips claimed hers.
She arched her back against Legolas and he groaned gently, feeling her breasts press into his chest. Their kissing became more passionate and Legolas could not help but reach for both supple breasts and knead them gently, making her moan and grind her hips against his. Still kissing, he gently rolled up her dress and his fingers caressed her inner thighs. He pulled his face back suddenly, but not his fingers.
"Do you wish for me to stop?" he whispered and she replied with a ragged, "No."
"Are you positive?" he smiled wickedly. "What happened to your morals?"
"Well, we are getting married, are we not?" she sighed and then gently reminded him ," I said not to stop."
His lips returned to hers and when his fingers finally reached her heated center, she cried out into his mouth and moved her hips into his hand. He pulled back to see her flushed, pleasure-stricken face. She moved in to kiss him but he pushed her back.
"I want to see your face," he whispered. "You are beautiful."
He smiled as he continued his ministrations, watching her respond to his actions, until finally, she dug her nails into his back and cried out his name.
Breathing hard, she asked, "Do you think anyone heard us?" Legolas smiled.
"Us?" he said. "No. You, definitely."
"Oh," was her reply and she looked at the ground, feeling a bit embarrassed.
"But I like that," he said, his fingers lightly caressing her throat. "You're not afraid to let people know what you like." He smiled as she hit him on the shoulder. "But let us go back, people must be getting curious."
And so Legolas went first and in a few minutes, Silivren followed, except now she had a plan for revenge.
Legolas sat talking to no one and swirling the wine in his goblet. He hated parties. They were always so dull and he couldn't even sit next to his bride-to-be. He had to sit with his friends and all the other royalty of his and other kingdoms, but it seemed that now Silivren was nowhere to be seen and his friends were much more preoccupied about discussing the book they read in philosophy.
He sighed and leaned back and then he felt it. His tights were slowly being pulled down under the table. He froze as he felt a soft hand wrap around his-
"Legolas!" one of his friends called to him from across the table. Legolas looked up at him. His lower body was hidden by the table cloth and he felt the mysterious hand pull down his tights a bit more.
Swallowing, he replied, "What?"
"Do you believe that the synthetic entities of this world have brought forth the inevitable destruction of all that is good or do you believe otherwise?" his friend asked in one breath. Legolas could not think with that hand....that soft hand....
"Um.....the first one," he said and the table broke out into debate once more. Now that everyone was ignoring him, Legolas slowly looked under the table cloth to see Silivren with a wicked smile on her face. Still stroking him, she blew a kiss and waved. He gave her a deadly look and whispered, "Not here!" but she responded in wrapping a slender hand around his erection and moving it up and down painfully slow. Sitting up again, he gritted his teeth as a wave of pleasure passed over him and knowing she wasn't letting go until....until.....oh crap!
He looked under the table cloth again and whispered, "Silivren, do you know what happens to an ellon when he- ".
"Of course I do!" she whispered back, "Now put the table cloth down or someone will notice."
Sitting up again, he felt her hand move up and down his member and closed his eyes, trying not to make any noise. But he was taken by surprise as she took him into her mouth and groaned loudly into his napkin.
The lady sitting next to him looked concerned. "Are you alright, Prince Legolas?" she asked. He nodded.
The friend sitting next to her asked, "Now where is that little fiancé of your?"
The lady sitting next to him smiled. "Why, I haven't seen her all night."
"Probably galloping with some other stallion," she whispered to her friend, but Silivren heard and grew quite angry, accidentally nipping Legolas and making him jump slightly.
Legolas felt the inevitable and gripped his napkin, stuffing it in his mouth as he felt his release. Breathing hard, he saw Silivren suddenly appear in her usual spot, looking perfect and smiling. She winked at him and had that look on her face that screamed mischief.
The two ladies next to him got up and as they did, his expression turned to shock and he saw Silivren giggle uncontrollably. They did not notice that their skirts were covered with....with......
"Come on, Legolas," Silivren said running over to him, "Let's dance." She grabbed his hand and started to pull him to the dance floor but he did not move. "Legolas!" She was suddenly pulled back into his arms yet it was not a gentle embrace although it appeared so to everyone else.
"I have a reputation to uphold," he growled to her. "I am the Prince of Mirkwood and don't you ever do that again."
"In public you mean?" Silivren smiled and he glared at her. "Alright alright, I won't. But don't tell me you didn't enjoy it."
"That's besides the point," he said angrily.
"No, it's not," she shot back, "You liked it! You liked the fact that you could have gotten caught. It EXCITED you, didn't it?"
"Silivren," a smile appeared on Legolas' face. "Whether I liked it or not, if we were caught, it would be a huge scandal. So....let's just wait for the wedding night."
"So now you're the moral one," she sighed, "Well at least now I know that your one true fetish is sex in public." Legolas laughed and led her to the dance floor.
"Oh joyous night!" cried Silivren's father, "Joyous night! Can our lives get any happier?" His wife rolled her eyes.
"See? Do you see?" he smiled as he took another sip of wine. "Everything that I promised came true. We will now be rich. We will be royalty! All because of me! I am truly the great elf that I said I was!"
Their eyes and attention soon turned to Silivren and Legolas, dancing close to a romantic and slow song. Both looked like they were painted on a canvas and people whispered that they had not seen such a love since Beren and Luthien.
The night was a joyous occasion until Sarad Browntwig showed up with his entourage, unnoticed. He smiled as he looked at all the happy elves, dancing, drinking, singing, talking, laughing.
"What a night this is!" he said with a smile. "Excuse me," he tapped a tall brown-haired elf. "What is reason of this splendid celebration?"
"The Prince has found a bride," the ellon beamed.
"Oh, I see," said Sarad, "And who, if I may, is this lucky elleth?"
"Why, it is Silivren Silverbranch, daughter of Asret Silverbranch, a very very important elf in these parts," the ellon said and then turned to the elleth that he was flirting with earlier.
Sarad's face had flushed a deep red and he seethed with fury. He turned to see Asret with a golden goblet in his hand, laughing and talking with the King. Gritting his teeth, he made his way towards them.
How dare this small shop keeper make a fool of everyone, including their King, and even reject Sarad's own handsome son? His anger soared and as he reached them, he tapped the King on the shoulder.
Thranduil stood up and smiled and as they walked away, Sarad told him everything. The smile on Thranduil's face disappeared and a blank and cold expression was replaced by it.
"Is this the truth, Sarad?" the King asked quietly.
"It is, your majesty," Sarad said, "You have been fooled! We have all been fooled!"
Taking a swig of wine, the King pulled away from Sarad and walked over to Asret and smiled. Asret smiled back.
"What a splendid night!" said Asret. "Two important men, becoming family. What a night, what a night."
"Come with me, Asret," the King said and led Asret to a platform in front of the party. All quieted down and the music stopped. Silivren was caught in a dip but Legolas quickly pulled her up as his father gestured for them to come to the platform.
When they got there, Thranduil spoke.
"I wanted to take this time to say a few things about Asret Silverbranch," the King said.
"Oh really, you don't have to, your highness," Asret flushed. Thranduil merely smiled.
"Oh trust me, Asret, I want to," and continued on, "Asret Silverbranch claims to be a very important man. A man of many trades, of much knowledge."Asret smiled and waved and laughed nervously.
"Yet he has us all fooled," the King then turned with a cold eye to Asret and Asret froze, "He is nothing but a poor shopkeeper, a dog, a scoundrel, and no son of mine will ever marry that whore of a daughter that he has."
"King Thranduil, I..." Asret began, but was suddenly jolted with a slap to his cheek.
"Silence, you beast!" Thranduil fumed, "You are no longer allowed within 100 feet of my home and your daughter is to be nowhere near my son or I swear I'll have your entire family exiled. Now get out! Get out before I call the guards!"
Tears of fury ran down Asret's face. "I can forget a lot of things," Asret hissed, "But I will never forget that slap and if I see your boy near my daughter ever again, I'll behead him with my bare hands!" He then grabbed Silivren, whose hand tore from Legolas' and dragged her off the platform. Legolas began to go after her, but his father held him back.
"Let her go son," he said to him, "That family is not worth anything." Legolas turned to him with a cold and sad expression.
"But she's worth everything to me," and he tore away and walked back to the palace in the opposite direction.
The next day at school, Legolas showed up with three guards at his side who made sure that Silivren was not within 20 feet of him. And so they stood 20 feet apart, staring longingly at each other and mouthing sweet nothings while the guards stood rigid and serious, prepared to strike if she took another step.
"I don't understand how this happened," sighed Silivren as she sat in the back of philosophy class with her friends. "One moment we hate each other, and they want us to be married, but now that we are in love, they don't want us getting married. It's like some cruel joke."
"Oh Silivren who were you kidding?" a girl in front of her turned around. "Your father is a nobody. You are a nobody. Did you really think that you were going to marry a prince? This isn't some human fairytale."
"Nobody asked you Sina," shot Vellon, but Silivren rested a hand on his arm.
"She is right," she sighed. "It was a fairytale."
"Why do you give up so easily?" Vellon cried out. The entire class looked back at him and he continued ," .....err.....for that is not the ethics of philosophy!"
"Vellon, we are not talking about that right now so please pay attention," the professor barked. Vellon nodded and waited when the professor started to lecture again.
"Listen, you are in love, Silivren," Vellon said, "You cannot give up that easily. Love is so hard to come by these days. Almost nobody is in love. What you and Legolas have is special. Don't let it go!"
"We'll see," said Silivren and finally tuned into the lecture.
Legolas sat with his friends with the two guards standing a few feet behind him.
"This is ridiculous," he snarled, "I have not been followed by guards since I was little."
"So, what are you going to do about it?" asked his friend Silmar, taking a bite of his sandwich. Legolas suddenly sat up.
"I'm going to do what I did when I was little," he smiled, "Lose them and go to her.....wait....her father......Felmil, will you do me a favor?"
"Of course," Felmil nodded.
"Can you deliver a letter to Silivren as quickly as possible?" he asked, whispering. Felmil nodded again and Legolas took out some parchment, wrote something rapidly, sealed it and gave it to Felmil. "Thank you, my friend. This is a great deed you do for me."
"No problem," Felmil laughed, "Just hand over that royal sandwich and I'll be on my way."
Legolas sat quietly by the river. He wondered if Felmil delivered the letter in time or if he forgot while eating the 'royal' sandwich. Yet even having a chance to see her was definitely worth skipping lunch. Sighing, he laid down on the ground and looked at the stars. He had used his old tactic of excusing himself to go the bathroom and then running into the trees.
Suddenly, his view was blocked by someone hungrily attaching their lips to his. The familiar smell flooded his senses and wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her on top of him. She smiled against his mouth and moaned softly.
Pulling away, Silivren whispered, "I thought I'd never see you again. It's been hell not having you with me."
"I know," he said, gently stroking her back as she lay with her head to his chest, listening to the steady rhythm of his heartbeat.
"Everyday has just been so horrible," she raised her head and looked at him, tears in her eyes, and gently caressed his cheek. "I just don't understand why this would happen." And then suddenly, she moved away from him.
"But I guess now you know," she sniffed and looked into the river.
"Know what?" he asked, sitting up.
"That I'm....I'm.....not..royalty," Silivren said.
"Do you think I care?" Legolas pulled her against him and cradled her like a child. "Such petty things do not concern me. But what does concern me is the fact that our fathers are ruining everything."
"We must do something," she said.
"If we do something it must be rash," he sighed. Silivren looked into his eyes.
"How rash?" she asked, nervously.
"Have you ever heard of.....eloping?" Legolas asked and Silivren's face turned to surprise and then shock.
"Are you being serious?!"Silivren pulled away completely, "Without the blessings of our parents?"
"It is the only way, Silivren," he said gently. "But I would understand if you do not wish to go through with it." Silivren swallowed and straightened out her skirts.
"No I do wish to do it," she sighed. "It's just my mother won't be there..."
"Your mother is a kind being," he said softly, "She will understand." Silivren nodded.
"Let's get this done quickly though," she moved against him, "I've been quite lonely without your touch." His fingers caressed her cheek and she grabbed his hand and kissed it.
"As soon as possible," he whispered and pulled her down against him, kissing her passionately. His tongue caressed hers and she seemed to melt against him. "Five days?" She ground her hips hard into his. "Alright, tomorrow it is."
She laughed and stood up. "We will surely get caught if we wait here another second," she whispered. "And I do not wish to spend the night in your father's dungeon."
"If you do, I'll come down and keep you company," he smiled.
"I'll pass," she said, and after more kissing, tears, I love you's, and good-bye's, the two parted ways for the night.
A/N: What do you think? Liked it? Hated it? Some feedback would be nice.
Tiffany: Bollywood movies are Indian movies. It's like Hollywood, but Indian. 'Dil' means love in Hindi or does it mean heart? Meh...I forget. And my other story is a fanfic about Johnny the Homicidal Maniac which is the best comic book ever! It's a bit dark, but it's very good.
Moxie: this is a bit late but yes the elleth in green was Silivren.