"What is it that you want from me, Legolas?" Thranduil sighed. His handsome face looked tired.
"You know what I want, Adar, and it has nothing to do with you," Legolas stood in the empty hall, his voice echoing throughout the cavernous room. Thranduil frowned down at him from his throne.
"Of course it has do with me!" he growled. "If I allow this union, I will allow the breaking of the purest lineage among our people! Never has it been tainted with.....with..."
"Peasant blood," Legolas whispered.
"Yes," Thranduil smiled. "So you understand?"
"I understand very well," Legolas said coldly. "I understand that you are trying to make me live the life that you lived and make me suffer the same fate as you."
"You speak of my life as if it was a tragedy," Thranduil said. "Yet I have power, I have land, and I have happiness beyond anyone else's capacity."
"Who are you trying to convince, Adar?" Legolas chuckled. "You may have all of those things, things that I care nothing for, but you never had love. You never had the comfort of love."
"Your mother and I-," the King began.
"Married because of convenience," Legolas finished. "It helped that she was beautiful though, did it not? Made producing an heir much easier on your part." Thranduil trembled with fury.
"Get out," he hissed "Get out!" Legolas made a mocking bow and left the room.
It was almost taboo to speak of the Queen. Yet Legolas often overheard stories of her when he was younger. She was a free spirit and loved life, seeming to be almost the exact opposite of her husband. There was no love in that relationship, everyone knew, though Thranduil tried to hide it. The Queen, however, had no trouble telling people that she felt no strong emotion for her husband and when someone finally confronted him about it, he locked her away in her room. Yet unlike Thranduil, who was respected by all, the Queen had been loved by all and a helper had come in the night and taken her away and in the morning she was gone. The nearby elves that lived near the sea said they saw her on a boat to the Grey Havens.
Yet despite all of this, Legolas still felt much resentment towards his mother. She had abandoned him and left him to a strict upbringing. He feared he could never forgive her, but it mattered not, as he often told himself, because she had been gone for many centuries.
Walking down to his room, Legolas held the small silver ring in his hand. There would be no pre-wedding feast nor any of the other wedding traditions of his people, yet the exchanging of rings as well as consummation was quite enough to marry them.
Opening the door, he looked at the mess his usually tidy room was in. He had packed what he needed, which was not much, and he had the stable boys prepare his horse for.......something. He did not truly know how this would work out yet he knew that by tonight, he and Silivren would be wed.
He swiftly gathered his belongings and set foot to the stables. When he got there his horse, Arad, stood quietly tied to a post, his silver coat glistening in the sun. Saddling him up (which he hated to do), Legolas set off towards Silivren's home. His horse rode through upper class neighborhoods and the beauty of the houses slowly decreased as he rode on. Finally, he stopped at a tiny shack.
He couldn't believe anyone could live like this. This was the size of his room and bathroom put together! This made him want to get her out of there even sooner. Someone as intelligent and beautiful as she surely did not deserve to live in such a slum.
The sun had started to set and with ring in pocket, he left Arad a bit farther off and ran to her house. Looking in each room through the window, he discovered her asleep on (what appeared to him to be) a tiny bed. Opening the window, he slipped inside noiselessly and watched the rise and fall of her chest as she slept soundly. Slowly coming to her side, he stroked her cheek lovingly and kissed her softly.
Silivren awoke with a whimper and her eye lashes fluttered and then jumped open as she saw him. A smile spread across her face and she pulled his face to hers, kissing him with all the heat in her body. Groaning against her, he pulled her closer and his hand smoothed over a bodice covered breast.
She arched against him and then pushed him back.
"My father is in the next room!" She whispered.
"I don't care," he said in a not so low voice.
"Shhhhh," her hand reached to cover his mouth, but he grabbed her wrist.
"We do this now," he hissed. "I will wed you here and you will come to live with me in the palace."
"But your father..." she started.
"My father will grow to understand," he said. "He has to." He stood up and pulled her up with him.
Her face flushed as she realized the enormity of the situation as well as the mere embarrassment. Her room was a mess and above that it was very small. Her entire house must have looked like a crap hole to him.
Yet here she was, Silivren Silverbranch, about to be married to a Prince, who stood majestic and beautiful, very well clothed, in her drab little room. Her hair was mussed from sleep and she wore a thin white dress. What a sight they made...
"Silivren Silverbranch, by the Valar, I grant thee this ring that solidifies our eternal bond of love and marriage," he said as he slipped the silver ring on her finger.
"Is that what they really say?" she smiled.
"I don't know," he said. "I made it up." Both burst into quiet laughter.
She then walked over to her dresser and grabbed a silver ring.
"Legolas Greenleaf, by the Valar, I grant thee this ring that solidifies out eternal bond of love and marriage," she said and slid it onto his finger. It fit perfectly.
She smiled and embraced him, but their happiness was shattered as Asret exploded onto the scene. Both looked over to see him in the doorway.
"How dare you!" he growled. "How dare you do this in my very house!" He started to approach them when Silivren moved in front of him.
"No, Ada," she said. "I will not let you hurt him." Yet all of a sudden Legolas grabbed her and pushed him and herself out through the window. Landing in the soft grass, he picked her up and ran to his horse, galloping away as soon as they both mounted.
Hair and tears streaming, Silivren leaned back into him and sighed. When they arrived at the palace, he took her to the maid's quarters and made them prepare her for his father.
She was given a beautiful dark blue dress to wear as well as matching shoes. They had also made her hair so that several ribbons entangled delicately with her dark tresses. Yet she refused make-up. She did not want to seem fake.
When she was brought to Legolas, she looked like she was in a daze. His eyes widened at her beauty and his arms encircled her waist.
His fingers stroked the side of her face as he saw the worried expression in her eyes.
"This is happening so fast, Legolas," she whispered. "This.....this is just....insane."
"Worry not, my love, tonight your worries will lay in my bed," he said huskily and kissed her with the utmost care. Taking her arm, he led her down to royal hall where his father sat upon his throne.
"Who have you brought to me, Legolas?" the King said looking up. His expression darkened as he recognized her. "Did I not tell you to stay away from my son?"
"I brought her here, Father," Legolas said. "I beg of you to allow me to have this happiness. As your son and heir, I beg of you to accept our marriage."
"Your marriage?" the Mirkwood King boomed. "Your marriage which I did not witness nor bless?!"
"But Ada-" Legolas began.
"You will take her out of my sight at this moment Legolas, lest I let the guards tend to her," he said coldly. Silivren gasped and Legolas squeezed her hand.
Without hesitation, he led her out of the room and towards the stables.
"I was afraid this would happen," he sighed. "Now get on."
"What?" she looked at him in shock. Breathing a frustrated sigh, he grabbed her, ignoring her protests, and set her on his horse, then mounted behind her and set off at a full gallop.
"Legolas, where are we going?" she asked, but he did not pay attention. His jaw was set and his eyes cold and expressionless.
They rode for hours non-stop until finally the horse slowed and they stopped at a small clearing. He jumped off and staggered to the side, vomiting. Silivren gasped and moving off the horse, was beside him, rubbing his back and saying comforting words.
"I have failed you," he said, eyes tearing. She could feel the agony in his heart and mourned with him.
"No, Legolas," she whispered to him, "You have not failed me. We are in love and someday.....someday they will understand. For now, together, you and I, as husband and wife, will help each other and support each other through thick and thin." Legolas lovingly stroked her cheek.
"I married the strongest elleth in the land," he laughed softly, "Any other would have left me by now."
"I will be at your side no matter what," she embraced him and he took her in his arms.
"I have brought some money with me," Legolas said, standing up. "Come, we will go into town and have a hot meal and a room."
They rode into a small human town and stopped at the inn. It was not what Legolas was used to, but Silivren found it cozy and reassured him. They ate dinner quietly and then Legolas ordered them wine.
"To our marriage," he rose his goblet and Silivren did the same.
"To our marriage."
"Some wedding feast," he sighed.
"It was delicious," Silivren smiled. "Although the potatoes were a bit undercooked and the meat didn't taste quite right." Both burst into quiet laughter. Grabbing her hand, Legolas led her up the stairs and to their room. Lighting a fire, he watched as she brushed her hair at the wooden vanity.
He then moved to the bed and fell on his back, preparing to fall asleep and then moving over so that she could do so as well. Yet, instead he felt her weight on top of him and his eyes flew open.
"Think you can get away from me that easy?" she grinned, leaning down to kiss him passionately. Her tongue slipped in his mouth and he responded with his own, but stopped her as she reached down to unbutton his pants.
"Silivren as much as I would love to," he said softly, ".......but not in a hotel room. You deserve so much more." She laughed.
"I already have more than I could ask for," she purred. "Now kiss me." Smiling, he complied and she took off his tunic, revealing the well-toned muscles underneath. Unbuttoning his pants, she quickly straddled his stomach, but once again he stopped her.
"Are you sure you know what you're doing?" he asked. "That is a somewhat more advanced position."
"Of course I know what I am doing," she scoffed and then the smile on her face was wiped off as she realized that she didn't. Laughing, he flipped her onto her back and claimed her mouth once more. With one swift movement, her dress was off and she was in her undergarments, her face flushed from the sudden exposure.
"Do not be embarrassed," he whispered to her, "You're beautiful."
Getting some courage, she moved his pants off and took in his nude form on top of her. As his hands roamed her body, she arched into him, her skin on fire. Finally taking off the rest of her undergarments, she felt bolder as his eyes watched her in pure lust and desire.
His lips traveled down her neck and finally latched onto one of her nipples. Arching into him, she moaned grabbed the pillow underneath her head. His tongue moved to the other nipple, leaving a trail of wetness between both breasts. Descending down her body, she screamed out in ecstasy as his tongue probed her inner depths. Slowly, he moved away and she whimpered in protest.
"Hey.....," she pouted at him.
"Shhh," he hushed her, stroking her hair lovingly. "This is only the beginning."
His fingers probed her until she writhed uncontrollably and begged for release. Smiling, he wedged her legs apart and slowly entered her. A sharp intake of breath came from her and then she sighed as he embedded himself to the hilt. Moving back slowly, he thrust again, smoothly, flawlessly until she started to respond and was soon crying out his name. Trying to control himself, he closed his eyes and waited for her release. It came quickly with her nails clawing at his back and then he too came to his own end, shaking and calling out her name.
Breathing hard, he leaned his forehead onto hers.
"Wow," she breathed and then kissed him. "Let's do that again!"
"No, meleth," said Legolas, exhausted. "Let us sleep. You have worn me out." She pouted but complied.
The next few months were filled with adventure as they rode through the forest of Mirkwood. Bathing in rivers and sleeping by campfires, singing songs, and star gazing, making love any way, anywhere, any time. Life was perfect, until someone unexpected showed up at their campsite.
Legolas slept quietly next to Silivren, who lay wide awake staring at the sunlight peaking through the tree tops. It was almost dawn, yet she could not sleep. Her thoughts plagued her and she felt uneasy somehow. She had told Legolas about it, but he merely said it was homesickness and that she would eventually forget. But did she want to?
At that moment, her thoughts were interrupted by hooded figure suddenly appearing out of nowhere only a few feet from where they slept. Gasping, Silivren shook Legolas, but he merely groaned and turned over. Looking around for his sword, she did not see it anywhere. The figure continued to stand there, hood raised.
Standing up, she managed to find her voice and ask, "Who are you?"
"I thought you'd never ask," a familiar voice said and the figure removed its hood. Silivren's mother stood with tears in her eyes and Silivren ran to her and embraced her. "My child, how I have missed you."
"Oh mother, I'm sorry," Silivren whispered through her own tears.
"I wanted to see you," her mother said, pulling away. She touched her hand to Silivren's face, wiping her tears. She glanced past Silivern. "That is your husband."
Both started to laugh through their tears.
"To think you married the Prince of Mirkwood," her mother laughed and then took one of Silivren's hands into her own and led her towards Legolas, taking his hand as he continued to sleep.
"By the Valar, I send my blessings towards this marriage and may it eternally thrive," her mother said and then looked to Silivern. "Now it is official. You have my blessings, Silivern. Yet I must warn you, be very careful. One wrong move and-"
Silivern bolted out of her sleep as Legolas shook her awake. She sat up suddenly, looking around frantically.
"Where is my mother?" she looked at him confused.
"Your mother?" he asked, more confused than her. "When was your mother here?" Silivern slumped back.
"Then it was as I feared," she sighed. "Nothing but a dream."
"What happened?" asked Legolas, "What did she say?"
"She blessed our marriage and she warned me to be careful," Silivern answered. "One wrong move and..." She trailed off.
"And what?" he asked.
"I don't know," she looked at him angrily. "You woke me up!"
"Well, if it was anything of importance, she would have told you sooner, right?" he laughed and then grabbed her and picked her up. "Come, we are going for a swim."
They had no choice but to ride into town once more. They wanted to pick up some canisters so that they could store food. They meant to go in and then leave, yet things did not go as planned.
For as they were leaving the shop, they were stopped by a group of burly men. Legolas glared at them. Some backed off, some only grew angrier.
"Well, well, well," one of the man spit, "Look what we 'ave 'ere. Two elves trespassing on man's soil."
"I reckon they ought to be dealt with properly," the other said. They closed in on them, yet Legolas was ready, he got rid of the other two effortlessly, and then smote the other one down as well, yet he did not see the silver dagger that the last man held and as the burly man fell against him, he sunk his dagger into the flesh of the Prince of Mirkwood, barely missing his heart. Legolas cried out in pain and fell beneath the man. Silivern, pushed to the side ran to him and seeing the wound in his chest, screamed for help, yet no one came. Cursing and crying, she managed to stop the bleeding somewhat and then somehow pulled him onto Arad. Mounting behind him, they took off at full speed.
They rode for days non-stop, Legolas slipping in and out of consciousness, barely hanging on. Yet finally they arrived at their destination and Silivern caught her fear and shoved it back down inside. Riding through the gates as they closed behind her, a score of elves snatched the both of them, practically dragging them to the Great Hall before the King.
Thranduil sat upon his throne, face grave and fingers splayed and touching. He looked down in disgust at Silivern.
"You have brought me my son, dead?" his voice drawled.
"No, but he needs help," she said, a panic in her voice. "Please, if you don't heal him soon, he'll......"
The King put up his hand to silence her.
"I will help him," he said, eyes looking from the unconscious Legolas to the tearful Silivern. "On one condition."
"Anything," she whispered.
"You will break your marriage," he said sharply, "You will give me your ring and you will swear to never return here nor to ever speak to my son ever again. You will pretend that you no longer love him, not that I believe you ever did in the first place. You will swear to me to do all of these things and then and only then will I send him to my healers."
Silivern whimpered and looked at him with pleading eyes. "Please, your Majesty," she cried.
"Time is running out for him, Silverbranch," he said, staring at her," Decide now."
A/N: All who watched the movie know what's going to happen, but don't give it away for other peeps. Thanks :-). And thank you all for reviewing!
MAD: First off, I would like to thank you for reviewing. I'm glad you're liking it and yes, it would be weird to see Devdas as an LOTR fanfic. Plus, that movie has such a great soundtrack that it would be a shame to post it without the singing and the dancing and Ashwariya Rai and Sharuk Khan (swoons) and Madhuri Dixit. As for where I am from, I am really sorry, but I'm trying to keep a low profile just in case you're someone I know. Also, I find that the less you know about an author, the less bias you have towards them and I just want to be Mesopotamia, plain and simple, and not have to be judged by who I am or where I come from. I'm not trying to be mysterious or anything like that, but I have my reasons for being on the down low and they're good ones, I assure you. : ) Thank you for reviewing and I hope you enjoy the rest of the story.