E/N: EXCESSIVE SMUT ALERT!!! I'm afraid the rating has had to go through
the roof because I really couldn't help myself, but I had to post this
chappie 'coz its needed. You can just skip the several dodgy bits if you
want, just make sure you don't flame me.
Luvs Elfie xXxXx
Chapter 20
Legolas and Silva remained in the gardens, talking, crying (E/N: Silva, not Legolas!), laughing, until it was time to face the sisters again. The evening meal. Silva decided that she wanted to annoy them as much as possible before they made up, so they came to a decision.
"Is it wise to antagonise two already angry Maiar spirits?" asked Legolas.
"All you have to do is show you love me," said Silva. "We'll walk in together holding hands and then just be all over each other during the meal. Not too much though, we may put people off their dinner."
"Alright then, but do make sure you remember where you are. I don't want a repeat of the morning you were aroused back home. That was too embarrassing to even think about."
"But I was punished for it. And I apologised properly for it."
"True, but since when have you had to apologise to do that?"
"Good point. But lets not think of that now, we've got to go to dinner or we'll be late."
*****
"Will she speak to us?" asked Arian. "That girl's so unpredictable, I don't know what to expect."
"Well, she's been seated on the opposite side of the room, so my guess is no," said Rath. "You never know, though."
"Do we want to speak to her?" asked Nilia.
"Yes, we do," said Riel, forcefully. "We need to get all this sorted out. " As she said that, Silva and Legolas entered hand in hand. Arian and Nilia scowled, Riel said 'awww' and Rath rolled her eyes. She could tell immediately that this was the start of something that would last the entire evening.
As the time passed, Arian and Nilia grew steadily more irritated. Silva and Legolas were being true to their word and were all over each other. Several times, Arian looked u to see them leaning against one another, twice they were kissing, once she was actually on his lap and for the rest of the meal they kept whispering to one another.
To vent their aggravation, Arian broke two spoons and a fork and Nilia caused vast amounts of water to be spilt over Silva and her table. This wasn't until the end of the evening though. Unfortunately, Silva's dress was completely soaked through and she had to change. She took it as an opportunity to excuse herself and the couple left the room.
"Nilia did that!" she said angrily on the way back to his chamber which was now to become their shared one. Legolas seemed slightly confused.
"How? She was on the opposite side of the room," he said.
"She's a water spirit. She has control over such things." She shivered as a light, chill breeze blew down the corridor.
"Let's hope the fire is going when we get back," he said, placing his arm around her shoulders in a futile attempt to warm her up. Sure enough, when they returned, the fire was ablaze. Silva removed the drenched dress and put on a robe whilst Legolas made her a hot drink. She sat in front of the fire and smiled as she let the warmth wash over her.
"There you go," he said, as he handed her a mug of tea. He sat down beside her as she sipped the piping hot drink.
"Thank you," she said with a contented grin. "I feel much better now."
"Good," he muttered. He shifted so he was sitting behind her and he began to kiss and nuzzle her neck. She leant her head back against his shoulder, allowing him more access.
"You'll make me spill my tea," she giggled. His hand slid into her loose robe to cup a supple breast. She put the cup down and turned her head to meet his lips. Their tongues flicked in and out of one another's mouth as their lips worked a fervent dance. She turned around fully and slipped her arms around his neck. He lowered her gently to the floor so that he lay atop of her, not breaking the contact of their lips. He undid the tie of her robe and it fell open to revel her flawless body. He propped himself up on his elbows, drinking the sight of his lover's perfection.
"Gods, you're beautiful," he growled huskily, before kissing her neck again and working his way down.
He took a nipple between his teeth and flicked his tongue over it, making her gasp and her back arch. He repeated his actions on the other, enjoying the small sounds escaping his lover, and then he kissed her mouth.
Her eyelids fluttered closed and her hands went to explore the body above her, only when she placed her hands on his back, she realised he was still clothed. Finding it highly unfair that she was baring all whilst he remained clothed, she eased his light tunic over his head. She felt him grin within their kiss as her hands moved to the waistband of his leggings, teasingly pulling them slowly down his long legs. She discarded them hastily, however, despite her want for patience. As his hands wandered her exquisite curves, hers roamed the bared torso above her. Eventually, one curled around his proudly erect shaft. His hips bucked slightly at the suddenness and intimacy of her touch. She began to work a slow rhythm, making him shudder with desire. As her pace gradually increased, she felt the pre-cum gathering at the tip of his throbbing head, lubricating her hand. With a slight squeeze, she sent him over the edge. His seed covered her stomach and she felt him go limp in her hand.
"You're going to be a very tired Elf when I'm finished with you," she warned.
"Is that a promise?" he asked. She ran a finger up his spine, causing him to grow hard once more. "You're a tease," he accused.
"Maybe I am. But you can't tell me you don't enjoy it." She shifted her weight beneath him so that he lay directly between her legs and she wrapped them around his waist.
His lips crashed down on hers as he slid into her. They moaned into each other's mouth. Neither felt more complete than when they joined their bodies. They seemed to fit together perfectly, he with his hands that massaged the twin mounds upon her chest and she whose hands gripped his firm rear, encouraging him to enter as far as possible. He withdrew and then pushed into her again as the heat from the fire combined with pent-up lust turned his cheeks a shade of rosy pink.
His pace did not gather speed as he drove into her, much to her annoyance.
"Faster," she groaned as she entwined her hands in his long, golden mane. He complied and found himself rewarded by her hips surging upward to match his every thrust, heightening both their pleasure.
She could feel those familiar stirrings in the pit of her stomach growing as she approached her peak. With one final thrust, they cried out each other's name as their bodied were wracked with spasms of ecstasy. He collapsed on top of her and they lay breathing heavily. When their laboured breathing began to ease, Legolas went to get up, but Silva flipped him onto his back and straddled him, a playful, suggestive smirk on her face.
"Surely not again," he said, fatigue in his voice.
"Surely your not tired of me already," she said slyly.
"Silva, you've already spent me twice." He shook his head in disbelief at his partner's sexual appetite, especially considering the small amount of time she'd been involved in such activities. But he couldn't say he didn't approve. In fact, it was quite a turn on.
"Three's a charm." She attached her lips to the hollow of his neck and then proceeded to lick and nip her way down his strongly muscled body. When she reached her target, she found that she had successfully aroused him for a third time. She probed the slit from whence the finality of his passion came, with her tongue before taking him in her mouth. His back arched as she circled his shaft with her tongue and gently sucked. It was that gentle sucking that he almost couldn't bear. She ran her tongue up the sensitive underside of his arousal, making him gasp and groan. It wasn't long until her mouth was filled with a sweet, honey-like liquid that she swallowed gratefully. She rolled of him and slid up to lie next to him. She looked at his face and saw pure exhaustion. 'Well, I would be too if he took me three times in a row,' she thought. She softly stroked his cheek.
"Let's go to bed" she whispered. She knelt and then stood, offering a hand to him. He took it and then enveloped her in his arms. He chuckled.
"Only you," he said lovingly. The couple fell into the bed, still in each other's arms, and were soon fast asleep.
*****
Silva sat on the balcony humming happily to herself. She was hyper. She'd woken up after about an hour. Unable to get back to sleep, she had had a bath, bounced around the room for a while, did a few cartwheels and then decided to sit down because she was feeling a wee bit breathless.
She watched the beauty of Rivendell, taking several deep breaths, it calmed her down. A little too much. She suddenly felt very solemn and sombre. Tears pricked in her eyes. Rivendell really was very beautiful, she would miss it a great deal when she left. She sighed sadly and then looked over her shoulder. Legolas lay sleeping soundly, the sheet only covering his lower half. He was exhausted from their activities a few hours previously, so much so, he was sleeping with his eyes closed. She smiled. Oh, how she loved him. And how very lucky she was to have him. She wished her sisters understood. 'If only they knew,' she thought. 'Oh well, I don't have to put up with them for much longer.' She stood and entered the chamber again, walking over to the bed. She got into the king-size bed and snuggled up next to him. She kissed his lips and then went to draw back when, to her surprise, he responded, though he was still asleep. When she did pull away, he made the slightest of whimpers. She grinned.
"I wonder," she whispered aloud. She slipped her hand under the sheet and ran it tantalizingly up his leg, not quite reaching his member. He shuddered a little and his hand went to meet hers. She grinned again. 'I didn't realise he was so easily amused." She cupped the growing hardness. He gasped and wriggled with pleasure. Her hand glided back up his body, over his stomach, across his chest, along his neck, over his defined cheekbones and teased the delicate point of his ear, the one part of an Elf that will put them completely at the mercy of anyone, even their worst enemy. She slid her leg over him and pulled herself up, sitting astride him. She lay over him and kissed him once more, placing her hands on his shoulders. She was torn between the decision of waking him or leaving him to sleep a little longer, though she was still amazed he hadn't awoken yet. 'To hell with this!' She sheathed him in her completely and cried out.
Legolas' eyes flew open and he flipped her onto her back, reversing their positions, not knowing what exactly was happening. It took him a few moments to realise that he was inside her and she appeared to be enjoying every second of this sudden roughness.
"I was experimenting," she said seductively.
"You really are on form tonight, aren't you?" he said, sensing that she wasn't in the mood for soft, steady caresses and kisses. The look on her face when he awoke suddenly told him that she wanted him to be boisterous and forceful.
"I'm just making the most of what I've got whilst I've got it." That was enough for Legolas and he kissed her hungrily. He drove into her hard. She cried out again. She was shocked at this change of character, he was usually very gentle. Passionate, but gentle. But now he was slamming into her and dealing bruising kisses............ and she liked it. She felt a brief, uncomfortable pressure as he left his mark on her neck. She screamed out his name as he came within her and her body was taken over by convulsions of orgasm.
They lay in a heap, panting heavily, attempting to recover from their harsh love-making. He kissed her cheek and then propped himself up on his forearms. She smiled tiredly.
"Well," she said, "that was new."
"I didn't hurt you, did I?" he asked, concernedly.
"Not at all. I actually quite liked it."
"Good." He yawned. "Well, I think its time we both retired to bed. To sleep." She nodded her head.
"But I need to go to the bathroom first. Nature calls." He rolled off her and got back into bed properly. By the time she returned, he was fast asleep again. She watched him for a moment and smiled grimly. She then scouted the room for anything that belonged to her that was decent enough for her to leave the room in. She found a dress and quickly put it on. She walked over to her sleeping lover, this time kissing his forehead carefully so as not to wake him again.
"Namárië, meleth-nin1," she whispered. "Amin mela lle yassen ilya cormamin. Lye níra omenta ata2." And with that, she silently left the room.
*****
Legolas awoke with a smile on his face, memories flooding his mind. 'Well, last night was certainly eventful,' he thought. 'How I love that Istari.' He rolled over to find her side of the bed empty. He sighed. 'Another walk, Silva?' He shook his head and sat up. His eyes were drawn to the window. The sun was high up in the morning sky. it must be nearing noon. He cursed himself for sleeping so long, he'd never been one to waste a day, but then he remembered why he'd slept so long. His beautiful face was graced with another smile. His smile, however, quickly evaporated when he thought of the four other Istari. That was probably where Silva was, thinking about it. He hoped she would make it up with her sisters, because it would make life so much easier.
He got out of bed and got dressed slowly, he was still a little weary after their late night antics. He left the chamber in search of his beloved. He asked several people on his travels if they'd seen her, but oddly none of them had, so he decided to go and see Lord Elrond. He arrived at the office and knocked.
"Enter," instructed a melodic Elven voice. Legolas went in. "Ah, good morning, Legolas."
"Good morning, my lord," he said. "Sorry to disturb you, but I was wondering if you had seen Silva at any point this morning. She appears to have.... well, disappeared."
"No, I have not," replied Elrond, "but she's probably with her sisters, clearing the air. Ask Lyncorath, she should know."
"Very well. Thank you, my lord, said Legolas. He declined his head respectfully and left the room in search of the Istari sisters.
*****
"Now, promise you'll keep calm, Nilia," begged Arian. Given a night to think on matters, Arian had calmed down considerably and was willing to talk sensibly and rationally with her. Nilia, on the other hand, had not found it in her to calm down.
"It's all for our best interests, Nilia," said Rath. "You know what she's like when she's annoyed."
"I've already said I will five times," snapped Nilia. "I'm not going to get angry at her. I'll listen to what she has to say and we will make up. End of story. Its not difficult."
"Can you be civil to him though?" asked Riel.
"Civil is my utmost limit with him," said Nilia.
"Then put it into practice because he's approaching us," said Rath. "Good morning, Legolas."
"Good morning, Lyncorath," he replied.
"Please call me Rath. Everyone else does."
"Rath it is, then. I was wondering if you knew where Silva was. I haven't been able to find her."
"Oh, well, we were actually just about to ask you the same thing," said Riel. "We haven't seen her yet today, which is most unusual for her, even when there's been an argument." Legolas frowned.
"I'm beginning to worry. I've asked many people of her whereabouts and no one has seen her at all, anywhere. Where on earth can she be?"
"Well, why don't you search the gardens with Riel? You two know her the best, you'll be able to discern places she'd like more easily than we," said Arian. "We'll check inside again." This was agreed and they separated.
By the end of the day, Legolas was frantic. It was very clear now that Silva was no longer in Rivendell. What was not so clear was why she left so suddenly. Not knowing what else to do, Legolas blamed himself and the sisters blamed themselves. Nilia was crying a lot.
"It's my fault," she sobbed. "I never should have shouted at her like I did. She'd still be here otherwise!"
"I'm just as much to blame as you then," said Arian. 'For I too shouted at her and said things I didn't mean."
"I should have been a better friend," said Riel.
"If it's anyone's fault, it's mine," said Legolas. "I was the last person she was with. It's obviously me that's done something wrong."
"Look, blaming ourselves isn't going to find her," said Rath irritably, although she too secretly felt as though she was to blame. "And it won't help her either. If Go-" She stopped.
"Its ok, she told me," said Legolas, knowing he was the reason she paused.
"If it has anything to do with Gorothiel, Sil is in big trouble," said Rath. "It is imperative that we find her anyway, but especially with this in mind. We all know what happened last time."
"But she'd have sensed it," said Riel. "And she'd have told someone. She'd have called you, Rath."
"Maybe," said the spirit of light. "I don't know. All I know is we need to send messages to Lothlórien, Mirkwood and anywhere else she might go to or be taken to. We need people to keep an eye out for her."
"I'm not sure if my father should be told," said Legolas, carefully. "He'd go mad with grief and stress."
"He'll find out eventually, Legolas," said Arian.
"Its best if he's told straight out," said Rath. "Come now, the sooner we start, the sooner we find that damn Istari."
*****
1Goodbye, my love. 2I love you with all my heart. We will meet again.
Chapter 20
Legolas and Silva remained in the gardens, talking, crying (E/N: Silva, not Legolas!), laughing, until it was time to face the sisters again. The evening meal. Silva decided that she wanted to annoy them as much as possible before they made up, so they came to a decision.
"Is it wise to antagonise two already angry Maiar spirits?" asked Legolas.
"All you have to do is show you love me," said Silva. "We'll walk in together holding hands and then just be all over each other during the meal. Not too much though, we may put people off their dinner."
"Alright then, but do make sure you remember where you are. I don't want a repeat of the morning you were aroused back home. That was too embarrassing to even think about."
"But I was punished for it. And I apologised properly for it."
"True, but since when have you had to apologise to do that?"
"Good point. But lets not think of that now, we've got to go to dinner or we'll be late."
*****
"Will she speak to us?" asked Arian. "That girl's so unpredictable, I don't know what to expect."
"Well, she's been seated on the opposite side of the room, so my guess is no," said Rath. "You never know, though."
"Do we want to speak to her?" asked Nilia.
"Yes, we do," said Riel, forcefully. "We need to get all this sorted out. " As she said that, Silva and Legolas entered hand in hand. Arian and Nilia scowled, Riel said 'awww' and Rath rolled her eyes. She could tell immediately that this was the start of something that would last the entire evening.
As the time passed, Arian and Nilia grew steadily more irritated. Silva and Legolas were being true to their word and were all over each other. Several times, Arian looked u to see them leaning against one another, twice they were kissing, once she was actually on his lap and for the rest of the meal they kept whispering to one another.
To vent their aggravation, Arian broke two spoons and a fork and Nilia caused vast amounts of water to be spilt over Silva and her table. This wasn't until the end of the evening though. Unfortunately, Silva's dress was completely soaked through and she had to change. She took it as an opportunity to excuse herself and the couple left the room.
"Nilia did that!" she said angrily on the way back to his chamber which was now to become their shared one. Legolas seemed slightly confused.
"How? She was on the opposite side of the room," he said.
"She's a water spirit. She has control over such things." She shivered as a light, chill breeze blew down the corridor.
"Let's hope the fire is going when we get back," he said, placing his arm around her shoulders in a futile attempt to warm her up. Sure enough, when they returned, the fire was ablaze. Silva removed the drenched dress and put on a robe whilst Legolas made her a hot drink. She sat in front of the fire and smiled as she let the warmth wash over her.
"There you go," he said, as he handed her a mug of tea. He sat down beside her as she sipped the piping hot drink.
"Thank you," she said with a contented grin. "I feel much better now."
"Good," he muttered. He shifted so he was sitting behind her and he began to kiss and nuzzle her neck. She leant her head back against his shoulder, allowing him more access.
"You'll make me spill my tea," she giggled. His hand slid into her loose robe to cup a supple breast. She put the cup down and turned her head to meet his lips. Their tongues flicked in and out of one another's mouth as their lips worked a fervent dance. She turned around fully and slipped her arms around his neck. He lowered her gently to the floor so that he lay atop of her, not breaking the contact of their lips. He undid the tie of her robe and it fell open to revel her flawless body. He propped himself up on his elbows, drinking the sight of his lover's perfection.
"Gods, you're beautiful," he growled huskily, before kissing her neck again and working his way down.
He took a nipple between his teeth and flicked his tongue over it, making her gasp and her back arch. He repeated his actions on the other, enjoying the small sounds escaping his lover, and then he kissed her mouth.
Her eyelids fluttered closed and her hands went to explore the body above her, only when she placed her hands on his back, she realised he was still clothed. Finding it highly unfair that she was baring all whilst he remained clothed, she eased his light tunic over his head. She felt him grin within their kiss as her hands moved to the waistband of his leggings, teasingly pulling them slowly down his long legs. She discarded them hastily, however, despite her want for patience. As his hands wandered her exquisite curves, hers roamed the bared torso above her. Eventually, one curled around his proudly erect shaft. His hips bucked slightly at the suddenness and intimacy of her touch. She began to work a slow rhythm, making him shudder with desire. As her pace gradually increased, she felt the pre-cum gathering at the tip of his throbbing head, lubricating her hand. With a slight squeeze, she sent him over the edge. His seed covered her stomach and she felt him go limp in her hand.
"You're going to be a very tired Elf when I'm finished with you," she warned.
"Is that a promise?" he asked. She ran a finger up his spine, causing him to grow hard once more. "You're a tease," he accused.
"Maybe I am. But you can't tell me you don't enjoy it." She shifted her weight beneath him so that he lay directly between her legs and she wrapped them around his waist.
His lips crashed down on hers as he slid into her. They moaned into each other's mouth. Neither felt more complete than when they joined their bodies. They seemed to fit together perfectly, he with his hands that massaged the twin mounds upon her chest and she whose hands gripped his firm rear, encouraging him to enter as far as possible. He withdrew and then pushed into her again as the heat from the fire combined with pent-up lust turned his cheeks a shade of rosy pink.
His pace did not gather speed as he drove into her, much to her annoyance.
"Faster," she groaned as she entwined her hands in his long, golden mane. He complied and found himself rewarded by her hips surging upward to match his every thrust, heightening both their pleasure.
She could feel those familiar stirrings in the pit of her stomach growing as she approached her peak. With one final thrust, they cried out each other's name as their bodied were wracked with spasms of ecstasy. He collapsed on top of her and they lay breathing heavily. When their laboured breathing began to ease, Legolas went to get up, but Silva flipped him onto his back and straddled him, a playful, suggestive smirk on her face.
"Surely not again," he said, fatigue in his voice.
"Surely your not tired of me already," she said slyly.
"Silva, you've already spent me twice." He shook his head in disbelief at his partner's sexual appetite, especially considering the small amount of time she'd been involved in such activities. But he couldn't say he didn't approve. In fact, it was quite a turn on.
"Three's a charm." She attached her lips to the hollow of his neck and then proceeded to lick and nip her way down his strongly muscled body. When she reached her target, she found that she had successfully aroused him for a third time. She probed the slit from whence the finality of his passion came, with her tongue before taking him in her mouth. His back arched as she circled his shaft with her tongue and gently sucked. It was that gentle sucking that he almost couldn't bear. She ran her tongue up the sensitive underside of his arousal, making him gasp and groan. It wasn't long until her mouth was filled with a sweet, honey-like liquid that she swallowed gratefully. She rolled of him and slid up to lie next to him. She looked at his face and saw pure exhaustion. 'Well, I would be too if he took me three times in a row,' she thought. She softly stroked his cheek.
"Let's go to bed" she whispered. She knelt and then stood, offering a hand to him. He took it and then enveloped her in his arms. He chuckled.
"Only you," he said lovingly. The couple fell into the bed, still in each other's arms, and were soon fast asleep.
*****
Silva sat on the balcony humming happily to herself. She was hyper. She'd woken up after about an hour. Unable to get back to sleep, she had had a bath, bounced around the room for a while, did a few cartwheels and then decided to sit down because she was feeling a wee bit breathless.
She watched the beauty of Rivendell, taking several deep breaths, it calmed her down. A little too much. She suddenly felt very solemn and sombre. Tears pricked in her eyes. Rivendell really was very beautiful, she would miss it a great deal when she left. She sighed sadly and then looked over her shoulder. Legolas lay sleeping soundly, the sheet only covering his lower half. He was exhausted from their activities a few hours previously, so much so, he was sleeping with his eyes closed. She smiled. Oh, how she loved him. And how very lucky she was to have him. She wished her sisters understood. 'If only they knew,' she thought. 'Oh well, I don't have to put up with them for much longer.' She stood and entered the chamber again, walking over to the bed. She got into the king-size bed and snuggled up next to him. She kissed his lips and then went to draw back when, to her surprise, he responded, though he was still asleep. When she did pull away, he made the slightest of whimpers. She grinned.
"I wonder," she whispered aloud. She slipped her hand under the sheet and ran it tantalizingly up his leg, not quite reaching his member. He shuddered a little and his hand went to meet hers. She grinned again. 'I didn't realise he was so easily amused." She cupped the growing hardness. He gasped and wriggled with pleasure. Her hand glided back up his body, over his stomach, across his chest, along his neck, over his defined cheekbones and teased the delicate point of his ear, the one part of an Elf that will put them completely at the mercy of anyone, even their worst enemy. She slid her leg over him and pulled herself up, sitting astride him. She lay over him and kissed him once more, placing her hands on his shoulders. She was torn between the decision of waking him or leaving him to sleep a little longer, though she was still amazed he hadn't awoken yet. 'To hell with this!' She sheathed him in her completely and cried out.
Legolas' eyes flew open and he flipped her onto her back, reversing their positions, not knowing what exactly was happening. It took him a few moments to realise that he was inside her and she appeared to be enjoying every second of this sudden roughness.
"I was experimenting," she said seductively.
"You really are on form tonight, aren't you?" he said, sensing that she wasn't in the mood for soft, steady caresses and kisses. The look on her face when he awoke suddenly told him that she wanted him to be boisterous and forceful.
"I'm just making the most of what I've got whilst I've got it." That was enough for Legolas and he kissed her hungrily. He drove into her hard. She cried out again. She was shocked at this change of character, he was usually very gentle. Passionate, but gentle. But now he was slamming into her and dealing bruising kisses............ and she liked it. She felt a brief, uncomfortable pressure as he left his mark on her neck. She screamed out his name as he came within her and her body was taken over by convulsions of orgasm.
They lay in a heap, panting heavily, attempting to recover from their harsh love-making. He kissed her cheek and then propped himself up on his forearms. She smiled tiredly.
"Well," she said, "that was new."
"I didn't hurt you, did I?" he asked, concernedly.
"Not at all. I actually quite liked it."
"Good." He yawned. "Well, I think its time we both retired to bed. To sleep." She nodded her head.
"But I need to go to the bathroom first. Nature calls." He rolled off her and got back into bed properly. By the time she returned, he was fast asleep again. She watched him for a moment and smiled grimly. She then scouted the room for anything that belonged to her that was decent enough for her to leave the room in. She found a dress and quickly put it on. She walked over to her sleeping lover, this time kissing his forehead carefully so as not to wake him again.
"Namárië, meleth-nin1," she whispered. "Amin mela lle yassen ilya cormamin. Lye níra omenta ata2." And with that, she silently left the room.
*****
Legolas awoke with a smile on his face, memories flooding his mind. 'Well, last night was certainly eventful,' he thought. 'How I love that Istari.' He rolled over to find her side of the bed empty. He sighed. 'Another walk, Silva?' He shook his head and sat up. His eyes were drawn to the window. The sun was high up in the morning sky. it must be nearing noon. He cursed himself for sleeping so long, he'd never been one to waste a day, but then he remembered why he'd slept so long. His beautiful face was graced with another smile. His smile, however, quickly evaporated when he thought of the four other Istari. That was probably where Silva was, thinking about it. He hoped she would make it up with her sisters, because it would make life so much easier.
He got out of bed and got dressed slowly, he was still a little weary after their late night antics. He left the chamber in search of his beloved. He asked several people on his travels if they'd seen her, but oddly none of them had, so he decided to go and see Lord Elrond. He arrived at the office and knocked.
"Enter," instructed a melodic Elven voice. Legolas went in. "Ah, good morning, Legolas."
"Good morning, my lord," he said. "Sorry to disturb you, but I was wondering if you had seen Silva at any point this morning. She appears to have.... well, disappeared."
"No, I have not," replied Elrond, "but she's probably with her sisters, clearing the air. Ask Lyncorath, she should know."
"Very well. Thank you, my lord, said Legolas. He declined his head respectfully and left the room in search of the Istari sisters.
*****
"Now, promise you'll keep calm, Nilia," begged Arian. Given a night to think on matters, Arian had calmed down considerably and was willing to talk sensibly and rationally with her. Nilia, on the other hand, had not found it in her to calm down.
"It's all for our best interests, Nilia," said Rath. "You know what she's like when she's annoyed."
"I've already said I will five times," snapped Nilia. "I'm not going to get angry at her. I'll listen to what she has to say and we will make up. End of story. Its not difficult."
"Can you be civil to him though?" asked Riel.
"Civil is my utmost limit with him," said Nilia.
"Then put it into practice because he's approaching us," said Rath. "Good morning, Legolas."
"Good morning, Lyncorath," he replied.
"Please call me Rath. Everyone else does."
"Rath it is, then. I was wondering if you knew where Silva was. I haven't been able to find her."
"Oh, well, we were actually just about to ask you the same thing," said Riel. "We haven't seen her yet today, which is most unusual for her, even when there's been an argument." Legolas frowned.
"I'm beginning to worry. I've asked many people of her whereabouts and no one has seen her at all, anywhere. Where on earth can she be?"
"Well, why don't you search the gardens with Riel? You two know her the best, you'll be able to discern places she'd like more easily than we," said Arian. "We'll check inside again." This was agreed and they separated.
By the end of the day, Legolas was frantic. It was very clear now that Silva was no longer in Rivendell. What was not so clear was why she left so suddenly. Not knowing what else to do, Legolas blamed himself and the sisters blamed themselves. Nilia was crying a lot.
"It's my fault," she sobbed. "I never should have shouted at her like I did. She'd still be here otherwise!"
"I'm just as much to blame as you then," said Arian. 'For I too shouted at her and said things I didn't mean."
"I should have been a better friend," said Riel.
"If it's anyone's fault, it's mine," said Legolas. "I was the last person she was with. It's obviously me that's done something wrong."
"Look, blaming ourselves isn't going to find her," said Rath irritably, although she too secretly felt as though she was to blame. "And it won't help her either. If Go-" She stopped.
"Its ok, she told me," said Legolas, knowing he was the reason she paused.
"If it has anything to do with Gorothiel, Sil is in big trouble," said Rath. "It is imperative that we find her anyway, but especially with this in mind. We all know what happened last time."
"But she'd have sensed it," said Riel. "And she'd have told someone. She'd have called you, Rath."
"Maybe," said the spirit of light. "I don't know. All I know is we need to send messages to Lothlórien, Mirkwood and anywhere else she might go to or be taken to. We need people to keep an eye out for her."
"I'm not sure if my father should be told," said Legolas, carefully. "He'd go mad with grief and stress."
"He'll find out eventually, Legolas," said Arian.
"Its best if he's told straight out," said Rath. "Come now, the sooner we start, the sooner we find that damn Istari."
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1Goodbye, my love. 2I love you with all my heart. We will meet again.