E/N: Leggers has boxers now, ok? Hey, call it poetic license! Let's say
Silva made them!
Translations: Meleth-nin = my love Nissëhon = sweetheart Haryonrië = Crown Prince Nissëamin = my sweet
Chapter 29
Kemenhin sat on Silva's lap, crying into her shoulder.
"I don't want you to go," he sobbed. "I want you and Legolas to stay here with me like always." She cradled him gently, as you would an upset baby.
"We will come back and see you, all the time," she soothed. "But we can't live here with you. Legolas hasn't seen his daddy for a long time. Not since just after you were born. I miss him as well because he's sort of like my dad. We've got to go back to our home and see our family and friends."
"When are you coming back?"
"Soon. Don't you worry. There's lot's of things I would like to teach you. And when you're older, Legolas would like to teach you archery." She lowered her voice to a whisper. "I don't want Haldir teaching you, which he'll probably try to do. If he does, just tell him to bugger off. Legolas and me are going to look after you as much as we can, even though we'll be in Mirkwood some of the time."
"Can't I come and live with you, Silva? Please, I don't want you to go!" Silva hugged him tightly. 'Oh, how I wish you could,' she thought, sadly. She willed the tears not to flow, she would not cry in front of her son.
"I'm sorry, Kemen, you can't. And besides, you don't want to leave Galadriel and Arwen on their own, do you? When you're a bit older, you can come and stay with us, but not yet."
"Why not?"
"Well, everyone in Mirkwood, except Legolas and me, are reaaaaally boring. They're all old and they wouldn't know what to do with a little cool dude like yourself. And there's nothing for you to do at the moment."
"I don't want you to go."
"We have to," said a low voice. Legolas entered the talan bearing a wooden carving of two people. On closer inspection it was plain to see it was of Silva and Legolas. It was painted accurately and beautifully. On the base was a small inscription saying: 'To Kemen, you're always in our hearts. We love you always, Silva and Legolas.' Kemenhin eyed it curiously, his tears gradually slowing.
"Yes it's for you," laughed Legolas.
"It's so you know we're always with you really. We'll always be thinking of you," said Silva.
"All the time?" asked the young Elven child. Silva smiled as she wondered how to answer that one without offending him.
"Well, as often as we can. Sometimes we'll have some, er... jobs to do that we'll have to focus on fully, so we won't be properly thinking of you. But we'll never ever forget you."
"You're very special to us, little one," said Legolas, kneeling next to his lover and his son. "And if you ever want anything, you have only to ask."
"I want to go with you!"
"You can't Kemenhin," said Silva, gently. "Legolas' father wouldn't allow it. And we would not always be around to look after you."
"Do you not want to stay with us, Kemenhin?" asked another new voice. All three heads turned to face Galadriel as she joined them.
"Well, I do," said the child, "but I want to be with Legolas and Silva as well."
"But you mustn't harass them. They're going soon, they want to enjoy their last moments with you."
"He's not harassing us," said Legolas, sharply, more so than he intended.
"Legolas, don't be so rude," Silva rebuked him. "I'm sorry, Galadriel. You'll have to excuse him. He's a little emotional right now, though he wouldn't care to admit it."
"No apology is necessary, Silvawen, it is understandable. I have come now to inform you that your horses are ready for departure when you are."
"Thank you, Galadriel. The other horse shall be sent back to you as soon as possible." Galadriel smiled.
"Why would you want to send your own horse to me?" Silva looked very confused.
"My own....... Midnight!?!"
"Yes, we have had him bought from Rivendell for you. It was Legolas' idea."
"But who was able to bring him here?! There's only one person other than his mistress that he allows to ride him, and that's Arian. I'd have known if she'd been here."
"Midnight was most reluctant, apparently, to let anyone near him, let alone ride him. But your sister managed to calm him enough to allow a messenger to bring him here. Just about." Silva laughed.
"He hasn't changed then. That's good, he hasn't forgotten his training."
"You trained him to be like that?" Legolas asked, disbelievingly.
"Well, many people in the past have tried to steal him from me. I had to do something. By teaching him to refuse anyone riding him but me, I solved the problem."
"Then why does he also answer to Arian?"
"She helped me train him and she's very good with animals." Silva turned back to her son. "Would you like to come and see my horse, Kemen?" (E/N: I mean that in the totally literal sense! Nothing dodgy!) He nodded excitedly. "Come on then."
"What does he look like?"
"He's very big and he's jet black, like Arwen's hair. He can look quite scary sometimes, but he's lovely really." (E/N: I am very aware that, bearing in mind my comment at the end of her last sentence, that sounds completely disgusting, but STOP READING INTO THINGS YOU PERVS!! ^_~)
The four of them travelled down to the clearing at the gates of the fair city. There stood a beautiful, chestnut mare and a magnificent, black stallion. On recognising his mistress, Midnight snorted and stamped, demanding attention from his estranged owner. Silva immediately went to him and stroked him fondly, (E/N: O_o), petting his mane and whispering greetings to him. She turned to her son and saw him looking nervous and slightly uncomfortable. Midnight was a very intimidating looking horse, so she understood his misgivings.
"Come on, Kemen, don't worry. He does look scary but he's as soft as anything really." (E/N: O_O) The child looked uncertainly up at his father. Legolas smiled.
"I'm scared of him too," he whispered. "But whilst Silva's around, there's nothing to be afraid of." Kemenhin nodded and walked slowly towards his mother. He eyed the horse cautiously as he approached and Silva laughed.
"He's not going to eat you, Kemen, you don't have to worry. I won't let anything happen to you." She turned to her horse. "You be nice to Kemen, Midnight, or I'll leave you here." The horse snorted and nuzzled his mistress's shoulder. Silva picked up Kemenhin when he got to her and then moved closer to the horse. Kemenhin tentatively put out a hand and stroked the ebony stallion. He giggled and did it again.
Legolas watched Silva with Kemen and smiled to himself. To see Silva so happy made him happy. In seeing them together, he was actually surprised no one had yet made the connection, especially since as Kemen grew older, the resemblance between them grew more apparent. This worried him as he thought someone might do the math and work it out. They would have to be very careful if the similarity between them continued to grow as it was now. But, then again, he knew that even if someone did make the links, she wouldn't care. She'd just deny it and carry on as usual. 'The stubborn one that she is,' he thought. "Not stubborn, just determined" is what he knew she would say to that comment.
"Are you coming or not, meleth-nin?" she called, breaking his concentration. "I can always go without you." He smirked and walked over to her.
"Empty threats, nissëhon," he said. "You can't keep away from me." Silva raised an eyebrow.
"Is that so? Well, if you're so sure bout that, haryonrië, perhaps you'd like to put a wager on it." Legolas pondered for a moment.
"Name the stakes."
"I bet you can't stay away from me for a week. No physical contact at all."
"Fine. If I win, which includes meeting the deadline, you have to...... kiss a dwarf. And I mean a proper kiss, the ones I am graced with." Silva looked totally disgusted but she reluctantly agreed.
"Alright. And if I win, you have to...." She fell silent for a minute. Then, a wicked grin spread across her face.
"What?" he asked cautiously. Arwen, realising that this probably wasn't going to be something suitable for Kemenhin to hear, called to him.
"I think you should come with me now, Kemen."
"But I want to wave bye bye!"
"I think you should go with Arwen, little one, you might get upset if you watch us leave," said Legolas. He took his son from his lover's arms and hugged him tightly. "Be good."
"I will," said the child, sadly. Silva, though still smiling, pressed a kiss to the child's forehead. He turned and wrapped his arms securely around her neck. "I'll miss you, Silva."
"I'll miss you too," she whispered. She set him on the ground again and he miserably followed Arwen out of the clearing. She watched him sadly, but when Legolas looked at her, the wicked grin returned.
"What?" he asked. "Tell me! What? Why couldn't Kemen listen?"
"Oh, that was Arwen's idea, nothing to do with me. He could have stayed if he wanted."
"Well, just tell me. I want to know."
"If I win. You have to strip down to your boxers, roll around in mud and then run around your father's castle screaming "MONKEY NUT" at the top of your voice." Legolas' face completely dropped and Galadriel fell over because she was laughing so much.
"NO!!!!"
"You saying you can't do it. HA! Proved me right already."
"I'd lose every scrap of dignity that I've just about managed to keep hold of, thanks to your antics! This is TOO much!!!"
"Oh, you've got to, Legolas!" cried Galadriel, who was curled up in a ball on the floor, clutching her sides. "Please! Oh, please! It would be so funny!!!" Silva was looking smug. 'Dammit, why must I be so stubborn?!' he thought.
"Alright, deal, just so long as I get a kiss now, before we begin."
"Fine by me." Silva turned to the hysterical Elven Lady. "Would you say that's allowed, Galadriel?" The Lady of the Golden Wood just about managed to stand up, but she still could not stop laughing.
"Yes, I don't see why not," she replied. In knowing Silva was probably about to be really cruel, she turned her back on them and carried on laughing.
Silva placed her hands either side of his neck and pulled him towards her. She kissed him slowly.
"Savour it," she murmured into the kiss. "It's all you've got till you break."
"It can last me a week," he replied. She slid one leg between his slightly parted ones and lifted it gently, moving it slowly, causing friction between it and his groin. Then she pressed her whole body against his and rocked their hips together.
"You're evil," he growled. At that moment, she pulled away. He frowned at her.
"Feeling the loss already?" she asked cheekily. "My, we are dependant, aren't we?"
"It's start now then?"
"Galadriel, what do you think?" The Elven Lady turned back round.
"Hmmm? Oh, yes. A week you say, Silvawen? Then that would take you to noon next Wednesday. Starting now." Legolas and Silva nodded at one another.
"Not anything, else I win," she said smirking again.
"I know." Silva turned to Galadriel once again.
"We'll be going now then. Thank you so much for everything you've done for me. You don't know how much it means to me. And letting Kemen stay here as well, I'll never be able to fully repay you." She hugged their Elven hostess. "Thank you."
"You're more than welcome, Silvawen. I hope to see you again soon."
"Oh, don't worry, you can't keep me away now." Galadriel look at Legolas and smiled, the thought of 'monkey nut' filling her mind.
"Good luck, Legolas," she said. "If I'm honest, I really hope you fail. But apart from that, keep well and send my tidings to your father."
"Thank you, my lady," he said, slightly bitterly. Silva and Legolas mounted their horses and set off, putting a good distance between them.
After five days of keeping a metre between them at all times, they were both feeling the strain, though neither said anything to the other. They were both quite shocked at just how much they were missing the other's touch, not necessarily in a sexual way (though, of course, they missed that too), but generally. It was little things like not feeling the warmth of the other as they fell to sleep and awoke. No loving hugs without a purpose. No gently kiss on the cheek for just being themselves.
But despite all this, Silva was still determined to prove herself right. It was on this fifth day that she made a decision about their bet. 'I won't be suffering for that long,' she thought. 'He'll break soon enough. I have to make him lose.'
"Feeling the strain, nissëamin?" she asked sweetly. Legolas looked at her defiantly.
"Of course not," he lied, nonchalantly. "I'm not dependant. This has been easy."
"Well, in that case, what's say we extend the length a little, since you're doing so well." Legolas became a little uncertain but he was still just as stubborn as her.
"Fine. I don't mind."
"Good. Well, I want to see if you can last two months." His face drained of all the blood. "That's right. Eight weeks. You've nearly done one, the next seven shouldn't be too difficult. Especially since you're so independent."
"I.... I...."
"What's the matter, sweetie? Don't think you can hack it?" Legolas narrowed his eyes on his taunting lover.
"You're on," he growled. He had to prove her wrong. He WOULD prove her wrong, even if it killed him.
Translations: Meleth-nin = my love Nissëhon = sweetheart Haryonrië = Crown Prince Nissëamin = my sweet
Chapter 29
Kemenhin sat on Silva's lap, crying into her shoulder.
"I don't want you to go," he sobbed. "I want you and Legolas to stay here with me like always." She cradled him gently, as you would an upset baby.
"We will come back and see you, all the time," she soothed. "But we can't live here with you. Legolas hasn't seen his daddy for a long time. Not since just after you were born. I miss him as well because he's sort of like my dad. We've got to go back to our home and see our family and friends."
"When are you coming back?"
"Soon. Don't you worry. There's lot's of things I would like to teach you. And when you're older, Legolas would like to teach you archery." She lowered her voice to a whisper. "I don't want Haldir teaching you, which he'll probably try to do. If he does, just tell him to bugger off. Legolas and me are going to look after you as much as we can, even though we'll be in Mirkwood some of the time."
"Can't I come and live with you, Silva? Please, I don't want you to go!" Silva hugged him tightly. 'Oh, how I wish you could,' she thought, sadly. She willed the tears not to flow, she would not cry in front of her son.
"I'm sorry, Kemen, you can't. And besides, you don't want to leave Galadriel and Arwen on their own, do you? When you're a bit older, you can come and stay with us, but not yet."
"Why not?"
"Well, everyone in Mirkwood, except Legolas and me, are reaaaaally boring. They're all old and they wouldn't know what to do with a little cool dude like yourself. And there's nothing for you to do at the moment."
"I don't want you to go."
"We have to," said a low voice. Legolas entered the talan bearing a wooden carving of two people. On closer inspection it was plain to see it was of Silva and Legolas. It was painted accurately and beautifully. On the base was a small inscription saying: 'To Kemen, you're always in our hearts. We love you always, Silva and Legolas.' Kemenhin eyed it curiously, his tears gradually slowing.
"Yes it's for you," laughed Legolas.
"It's so you know we're always with you really. We'll always be thinking of you," said Silva.
"All the time?" asked the young Elven child. Silva smiled as she wondered how to answer that one without offending him.
"Well, as often as we can. Sometimes we'll have some, er... jobs to do that we'll have to focus on fully, so we won't be properly thinking of you. But we'll never ever forget you."
"You're very special to us, little one," said Legolas, kneeling next to his lover and his son. "And if you ever want anything, you have only to ask."
"I want to go with you!"
"You can't Kemenhin," said Silva, gently. "Legolas' father wouldn't allow it. And we would not always be around to look after you."
"Do you not want to stay with us, Kemenhin?" asked another new voice. All three heads turned to face Galadriel as she joined them.
"Well, I do," said the child, "but I want to be with Legolas and Silva as well."
"But you mustn't harass them. They're going soon, they want to enjoy their last moments with you."
"He's not harassing us," said Legolas, sharply, more so than he intended.
"Legolas, don't be so rude," Silva rebuked him. "I'm sorry, Galadriel. You'll have to excuse him. He's a little emotional right now, though he wouldn't care to admit it."
"No apology is necessary, Silvawen, it is understandable. I have come now to inform you that your horses are ready for departure when you are."
"Thank you, Galadriel. The other horse shall be sent back to you as soon as possible." Galadriel smiled.
"Why would you want to send your own horse to me?" Silva looked very confused.
"My own....... Midnight!?!"
"Yes, we have had him bought from Rivendell for you. It was Legolas' idea."
"But who was able to bring him here?! There's only one person other than his mistress that he allows to ride him, and that's Arian. I'd have known if she'd been here."
"Midnight was most reluctant, apparently, to let anyone near him, let alone ride him. But your sister managed to calm him enough to allow a messenger to bring him here. Just about." Silva laughed.
"He hasn't changed then. That's good, he hasn't forgotten his training."
"You trained him to be like that?" Legolas asked, disbelievingly.
"Well, many people in the past have tried to steal him from me. I had to do something. By teaching him to refuse anyone riding him but me, I solved the problem."
"Then why does he also answer to Arian?"
"She helped me train him and she's very good with animals." Silva turned back to her son. "Would you like to come and see my horse, Kemen?" (E/N: I mean that in the totally literal sense! Nothing dodgy!) He nodded excitedly. "Come on then."
"What does he look like?"
"He's very big and he's jet black, like Arwen's hair. He can look quite scary sometimes, but he's lovely really." (E/N: I am very aware that, bearing in mind my comment at the end of her last sentence, that sounds completely disgusting, but STOP READING INTO THINGS YOU PERVS!! ^_~)
The four of them travelled down to the clearing at the gates of the fair city. There stood a beautiful, chestnut mare and a magnificent, black stallion. On recognising his mistress, Midnight snorted and stamped, demanding attention from his estranged owner. Silva immediately went to him and stroked him fondly, (E/N: O_o), petting his mane and whispering greetings to him. She turned to her son and saw him looking nervous and slightly uncomfortable. Midnight was a very intimidating looking horse, so she understood his misgivings.
"Come on, Kemen, don't worry. He does look scary but he's as soft as anything really." (E/N: O_O) The child looked uncertainly up at his father. Legolas smiled.
"I'm scared of him too," he whispered. "But whilst Silva's around, there's nothing to be afraid of." Kemenhin nodded and walked slowly towards his mother. He eyed the horse cautiously as he approached and Silva laughed.
"He's not going to eat you, Kemen, you don't have to worry. I won't let anything happen to you." She turned to her horse. "You be nice to Kemen, Midnight, or I'll leave you here." The horse snorted and nuzzled his mistress's shoulder. Silva picked up Kemenhin when he got to her and then moved closer to the horse. Kemenhin tentatively put out a hand and stroked the ebony stallion. He giggled and did it again.
Legolas watched Silva with Kemen and smiled to himself. To see Silva so happy made him happy. In seeing them together, he was actually surprised no one had yet made the connection, especially since as Kemen grew older, the resemblance between them grew more apparent. This worried him as he thought someone might do the math and work it out. They would have to be very careful if the similarity between them continued to grow as it was now. But, then again, he knew that even if someone did make the links, she wouldn't care. She'd just deny it and carry on as usual. 'The stubborn one that she is,' he thought. "Not stubborn, just determined" is what he knew she would say to that comment.
"Are you coming or not, meleth-nin?" she called, breaking his concentration. "I can always go without you." He smirked and walked over to her.
"Empty threats, nissëhon," he said. "You can't keep away from me." Silva raised an eyebrow.
"Is that so? Well, if you're so sure bout that, haryonrië, perhaps you'd like to put a wager on it." Legolas pondered for a moment.
"Name the stakes."
"I bet you can't stay away from me for a week. No physical contact at all."
"Fine. If I win, which includes meeting the deadline, you have to...... kiss a dwarf. And I mean a proper kiss, the ones I am graced with." Silva looked totally disgusted but she reluctantly agreed.
"Alright. And if I win, you have to...." She fell silent for a minute. Then, a wicked grin spread across her face.
"What?" he asked cautiously. Arwen, realising that this probably wasn't going to be something suitable for Kemenhin to hear, called to him.
"I think you should come with me now, Kemen."
"But I want to wave bye bye!"
"I think you should go with Arwen, little one, you might get upset if you watch us leave," said Legolas. He took his son from his lover's arms and hugged him tightly. "Be good."
"I will," said the child, sadly. Silva, though still smiling, pressed a kiss to the child's forehead. He turned and wrapped his arms securely around her neck. "I'll miss you, Silva."
"I'll miss you too," she whispered. She set him on the ground again and he miserably followed Arwen out of the clearing. She watched him sadly, but when Legolas looked at her, the wicked grin returned.
"What?" he asked. "Tell me! What? Why couldn't Kemen listen?"
"Oh, that was Arwen's idea, nothing to do with me. He could have stayed if he wanted."
"Well, just tell me. I want to know."
"If I win. You have to strip down to your boxers, roll around in mud and then run around your father's castle screaming "MONKEY NUT" at the top of your voice." Legolas' face completely dropped and Galadriel fell over because she was laughing so much.
"NO!!!!"
"You saying you can't do it. HA! Proved me right already."
"I'd lose every scrap of dignity that I've just about managed to keep hold of, thanks to your antics! This is TOO much!!!"
"Oh, you've got to, Legolas!" cried Galadriel, who was curled up in a ball on the floor, clutching her sides. "Please! Oh, please! It would be so funny!!!" Silva was looking smug. 'Dammit, why must I be so stubborn?!' he thought.
"Alright, deal, just so long as I get a kiss now, before we begin."
"Fine by me." Silva turned to the hysterical Elven Lady. "Would you say that's allowed, Galadriel?" The Lady of the Golden Wood just about managed to stand up, but she still could not stop laughing.
"Yes, I don't see why not," she replied. In knowing Silva was probably about to be really cruel, she turned her back on them and carried on laughing.
Silva placed her hands either side of his neck and pulled him towards her. She kissed him slowly.
"Savour it," she murmured into the kiss. "It's all you've got till you break."
"It can last me a week," he replied. She slid one leg between his slightly parted ones and lifted it gently, moving it slowly, causing friction between it and his groin. Then she pressed her whole body against his and rocked their hips together.
"You're evil," he growled. At that moment, she pulled away. He frowned at her.
"Feeling the loss already?" she asked cheekily. "My, we are dependant, aren't we?"
"It's start now then?"
"Galadriel, what do you think?" The Elven Lady turned back round.
"Hmmm? Oh, yes. A week you say, Silvawen? Then that would take you to noon next Wednesday. Starting now." Legolas and Silva nodded at one another.
"Not anything, else I win," she said smirking again.
"I know." Silva turned to Galadriel once again.
"We'll be going now then. Thank you so much for everything you've done for me. You don't know how much it means to me. And letting Kemen stay here as well, I'll never be able to fully repay you." She hugged their Elven hostess. "Thank you."
"You're more than welcome, Silvawen. I hope to see you again soon."
"Oh, don't worry, you can't keep me away now." Galadriel look at Legolas and smiled, the thought of 'monkey nut' filling her mind.
"Good luck, Legolas," she said. "If I'm honest, I really hope you fail. But apart from that, keep well and send my tidings to your father."
"Thank you, my lady," he said, slightly bitterly. Silva and Legolas mounted their horses and set off, putting a good distance between them.
After five days of keeping a metre between them at all times, they were both feeling the strain, though neither said anything to the other. They were both quite shocked at just how much they were missing the other's touch, not necessarily in a sexual way (though, of course, they missed that too), but generally. It was little things like not feeling the warmth of the other as they fell to sleep and awoke. No loving hugs without a purpose. No gently kiss on the cheek for just being themselves.
But despite all this, Silva was still determined to prove herself right. It was on this fifth day that she made a decision about their bet. 'I won't be suffering for that long,' she thought. 'He'll break soon enough. I have to make him lose.'
"Feeling the strain, nissëamin?" she asked sweetly. Legolas looked at her defiantly.
"Of course not," he lied, nonchalantly. "I'm not dependant. This has been easy."
"Well, in that case, what's say we extend the length a little, since you're doing so well." Legolas became a little uncertain but he was still just as stubborn as her.
"Fine. I don't mind."
"Good. Well, I want to see if you can last two months." His face drained of all the blood. "That's right. Eight weeks. You've nearly done one, the next seven shouldn't be too difficult. Especially since you're so independent."
"I.... I...."
"What's the matter, sweetie? Don't think you can hack it?" Legolas narrowed his eyes on his taunting lover.
"You're on," he growled. He had to prove her wrong. He WOULD prove her wrong, even if it killed him.