E/N: I use a mixture of Quenya and Sindarin, so really what I'm trying to
say isn't right, but I don't think you really care do you? Well, I just
thought I'd let you know that it is a deliberate error on my part.
Translations: Vedui, ada = greetings, father Ion-nin = my son Aredhelamin = My (Elf) lord Avá rutha = relax/don't anger Hehta so = ignore him Ná quildë = be quiet Lle = you Tampa tanya = stop that
The longer sentences will be marked as they usually are and translated at the end. And this is the format in which I'll be doing translations from now on.
Chapter 30
It took them a further six weeks to arrive back in Mirkwood. With only one week of the bet left, neither of them had given into the temptation that cursed them both now almost every night. Silva had taken to driving them both to the brink of insanity by continually making lewd and suggestive comments about what she was going to do when this was all over.
Thranduil was most concerned when they entered separately, Silva and then Legolas. 'Oh gods, what's happened now?!' he thought. He was also ecstatic to see them again, however, and that took first place.
"Welcome home!" he cried aloud, standing from his throne and walking to them. "It is wonderful to have you both home once more!"
"It's great to be home," said Silva, hugging the King of Mirkwood.
"Vedui, ada," said Legolas, bowing his head respectfully.
"Ion-nin!" Thranduil embraced his son happily. Legolas heard Silva's voice in his mind saying 'See, I told you!' and she was smirking. He rolled her eyes.
"I am overjoyed to see you both safely home," continued Thranduil. "But tell me, what is wrong?" Silva and Legolas looked perplexed. "You entered separately and even now you stand apart. What has happened?" They both started laughing.
"Oh, nothing is wrong," said Legolas. "It's just an agreement we've come to."
"No physical contact for two months," added Silva. "We've got a week left." Thranduil looked very shocked.
"....not anything?"
"Yep."
"....not even-"
"Not even anything. We've lasted seven weeks so far, there's a week to go. He's going to break any day now."
"Actually, I have more will power than she, father," said Legolas. "She'll come to me soon and beg me to forget the bet."
"Ok, I'm not even going to pretend to understand you two," sighed Thranduil. "You're both mad."
"But would you have us any other way?" asked Silva. The King laughed. "I thought not. I know you love us really."
"How could I not?"
"Thranduil, can I ask you a favour?" He nodded. "Is my old chamber still free? I'd like to stay in there for the next however many days it is till he crumbles." Thranduil saw the look of his distress cross his son's face and it was quickly hidden.
"Afraid you'll be tempted, Silva?" Legolas jested.
"I will not risk touching you whilst sleeping," she said lightly. "But if you'd rather just surrender now and get it over with, we can have the arrangements ready for tomorrow."
"Arrangements?" echoed Thranduil.
"The stakes," said Silva. "We decided against money. It's not embarrassing enough."
"And what are the stakes?"
"You'll find out soon enough, father," said Legolas. "And to you comment, Silva, no, I don't need to surrender. I can last it."
"Sure you can, honey." She turned to the confused Elf King. "So, may I have that room?"
"Of course you can.... it's free.... take it now if you like.... and I still think you're both insane."
"You know, I think you may be right." She kissed Thranduil's cheek. "I'll see you at the meal tonight. Good day." She winked at Legolas and just before she left the room, she said, "See you later, ai antaquën mí melcarmë1." Legolas blushed deeply and Thranduil struggled to keep a straight face.
**
~* One week later *~
Silva was pacing her chamber. 'Not mine for much longer,' she gratefully thought. She now realised that she never wanted to be parted from him again. It was quite a lesson. It had taught her that she 1) couldn't live without sex and 2) most importantly, she couldn't live without Legolas. Although they hadn't been away from one another, it had been as though there was a barrier between them. It was like a repeat of that first year when she fought against her love for him, trying desperately to suppress but with every day the ache gradually turned into pain. She now knew just how much he meant to her and just how much she didn't show him the appreciation he deserved.
She decided that she was going to wait until the noon bell rung and then she would pay her beloved a little visit. Actually, it was likely to take all day as they had a lot of lost time to make up for. She reckoned it must be 11 o'clock now. 'One hour,' she thought. 'Just an hour left. Oh, Legolas, please give in! I don't want to snog a dwarf!'
There was a knock at the door. 'Please! Please! Please!' She opened it and there stood one of Thranduil's courtiers. 'Damn!'
"Yes?" she asked.
"King Thranduil sends his apologies, ma'am, but you're required in the small dining room. He is having an early lunch."
"Now?"
"Yes, ma'am."
"How long will it take?"
"I don't know, ma'am. He has guests from Esgaroth." She groaned. "Ma'am?" This meant she had to serve them as the Lady of Mirkwood.
"Oh, nothing. I'll be there as soon as I'm dressed." She closed the door and leant against it. 'If he lasts till 12, I'm leaving that meal. I don't care what's happening. It can be the Last Alliance a second time round for all I care. I'M BLOODY DESPERATE!!'
She found her simple and yet elegantly stylish dress that she always wore on occasions with guests. She called it the 'posh frock' (to Legolas' annoyance). It was nothing extravagant, but it enhanced her in all the right places and was very becoming of her. She hoped it would drive Legolas over the edge, but she very much doubted. 'Too much bloody will power.'
"Forgive my lateness, aredhelamin," she said as she entered the small(ish) room. She curtseyed to Thranduil and Legolas, and then to the three men of Esgaroth. "I was barely dressed when I received the message." Legolas just about his the smile, but she noticed the twitch at the corner of his mouth. "Good morning, gentlemen." The guests nodded in return, though the one on the left found his eyes roaming over the rest of her body, lingering on her breasts. She ignored this undressing with his eyes and turned to Thranduil, smiling sweetly. "Would you like some wine, my lord?"
"Thank you, Silvawen," said Thranduil. "Gentlemen, this is Lady Silvawen. She will be serving us for the duration of this meeting. If there is anything you should wish for, ask her. She will answer your every need." Silva bit her lip. He had to word it like that, didn't he?
"That is very kind, your highness," said Anris, the leader of the three He looked at Silva quizzically as she poured his wine. "Tell me, Lady Silvawen, you are not of Elf kind. How is it that you live among the fair folk?"
"I sought sanctuary here a little over 7 years ago. These Elves have been most courteous to me, unlike others. My homeland is far away, but Mirkwood is now the place I consider home. King Thranduil has been as a father to me. He is a great and wise man."
"You speak too highly of me. Silvawen," laughed Thranduil. "You have been a joy to us also."
"I'll second that," said Legolas, grinning at her. Silva blushed slightly.
"Thank you, Prince Legolas, King Thranduil." She took the pitcher of wine back to the small table at the back of the room. "Would you like to eat now?" she asked, turning back to the five men.
"Gentlemen?" Thranduil said. "It is your choice. Would you like to sort out the business first or would you prefer to eat first?"
"I think we could all do with a little food before we begin," said the man on the left, by the name of Tarnen. "If it isn't too much trouble," he added to Silva, smiling at her. But it wasn't a pleasant smile, it was sickly and suggestive, much like the rest of him. She forced a smile to her own face.
"No trouble at all, I'll be back in a moment." She slipped out of the door and it clicked closed.
"She is a very beautiful young woman," said Anris. The two Elves fought the urge to laugh at the word 'young'. Silva was anything but.
"Yes, she is," said Thranduil.
"She is coveted by many," said Legolas. "But she is very respected and loved throughout all of Mirkwood. None would ever dare lay a finger on her," he added, sending a steely and meaningful glare in Tarnen's direction. At that moment, Silva returned bearing a large tray with five plates of food on it. She placed one in front of each guest and then in front of Legolas and Thranduil, winking at her lover again before she turned.
"Are you not joining us, Silvawen?" Thranduil queried before they began.
"Nay, my lord, you know the rules," she answered, warmly, smiling.
"Yes, I do. I'm king, that's my job, but I feel like breaking the rules today. Have a plate made up for you and join us. Please?" She laughed.
"Just this once then, since you asked so nicely. But you shouldn't make a habit of this, sire." The Elf King sighed with surrender.
"I know. But for you, we can always make exceptions."
"For you are a very exceptional woman," Legolas added to his father's sentence. Silva shook her head and turned to the visitors, avoiding Tarnen's roving eye.
"I do not know which of the two is worse," she jested and then, with a curtsey, left the room again.
"It would seem she were the ruler with the effect she has on people," chuckled Anris.
"I often wonder who rules our people, myself," said Legolas. "They hold more respect for her alone than they do for us put together. She has only to say the word and it's done."
"And yet she is serving us?" said the third, who was, as of yet, unspoken. He was sitting on the right of Anris and went by the name of Menas.
"It I the tradition of our people," explained Thranduil. "The Lady of our Realm has always served our guests, as a sign of respect on all parts."
"How does a woman that must still be considered new and young to your race aspire to such a status in the space of seven years?" questioned Tarnen with an arched eyebrow, though he'd clearly already made his own conclusions.
"She has won herself great renown amongst me and my people," said Thranduil. "She has aided us in many ways."
"I'm sure she has." Legolas tensed with anger and he met Tarnen's smug gaze.
"Avá rutha," whispered Thranduil to his son. "Hehta so." Legolas glanced sideways at his father and then took a sip from his goblet of wine, still glaring at Tarnen over it's rim.
Silva entered the room for a third time, his time carrying a small plate with a small amount of food on it. Tarnen smirked at her as she passed him and she quickly set her plate nest to Legolas (which was unfortunately opposite the vile man) and then went to the back of the room to retrieve the wine pitcher.
"Silvawen, you should have had one of the kitchen staff bring you that," said Thranduil, breaking the tense silence. "It's what they're there for. It's their job. I suspect you made it yourself as well, did you?"
"I would ask you to stop fussing, my lord, only I know you won't listen to me," she said, lightly. She returned to her seat, making sure that she still did not touch the Elven Prince. The noon bell had not struck yet.
"The King and Prince speak very highly of you, Lady Silvawen," said Anris. "I know my experience with Elves is very limited and perhaps the word of my people is not to be completely trusted, but I have always thought the Elves to be..... well, stern." The three Mirkwood residents laughed.
"Well, I had no problems impressing King Thranduil," Silva giggled. "But others, however," she looked to Legolas and then quickly away again, "took a little more persuasion. It took me a whole year to win Prince Legolas' favour. And his friendship came at a high price." Legolas looked both shocked and confused.
"How so?"
"Well, as I recall, my lord, it took shooting myself in the foot, shooting another Elf and several Elvish lessons that were made up solely of your reprimands and my embarrassment to finally befriend you."
"That's true actually." Thranduil shook his head.
"And sometimes I wonder whether you truly are friends with the way you tease one another all the time." He looked to the, somewhat, bewildered men of Esgaroth. "It can often be a living with children. But come now, we should begin the business that is looming. The sooner we do so, the sooner it is over and we can all relax."
It was then that the noon bell rung out throughout the mountain. Legolas and Silva, who had both lifted their forks to take a bite, dropped them in unison. Legolas looked delighted. Silva looked horrified. Legolas couldn't contain the laughter that he could feel building up inside him. He tried to cover it, but it didn't work. Silva scowled at him.
"Ná quildë!" she hissed, shoving him slightly.
"Um.... did we miss something?" asked Menas. Thranduil sighed in annoyance.
"No, ignore them. As I said, it's like having two children that constantly bicker. Shall we get on with it? Legolas, behave!" he added to his son.
"If you are going to begin all your formal talk of business and trade and so on, I shall leave you, unless there is anything anyone else needs," said Silva.
"Lle," said Legolas.
"Tampa tanya," she scolded, though grinning. "Very well. I will be at hand nearby if you need anything, sire. Just call." She stood up, abandoning her plate, and stood before them all. She curtseyed and turned. As she did, Legolas heard her voice in his mind. 'Follow me in a minute.' She left the room for a third time.
"Um, father?" Legolas beckoned his father move closer. They both leant nearer and Legolas whispered in his father's ear. Thranduil sighed.
"Very well. But we'll have to begin without you."
"I know. Thank you, father." Legolas stood. "I apologise, gentlemen. I shall be back reasonably soon." With that, he exited.
"Was it something we said?" asked Anris, confusedly.
"No," said Thranduil, "it's just, well..... nature calls."
**
When Legolas left the room, he looked both ways down the corridor, but it was completely isolated. It made sense because everyone always avoided the area in which the guests presently were, so as not to disturb anything, but where was Silva? His brow furrowed slightly. Where had she disappeared to? He was very much looking forward to teasing her about his success. He couldn't wait until they went to Erebor. He wouldn't let her live this down for a very long time.
He set off to his left, wondering where in the name of Arda she had gotten to. He soon discovered her whereabouts, however, when he passed a small study and a delicate hand shot out, pulling his inside.
As she pushed him against the wall, their lips locked together in an urgent and passionate embrace, their hands rediscovering every curve and juncture of their partner. It was as though they'd spent years apart. How could she have lasted two months without this? The complete euphoria of feeling him this close to her once more covered her in waves.
Without breaking their kiss, she locked the door that was now at their side. He pulled away and looked at her, alarmed for a moment. He hadn't expected her to want the whole lot immediately when there were guests awaiting his return. Not that that minor detail bothered her.
"Silva, what are-" She clamped her hand over his mouth.
"Shut up and strip!"
**
1 Oh gifted one in love-making
E/N: I know monkey nut would have been beyond hysterically funny, but he really did have to prove her wrong, just to piss her off. And would you want to snog a dwarf?
Please r&r! Thank you! (",)
Translations: Vedui, ada = greetings, father Ion-nin = my son Aredhelamin = My (Elf) lord Avá rutha = relax/don't anger Hehta so = ignore him Ná quildë = be quiet Lle = you Tampa tanya = stop that
The longer sentences will be marked as they usually are and translated at the end. And this is the format in which I'll be doing translations from now on.
Chapter 30
It took them a further six weeks to arrive back in Mirkwood. With only one week of the bet left, neither of them had given into the temptation that cursed them both now almost every night. Silva had taken to driving them both to the brink of insanity by continually making lewd and suggestive comments about what she was going to do when this was all over.
Thranduil was most concerned when they entered separately, Silva and then Legolas. 'Oh gods, what's happened now?!' he thought. He was also ecstatic to see them again, however, and that took first place.
"Welcome home!" he cried aloud, standing from his throne and walking to them. "It is wonderful to have you both home once more!"
"It's great to be home," said Silva, hugging the King of Mirkwood.
"Vedui, ada," said Legolas, bowing his head respectfully.
"Ion-nin!" Thranduil embraced his son happily. Legolas heard Silva's voice in his mind saying 'See, I told you!' and she was smirking. He rolled her eyes.
"I am overjoyed to see you both safely home," continued Thranduil. "But tell me, what is wrong?" Silva and Legolas looked perplexed. "You entered separately and even now you stand apart. What has happened?" They both started laughing.
"Oh, nothing is wrong," said Legolas. "It's just an agreement we've come to."
"No physical contact for two months," added Silva. "We've got a week left." Thranduil looked very shocked.
"....not anything?"
"Yep."
"....not even-"
"Not even anything. We've lasted seven weeks so far, there's a week to go. He's going to break any day now."
"Actually, I have more will power than she, father," said Legolas. "She'll come to me soon and beg me to forget the bet."
"Ok, I'm not even going to pretend to understand you two," sighed Thranduil. "You're both mad."
"But would you have us any other way?" asked Silva. The King laughed. "I thought not. I know you love us really."
"How could I not?"
"Thranduil, can I ask you a favour?" He nodded. "Is my old chamber still free? I'd like to stay in there for the next however many days it is till he crumbles." Thranduil saw the look of his distress cross his son's face and it was quickly hidden.
"Afraid you'll be tempted, Silva?" Legolas jested.
"I will not risk touching you whilst sleeping," she said lightly. "But if you'd rather just surrender now and get it over with, we can have the arrangements ready for tomorrow."
"Arrangements?" echoed Thranduil.
"The stakes," said Silva. "We decided against money. It's not embarrassing enough."
"And what are the stakes?"
"You'll find out soon enough, father," said Legolas. "And to you comment, Silva, no, I don't need to surrender. I can last it."
"Sure you can, honey." She turned to the confused Elf King. "So, may I have that room?"
"Of course you can.... it's free.... take it now if you like.... and I still think you're both insane."
"You know, I think you may be right." She kissed Thranduil's cheek. "I'll see you at the meal tonight. Good day." She winked at Legolas and just before she left the room, she said, "See you later, ai antaquën mí melcarmë1." Legolas blushed deeply and Thranduil struggled to keep a straight face.
**
~* One week later *~
Silva was pacing her chamber. 'Not mine for much longer,' she gratefully thought. She now realised that she never wanted to be parted from him again. It was quite a lesson. It had taught her that she 1) couldn't live without sex and 2) most importantly, she couldn't live without Legolas. Although they hadn't been away from one another, it had been as though there was a barrier between them. It was like a repeat of that first year when she fought against her love for him, trying desperately to suppress but with every day the ache gradually turned into pain. She now knew just how much he meant to her and just how much she didn't show him the appreciation he deserved.
She decided that she was going to wait until the noon bell rung and then she would pay her beloved a little visit. Actually, it was likely to take all day as they had a lot of lost time to make up for. She reckoned it must be 11 o'clock now. 'One hour,' she thought. 'Just an hour left. Oh, Legolas, please give in! I don't want to snog a dwarf!'
There was a knock at the door. 'Please! Please! Please!' She opened it and there stood one of Thranduil's courtiers. 'Damn!'
"Yes?" she asked.
"King Thranduil sends his apologies, ma'am, but you're required in the small dining room. He is having an early lunch."
"Now?"
"Yes, ma'am."
"How long will it take?"
"I don't know, ma'am. He has guests from Esgaroth." She groaned. "Ma'am?" This meant she had to serve them as the Lady of Mirkwood.
"Oh, nothing. I'll be there as soon as I'm dressed." She closed the door and leant against it. 'If he lasts till 12, I'm leaving that meal. I don't care what's happening. It can be the Last Alliance a second time round for all I care. I'M BLOODY DESPERATE!!'
She found her simple and yet elegantly stylish dress that she always wore on occasions with guests. She called it the 'posh frock' (to Legolas' annoyance). It was nothing extravagant, but it enhanced her in all the right places and was very becoming of her. She hoped it would drive Legolas over the edge, but she very much doubted. 'Too much bloody will power.'
"Forgive my lateness, aredhelamin," she said as she entered the small(ish) room. She curtseyed to Thranduil and Legolas, and then to the three men of Esgaroth. "I was barely dressed when I received the message." Legolas just about his the smile, but she noticed the twitch at the corner of his mouth. "Good morning, gentlemen." The guests nodded in return, though the one on the left found his eyes roaming over the rest of her body, lingering on her breasts. She ignored this undressing with his eyes and turned to Thranduil, smiling sweetly. "Would you like some wine, my lord?"
"Thank you, Silvawen," said Thranduil. "Gentlemen, this is Lady Silvawen. She will be serving us for the duration of this meeting. If there is anything you should wish for, ask her. She will answer your every need." Silva bit her lip. He had to word it like that, didn't he?
"That is very kind, your highness," said Anris, the leader of the three He looked at Silva quizzically as she poured his wine. "Tell me, Lady Silvawen, you are not of Elf kind. How is it that you live among the fair folk?"
"I sought sanctuary here a little over 7 years ago. These Elves have been most courteous to me, unlike others. My homeland is far away, but Mirkwood is now the place I consider home. King Thranduil has been as a father to me. He is a great and wise man."
"You speak too highly of me. Silvawen," laughed Thranduil. "You have been a joy to us also."
"I'll second that," said Legolas, grinning at her. Silva blushed slightly.
"Thank you, Prince Legolas, King Thranduil." She took the pitcher of wine back to the small table at the back of the room. "Would you like to eat now?" she asked, turning back to the five men.
"Gentlemen?" Thranduil said. "It is your choice. Would you like to sort out the business first or would you prefer to eat first?"
"I think we could all do with a little food before we begin," said the man on the left, by the name of Tarnen. "If it isn't too much trouble," he added to Silva, smiling at her. But it wasn't a pleasant smile, it was sickly and suggestive, much like the rest of him. She forced a smile to her own face.
"No trouble at all, I'll be back in a moment." She slipped out of the door and it clicked closed.
"She is a very beautiful young woman," said Anris. The two Elves fought the urge to laugh at the word 'young'. Silva was anything but.
"Yes, she is," said Thranduil.
"She is coveted by many," said Legolas. "But she is very respected and loved throughout all of Mirkwood. None would ever dare lay a finger on her," he added, sending a steely and meaningful glare in Tarnen's direction. At that moment, Silva returned bearing a large tray with five plates of food on it. She placed one in front of each guest and then in front of Legolas and Thranduil, winking at her lover again before she turned.
"Are you not joining us, Silvawen?" Thranduil queried before they began.
"Nay, my lord, you know the rules," she answered, warmly, smiling.
"Yes, I do. I'm king, that's my job, but I feel like breaking the rules today. Have a plate made up for you and join us. Please?" She laughed.
"Just this once then, since you asked so nicely. But you shouldn't make a habit of this, sire." The Elf King sighed with surrender.
"I know. But for you, we can always make exceptions."
"For you are a very exceptional woman," Legolas added to his father's sentence. Silva shook her head and turned to the visitors, avoiding Tarnen's roving eye.
"I do not know which of the two is worse," she jested and then, with a curtsey, left the room again.
"It would seem she were the ruler with the effect she has on people," chuckled Anris.
"I often wonder who rules our people, myself," said Legolas. "They hold more respect for her alone than they do for us put together. She has only to say the word and it's done."
"And yet she is serving us?" said the third, who was, as of yet, unspoken. He was sitting on the right of Anris and went by the name of Menas.
"It I the tradition of our people," explained Thranduil. "The Lady of our Realm has always served our guests, as a sign of respect on all parts."
"How does a woman that must still be considered new and young to your race aspire to such a status in the space of seven years?" questioned Tarnen with an arched eyebrow, though he'd clearly already made his own conclusions.
"She has won herself great renown amongst me and my people," said Thranduil. "She has aided us in many ways."
"I'm sure she has." Legolas tensed with anger and he met Tarnen's smug gaze.
"Avá rutha," whispered Thranduil to his son. "Hehta so." Legolas glanced sideways at his father and then took a sip from his goblet of wine, still glaring at Tarnen over it's rim.
Silva entered the room for a third time, his time carrying a small plate with a small amount of food on it. Tarnen smirked at her as she passed him and she quickly set her plate nest to Legolas (which was unfortunately opposite the vile man) and then went to the back of the room to retrieve the wine pitcher.
"Silvawen, you should have had one of the kitchen staff bring you that," said Thranduil, breaking the tense silence. "It's what they're there for. It's their job. I suspect you made it yourself as well, did you?"
"I would ask you to stop fussing, my lord, only I know you won't listen to me," she said, lightly. She returned to her seat, making sure that she still did not touch the Elven Prince. The noon bell had not struck yet.
"The King and Prince speak very highly of you, Lady Silvawen," said Anris. "I know my experience with Elves is very limited and perhaps the word of my people is not to be completely trusted, but I have always thought the Elves to be..... well, stern." The three Mirkwood residents laughed.
"Well, I had no problems impressing King Thranduil," Silva giggled. "But others, however," she looked to Legolas and then quickly away again, "took a little more persuasion. It took me a whole year to win Prince Legolas' favour. And his friendship came at a high price." Legolas looked both shocked and confused.
"How so?"
"Well, as I recall, my lord, it took shooting myself in the foot, shooting another Elf and several Elvish lessons that were made up solely of your reprimands and my embarrassment to finally befriend you."
"That's true actually." Thranduil shook his head.
"And sometimes I wonder whether you truly are friends with the way you tease one another all the time." He looked to the, somewhat, bewildered men of Esgaroth. "It can often be a living with children. But come now, we should begin the business that is looming. The sooner we do so, the sooner it is over and we can all relax."
It was then that the noon bell rung out throughout the mountain. Legolas and Silva, who had both lifted their forks to take a bite, dropped them in unison. Legolas looked delighted. Silva looked horrified. Legolas couldn't contain the laughter that he could feel building up inside him. He tried to cover it, but it didn't work. Silva scowled at him.
"Ná quildë!" she hissed, shoving him slightly.
"Um.... did we miss something?" asked Menas. Thranduil sighed in annoyance.
"No, ignore them. As I said, it's like having two children that constantly bicker. Shall we get on with it? Legolas, behave!" he added to his son.
"If you are going to begin all your formal talk of business and trade and so on, I shall leave you, unless there is anything anyone else needs," said Silva.
"Lle," said Legolas.
"Tampa tanya," she scolded, though grinning. "Very well. I will be at hand nearby if you need anything, sire. Just call." She stood up, abandoning her plate, and stood before them all. She curtseyed and turned. As she did, Legolas heard her voice in his mind. 'Follow me in a minute.' She left the room for a third time.
"Um, father?" Legolas beckoned his father move closer. They both leant nearer and Legolas whispered in his father's ear. Thranduil sighed.
"Very well. But we'll have to begin without you."
"I know. Thank you, father." Legolas stood. "I apologise, gentlemen. I shall be back reasonably soon." With that, he exited.
"Was it something we said?" asked Anris, confusedly.
"No," said Thranduil, "it's just, well..... nature calls."
**
When Legolas left the room, he looked both ways down the corridor, but it was completely isolated. It made sense because everyone always avoided the area in which the guests presently were, so as not to disturb anything, but where was Silva? His brow furrowed slightly. Where had she disappeared to? He was very much looking forward to teasing her about his success. He couldn't wait until they went to Erebor. He wouldn't let her live this down for a very long time.
He set off to his left, wondering where in the name of Arda she had gotten to. He soon discovered her whereabouts, however, when he passed a small study and a delicate hand shot out, pulling his inside.
As she pushed him against the wall, their lips locked together in an urgent and passionate embrace, their hands rediscovering every curve and juncture of their partner. It was as though they'd spent years apart. How could she have lasted two months without this? The complete euphoria of feeling him this close to her once more covered her in waves.
Without breaking their kiss, she locked the door that was now at their side. He pulled away and looked at her, alarmed for a moment. He hadn't expected her to want the whole lot immediately when there were guests awaiting his return. Not that that minor detail bothered her.
"Silva, what are-" She clamped her hand over his mouth.
"Shut up and strip!"
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1 Oh gifted one in love-making
E/N: I know monkey nut would have been beyond hysterically funny, but he really did have to prove her wrong, just to piss her off. And would you want to snog a dwarf?
Please r&r! Thank you! (",)