Translations:
Melima qúen = fair one
Nissëhon = sweetheart
Teler = little Elf
Qúenelle = little one
Mellon-nin = my friend
Ada = father
Chapter 40
As the two entered Silva's room, she had her back to them, talking to Berae.
"Silva, are you well?" Riel asked, thinking perhaps something was wrong. But when the Earth Spirit turned to them, she was wearing a brighter smile than either of them had seen since she regained consciousness, (E/N: My, Berae, what have you been doing?!)
"It's off!" she said happily, indicating her now unslinged, unbandaged right arm.
"Oh, that's great news, Silva." Riel hugged her best friend. "So now it is just your side that remains the problem?"
"Yes, but Berae has assured me that even that is doing well." The Healer nodded in agreement just as he left the room. (E/N: Guilty conscience, mate?) "Although the wound kept opening and bleeding initially, it is healing at an almost doubled pace now. In fact, right at the bottom, here- " she pointed to the right of the small of her back "-it is completely healed. There's no scab anymore. Unfortunately, there is a scar..." she trailed off. Both Legolas and Riel knew what she was thinking. Another mar to obscure her beauty. Of course it was a ridiculous thought, but Silva was very vain.
"But I shall be the only one to see it," said Legolas, "or so I should hope." She frowned at him slightly.
"Of course you will. Who else would see me so exposed?" she asked, but she immediately thought of Tarnen.
"He's gone now, Silva." She nodded and hugged her lover. "Just don't think about him."
"I just had a thought. Tell me, have the others left yet as I asked?"
"Erm.... no, they haven't."
"Why not?"
"We didn't think you really meant it," said Riel.
"To you, I didn't, but to them I did."
"Come on, Sil, be reasonable," said Legolas. "She scowled at the use of her hated nickname. "The are your sisters and think of how long you've known them, especially compared to me."
"Yes, but you would never say anything like she said to me. She insulted me, you and our relationship. I can't forgive her for that, Legolas, my patience and acceptance have a limit. She may as well just have insulted Ke- " she stopped abruptly and looked sharply to Riel, who looked confused.
"Insulted what?" Silva wracked her brain for something to say.
"Ke... Ke... Kengi!" Riel raised an eyebrow.
"Kengi?"
"Yeah, Kengi. You remember little Kemenhin that I told you about, don't you? The little Elven child that was taken to Lothlórien because his town was raided by orcs and his parents were killed."
"Yes, what's he got to do with... Kega, was it?"
"Kengi. Anyway, I was telling him about Thranduil the one day when he was about two and I said king, but from then on whenever I brought up Thranduil, he said Kengi. It's been a sort of private joke between us ever since, hasn't it, love?" She turned to Legolas and glared at him for support.
"Er, yeah, Kengi, funny stuff," he said, nervously.
"The reason I stopped so abruptly was because I remembered you wouldn't get it and I didn't want to have to explain."
"I'm starting to wish you hadn't," said Riel. She looked around quickly, as though surveying the room for the quickest escape route. Legolas took that fleeting moment to look at Silva almost disbelievingly and mouth the word 'Kengi?' to her. She shrugged and then quickly looked back to Riel.
"Anyway, what were we talking about?" Riel asked quickly.
"Silva had just said that she couldn't forgive Nilia for what she said," said Legolas.
"Exactly. I can't forgive her, she insulted everything!"
"I know, but I'm sure Nilia didn't-"
"Of course she meant it. She wouldn't have said it otherwise."
"She is sorry," said Riel. "She overreacted big time and feels terrible for it."
"Yeah, I'm sure she does."
"Look, Silva, ok, she may never accept who you've chosen to spend your life with, but since when has Nilia ever accepted any of your standards or morals or opinions? Or lack of them, as she would say."
"Well, yeah, but..."
"Just because you've chosen someone outside of our rules and two of our sisters happen to be very law-abiding, does not mean you have to sever the connection completely. The only reason you would have to worry was if you married and one of them threatened to dob you in, which you know they would never do even if you were."
"You want me to talk to them, don't you?" she said glumly.
"That's a good girl." Silva glared at the air spirit.
"Just because I'm the youngest, doesn't make me a girl."
"She didn't tell me that either," said Legolas to Riel.
"Do you know what? I'm going to leave you two to chat for a while whilst I try to find Nilia for you, Silva." Riel walked to the door. "Legolas, ask her anything, If she refuses, you have plenty of ammunition for black mail." With one last grin, she left the room. Silva looked confusedly at the Elf Prince.
"Did I miss something?"
"No, but I did." He pulled her to him and claimed her lips possessively. "It's been too long since I last did that."
"Told you that you can't live without me." A look over victory suddenly gilled his face and he started to laugh. She looked uncertain. "What? Why are you laughing?"
"Well, I do believe we still have a bet to settle." Silva looked horror- struck. "Now, what was it? Oh wait, I think I remember. Don't you have to kiss a dwarf? Why, yes, yes you do." She shoved him away from her part irritably, part playfully.
"You're cruel! I'm ill, I shouldn't have to do tasks that could make me throw up!"
"Oh, don't worry, melima qúen, we'll wait until you're fully healed."
"Git!"
"That's me." A smile then graced her face again and she slipped her arms around his waist.
"Isn't there anyway I can convince you otherwise?" She ran her hands over his rear.
"No, my love, there isn't." He pulled her hands away. "You said yourself, you're still ill and I would not have you injure yourself whilst doing something that could not be easily explained to the Healer. Also, I wouldn't miss this for the world." She looked crestfallen but crossed her arms huffily.
"You're mean."
"Do not tell me you would have let me off for anything, because we both know full well you would not."
"That's not the point."
"Yes, it is, nissëhon." He kissed her forehead. "Now, shouldn't you be in bed?"
"I should but I don't want to." Legolas sighed.
"You're too stubborn, you know." Before she even knew what he was doing, he'd picked her up and lain her gently on the bed. She scowled at him but he just grinned back and kissed her again.
The four sisters walked in. Arian and Nilia bit their tongues, Riel chuckled to herself and Rath cleared her throat to get their attention. The couple looked up.
"Ok look," said Silva, dryly, as she sat up, "the bitch parade."
"Silvawen, stop being so childish," said Rath, sternly. "They're here to apologise."
"Well, whoopdedoo for them." Nilia had to stop herself from making a sarcastic comment and instead went with her original purpose.
"Silva, I really am sorry. I had no right to say what I did-"
"You got that right."
"-and I didn't even mean half of it. I understand you're upset and angry at me, I don't blame you. I can't say I've come here to tell you I approve of your relationship with Prince Legolas, because I don't and I never will. But what I will say is I'm never going to question your choice or voice my opinions about it ever again. It's not my place to do so. I will do my best to try and befriend Prince Legolas - should he wish it - because I do know how much he means to you. I can see it now." Silva stared at her sister, though no longer with hate and anger.
"Do you really mean it, Nilia?" she asked. "You really hurt me earlier. You insulted my whole life, my whole world. That's not easily forgiven. I have to be sure you will not throw this all back in my face later."
"Silva, you're my little sister. You mean too much to me to risk nearly losing you again." Nilia sat down next to her. "Please forgive me, Silva?"
"How could I not?" They hugged tightly.
"I too am sorry, Silva," said Arian. "I know I didn't actually say anything to you but you already know I share Nilia's feelings.
"Don't worry about it. As long as you never voice your thoughts to me every again and at least attempt to get along with my beloved, I'm happy."
"I think our scornful sisters have seen a little more depth to your feelings for your Teler," said Rath. "And they've seen a little more depth to your anger too."
"I must say, I never believed you'd hit any of them," said Legolas, "so highly you always speak of them."
"Yeah, well, older sisters were made to push you beyond your limit," said Silva, grinning. "But I would never do it again. I felt so guilty after, Well, I might if it was you, Rath." The oldest sister laughed sarcastically.
"The feeling is completely neutral, qúenelle."
"You know, I couldn't say whether I hate that more or less than 'Sil'."
"Exactly why I said it, mellon-nin."
"You're just as cruel as he is." She gently pushed Legolas again.
"Oh no, I'm much worse."
"Well, we can take this up later," said Legolas. "But for now, I think we should celebrate. What's say we go to the Great Hall for a drink. My father tells me we have entertainment tonight. What do you think, Silva? Do you feel up to it?" She swung her legs off the bed as she had done earlier that day.
"Hell yeah!"
When the six of them reached the Great Hall, there they found a lively, happy, packed room and a band on the stage. They all got themselves a drink and sat at a table towards the back where it wasn't quite so noisy.
"You're very lucky," said Silva to her sisters. "This only happens once every couple of years or so. It's a shame really because everybody in Mirkwood loves it an it's always a great turn out." She turned to Legolas. "I really should have a word with ada about that, shouldn't I?"
"Yes, you should."
"So, what are we going to drink to?" asked Arian.
"I know," said Legolas. "How about to Silva's restoring health?"
"Silva's restoring health!" they chorused as they clinked their glasses and then drank from them.
"I think we've got one more thing to drink to though," said Riel. "Something that now all six of us can appreciate." Legolas started to laugh whilst the others looked confused.
"What's that?" asked Rath.
"The Valars' undies." All six of them fell about laughing and then raised their glasses again.
"LONG LIVE THE VALARS' UNDIES!!!"
**
E/N: Just so you know, my silly little comments at the beginning about Silva and Berae were not anything to be paid attention to. It was just me being random. Nothing has or will happen between them to! Just so you know!
Chapter 40
As the two entered Silva's room, she had her back to them, talking to Berae.
"Silva, are you well?" Riel asked, thinking perhaps something was wrong. But when the Earth Spirit turned to them, she was wearing a brighter smile than either of them had seen since she regained consciousness, (E/N: My, Berae, what have you been doing?!)
"It's off!" she said happily, indicating her now unslinged, unbandaged right arm.
"Oh, that's great news, Silva." Riel hugged her best friend. "So now it is just your side that remains the problem?"
"Yes, but Berae has assured me that even that is doing well." The Healer nodded in agreement just as he left the room. (E/N: Guilty conscience, mate?) "Although the wound kept opening and bleeding initially, it is healing at an almost doubled pace now. In fact, right at the bottom, here- " she pointed to the right of the small of her back "-it is completely healed. There's no scab anymore. Unfortunately, there is a scar..." she trailed off. Both Legolas and Riel knew what she was thinking. Another mar to obscure her beauty. Of course it was a ridiculous thought, but Silva was very vain.
"But I shall be the only one to see it," said Legolas, "or so I should hope." She frowned at him slightly.
"Of course you will. Who else would see me so exposed?" she asked, but she immediately thought of Tarnen.
"He's gone now, Silva." She nodded and hugged her lover. "Just don't think about him."
"I just had a thought. Tell me, have the others left yet as I asked?"
"Erm.... no, they haven't."
"Why not?"
"We didn't think you really meant it," said Riel.
"To you, I didn't, but to them I did."
"Come on, Sil, be reasonable," said Legolas. "She scowled at the use of her hated nickname. "The are your sisters and think of how long you've known them, especially compared to me."
"Yes, but you would never say anything like she said to me. She insulted me, you and our relationship. I can't forgive her for that, Legolas, my patience and acceptance have a limit. She may as well just have insulted Ke- " she stopped abruptly and looked sharply to Riel, who looked confused.
"Insulted what?" Silva wracked her brain for something to say.
"Ke... Ke... Kengi!" Riel raised an eyebrow.
"Kengi?"
"Yeah, Kengi. You remember little Kemenhin that I told you about, don't you? The little Elven child that was taken to Lothlórien because his town was raided by orcs and his parents were killed."
"Yes, what's he got to do with... Kega, was it?"
"Kengi. Anyway, I was telling him about Thranduil the one day when he was about two and I said king, but from then on whenever I brought up Thranduil, he said Kengi. It's been a sort of private joke between us ever since, hasn't it, love?" She turned to Legolas and glared at him for support.
"Er, yeah, Kengi, funny stuff," he said, nervously.
"The reason I stopped so abruptly was because I remembered you wouldn't get it and I didn't want to have to explain."
"I'm starting to wish you hadn't," said Riel. She looked around quickly, as though surveying the room for the quickest escape route. Legolas took that fleeting moment to look at Silva almost disbelievingly and mouth the word 'Kengi?' to her. She shrugged and then quickly looked back to Riel.
"Anyway, what were we talking about?" Riel asked quickly.
"Silva had just said that she couldn't forgive Nilia for what she said," said Legolas.
"Exactly. I can't forgive her, she insulted everything!"
"I know, but I'm sure Nilia didn't-"
"Of course she meant it. She wouldn't have said it otherwise."
"She is sorry," said Riel. "She overreacted big time and feels terrible for it."
"Yeah, I'm sure she does."
"Look, Silva, ok, she may never accept who you've chosen to spend your life with, but since when has Nilia ever accepted any of your standards or morals or opinions? Or lack of them, as she would say."
"Well, yeah, but..."
"Just because you've chosen someone outside of our rules and two of our sisters happen to be very law-abiding, does not mean you have to sever the connection completely. The only reason you would have to worry was if you married and one of them threatened to dob you in, which you know they would never do even if you were."
"You want me to talk to them, don't you?" she said glumly.
"That's a good girl." Silva glared at the air spirit.
"Just because I'm the youngest, doesn't make me a girl."
"She didn't tell me that either," said Legolas to Riel.
"Do you know what? I'm going to leave you two to chat for a while whilst I try to find Nilia for you, Silva." Riel walked to the door. "Legolas, ask her anything, If she refuses, you have plenty of ammunition for black mail." With one last grin, she left the room. Silva looked confusedly at the Elf Prince.
"Did I miss something?"
"No, but I did." He pulled her to him and claimed her lips possessively. "It's been too long since I last did that."
"Told you that you can't live without me." A look over victory suddenly gilled his face and he started to laugh. She looked uncertain. "What? Why are you laughing?"
"Well, I do believe we still have a bet to settle." Silva looked horror- struck. "Now, what was it? Oh wait, I think I remember. Don't you have to kiss a dwarf? Why, yes, yes you do." She shoved him away from her part irritably, part playfully.
"You're cruel! I'm ill, I shouldn't have to do tasks that could make me throw up!"
"Oh, don't worry, melima qúen, we'll wait until you're fully healed."
"Git!"
"That's me." A smile then graced her face again and she slipped her arms around his waist.
"Isn't there anyway I can convince you otherwise?" She ran her hands over his rear.
"No, my love, there isn't." He pulled her hands away. "You said yourself, you're still ill and I would not have you injure yourself whilst doing something that could not be easily explained to the Healer. Also, I wouldn't miss this for the world." She looked crestfallen but crossed her arms huffily.
"You're mean."
"Do not tell me you would have let me off for anything, because we both know full well you would not."
"That's not the point."
"Yes, it is, nissëhon." He kissed her forehead. "Now, shouldn't you be in bed?"
"I should but I don't want to." Legolas sighed.
"You're too stubborn, you know." Before she even knew what he was doing, he'd picked her up and lain her gently on the bed. She scowled at him but he just grinned back and kissed her again.
The four sisters walked in. Arian and Nilia bit their tongues, Riel chuckled to herself and Rath cleared her throat to get their attention. The couple looked up.
"Ok look," said Silva, dryly, as she sat up, "the bitch parade."
"Silvawen, stop being so childish," said Rath, sternly. "They're here to apologise."
"Well, whoopdedoo for them." Nilia had to stop herself from making a sarcastic comment and instead went with her original purpose.
"Silva, I really am sorry. I had no right to say what I did-"
"You got that right."
"-and I didn't even mean half of it. I understand you're upset and angry at me, I don't blame you. I can't say I've come here to tell you I approve of your relationship with Prince Legolas, because I don't and I never will. But what I will say is I'm never going to question your choice or voice my opinions about it ever again. It's not my place to do so. I will do my best to try and befriend Prince Legolas - should he wish it - because I do know how much he means to you. I can see it now." Silva stared at her sister, though no longer with hate and anger.
"Do you really mean it, Nilia?" she asked. "You really hurt me earlier. You insulted my whole life, my whole world. That's not easily forgiven. I have to be sure you will not throw this all back in my face later."
"Silva, you're my little sister. You mean too much to me to risk nearly losing you again." Nilia sat down next to her. "Please forgive me, Silva?"
"How could I not?" They hugged tightly.
"I too am sorry, Silva," said Arian. "I know I didn't actually say anything to you but you already know I share Nilia's feelings.
"Don't worry about it. As long as you never voice your thoughts to me every again and at least attempt to get along with my beloved, I'm happy."
"I think our scornful sisters have seen a little more depth to your feelings for your Teler," said Rath. "And they've seen a little more depth to your anger too."
"I must say, I never believed you'd hit any of them," said Legolas, "so highly you always speak of them."
"Yeah, well, older sisters were made to push you beyond your limit," said Silva, grinning. "But I would never do it again. I felt so guilty after, Well, I might if it was you, Rath." The oldest sister laughed sarcastically.
"The feeling is completely neutral, qúenelle."
"You know, I couldn't say whether I hate that more or less than 'Sil'."
"Exactly why I said it, mellon-nin."
"You're just as cruel as he is." She gently pushed Legolas again.
"Oh no, I'm much worse."
"Well, we can take this up later," said Legolas. "But for now, I think we should celebrate. What's say we go to the Great Hall for a drink. My father tells me we have entertainment tonight. What do you think, Silva? Do you feel up to it?" She swung her legs off the bed as she had done earlier that day.
"Hell yeah!"
When the six of them reached the Great Hall, there they found a lively, happy, packed room and a band on the stage. They all got themselves a drink and sat at a table towards the back where it wasn't quite so noisy.
"You're very lucky," said Silva to her sisters. "This only happens once every couple of years or so. It's a shame really because everybody in Mirkwood loves it an it's always a great turn out." She turned to Legolas. "I really should have a word with ada about that, shouldn't I?"
"Yes, you should."
"So, what are we going to drink to?" asked Arian.
"I know," said Legolas. "How about to Silva's restoring health?"
"Silva's restoring health!" they chorused as they clinked their glasses and then drank from them.
"I think we've got one more thing to drink to though," said Riel. "Something that now all six of us can appreciate." Legolas started to laugh whilst the others looked confused.
"What's that?" asked Rath.
"The Valars' undies." All six of them fell about laughing and then raised their glasses again.
"LONG LIVE THE VALARS' UNDIES!!!"
**
E/N: Just so you know, my silly little comments at the beginning about Silva and Berae were not anything to be paid attention to. It was just me being random. Nothing has or will happen between them to! Just so you know!