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Claimer: All I got is 200+ posters of Orlando Bloom and, uh, whatever else is in my room (if your brave enough to search through it). I partially own Silvawen. I fully own Kemenhin, Fëalindalë (I know she was ages ago, but I still own her) and Midnight. Basically, anything that is in this fic that Tolkien didn't create is mine, unless otherwise stated. There, that was a much simpler way of putting it. *sigh* Damn me.
E/N: I am SOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO sorry this has taken so long! My original excuse was I was away for a week and when I came back, my computer had a virus on it that took us ages to sort out. However, my computer has now been fixed for about two weeks, and I could still use it anyway, but I just... well... forgot, if I'm honest. And I got caught up with other fics that have yet to be posted that are already several chapters long and all things like that. But, the main thing, I have now updated. And yet, in saying that I also have to tell you that due to my return to school on the 3rd Sept. updates will be few and far between... well, even more so than they have been of late, anyway. So, you have now been warned.
I'm feeling romantic, so bear with me. I want to let Silva have what God is refusing me right now.
Translations: Alcarinqua aranel tel'kemen = radiant princess of the earth Meleth-nin = my love Qúenelle = little one Nissëhon = sweetheart
Chapter 46
Silva awoke in Legolas' arms and felt the soft grass beneath her naked back. She was covered with a blanket, he must have retrieved one whilst she slept. She inhaled deeply and sighed as she looked up to the sky and saw it glowing a deep reddy-purple with the oncoming dawn. She snuggled closer to her partner, she felt his arms tighten around her.
"Good morning, alcarinqua aranel tel'kemen," he said, kissing her lips lightly. She chuckled gently.
"Someone's in a good mood this morning."
"I have much to be happy about. I have the love of the most beautiful woman I have ever met and we have just made love under the moonlit sky. We also have a beautiful son, and though we cannot reveal our true responsibilities, he treats us as parents anyway. Right now, I couldn't be happier." She laughed and kissed him again.
"Well, I suppose when you put it that way, you're pretty damn lucky, aren't you? My life isn't so bad really either, when you think about it. As you say, we have a beautiful son who, though does not know we are his parents, treats us as such anyway. A beautiful home. The love of the fairest Elf in all of Mirkwood. I suppose I'm quite content." He knelt up and smiled warmly down at her.
"Come, let us go the falls of Nimrodel. The sunrises there are amazing and I would have us watch the sun rise together in the most perfect way after such a perfect night." He took her hand and helped her up. As he went to turn, she pulled him back into her arms and kissed him passionately.
"Just so you know I love you," she said with a grin, echoing the words he had once said to her.
They dressed reasonably quickly and left the small clearing for the falls of Nimrodel. They watched the sunrise peacefully and then decided to take a stroll through the forest under the pale morning light.
After they had been silent for a while, Legolas felt he needed to say something to her, even though it could spoil the mood, somewhat.
"Silva, there's something you should know," he said. She looked curiously at him, though there was no sign that her happiness had faded.
"And what's that, meleth-nin?"
"I'm sorry to ruin the atmosphere, but it's something that Haldir said to me last night." Her smile vanished. "I don't think we should let it bother us but, well, he told me last night that he's... fallen in love with you." She stared at him incredulously for several seconds and then burst out laughing.
"Very funny, Legolas," she said. "Like I'm going to believe that! Haldir loves me? Yeah, as if! The guy hates me, especially now!" Legolas shook his head and her laughter died away. "You're not joking?"
"No, he told me he'd fallen for you and his heart is breaking. I heard him singing." Silva snorted.
"Haldir sings?"
"It was song about unrequited love. He's got it bad, Sil, things are going to be really awkward."
"Legolas, with Haldir, when are they not?"
"That's true, but he's going to be feeling really bad when he sees us together so happy this morning."
"Good! The git deserves everything he gets!"
"That's a bit heartless, Silva."
"I don't care. I officially hate Haldir more than ever now! He tried to come between us! Git!"
"You didn't exactly stop him though, did you?" She looked at him sharply, though there was a glint of sorrow in her eyes.
"I thought you didn't care."
"I don't, but you can't put the blame completely on him. It takes two to tango."
"We didn't tango in any sense of the word!" Her voice was steadily getting more high-pitched.
"Silva, you're getting hysterical."
"I don't care! You obviously don't believe me that there was nothing in that damn kiss!! How can I show y-" Legolas was bored of her ranting, so he seized her waist, leant her over his arm and claimed her lips. (E/N: You know, like in those typical big romantic scenes in movies, when the hero enters the room and sweeps the gorgeous princess off her feet, blah, blah, blah!)
"Is that proof enough that I don't care?" She nodded mutely, and he lifted her. "Good. Are you going to stop moaning now?" She nodded again. "Good." He kissed the tip of her nose. "I didn't tell you to give you an excuse to go off on one at me. I told you because you need to know and-" he sighed "-you probably want to use it to your advantage." She grinned.
"You know me so well!"
"Yes I do. Now then, shall we head back? No doubt Kemen will be wondering where we are. And I really want to see what Elladan did to Haldir in the end." She laughed again.
"Yes, I do too. All right, come on then. Off to the city we go!" She took his hand they started back towards Caras Galadhon.
They reached the city to find, of course, that Kemen was indeed inquiring their whereabouts. They saw the back of the frustrated child tugging furiously at Haldir's (who was looking rather peaky to say the least) sleeve.
"Haldir!! Haldir!! Where are Silva and Legolas? No one will tell me! Do you know? Haldir!" Haldir was trying his hardest to ignore the child, but eventually snapped.
"No, Kemenhin, I do not know where they are, but I suspect they are probably hiding from you because you're such a-" He turned to see Silva watching him expectantly, arms crossed. Legolas was glaring at him.
"Go head," he growled. "Finish that sentence." Haldir hesitated for a moment, returning the ice cold gaze.
"They're right there, Kemenhin," he muttered, then turned and stalked away.
"Git," said the Elven child. Legolas chuckled and Silva roared with laughter.
"He is indeed, qúenelle," laughed the Elven prince. "Well said." 'No doubt about him being my son, is there?' Silva giggled mentally to her lover.
"I like that word," said Kemen. "Sounds good. Git." The boy chuckled to himself. "Git. Very good word."
"I'm glad my curses can be of use not only to myself," said Silva, proudly.
"You're good at cursing people," said Kemen.
"Often too good," said Legolas.
"I will accept that as a compliment, for your own sake, darling," Silva said, smirking slightly.
"You are so kind, oh earthly one."
"Yes, I am, aren't I?"
"Silva?" Kemen said, the tone of his voice suggesting he was about to ask something of her.
"What would you like this time, Kemen?" she said, smiling.
"Um, well, I was thinking...."
"Yes?"
"Well, you see, I was wondering.... well, I don't like it when you go away.... so, do you think...."
"Just say it, Kemen," said Legolas.
"Couldn't you live here? Arwen already told me you lived here ages and ages ago. Couldn't you come back? Auntie Galadriel says that you can come back. And Arwen doesn't like it when you go away either."
"Have you been making plans behind our backs, young man?" Silva said, mock-scolding him.
"I only asked a little bit. Arwen says you're going away soon again. But I don't want you to go."
"Oh, Kemen," she hugged him tightly, "you know we would stay if we could, but I told you last time, this isn't out home. We belong in Mirkwood."
"But why? It's not fair!"
"I know it's not, nissëhon, but life isn't fair."
"I want to live with you and Legolas. Let me go with you, pleeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeease?!"
"Kemen, at the moment, it's just not possible. Maybe, in a few years..." she caught Legolas' eye and he was giving her a warning look that said 'Don't make promises you can't keep'.
"Lothlórien is your home, Kemen," he said, "and Mirkwood is ours. We know you love us as much as we love you, but we don't live close to one another, it can't be helped. We promised you, and still promise, we will come and visit you as often as we can."
"And when you're old enough," said Silva, "you can visit us too. At the moment you are too young and everyone here is too busy to bring you to Mirkwood, but when you're old enough to travel alone, maybe you can come to us for a change."
"But that's ages away!" Kemen moaned.
"I know, honey, I know. It's not fair on anybody, but it can't be helped. We've just got to make the most of the time we have together now, don't waste it, until other arrangements can be made." Legolas was still looking at her to make her stop with the promises, but she knew that what she was saying would happen, because nobody had the guts to stand up to her, not even Legolas, however hard he tried.
"Promise?"
"We'll see."
"Promise me, Silva. When I'm growed up I can live with you."
"I can't promise, qúenelle, but we'll just have to wait and see what the future brings. I'm sorry, I know that's not what you wanted to hear, but it's the best I can say to you at the moment. It's a possibility, that's all." Kemen sighed loudly and sadly.
"All right."
"Good boy. Now then, no more plans behind our backs with Arwen and Galadriel, ok?" He nodded.
"Let's get back to everyone else so we can have something to eat," said Legolas, mainly to Silva but partly to his son also. "Have you eaten, Kemen?"
"Nope."
"Right then, well, I don't know about you two, but I'm starving. Let's go and have a HUGE breakfast!"
"Sounds good to me!"
**
E/N: Dammit, I always manage to go completely off course whenever I introduce Kemen into a chapter. It's a pain really, but then again, I'm drawing out a fic that I love to pieces and could have ended AGES ago! I'm good at that, aren't I? *giggle* Anywayz, I'm gonna go write the next chapter of this so I can update two together, that way I kinda make up for the lack of updates... I hope.
Claimer: All I got is 200+ posters of Orlando Bloom and, uh, whatever else is in my room (if your brave enough to search through it). I partially own Silvawen. I fully own Kemenhin, Fëalindalë (I know she was ages ago, but I still own her) and Midnight. Basically, anything that is in this fic that Tolkien didn't create is mine, unless otherwise stated. There, that was a much simpler way of putting it. *sigh* Damn me.
E/N: I am SOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO sorry this has taken so long! My original excuse was I was away for a week and when I came back, my computer had a virus on it that took us ages to sort out. However, my computer has now been fixed for about two weeks, and I could still use it anyway, but I just... well... forgot, if I'm honest. And I got caught up with other fics that have yet to be posted that are already several chapters long and all things like that. But, the main thing, I have now updated. And yet, in saying that I also have to tell you that due to my return to school on the 3rd Sept. updates will be few and far between... well, even more so than they have been of late, anyway. So, you have now been warned.
I'm feeling romantic, so bear with me. I want to let Silva have what God is refusing me right now.
Translations: Alcarinqua aranel tel'kemen = radiant princess of the earth Meleth-nin = my love Qúenelle = little one Nissëhon = sweetheart
Chapter 46
Silva awoke in Legolas' arms and felt the soft grass beneath her naked back. She was covered with a blanket, he must have retrieved one whilst she slept. She inhaled deeply and sighed as she looked up to the sky and saw it glowing a deep reddy-purple with the oncoming dawn. She snuggled closer to her partner, she felt his arms tighten around her.
"Good morning, alcarinqua aranel tel'kemen," he said, kissing her lips lightly. She chuckled gently.
"Someone's in a good mood this morning."
"I have much to be happy about. I have the love of the most beautiful woman I have ever met and we have just made love under the moonlit sky. We also have a beautiful son, and though we cannot reveal our true responsibilities, he treats us as parents anyway. Right now, I couldn't be happier." She laughed and kissed him again.
"Well, I suppose when you put it that way, you're pretty damn lucky, aren't you? My life isn't so bad really either, when you think about it. As you say, we have a beautiful son who, though does not know we are his parents, treats us as such anyway. A beautiful home. The love of the fairest Elf in all of Mirkwood. I suppose I'm quite content." He knelt up and smiled warmly down at her.
"Come, let us go the falls of Nimrodel. The sunrises there are amazing and I would have us watch the sun rise together in the most perfect way after such a perfect night." He took her hand and helped her up. As he went to turn, she pulled him back into her arms and kissed him passionately.
"Just so you know I love you," she said with a grin, echoing the words he had once said to her.
They dressed reasonably quickly and left the small clearing for the falls of Nimrodel. They watched the sunrise peacefully and then decided to take a stroll through the forest under the pale morning light.
After they had been silent for a while, Legolas felt he needed to say something to her, even though it could spoil the mood, somewhat.
"Silva, there's something you should know," he said. She looked curiously at him, though there was no sign that her happiness had faded.
"And what's that, meleth-nin?"
"I'm sorry to ruin the atmosphere, but it's something that Haldir said to me last night." Her smile vanished. "I don't think we should let it bother us but, well, he told me last night that he's... fallen in love with you." She stared at him incredulously for several seconds and then burst out laughing.
"Very funny, Legolas," she said. "Like I'm going to believe that! Haldir loves me? Yeah, as if! The guy hates me, especially now!" Legolas shook his head and her laughter died away. "You're not joking?"
"No, he told me he'd fallen for you and his heart is breaking. I heard him singing." Silva snorted.
"Haldir sings?"
"It was song about unrequited love. He's got it bad, Sil, things are going to be really awkward."
"Legolas, with Haldir, when are they not?"
"That's true, but he's going to be feeling really bad when he sees us together so happy this morning."
"Good! The git deserves everything he gets!"
"That's a bit heartless, Silva."
"I don't care. I officially hate Haldir more than ever now! He tried to come between us! Git!"
"You didn't exactly stop him though, did you?" She looked at him sharply, though there was a glint of sorrow in her eyes.
"I thought you didn't care."
"I don't, but you can't put the blame completely on him. It takes two to tango."
"We didn't tango in any sense of the word!" Her voice was steadily getting more high-pitched.
"Silva, you're getting hysterical."
"I don't care! You obviously don't believe me that there was nothing in that damn kiss!! How can I show y-" Legolas was bored of her ranting, so he seized her waist, leant her over his arm and claimed her lips. (E/N: You know, like in those typical big romantic scenes in movies, when the hero enters the room and sweeps the gorgeous princess off her feet, blah, blah, blah!)
"Is that proof enough that I don't care?" She nodded mutely, and he lifted her. "Good. Are you going to stop moaning now?" She nodded again. "Good." He kissed the tip of her nose. "I didn't tell you to give you an excuse to go off on one at me. I told you because you need to know and-" he sighed "-you probably want to use it to your advantage." She grinned.
"You know me so well!"
"Yes I do. Now then, shall we head back? No doubt Kemen will be wondering where we are. And I really want to see what Elladan did to Haldir in the end." She laughed again.
"Yes, I do too. All right, come on then. Off to the city we go!" She took his hand they started back towards Caras Galadhon.
They reached the city to find, of course, that Kemen was indeed inquiring their whereabouts. They saw the back of the frustrated child tugging furiously at Haldir's (who was looking rather peaky to say the least) sleeve.
"Haldir!! Haldir!! Where are Silva and Legolas? No one will tell me! Do you know? Haldir!" Haldir was trying his hardest to ignore the child, but eventually snapped.
"No, Kemenhin, I do not know where they are, but I suspect they are probably hiding from you because you're such a-" He turned to see Silva watching him expectantly, arms crossed. Legolas was glaring at him.
"Go head," he growled. "Finish that sentence." Haldir hesitated for a moment, returning the ice cold gaze.
"They're right there, Kemenhin," he muttered, then turned and stalked away.
"Git," said the Elven child. Legolas chuckled and Silva roared with laughter.
"He is indeed, qúenelle," laughed the Elven prince. "Well said." 'No doubt about him being my son, is there?' Silva giggled mentally to her lover.
"I like that word," said Kemen. "Sounds good. Git." The boy chuckled to himself. "Git. Very good word."
"I'm glad my curses can be of use not only to myself," said Silva, proudly.
"You're good at cursing people," said Kemen.
"Often too good," said Legolas.
"I will accept that as a compliment, for your own sake, darling," Silva said, smirking slightly.
"You are so kind, oh earthly one."
"Yes, I am, aren't I?"
"Silva?" Kemen said, the tone of his voice suggesting he was about to ask something of her.
"What would you like this time, Kemen?" she said, smiling.
"Um, well, I was thinking...."
"Yes?"
"Well, you see, I was wondering.... well, I don't like it when you go away.... so, do you think...."
"Just say it, Kemen," said Legolas.
"Couldn't you live here? Arwen already told me you lived here ages and ages ago. Couldn't you come back? Auntie Galadriel says that you can come back. And Arwen doesn't like it when you go away either."
"Have you been making plans behind our backs, young man?" Silva said, mock-scolding him.
"I only asked a little bit. Arwen says you're going away soon again. But I don't want you to go."
"Oh, Kemen," she hugged him tightly, "you know we would stay if we could, but I told you last time, this isn't out home. We belong in Mirkwood."
"But why? It's not fair!"
"I know it's not, nissëhon, but life isn't fair."
"I want to live with you and Legolas. Let me go with you, pleeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeease?!"
"Kemen, at the moment, it's just not possible. Maybe, in a few years..." she caught Legolas' eye and he was giving her a warning look that said 'Don't make promises you can't keep'.
"Lothlórien is your home, Kemen," he said, "and Mirkwood is ours. We know you love us as much as we love you, but we don't live close to one another, it can't be helped. We promised you, and still promise, we will come and visit you as often as we can."
"And when you're old enough," said Silva, "you can visit us too. At the moment you are too young and everyone here is too busy to bring you to Mirkwood, but when you're old enough to travel alone, maybe you can come to us for a change."
"But that's ages away!" Kemen moaned.
"I know, honey, I know. It's not fair on anybody, but it can't be helped. We've just got to make the most of the time we have together now, don't waste it, until other arrangements can be made." Legolas was still looking at her to make her stop with the promises, but she knew that what she was saying would happen, because nobody had the guts to stand up to her, not even Legolas, however hard he tried.
"Promise?"
"We'll see."
"Promise me, Silva. When I'm growed up I can live with you."
"I can't promise, qúenelle, but we'll just have to wait and see what the future brings. I'm sorry, I know that's not what you wanted to hear, but it's the best I can say to you at the moment. It's a possibility, that's all." Kemen sighed loudly and sadly.
"All right."
"Good boy. Now then, no more plans behind our backs with Arwen and Galadriel, ok?" He nodded.
"Let's get back to everyone else so we can have something to eat," said Legolas, mainly to Silva but partly to his son also. "Have you eaten, Kemen?"
"Nope."
"Right then, well, I don't know about you two, but I'm starving. Let's go and have a HUGE breakfast!"
"Sounds good to me!"
**
E/N: Dammit, I always manage to go completely off course whenever I introduce Kemen into a chapter. It's a pain really, but then again, I'm drawing out a fic that I love to pieces and could have ended AGES ago! I'm good at that, aren't I? *giggle* Anywayz, I'm gonna go write the next chapter of this so I can update two together, that way I kinda make up for the lack of updates... I hope.