Disclaimer: I don't own LOTR. I also don't own Caleniel, Cadunír, Rodwen, Thinedhel, Elvellaswen, Gaenír, or Aearoniell; they belong to Tador and Aearoniell, who have given me permission to use their characters for my own twisted ideas.

Lady Caleniel

By: Mika Saito

Chapter 13- Caught in the act

Gaenír glanced at Caleniel, following Aearoniell's gaze. He raised an eyebrow curiously, but put the thought aside. Probably a servant who had taken it upon himself to take the overly drunken she-elf to her room. Still, a feeling of unease settled itself in the pit of his stomach. Something was definitely wrong, but he could not place what it might have been.

The sudden appearance of Gandalf at his side got his mind off Caleniel, Gandalf having engaged him in an awkward conversation.

Legolas led a giggling Caleniel down the hallway; carefully taking the lesser used ones, back towards her room. Having watched her surreptitiously throughout the evening, he had noticed early on that she was drinking more than she should have been. Several times he had wanted to take her glass away from her, and had to remind himself that it wasn't his place to do so.

When she had turned to Gaenír in her drunkenness and asked if he thought Legolas was sexy he had tried hard not to laugh, and in the process had drawn attention to himself. Sighing tiredly, Legolas glanced back at Caleniel, who was still giggling at what appeared to be nothing. Obviously, he would not get any answers out of her while she was like this. With a slight shake of his head Legolas opened the door to her room and pulled her in.

"Caleniel," Legolas said firmly once the door was closed, his hands going to grip her upper arms to get her attention.

"Yes Prince?" She giggled. Legolas sighed again and began to lead Caleniel towards the bed.

"You should lie down."

"I don't want to!" Caleniel exclaimed, trying to pull away from his grasp. Instead of pulling away she managed to trip over her own feet and began to fall. Legolas tried to grab her and steady her, but only ended up loosing his balance as well. Not being able to regain his lost balance, he tried to move so that she would not be fallen on, barely succeeding, only to have her land on top of him.

Caleniel lay giggling on top of him, watching as Legolas took in their positions. He sighed and gently rolled onto his side so that she lay next to him instead of on him.

"You're a klutz," he told her.

Caleniel stopped giggling and leaned in to gently brush her lips across Legolas's. He wrapped his arms around her waist and rolled so that she lay beneath him on her back. Faintly he heard a knocking sound and a voice, but ignored it as he deepened the kiss.

The elf hummed softly to himself as he walked down the deserted corridor towards the garden. He had heard giggling a little ways back, but had not really thought much of it, since it was probably just a guest whom had drunk too much. As he passed a door on his right, he heard a muffled feminine voice, followed by a thump. The servant stopped and thought for a moment to think whose room he had just passed.

Remembering whose room it was, he walked back to the door. He had better check to be sure she was ok. He did not want Gaenír or Prince Legolas; both of whom had approached him and several other servants about reporting anything weird that happened around Caleniel's room, to get mad at him. The servant knocked loudly on the door.

"Lady Caleniel? Are you alright?" He called. He waited a few moments before knocking again. When he still received no response he turned and headed back to the banquet hall to find Legolas or Gaenír, whichever he could find first.

The servant stepped into the hall and began looking around for the Prince first. After checking the dancing elves for Legolas and not finding him, he turned to the few remaining elves at the tables. It did not take him long to realize that Legolas was not there, but Gaenír was.

Having spotted one of the elves he had been searching for, he moved quickly towards Gaenír.

"Excuse me," the servant interrupted, "you asked to be informed of anything unusual happening around Lady Caleniel's rooms, did you not?"

"Yes, I did," Gaenír turned his full attention towards the servant.

"I heard a noise, like someone falling, from her room. I knocked on the door and asked if she was alright, but she didn't answer." Gaenír sat in silence for a moment before replying.

"Alright. Thank you." The servant nodded and left.

"You should go check on her," Aearoniell spoke softly as she gazed out at the dance floor. "The Prince was watching her throughout the evening, and he left just before you told her to leave." She glanced at Gaenír. "And I don't think that elf she was following was a servant."

"I think I will go check on her." Gaenír commented absentmindedly. Aearoniell smirked at him and nodded as he stood and left the hall.

He walked quickly towards Caleniel's room, a faint sense of dread replacing the uneasy feeling. His confusion at his feelings grew. Was he afraid of finding Caleniel with Legolas? Of course he was. If he found them together then his plan was in danger; there was no other reason for his fear. Or was there? He shrugged the thought away when he reached Caleniel's door. He raised his hand and knocked. No answer, but he could sense that she was in her room, with someone else.

Quickly he opened the door, only to find Legolas and Caleviel lying on the floor, kissing.