Hi there me readers,
I am sorry it has taken me sooo very long to update on this fanfic. I have been very busy with kiddos in school and all that. Anyway, just to let you know I have also update chapter was it 7 I believe, hahahaha, the chapter before this one anyway. I am going to be finishing up this story in the next chapter or two. Please read and review I would like to know what you think of not only this chapter but the updated version of the last chapter.
Thanks,
Hisster
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Daelon moaned and stirred restlessly in her sleep. Her restlessness woke Legolas, who up until then slept contentedly next to her, propping himself up on an elbow he brushed the hair that stuck to her face away. She is dreaming of the Witch-king, he thought. She whimpered and seemed to struggle.
"Shhh," he whispered, "It is all right, melamin, you are safe." She continued to moan, whimper and struggle. "Daelon, wake up, you are dreaming." He tried to wake her gently so he did not startle her.
Suddenly, with a terrified, strangled scream, Daelon woke. She sat up, her breath coming in heaves.
"Not again," she said wearily, pulling her knees up to her chest and laying her head upon them. Legolas reached out to her, pulling her to him. She slid over to him and lay against his chest. He stroked her soft, mussed hair.
"It was only a dream," he whispered to her.
"I am so tired of these dreams, Legolas. They will not leave me, make them go away," she pleaded. The dream was soon a lost thought as Legolas rolled them both over and hovered above Daelon for a moment before leaning down to kiss her deeply as he moved above her. His long blonde hair created a curtain around them as they continued to kiss. Daelon, responded with a passion greater than she had felt earlier, pressing her body against him with a wanton need. Her reaction to the dream and her newly awakened passion for Legolas spurred her on. Once that passion had burnt itself out they slept, the dreams did not return.
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The sun was shining bright and golden on the white tower at the very top of Minas Tirith. Its brightness seemed to say; here I am to celebrate with you. Servants, townspeople and others bustled around getting ready to go see the ceremony between Lord Faramir and Lady Eowyn.
Eowyn stopped in the middle of the great hall and spun in a circle looking for something or someone. Aragorn, Arwen and Gimli sat at a smaller version of the great tables that usually took their places in the great hall enjoying some morning bread and hot drink before it was time to get busy.
"Has anyone seen Daelon? She should be down here so we can be sure her tunic fits just right," Eowyn said. She looked around, her eyes stopping as her husband to be stepped into the hall with a frown upon his face.
"Has anyone seen Legolas, he said he would go hunting with me this morning. It is too late now the sun is high." Plopping down on the bench next to the dwarf, he grabbed a piece of bread and picked at it. Aragorn exchanged a sly look with Arwen and then Gimli who could not help but let out a guffaw.
"What is so funny, Dwarf?" Faramir asked looking the smiling faces around the table.
"It seems our two other lovers have stolen some time to themselves," Aragorn said.
"Have they now, this is not one of the most convenient of times is it?" Faramir asked sweeping his hand around the hall. Eowyn had joined them now.
"What is it?" She asked.
"Legolas and Daelon have stolen off somewhere for a tryst," Faramir said the frown remaining on his face.
"I will see if I can find them," Aragorn said, standing from the table. His eyes meeting Arwen's for a moment before parting.
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The sun shone brightly in through the open shutters of Daelon's room. She stirred in the brightness, stretching as she came more awake. She was aware only of the tangled blankets that half covered her. Legolas slept beside her, his breathing soft and steady. She opened her eyes.
Looking around Daelon realized it was much later than she had first thought. It was not just after sunrise but later yet perhaps moving on toward midday. Her movements woke Legolas; he smiled and tried to pull her to him, this time she resisted.
"It is late, Legolas, we should have been downstairs long ago," Daelon said. "Were you not to go hunting with Faramir early this morning?"
"Yes I was, I got a little distracted last night," he grinned at her. She smiled and moved to kiss him when a knock startled both of them.
"Daelon, Legolas, you had best be covered I am coming in," Aragorn's voice came from the hallway. Just as they had tugged the blankets over themselves, the best they could, the door opened and a stern looking Aragorn stepped into the room.
"The bride and groom are looking for the two of you," he said, and then unable to keep the stern look planted he smiled at the two of them. "You two should go bathe, get dressed, do whatever it is you need to do to be presentable and get down there. Eowyn will be up here looking for you Daelon if you do not make an appearance soon. You are to try on your tunic one last time to be sure it will fit you just right." Aragorn, shaking his head, left them alone to gather themsleves.
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Daelon stood in the center of the room where she, Arwen, and Eowyn had cloistered themselves until the ceremony. The tunic that the seamstress had made her fit perfectly; the deep blue, shimmering material embroidered with symbols of not only Gondor but Rivendell as well. Arwen brushed Daelon's growing brown hair, it was now to her shoulder and a little unruly but Arwen managed to get it to look beautiful.
Arwen wore a blue gown just lighter in color than the tunic and matching the leggings Daelon wore. Her long dark hair was in ringlets down her back and her crown placed atop her dark head.
Eowyn's gown was exquisite, there were, it seemed a million tiny beads sparkling like the stars. Her long blonde hair piled on her head with strands of ringlets dropping down passed her shoulders. Her smile was as bright at the sun shining above.
"You are a beautiful bride, Eowyn," Arwen said.
A knock at the door alerted them that it must be time. Daelon stepped over to the door to see who it was.
Lord Eomer stood inside the doorway. He looked quite handsome in his rohirrim uniform. A smile spread across his face when he realized Daelon had opened the door to him.
"You are looking quite beautiful, Ranger. I hope you are saving a dance for me later," he said.
"Perhaps," Daelon said, "Are they ready for us?"
She did not like the fact he so blatantly showed his interest in her. Did he not know what the others knew, that she and Legolas were in the true sense, lovers. Perhaps he does not care, she thought.
"Yes, it is time," he said. Eowyn and Arwen appeared behind Daelon. They all made their way to the top of the stairs where they would start their procession.
Lord Elrond waited at the top of the stairs; he held something in his hands. As Daelon approached, he stepped up to her.
"I would be honored for you to wear this, my daughter." He held up an intricate silver circlet, similar to the one he wore at his forehead. In its design, there was no doubt the pledge that she was from not only Rivendell but his daughter as well. He placed it at her forehead and moved down the stairs to take a seat. Arwen, her sister, smiled at her, she had welcomed the girl as family long before they knew they truly were.
Arwen was the first down the stairs and up to where Aragorn waited to wed his captain, who stood beside him, to the shield maiden. Daelon was the next one; she made her way down the stairs. First catching her father's eyes, the Legolas', which made her blush, then when she approached the spot where the others stood, she caught Faramir's gaze. She nodded and smiled to him. Their love had not stopped, only changed.
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Laughter could be heard above the music. It seemed everyone had a plate or mug in his or her hands or both. Faramir and Eowyn, after the honorary dance, were snug in a corner eating and enjoying their new position as husband and wife. Arwen and Aragorn had joined them, probably to tell them some newlywed stories of their own.
Legolas and Gimli sat at a table with some of the Gondor and Rohan soldiers. Legolas kept looking around for Daelon she seemed to have disappeared.
When he finally spotted her, she was dancing with one of the soldiers. He watched her; the bright smile on her face cheered him yet a pang of jealously spread through him. As he watched, Eomer stepped in tapping the soldier on the shoulder to change places. Daelon bowed to the soldier and took her place with Eomer.
"So you did save a dance for me," Eomer said, smiling at her.
"I did not exactly save it for you," Daelon replied. She would not let the brazen captain spoil her mood.
"Are you going to tell me you are not attracted to me at all? You have had the captain of your very own army, why not the captain of another?" Eomer asked.
"You, my lord, are going at this wrong. I choose who I sleep with. Right now I have a lover." Daelon stepped back from Eomer, turned and began to walk toward the tables where Aragorn, Legolas, Gimli and the others were. As she did, a big meaty hand grabbed her by the arm, swinging her around to face him.
As she swung around, she came face to face with the soldier who had caused her so much trouble.
"I want a dance," the big man said.
"I am sorry, I don't feel like dancing again just yet, perhaps later," Daelon said, smiling up at him.
"I said I want to dance, and I want to dance now," the big brute demanded.
"I think you have had a bit too much drink, Soldier, perhaps you should go sleep it off in the barracks," Daelon said. She was determined not to get into a fight; she would ruin her tunic and perhaps lose the circlet that Elrond had given her.
"That is a mighty fine idea, there, Ranger. Why don't you join me," the big man sneered.
"No, thank you." Daelon said, she turned to walk away.
"Oh, is that how it is," the man's voice was louder now. "You can bed the captain, but you don't go for the soldiers is that it, Ranger." Daelon faced away from the soldier but faced a direct path to where her friends and family sat. Her eyes focused on Faramir, his face was a deep shade of red and the anger radiated from him. The music had stopped playing and everyone stood silently, holding their breath. Daelon forced her gaze upon Eowyn whose eyes were a big as saucers. Tears of anger, hurt, exhaustion, and any number of other emotions fell down Daelon's cheeks at she turned back to the big man.
"Idiot, do you have any idea what you have done?" She asked blinking back the tears. "You have just ruined your captain's marriage before it has even begun." Daelon seethed with anger. "You need to return to the barracks and sleep it off. Captain Faramir will deal with you tomorrow." Yet again, Daelon turned to walk away.
"You are not leaving me just yet, Ranger," the big man growled as he grabbed her and pulled her back to him. She struggled to get loose, the circlet of silver fell to the floor with a tinkling sound as it hit.
Daelon struck out with her fist, it connected to the brute's jaw. It loosened his grip so she could skitter away.
Just when she thought, he was not going to come after her he did with knife drawn. Daelon had not worn any weapons there was no need.
"Daelon!" Legolas shouted and threw one of his elven daggers to her. She grabbed it as it spun in the air toward her. She circled the big man. Hot tears threatened to spill once again but she did not dare let them. She needed all her senses working for her, not against her. Clearing her head of all thoughts, she attacked.
It was over too quickly, her knife passed by the man's throat, a thin line of blood appeared; she came to a stop facing away from the man. By the time she turned to see the damage the brute lay spread eagle on the floor in a pool of arterial blood. She dropped the dagger and ran from the room.