Chapter 2

I do not own the characters (apart from Nerayen (Naya)). The celebration described in this chapter is also based on Sapkowski's work, seriously after they get to Rivendell it will get much more "Tolkieny". Even if you hate the story tell me about it:D thanks a great deal.

Another thing I got the name Nerayen from one of the Islands in Myst III Exile, so that everything is clear. There is sex in this chapter, as well as some violence so the R rating is on!

They headed north. Geralt suddenly told them he wants their company. If so Naya thought she doesn't have to leave Legolas, or Len how she kept calling him now. Legolas felt numb, he could feel Naya's stiffness on his body. What good did he do? Suddenly an idea hit his head. He thought of something that could make him feel better, as well as the rest of the group.

"We are heading to Hall beside Rivendell" he felt Naya stiffen even more " so maybe we could stop in Koros and take part in the Swing Celebration" Naya suddenly loosened up and then jumped.

"You don't mean the Swing, as in the mating celebration"

"Ah, Koros, I say yes" Geralt spun around and rushed his horse.

"Seriously, that is one of the most disgusting traditions of the human race!" Naya was outraged.

"Well you seem to love all human traditions, and I say you have not tried this one yet my Lady, so I guess your hunger of experience will win over your revulsion" Legolas smiled.

"As you say Prince of Mirkwood"

As they reached Koros Naya was furious. The preparations were already ending. They found themselves three rooms at the local inn, which was hard as the place was packed. At eight they met for dinner. Had a couple of drinks and talked little. Geralt seemed emotionless as always, but Naya did catch him eyeing some women.

"Well, have fun children" Geralt got up and left the table.

"I think I'll be off as well, now seriously Naya I can stay with"

"Why would you do that" she spat out. Legolas was taken aback at her poisonous tone

"Alright, if you need help just shout my name you know my hearing, I'll hear you from anywhere in the city" as soon as he said that he turned around to leave, her words stopped him

"Geralt's hearing's as good as ours, in any case I'll call him, don't go thinking of me on a night like this" she took her beer and swallowed it all. Legolas turned around. She was beautiful, suddenly he wished he could spend this night with her. He wanted no other.

"Naya." he started but she stopped him with her hand

"This conversation is over Prince Legolas" at this she got up and left.

Legolases anger rose in him, faster then ever before. What was she on about? And more importantly what was she planning to do?

Naya had no specified plans; she went to the bonfire to check out the situation. Many people were dancing to the bard's singing and playing. He was w famous bard but she could not remember his name. The dances were hot and erotic, some even inappropriate. Many dances later Naya was feeling pretty bored. Many men have tried their luck with her, but she sent each one with a rude comment. People were getting more and more into each other, and she could not tell whether it was the magic of the celebration or of the beer they drank. She sighted Legolas about two hours before with a pretty girl around 18. Since then he was nowhere to be seen.

"My Lady in need of company?" a voice broke through her thoughts

"Definitely not yours, unless you are willing to stand and let me hit you for hours and want nothing in return" it would be so great if she could do that

"I never knew you were into that, but whatever helps you my Lady, I may not be a prince but. I can stand some hitting easily" she turned around to see the face of the rude man and jumped.

"Geralt! Oh, sorry I . I'm just a little disappointed at this whole celebration"

"Angry is the word I think" Geralt smiled. His ugly smile no longer seemed ugly to her. She got used to it a long time ago.

"Why aren't you, humping, is the word I think?"

"Well you see these women are alright, just don't feel like wasting my time on them yet, I'll get my chance." There went the smile again.

They stayed by the fire and talked. Not as much talked as drank. Geralt was not the talkative type, and Naya felt like she will never be talkative again. Her mood however lifted with the amount of beer she drank. An ugly idea sprang into her mind. As ugly as Geralt's smile seemed to most.

"You ever slept with an elf?" her eyes were showing a flirtagous smile

"Once, with an elf prostitute. It was something alright." No smile, just intensive staring. Geralt seemed to think deeply "Naya, what you are thinking is wrong, and I will only say this once. You see I have no rules apart from the ones in my job, and as much as I like my friends I see the world differently then they do. Don't ask me of what you want to ask me, because I will not regret it buy you defiantly will"

This was the longest she has ever heard him speak. The beer rushed through her veins, and she could no longer resist. This was the Swing. This was about sleeping with anyone, anyone you want.

"I ask you of nothing but of fulfilling the celebration's point" she looked down, and then up again.

"As you wish" his hands were on her face. The touch of rough skin felt weird, however they were so powerful she could not resist. Their lips met. The violent, fast kiss was exactly what she wanted. The beer seemed to rush even faster, joined by . she could not recognize it . it must have been passion or maybe lust, yes lust. She pulled away. Let out a short laugh and got up.

"Let's dance, I really like what they're all doing."

Geralt got up and led her closer to the fire. He held her tight, as they were swinging to the music. His hands travelling fast and touching exactly where she wanted them. First the neck, the collarbones, then the breasts. Her head was spinning faster. She was in so much lust she could hardly take it. She pulled away once again. Let's go. The Wiedzmin's eyes seemed to calm down. He turned around and left. She was there stuck alone by the fire, and all she wanted to do was to call out Len's name. All she wanted to do was to say "Len" softly into his ear. She could not believe she would have slept with Geralt if he hasn't run away. She did not care why he has done so. She thought she knew. It was hardly true what they say about Wiedzmins. Whatever one does to a human you can never steal their ability to feel completely. But if he spoke about friendship and backed away because of it that would mean Legolas has feelings for her. If so then why did he go of with that girl?

"Oh Galadriel, what the." she felt a sharp pain on her back "Len!" was all she managed to scream.

Legolas woke up with a start. He heard her scream. "No impossible" he thought. Then he realised he heard many other screams. He grabbed his equipment and jumped to the window. To his horror he saw about thirty orcs in the yard by the fire. He jumped out of the window and landed swiftly on the ground. Geralt showed up just behind him

"Did you hear her, I'm sorry I couldn't keep an eye on her"

"Let's go" Legolas looked into the crowed and spotted Naya on the ground by the fire. Geralt pulled out his iron sword and started to slay the orcs away. They dropped like flies under the Wiedzmin sword and the elfish arrows.

Suddenly she was lifting, she wasn't sure whether its just her head spinning, or whether someone was lifting her up. She opened her eyes, and saw brown cold eyes looking down at her. Suddenly the eyes looked up and the pupils changed shape; they became catlike. She let out a small scream and fainted again.

"Take her to Rivendell" Geralt smoothly threw Naya to Legolas. His sword once again started its job. Legolas ran out of the fight and stopped.

"There are more of them coming, you have to come, you can't handle over a hundred" Geralt thought this to be true, although he wouldn't mind trying but keeping Legolas and Naya safe was more important, so he retreated. They mounted their horses and rushed towards Rivendell. Naya started to wake up again. Legolas looked down just as she opened her eyes. The first thing she saw were the blue eyes she longed to see all night, full of worry, and no trace mocking laughter. "Saviour once again" she whispered and fainted.

Legolas did not leave her bed for even a minute. He was worried even though he knew she'd be fine. Geralt kept to himself even more then usual. He felt guilty about leaving her for a minute though he promised to keep and eye on her, but who could expect an orc's attack? Master Elrond wrote to Lady Galadriel. She promised to send her master Warden as soon as possible. All the elves of Rivendell, even the ones that found humans very savage, sang away the sadness in memory of raped women, killed man and a hurt elfish princess. They could not believe all of this happened so close to their home. "What is happening to the world?" most thought.

Legolas had no time to revise his feelings for Naya, or once again Nerayen as they were back to one of their homes. He was to absorbed with worry and awaiting.

Naya woke up slowly. She suddenly felt a worm gentle touch on her cheek. Legolases hand spread wonderful warmth through her body, making her aching back feel better.

"Where am I Len?" he shivered at the sound of his nickname.

"In Rivendell, I'm sorry we had no choice"

She smiled and cuddled her face into his hand; it felt so safe, so nice. "It's ok, I guess I don't mind recovering here."

"Sleep now Nay" he covered her with another blanket, and she dozed off.

He had no heart to tell her Haldir is coming, and that it will be very difficult for her not to go back to Lorien now. He knew for her it meant like going back to prison. But what could he do? Their adventure was probably over, but he still might go and see her. His thoughts drifted until he felt someone standing behind him. It was Geralt.

"You are the only human that can not be heard when walking around Rivendell" he smiled sadly at his friend "she just woke up a minute ago"

"Only if I don't want to be heard" Geralt smiled in his ugly way. "Can I talk to her, need to say goodbye"

"You're leaving?" Legolas felt disappointed he really needed a friend now

"You have plenty of understanding friends here, I don't think I'll be much help," he answered as if reading Legolases mind. Legolas left them alone. This was the first time he left the chamber so he decided to see Lord Elrond. He walked off slowly listening to Geralt trying to wake Naya up with a soft whisper. "A wiedzmin speaking in soft whisper, that Nen is really special I must say".

"Nene listen, I have to go. It was great knowing you. We might never meet again, but I just want you to promise me something" he said as she opened her eyes slowly. She nodded. "I want you to give love a chance, wherever it may come from, you see I myself think that my work is more important then love is, so does my beloved, but you see we may never change, its too late, you promise me you will love when it comes to it" she nodded shocked by his long and personal speech. He kissed her forehead and turned around to leave, but she grasped his arm. She pulled him down and gave him a kiss back. His head seemed to suddenly clear out off all sadness and all his burdens seemed to lose a little weight.

"I bless you Wiedzmin, remember every man has a heart." She smiled and closed her eyes. She could not hear him leave.

"NO Legolas, you yourself should know better" Elrond was quite furious.

"Listen, this will kill her, she hates carrying her royalty around, she hates being The Princess of Lothlorien" the case seemed hopeless, Master of Rivendell would not help.

"She is to young to know what she wants, and you are defiantly not in the position to know what she wants. Now Legolas about taking her home, Warden Haldir can do that, you can leave to Mirkwood tomorrow. Your father has sent one of his guards to escort you. He is tired and may soon leave these lands, and you my son might become king sooner then you think. That will be all. Now," his voice seemed to soften "go and tell Lady Nerayen, and I shall see you on departure tomorrow"

Legolas felt hopeless. Nothing could be done and what's worse even he had to go home now, he felt like a child again. "Prince, princess we're all elves". He went for a long walk to give Naya some sleeping time. After seven hours of pointless pacing he decided to go for it. Naya was awake. She just finished eating and looked health all right.

"Ah, Len my dear friend where have you been, I've missed you" she sent a soft smile towards him.

"Nerayen" she shivered when he called her that "sorry, Naya"

"It's ok Len, I think its time for me to face the "princess" idea finally, I don't think they'll let me put it off any longer"

"Yes, I wanted to tell you Haldir would be here tomorrow"

"Will you go with us?"

"I can't I have to go to Mirkwood, apparently my father may leave soon." The smile on her face faded, however it quickly came back in a new teasing form.

"Prince Legolas will be king pretty soon, oh will he ever come to see the little princess in Lothlorien"

"Of, course but it might take a couple of years" he saddened even more "Naya.I" she put her finger on his lips.

"Shhh " she shushed him.

She suddenly sat up and brought her face to his. They were sharing breath when she lifted her finger and planted a soft kiss on his lips. He shivered. He could not hold it back anymore. He pressed his lips on hers. She responded. She tasted sweet form the syrup she just drank, and she smelled of coconuts and apples, a strange combination but it caressed his senses. "I will never want another smell to hold me," he thought. She felt she needed to do something. This was about to end. Maybe forever. She knew he might find a bride that "fits" more then she does. A bride that does not want to run away on the first mention of royalty. Brides and marriages didn't matter anyway. All was here and now, the whole world and time met at this one place at this very bed.

His tongue slowly moved down her neck while his hands lazily pulled up her gown. He could not catch his breath the moment he saw her whole. She shivered so he held her close, as she went up his shirt and stripped him item by item. Their bodies met and they were both shivering now, not from the gentle breeze nor lust but passion rushing hastily through their veins. There was a moment of pain and then extreme pleasure building up as he entered her unhurriedly. They enjoyed every second. His hands on her breasts, his tongue right behind them, then his hands inside her, then the whole of him. Her hands on his chest and the in his hair. Soft, tender kisses on every little part of their bodies. The pleasure was building up, they were rushing now. Faster and faster, until the build up was unbearable. Their hands met. The wave of complete relaxation came quickly and tensed their muscles at once, to relax them rapidly. It was what few rarely experience. And some never do.

They lay quietly, their breaths slowing down gradually. He kissed her nose and said "and so the preachers of Melitele are well known for their kindness and rudeness" She smiled to him and added "and talkativity". They fell asleep only to wake up at the break of dawn and be parted once again.