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When they arrived at the palace, it was just after lunch. Lunian found herself walking through the halls singing softly, not caring if the elves thought her odd or not. In their minds, she would always be odd, so why should she care what they thought?
She was determined to no longer let their attitudes get to her. After all, she had Legolas, and in his current mood, one elf was all she could handle!
Her soft laughter at the thought hid the sound of an approaching elf behind her, so she jumped slightly when arms caught her up against a strong body. Knowing him instantly, she laughed harder and broke away, beginning a chase that took them all the way back to his room.
As the door closed behind him, she laughed at the predatory look he gave her, backing slowly away from him as he came forward. Soon she was on the bed, and he was leaning over her, his arms braced on either side of her. She reached up and smoothed some of his silvery blond hair away from his face, thinking fleetingly before he drove all thoughts from her mind about the elves that had watched them pass.
She hadn't even noticed the disapproval. The censure. The disgust.
No, she hadn't noticed that at all…
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