The Mystery of Love
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Chapter Twenty-Four
Of Elves and Mud Puddles
~~~POV-REYNA LINDELE~~~
Right in front of my eyes laid Legolas. He was lying on his side with his back to the door. As I flung the door open further he slumped onto his back. He opened his deep blue eyes and groaned sleepily. My voice was cold, "If you do not wish to be trampled on I suggest you move."
At first his eyes lit with anger. He stood, "Yes my Lady Cathelle." He motioned to help me out, "I apologize for inconveniencing you but my door was locked so I had no way to enter my chambers."
I was surprised by his loving reaction. "You are forgiven." He followed me to the breakfast room and I tried not to be too cold as we shared a breakfast table together. Silence sat between us as we ate. I glanced up at him several times. His blue eyes were dull with exhaustion. I bit my lip regretfully. 'Wait! It's his own fault! He chose to be a stubborn jerk!' I sighed. As breakfast progressed I remained silent. I spoke coldly again, "Care to spar? I need to practice my swordsmanship."
Legolas nodded, "I would love to Cathelle." We walked outside after finishing our meals and drew our swords. I could feel my hands shake a bit as I lunged at him. He evaded my attack and swung at me. We parried a few more swings; we were an equal match to the untrained eyes. The trained eye could see that Legolas tired while I remained energized.
He lunged and I dodged his attack. He brought his blade down hard. I blocked it with my own thrust just in time. Our swords pressed together, neither one of us willing to give up this fight. We were fueled by our anger and contempt. Finally I let out a cry and swung his blade around. He lost his footing in all the commotion and tripped. I leaned over him with the sword tip pointed at his thin throat. "Very nice job Cathelle."
I smiled coldly, "It's easy when you're angry."
He stood cautiously, "You are angry with me?"
I nodded in irritation, "Is it not obvious?"
As he got to his feet and picked up his sword he approached me. "I know you are angry but I love you Cathelle. I love you and that will never change. Last night, outside your room, I could hear you weeping. I never meant to cause you such pain! I was just shocked, that's all. I really never meant to hurt you. You mean the world to me. When I thought about leaving I realized how dull my life would be without you." He paused as he examined my eyes, "There, I said it."
I narrowed my eyes in speculation, "Are you feigning me?" He shook his head. His eyes were filled with hopeful honesty, not that I had never seen that before. I smiled, "If you mean it then you will have to wait for my heart to mend. I wept last night because I recalled the sweet gentleman who greeted me humbly and the kind Prince who danced with me joyfully and the hopeful lover that tried to kiss me before Arwen gave birth."
Color rushed to Legolas's cheeks. "Those memories are all here." He touched his own heart. "Those parts of me are still here. I just let my own worries get the best of me. I apologize."
I smiled, "Your words are a great comfort to me. Thank you Legolas. Let us go find something to eat for lunch." The sun was high in the sky already and my stomach was growling.
He paused and examined me closely, "So you forgive me?"
I hesitated, "Legolas . . . you need to realize that it will take time. I told you one of the most emotional secrets about me, one that I have never told anyone else, and you blew up at me. I felt like my feelings didn't mean anything to you."
Legolas stopped dead and took both of my hands in his, "You know that is not so! Cathelle, everything you ever have to say is crucial to me!" I blushed and walked towards the dining hall. I grabbed a small apple and a succulent peach. I slipped both of them into my shoulder bag and turned to him.
"Legolas, I really need to train today. I have lost too much of my skill after being sick for so long. You may accompany me if you wish but I will understand if you don't want to."
A smile crossed his face, "I would love to go." He grabbed a ripe plum and ran after me. I walked outside and set my shoulder bag, canteen and quiver down.
I slipped my sheath off of my belt and slipped my emerald dagger into my boot. "Keep at least one good weapon. I intend on running fifteen miles and that long of a run can attract unwanted attention."
He nodded, "Very true." He slipped his twin daggers into each boot. We took off. It we ran down the mountain to the furthest landing and back three times it would equate well. I ran soundlessly, keeping my finely honed ears alert.
Legolas's crystalline eyes inspected the land as we continued down the mount. I ran around the first landing and had yet to start sweating. Thankfully, I was not one to break a sweat. I am sure Legolas would not find me attractive wearing a rank tunic and reeking of sweat. I laughed aloud and Legolas glanced over at me. "What is so humorous?"
A shy smile crossed my lips, "I was just thinking about how funny this is. It is almost like I am trying to get you to dislike me. You are the first guy I have fancied who has seen me sweaty and dirty."
A grin crossed his face, "You aren't dirty yet!" He stuck his slender foot in the middle of my path. I tripped over him and landed on the moist ground. I laughed as he tackled me to the ground and we rolled down the hill. It was almost dizzying to see Legolas and the sky behind him one minute, and Legolas and the dirt behind him the next.
I could sense the ground softening to just dirt and finally we stopped rolling. A mud puddle stopped us. Legolas was sitting on top of me laughing. I giggled hard, laughing more as I noticed Legolas shaking as I chuckled. He held his stomach but did not get off of me. I could feel the mud soaking through my tunic. I growled and shoved Legolas into the puddle. I grabbed a handful of mud and threw it right into his fine golden locks. He gasped for a minute as he brought his hand up to his hair and removed a clump of mud.
I giggled curtly and stood to run. Too late, Legolas flung a mud ball at me. I turned and tackled him into the mud. I could see smears of mud of his cheeks and the tips of his ears. I giggled and tried to wipe the mud off his face. The mud on my hands only made this worse by smearing more mud on his face.
I laughed, "Sorry!"
He grinned, "Sure you are!" He wiped mud across both of my cheeks playfully. I smiled, baring my lovely white teeth. Our elven tunics were muddy beyond recognition. I sat on top of his waist and wiped mud all over his throat and tunic. I sat him up and sat in his lap. He beamed and kissed my forehead. I pulled of his tunic to get rid of some of the mud and I pushed him back down in it. His pale skin was covered in the brown mess. I put two handprints on his pectorals and chuckled as he glared at me.
I stood up, "The sun is starting to set and I still have archery to do." He nodded reluctantly and got up too. We walked together, hand in hand, laughing as we approached the palace. Arwen was cradling Eldarion outside and gave us the oddest look when she spotted us. She ran up.
"Legolas Thranduillion! Reyna Lindele! What on Middle Earth were you two doing? I do not think I even want to know!"
Rosy colors tinted my cheeks, "We got in another argument." She examined Legolas's shirtless state and then my own filthy condition. "My, oh my, you both desperately need baths."
We nodded and pulled our shoes off. Tiptoeing so that we did not dirty the marble, we rushed into our chambers. I threw off my tunic and leggings, placing them in a heap on the balcony. He threw his tunic next to my clothes. "Cathelle, please tell me you are wearing something." His eyes were strictly averted from my general direction.
I blushed, "Of course I am wearing clothes!" I glanced down at my camisole and running shorts.
He turned and sighed with relief. "Thank the Valar."
I grinned mischievously, "Want to take a bath together?"
~~~POV CHANGE-LEGOLAS GREENLEAF~~~
I blinked several times. More than one part of my body liked the idea of bathing with Reyna. Unfortunately, and fortunately in some ways, my mind was the part that had supreme rule and it reminded me of the gentleman I was suppose to be. "I do not believe that would be proper Cathelle."
Her eyes rolled around in exasperation, "No! We won't take our clothes off." She closed her eyes for a moment and her lips moved silently. Suddenly a loud crash of thunder filled the air. "Lets go dance!" She walked out on to the balcony and spread our clothes out to dry. I took her hand and we danced slowly as raindrops washed the drying mud off our filthy forms. Reyna's slightly tanned skin washed clean faster because most of the mud was on her clothes. She rubbed the mud off my back and chest. This was torture; and I yearned to kiss her so badly. The soft touch of her tender hands was more than I could bear. Her eyes lit up with impishness and I shook my head reprovingly. A sly grin crossed her face and she came very close to me. She put her hands around my neck and brought her face less than an inch from mine. I took a deep breath. Her voice was an ardent whisper, "Legolas . . ."
~~~TO BE CONTINUED~~~
People didn't like the 'end' so I changed it. Hope you all enjoyed!!! R&R if you want more!!! Keep the encouragement coming; I love every bit of it!
Vanya Sulie
~Tainted Elf~
THANK YOU ALL FOR THE REVIEWS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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Chapter Twenty-Four
Of Elves and Mud Puddles
~~~POV-REYNA LINDELE~~~
Right in front of my eyes laid Legolas. He was lying on his side with his back to the door. As I flung the door open further he slumped onto his back. He opened his deep blue eyes and groaned sleepily. My voice was cold, "If you do not wish to be trampled on I suggest you move."
At first his eyes lit with anger. He stood, "Yes my Lady Cathelle." He motioned to help me out, "I apologize for inconveniencing you but my door was locked so I had no way to enter my chambers."
I was surprised by his loving reaction. "You are forgiven." He followed me to the breakfast room and I tried not to be too cold as we shared a breakfast table together. Silence sat between us as we ate. I glanced up at him several times. His blue eyes were dull with exhaustion. I bit my lip regretfully. 'Wait! It's his own fault! He chose to be a stubborn jerk!' I sighed. As breakfast progressed I remained silent. I spoke coldly again, "Care to spar? I need to practice my swordsmanship."
Legolas nodded, "I would love to Cathelle." We walked outside after finishing our meals and drew our swords. I could feel my hands shake a bit as I lunged at him. He evaded my attack and swung at me. We parried a few more swings; we were an equal match to the untrained eyes. The trained eye could see that Legolas tired while I remained energized.
He lunged and I dodged his attack. He brought his blade down hard. I blocked it with my own thrust just in time. Our swords pressed together, neither one of us willing to give up this fight. We were fueled by our anger and contempt. Finally I let out a cry and swung his blade around. He lost his footing in all the commotion and tripped. I leaned over him with the sword tip pointed at his thin throat. "Very nice job Cathelle."
I smiled coldly, "It's easy when you're angry."
He stood cautiously, "You are angry with me?"
I nodded in irritation, "Is it not obvious?"
As he got to his feet and picked up his sword he approached me. "I know you are angry but I love you Cathelle. I love you and that will never change. Last night, outside your room, I could hear you weeping. I never meant to cause you such pain! I was just shocked, that's all. I really never meant to hurt you. You mean the world to me. When I thought about leaving I realized how dull my life would be without you." He paused as he examined my eyes, "There, I said it."
I narrowed my eyes in speculation, "Are you feigning me?" He shook his head. His eyes were filled with hopeful honesty, not that I had never seen that before. I smiled, "If you mean it then you will have to wait for my heart to mend. I wept last night because I recalled the sweet gentleman who greeted me humbly and the kind Prince who danced with me joyfully and the hopeful lover that tried to kiss me before Arwen gave birth."
Color rushed to Legolas's cheeks. "Those memories are all here." He touched his own heart. "Those parts of me are still here. I just let my own worries get the best of me. I apologize."
I smiled, "Your words are a great comfort to me. Thank you Legolas. Let us go find something to eat for lunch." The sun was high in the sky already and my stomach was growling.
He paused and examined me closely, "So you forgive me?"
I hesitated, "Legolas . . . you need to realize that it will take time. I told you one of the most emotional secrets about me, one that I have never told anyone else, and you blew up at me. I felt like my feelings didn't mean anything to you."
Legolas stopped dead and took both of my hands in his, "You know that is not so! Cathelle, everything you ever have to say is crucial to me!" I blushed and walked towards the dining hall. I grabbed a small apple and a succulent peach. I slipped both of them into my shoulder bag and turned to him.
"Legolas, I really need to train today. I have lost too much of my skill after being sick for so long. You may accompany me if you wish but I will understand if you don't want to."
A smile crossed his face, "I would love to go." He grabbed a ripe plum and ran after me. I walked outside and set my shoulder bag, canteen and quiver down.
I slipped my sheath off of my belt and slipped my emerald dagger into my boot. "Keep at least one good weapon. I intend on running fifteen miles and that long of a run can attract unwanted attention."
He nodded, "Very true." He slipped his twin daggers into each boot. We took off. It we ran down the mountain to the furthest landing and back three times it would equate well. I ran soundlessly, keeping my finely honed ears alert.
Legolas's crystalline eyes inspected the land as we continued down the mount. I ran around the first landing and had yet to start sweating. Thankfully, I was not one to break a sweat. I am sure Legolas would not find me attractive wearing a rank tunic and reeking of sweat. I laughed aloud and Legolas glanced over at me. "What is so humorous?"
A shy smile crossed my lips, "I was just thinking about how funny this is. It is almost like I am trying to get you to dislike me. You are the first guy I have fancied who has seen me sweaty and dirty."
A grin crossed his face, "You aren't dirty yet!" He stuck his slender foot in the middle of my path. I tripped over him and landed on the moist ground. I laughed as he tackled me to the ground and we rolled down the hill. It was almost dizzying to see Legolas and the sky behind him one minute, and Legolas and the dirt behind him the next.
I could sense the ground softening to just dirt and finally we stopped rolling. A mud puddle stopped us. Legolas was sitting on top of me laughing. I giggled hard, laughing more as I noticed Legolas shaking as I chuckled. He held his stomach but did not get off of me. I could feel the mud soaking through my tunic. I growled and shoved Legolas into the puddle. I grabbed a handful of mud and threw it right into his fine golden locks. He gasped for a minute as he brought his hand up to his hair and removed a clump of mud.
I giggled curtly and stood to run. Too late, Legolas flung a mud ball at me. I turned and tackled him into the mud. I could see smears of mud of his cheeks and the tips of his ears. I giggled and tried to wipe the mud off his face. The mud on my hands only made this worse by smearing more mud on his face.
I laughed, "Sorry!"
He grinned, "Sure you are!" He wiped mud across both of my cheeks playfully. I smiled, baring my lovely white teeth. Our elven tunics were muddy beyond recognition. I sat on top of his waist and wiped mud all over his throat and tunic. I sat him up and sat in his lap. He beamed and kissed my forehead. I pulled of his tunic to get rid of some of the mud and I pushed him back down in it. His pale skin was covered in the brown mess. I put two handprints on his pectorals and chuckled as he glared at me.
I stood up, "The sun is starting to set and I still have archery to do." He nodded reluctantly and got up too. We walked together, hand in hand, laughing as we approached the palace. Arwen was cradling Eldarion outside and gave us the oddest look when she spotted us. She ran up.
"Legolas Thranduillion! Reyna Lindele! What on Middle Earth were you two doing? I do not think I even want to know!"
Rosy colors tinted my cheeks, "We got in another argument." She examined Legolas's shirtless state and then my own filthy condition. "My, oh my, you both desperately need baths."
We nodded and pulled our shoes off. Tiptoeing so that we did not dirty the marble, we rushed into our chambers. I threw off my tunic and leggings, placing them in a heap on the balcony. He threw his tunic next to my clothes. "Cathelle, please tell me you are wearing something." His eyes were strictly averted from my general direction.
I blushed, "Of course I am wearing clothes!" I glanced down at my camisole and running shorts.
He turned and sighed with relief. "Thank the Valar."
I grinned mischievously, "Want to take a bath together?"
~~~POV CHANGE-LEGOLAS GREENLEAF~~~
I blinked several times. More than one part of my body liked the idea of bathing with Reyna. Unfortunately, and fortunately in some ways, my mind was the part that had supreme rule and it reminded me of the gentleman I was suppose to be. "I do not believe that would be proper Cathelle."
Her eyes rolled around in exasperation, "No! We won't take our clothes off." She closed her eyes for a moment and her lips moved silently. Suddenly a loud crash of thunder filled the air. "Lets go dance!" She walked out on to the balcony and spread our clothes out to dry. I took her hand and we danced slowly as raindrops washed the drying mud off our filthy forms. Reyna's slightly tanned skin washed clean faster because most of the mud was on her clothes. She rubbed the mud off my back and chest. This was torture; and I yearned to kiss her so badly. The soft touch of her tender hands was more than I could bear. Her eyes lit up with impishness and I shook my head reprovingly. A sly grin crossed her face and she came very close to me. She put her hands around my neck and brought her face less than an inch from mine. I took a deep breath. Her voice was an ardent whisper, "Legolas . . ."
~~~TO BE CONTINUED~~~
People didn't like the 'end' so I changed it. Hope you all enjoyed!!! R&R if you want more!!! Keep the encouragement coming; I love every bit of it!
Vanya Sulie
~Tainted Elf~