A/N: Same thing as the last three chapters... except that this is the last
out of the mass update of me. :)
Disclaimer: I own... Larien. That's it. Nothing else. Nada. Zip. Zilch. Zero...
Chapter 11:
Thranduil led her out of his office and down the corridor, down three flights of stairs, and all the way back across the palace. They went down another flight of stairs and then they came to (another) long corridor, with paintings of important elves, nature, and depictions of Illuvatar and the other gods. Larien stopped to examine a few of them, before catching up with Thranduil. He opened a door and walked in, and Larien followed quickly. There were elves cooking everything: soups, meats, vegetables. On the walls lined bottles of wines and ales (though not very many of the second option). Cabinets lined the walls, and it was anyone's guess what was inside them.
"Tirime, will you fetch some food for my guest and I, we have arrived past the meal time," the King ordered. Larien wondered why Thranduil didn't just ask a servant to go fetch the food for him. When she voiced the question, he laughed and waved it aside. "I prefer to do much of this myself, as I fear that I would get too lazy after years of practice."
All of a sudden, (just when Larien wasn't expecting it) elves popped up and showed her and Thranduil a tray of food. She delicately took a piece of bread and put a bit of butter on top, taking a small bite of it. The bread was wonderful, the sweetest bread she had ever eaten.
Thranduil took a few fruits before thanking the servants and leaving with Larien. He took her back up through the flights of stairs, and she once again found herself in the humongous entrance hall. The ceiling was high, and candles glimmered on chandeliers high above them as well as on brackets on the walls.
Thranduil glanced at her. She was getting pretty tired, and all her worry of the previous day had been eating away her energy for the past week. "I'll take you to your room that I had prepared for you earlier. It seems that you are a bit tired for a tour now." Thranduil said, kindly.
"Thank you, Thranduil," Larien yawned. She followed Thranduil back through corridors until she reached the corridor that she knew Legolas had his bedroom in. Thranduil walked to the end of the corridor, to a room right next to his. He paused and turned aroud.
"I daresay that you will like this room, for you may have noticed that it is right next to Legolas' room. There is a door connecting his room to yours. Quel kaima, mellonamin." (good night, my friend). Thranduil winked as he turned around to go back down the corridor.
"Thranduil?" she said, before he had a chance to leave into his own room.
"Yes?" he turned.
"Thanks," she smiled, before entering the room, wandering over to the comfortable bed, and falling asleep.
~^~
Legolas heard his father say that Larien was in the room connected to his... he smiled as he thought that his father did that on purpose. His father was a witty guy, and knew what people wanted even before they said anything. He silently thanked his father, before heaving himself out of bed, and walking to the connecting door. He opened it silently, and saw Larien sleeping on the bed opposite the wall. Quietly, he walked lightly to the bed and lay right beside her. He propped himself up on one arm, and he laid on his side. He started to play with her long dark hair.
He knew that he shouldn't be in here, that he should be resting, and yes: he was tired, but all he wanted to do now was be close to her. To be near her. Even if she didn't say anything, or do anything. He just loved to be next to her, to see her there, and to know that she was his, and that he was hers.
Larien stirred, her body staring to move from its stillness. She let out a little moan, before rolling over. She noticed that he was there and smiled in the dark. "I couldn't sleep," Legolas winked. Larien smiled again.
"I knew you would come," she kissed him again, before settling down into the pillow and scooting in so she could be closer to Legolas. Legolas wrapped a protective arm around her waist and snuggled into the pillow as well.
~^~
Sunlight streamed through the double doors that led outside to a balcony. Larien woke first, and smiled into the pillow as she realized that Legolas was still there... 'Well, as if he'd leave,' she thought. A few minutes of silence, she felt him stir as well. He yawned and moved his hand away from his waist, only to replace it with one of his hands, which tickled her. She laughed and squealed and tried to move away, but he had a firm grip on her other arm. "Legolas!" she giggled, "Let go!" Legolas did not release her, instead, he pushed her off of her side and onto her back. He gracefully and quickly straddled her legs and tickled her. His fingers worked mercilessly on her sides, and all the while she was squealing and writhing on her back, trying to break free from his grip.
"LEGOLAS!!!" she squealed again. Legolas stopped.
"Yes, Melamin?" he said, leaning closely over her, his nose barely a centimeter from hers.
She kissed him quickly on the lips. "Please stop," she said, moving her arms from her sides, to around his neck. She pulled him closer, to where he wasn't leaning over her, but on top of her. She nibbled at his earlobe, as Legolas sighed.
"Yes, melamin," he obeyed.
"Good boy," she smiled, kissing him chastely on the lips. "Now, be the super elf I know you are and take me to the dining hall. I'm starved." She said.
Legolas shook his head. "No, melamin. You have to change and bathe. You are filthy from traveling!" he smiled. "I will get someone to run a bath for you and fetch you a dress. You stay here." He said.
"Okay," she said, complying by sitting up, Indian style in her bed and leaning on the headboard. Legolas disappeared for about five minutes, then came back in with a maid carrying a beautiful green dress.
"It will match your eyes," Legolas smiled, moving to the bed and taking her hand. She scooted off the bed and (with Legolas) walked to the dress. It was long and silky. It had several layers, each one adding to its leafy color. The neckline scooped low, and the sleeves were long, and fanned out after her elbow.
"It's beautiful," she said, taking one of the sleeves and comparing it to her skin color.
"I know," Legolas said. He told the maid to leave it on the bed, and that he would help her dress after she bathed. The maid bowed, set the dress on the bed and walked silently out of the room. "Come, melamin. Your bath should be ready."
Sure enough, as they both walked into the enormous bathroom (which she and Legolas shared...) a bath was steaming happily in the corner. Larien walked over to the corner and touched the water with a finger. "It's so warm," she said. Legolas nodded.
"Do you want me to leave while you bathe?" Legolas asked politely.
"If you don't mind," she said. Legolas looked a bit disappointed, but when Larien walked over to him and wrapped her arms around his waist, he changed his mind. "Not that I don't want you here, it's just that, shouldn't you wait to see me with no attire?" she asked slyly.
"I have seen your body," Legolas said, smiling. "And it was very nice, if I say so myself," he chuckled as she pushed him lightly. Legolas thought back to the time when he was in Lothlorien during the War of the Ring, when he accidentally walked in on her while she was bathing at a hot spring. Then there was that other time when he first came to visit her when she ran out of that pool; she was naked then too. He remembered the look on her face when she saw him there...
But a little push brought him out of his memories. He kissed her quickly before exiting the room. He paused at the door to say, "If you want me, I'll be in my room, on my bed, all alone," he winked. She shooed him out, before shutting the door and stripping herself of clothing. She really wanted this bath! From the outside, her tanned skin didn't show very much dirt, but when she peeled off the dirty clothing, she found a distinct line, where the dirt started and the (relatively) clean began. She laughed to herself, peeled off her leggings, and stepped into the tub.
Ah... that felt good...
She let herself soak in the tub for what seemed like forever, until she realized that she had an elf waiting for her outside. She soaped up her hair with a (what seemed like) lavender soap on the side of the tub. Then she rubbed an oil into it (also smelling of lavender), and rinsed it again. She stepped out of the tub, dripping water all over the place, and took a towel off of the counter in front of the mirror. She dried herself off with it and wrapped it around herself tightly.
When she emerged into her own bedroom, she found (guess who) Legolas lying on her bed. She grinned and blushed a bit, her girly self starting to come through her shell of non-embarrassment. "Legolas! I thought that you were in your room!" she said, her cheeks turning rosy.
"I couldn't resist seeing the look on your face, melamin," he said sweetly, standing and walking over her. He playfully tugged on the towel corner. "Now, let's make this come off," he jested.
"Legolas! What was our agreement?"
"That I wouldn't get to see you naked until our wedding night?" he said modestly. Larien nodded.
"You're so smart! Now I know why I love you," she joked playfully. "And if you turn around and promise not to look, I can put on a slip, and then you can help me put that dress on." She said, using her free hand to make him turn around. He sneaked a few playful looks, but at her glare he stopped.
'Darn, no mirror...' Legolas thought to himself, grinning at what his close friend had told him about using mirrors to spy on people.
"I heard that thought!" she said indignantly over in the corner of the room.
'Damnit! I forgot she can read minds!' he thought. 'This ruins everything!'
"It does not ruin anything," she said. He could hear her moving around, apparently trying to get the dress on. "It just means that I have the upper hand of most situations when I want to... and you can turn around now." Legolas turned around to a beautiful elf he was sure he did not know.
"Who are you, vanima Quessir (beautiful elf), and what have you done with Larien?" he joked. Larien glared playfully at him.
"Legolas, can you tie up my dress?" she asked sweetly.
"No." Legolas crossed his arms.
"Legolas, can you tie my dress?" Larien took a few steps closer to him, so he was a foot away.
"No." he stepped closer to her.
Larien closed the remaining distance between them and kissed him deeply, before he could do anything about it. "Legolas, will you tie up my dress?" she asked a third time.
"Yes, Melamin," he obeyed, with a slightly dazed look on his face.
'Well, this relationship should be easy, just kiss him and he'll do anything!' she said. Then she wondered why she hadn't figured that out sooner.
Legolas tied the dress up and stepped to her side, offering his elbow to her. "Shall we go to break our fast?" he said formally. She placed her hand in the crook of his elbow.
"We shall."
A/N: Okies!! Who loves me for updating? Thanks to all who reviewed for me!! I love you!!!!! *hugs everybody*.
Um... nothing to say, except for Not Knowing fans, (hopefully a few of you) chapter 21 of that is coming soon!
~Ivy
Oh, yeah... Shivvers. Love 'ya!
Disclaimer: I own... Larien. That's it. Nothing else. Nada. Zip. Zilch. Zero...
Chapter 11:
Thranduil led her out of his office and down the corridor, down three flights of stairs, and all the way back across the palace. They went down another flight of stairs and then they came to (another) long corridor, with paintings of important elves, nature, and depictions of Illuvatar and the other gods. Larien stopped to examine a few of them, before catching up with Thranduil. He opened a door and walked in, and Larien followed quickly. There were elves cooking everything: soups, meats, vegetables. On the walls lined bottles of wines and ales (though not very many of the second option). Cabinets lined the walls, and it was anyone's guess what was inside them.
"Tirime, will you fetch some food for my guest and I, we have arrived past the meal time," the King ordered. Larien wondered why Thranduil didn't just ask a servant to go fetch the food for him. When she voiced the question, he laughed and waved it aside. "I prefer to do much of this myself, as I fear that I would get too lazy after years of practice."
All of a sudden, (just when Larien wasn't expecting it) elves popped up and showed her and Thranduil a tray of food. She delicately took a piece of bread and put a bit of butter on top, taking a small bite of it. The bread was wonderful, the sweetest bread she had ever eaten.
Thranduil took a few fruits before thanking the servants and leaving with Larien. He took her back up through the flights of stairs, and she once again found herself in the humongous entrance hall. The ceiling was high, and candles glimmered on chandeliers high above them as well as on brackets on the walls.
Thranduil glanced at her. She was getting pretty tired, and all her worry of the previous day had been eating away her energy for the past week. "I'll take you to your room that I had prepared for you earlier. It seems that you are a bit tired for a tour now." Thranduil said, kindly.
"Thank you, Thranduil," Larien yawned. She followed Thranduil back through corridors until she reached the corridor that she knew Legolas had his bedroom in. Thranduil walked to the end of the corridor, to a room right next to his. He paused and turned aroud.
"I daresay that you will like this room, for you may have noticed that it is right next to Legolas' room. There is a door connecting his room to yours. Quel kaima, mellonamin." (good night, my friend). Thranduil winked as he turned around to go back down the corridor.
"Thranduil?" she said, before he had a chance to leave into his own room.
"Yes?" he turned.
"Thanks," she smiled, before entering the room, wandering over to the comfortable bed, and falling asleep.
~^~
Legolas heard his father say that Larien was in the room connected to his... he smiled as he thought that his father did that on purpose. His father was a witty guy, and knew what people wanted even before they said anything. He silently thanked his father, before heaving himself out of bed, and walking to the connecting door. He opened it silently, and saw Larien sleeping on the bed opposite the wall. Quietly, he walked lightly to the bed and lay right beside her. He propped himself up on one arm, and he laid on his side. He started to play with her long dark hair.
He knew that he shouldn't be in here, that he should be resting, and yes: he was tired, but all he wanted to do now was be close to her. To be near her. Even if she didn't say anything, or do anything. He just loved to be next to her, to see her there, and to know that she was his, and that he was hers.
Larien stirred, her body staring to move from its stillness. She let out a little moan, before rolling over. She noticed that he was there and smiled in the dark. "I couldn't sleep," Legolas winked. Larien smiled again.
"I knew you would come," she kissed him again, before settling down into the pillow and scooting in so she could be closer to Legolas. Legolas wrapped a protective arm around her waist and snuggled into the pillow as well.
~^~
Sunlight streamed through the double doors that led outside to a balcony. Larien woke first, and smiled into the pillow as she realized that Legolas was still there... 'Well, as if he'd leave,' she thought. A few minutes of silence, she felt him stir as well. He yawned and moved his hand away from his waist, only to replace it with one of his hands, which tickled her. She laughed and squealed and tried to move away, but he had a firm grip on her other arm. "Legolas!" she giggled, "Let go!" Legolas did not release her, instead, he pushed her off of her side and onto her back. He gracefully and quickly straddled her legs and tickled her. His fingers worked mercilessly on her sides, and all the while she was squealing and writhing on her back, trying to break free from his grip.
"LEGOLAS!!!" she squealed again. Legolas stopped.
"Yes, Melamin?" he said, leaning closely over her, his nose barely a centimeter from hers.
She kissed him quickly on the lips. "Please stop," she said, moving her arms from her sides, to around his neck. She pulled him closer, to where he wasn't leaning over her, but on top of her. She nibbled at his earlobe, as Legolas sighed.
"Yes, melamin," he obeyed.
"Good boy," she smiled, kissing him chastely on the lips. "Now, be the super elf I know you are and take me to the dining hall. I'm starved." She said.
Legolas shook his head. "No, melamin. You have to change and bathe. You are filthy from traveling!" he smiled. "I will get someone to run a bath for you and fetch you a dress. You stay here." He said.
"Okay," she said, complying by sitting up, Indian style in her bed and leaning on the headboard. Legolas disappeared for about five minutes, then came back in with a maid carrying a beautiful green dress.
"It will match your eyes," Legolas smiled, moving to the bed and taking her hand. She scooted off the bed and (with Legolas) walked to the dress. It was long and silky. It had several layers, each one adding to its leafy color. The neckline scooped low, and the sleeves were long, and fanned out after her elbow.
"It's beautiful," she said, taking one of the sleeves and comparing it to her skin color.
"I know," Legolas said. He told the maid to leave it on the bed, and that he would help her dress after she bathed. The maid bowed, set the dress on the bed and walked silently out of the room. "Come, melamin. Your bath should be ready."
Sure enough, as they both walked into the enormous bathroom (which she and Legolas shared...) a bath was steaming happily in the corner. Larien walked over to the corner and touched the water with a finger. "It's so warm," she said. Legolas nodded.
"Do you want me to leave while you bathe?" Legolas asked politely.
"If you don't mind," she said. Legolas looked a bit disappointed, but when Larien walked over to him and wrapped her arms around his waist, he changed his mind. "Not that I don't want you here, it's just that, shouldn't you wait to see me with no attire?" she asked slyly.
"I have seen your body," Legolas said, smiling. "And it was very nice, if I say so myself," he chuckled as she pushed him lightly. Legolas thought back to the time when he was in Lothlorien during the War of the Ring, when he accidentally walked in on her while she was bathing at a hot spring. Then there was that other time when he first came to visit her when she ran out of that pool; she was naked then too. He remembered the look on her face when she saw him there...
But a little push brought him out of his memories. He kissed her quickly before exiting the room. He paused at the door to say, "If you want me, I'll be in my room, on my bed, all alone," he winked. She shooed him out, before shutting the door and stripping herself of clothing. She really wanted this bath! From the outside, her tanned skin didn't show very much dirt, but when she peeled off the dirty clothing, she found a distinct line, where the dirt started and the (relatively) clean began. She laughed to herself, peeled off her leggings, and stepped into the tub.
Ah... that felt good...
She let herself soak in the tub for what seemed like forever, until she realized that she had an elf waiting for her outside. She soaped up her hair with a (what seemed like) lavender soap on the side of the tub. Then she rubbed an oil into it (also smelling of lavender), and rinsed it again. She stepped out of the tub, dripping water all over the place, and took a towel off of the counter in front of the mirror. She dried herself off with it and wrapped it around herself tightly.
When she emerged into her own bedroom, she found (guess who) Legolas lying on her bed. She grinned and blushed a bit, her girly self starting to come through her shell of non-embarrassment. "Legolas! I thought that you were in your room!" she said, her cheeks turning rosy.
"I couldn't resist seeing the look on your face, melamin," he said sweetly, standing and walking over her. He playfully tugged on the towel corner. "Now, let's make this come off," he jested.
"Legolas! What was our agreement?"
"That I wouldn't get to see you naked until our wedding night?" he said modestly. Larien nodded.
"You're so smart! Now I know why I love you," she joked playfully. "And if you turn around and promise not to look, I can put on a slip, and then you can help me put that dress on." She said, using her free hand to make him turn around. He sneaked a few playful looks, but at her glare he stopped.
'Darn, no mirror...' Legolas thought to himself, grinning at what his close friend had told him about using mirrors to spy on people.
"I heard that thought!" she said indignantly over in the corner of the room.
'Damnit! I forgot she can read minds!' he thought. 'This ruins everything!'
"It does not ruin anything," she said. He could hear her moving around, apparently trying to get the dress on. "It just means that I have the upper hand of most situations when I want to... and you can turn around now." Legolas turned around to a beautiful elf he was sure he did not know.
"Who are you, vanima Quessir (beautiful elf), and what have you done with Larien?" he joked. Larien glared playfully at him.
"Legolas, can you tie up my dress?" she asked sweetly.
"No." Legolas crossed his arms.
"Legolas, can you tie my dress?" Larien took a few steps closer to him, so he was a foot away.
"No." he stepped closer to her.
Larien closed the remaining distance between them and kissed him deeply, before he could do anything about it. "Legolas, will you tie up my dress?" she asked a third time.
"Yes, Melamin," he obeyed, with a slightly dazed look on his face.
'Well, this relationship should be easy, just kiss him and he'll do anything!' she said. Then she wondered why she hadn't figured that out sooner.
Legolas tied the dress up and stepped to her side, offering his elbow to her. "Shall we go to break our fast?" he said formally. She placed her hand in the crook of his elbow.
"We shall."
A/N: Okies!! Who loves me for updating? Thanks to all who reviewed for me!! I love you!!!!! *hugs everybody*.
Um... nothing to say, except for Not Knowing fans, (hopefully a few of you) chapter 21 of that is coming soon!
~Ivy
Oh, yeah... Shivvers. Love 'ya!