A/N: Hello people! I have a lovely week off to do whatever I want to ALL
DAY! I love spring break... Ah... Well, enjoy the chapter! (Since I left such
an *evil* cliffie at the end of last chapter!
Disclaimer: Oh, darn? Another disclaimer? *Fine*. I own Larien... that's it. Nothing else. I really want to own His Royal Hottness, but, alas! I DON'T!!!
Chapter 13:
Legolas was kneeling in front of her, holding a silver ring with small emeralds placed delicately in place.
She didn't know what to say, she was just silent; she couldn't seem to get anything to come out of her mouth. She wanted to scream her answer, but her voice did not seem to exist anymore.
"Melamin?" Legolas asked, worriedly. He stood up and took her trembling hand. He pulled her up to him, and held her tightly against himself... Larien was very glad, she didn't think that she could hold herself.
Now, not only did she seem to have no voice, she started to cry. Tears poured out of her eyes and down her cheeks, and her body was shaking. It was all so unreal... that Legolas was proposing to her. Finally, a little peep arose up in her voice.
"Yes..." she croaked through her tears.
Legolas' worried expression vanished as if somebody was erasing the blackboard. He picked her up and twirled her around, bringing her down to the ground and kissing her with a passion.
Larien's tears were subsiding, and she was finally regaining her ability to control her body again. She was smiling now, and was laughing along with Legolas. "Yes, Legolas... melamin, I will be yours forever." She smiled happily. Legolas slipped the ring onto her finger, where it seemed to sparkle, despite the lack of much light.
"Melamin, shall we go back to the palace for luncheon?" he said, taking her hand again and kissing her cheek.
"Of course." She answered. They started to walk out of the cave. Larien conjured up a light and they both walked out of the cave. They could hear the sounds of the waterfall getting louder. As they came to the exit of the cave, Legolas leaned back and kissed Larien lightly on the lips.
"I love you," he said.
"Amin mela lle," she replied, kissing him again.
~^~
Everything seemed to be a lot greener and a lot brighter than Larien remembered. The birds were singing louder, and the flowers danced merrily in the wind. Legolas was right behind her, one of his arms wrapped around her, the other was dangling at his side.
Larien sighed, and leant back on his chest, so much happier than she had ever, ever felt in her life. Was this what life was really like? Was this reality? Was this a dream? She certainly hoped not.
When the two of them entered the halls, an elf bounced up to them.
"Good afternoon, Legolas!" he chirped. "Wonderful to see you out of your quarters again."
"Hello, Anarion." Legolas beamed. He watched as his hyper friend calmed down, and Larien raised an eyebrow. She looked at Anarion, then to Legolas questioningly.
"Larien, this is my friend Anarion. The one that I found the glade with." He answered.
"Oh. Nice to meet you Anarion." She said politely. Anarion seemed a very pleasant elf, although very hyper. After a minute of chatting with him lightly (Legolas leading the conversation and Larien standing politely silent, and holding onto Legolas' arm,) Legolas excused Larien and himself:
"Please excuse us, Anarion, we must go meet with my father." Anarion bowed, and continued on to where he was going outside.
"He seems pleasant enough," Larien complimented, as Legolas and her continued on through the web of corridors.
"He gets really hyper when he meets new people, although he calms down when he knows you. I'm sure you'll grow to love him." Legolas told her.
"Nah." She replied, smiling, looking up at Legolas.
"No?" Legolas looked confused. "Why not?"
"The only one I'll love is you." She smiled, stopping and kissing his cheek. Legolas chuckled.
"You always make me laugh, Melamin."
If there was anything that Larien was expecting in Thranduil's office, it wasn't Galadriel. When Legolas knocked on his father's study door and opened it, the two lovers were definitely shocked at seeing Galadriel talking with Thranduil.
"Hello Legolas, Larien," Thranduil smiled, motioning for the two of them to sit down.
"So nice to see you up and about, young Prince." Galadriel smiled. Legolas grinned sheepishly. "And Lauren, I see that you have fulfilled your mission, in more than one way." She said, staring pointedly at her.
Galadriel's voice shot through Larien's head. 'I spy a ring, Lauren.' Larien smiled.
"Indeed you do, Galadriel." Larien responded aloud. Legolas and Thranduil looked puzzled. All of a sudden, Legolas' expression cleared, and a dawning look appeared on his face. He found Larien's hand and gave it a little squeeze, silently saying that he had received the message from Galadriel as well.
"Father," Legolas said proudly to Thranduil, "I would like you to meet your daughter-in-law, and my new wife, Larien."
A/N: I love when Legolas does that, just leaves us all hanging...
Actually, it would be *me* writing that, but, heh! I can imagine!
Well, thanks to people who reviewed, Thranduil cookies for all of you! And Elladan cookies for people who review on this one!!
Question of the chapter...(you get an Elrohir one as well if you answer this!): Who would want me to make this into a trilogy-tale... this part would be the middle part, after this I would write Larien's travels through the War of the Ring, and then I would continue with the other war that I've mentioned earlier... so, what say you?
~Ivy
Shivvers = Cool beta = Earlinde's creator = go read her stuff... NOW
Disclaimer: Oh, darn? Another disclaimer? *Fine*. I own Larien... that's it. Nothing else. I really want to own His Royal Hottness, but, alas! I DON'T!!!
Chapter 13:
Legolas was kneeling in front of her, holding a silver ring with small emeralds placed delicately in place.
She didn't know what to say, she was just silent; she couldn't seem to get anything to come out of her mouth. She wanted to scream her answer, but her voice did not seem to exist anymore.
"Melamin?" Legolas asked, worriedly. He stood up and took her trembling hand. He pulled her up to him, and held her tightly against himself... Larien was very glad, she didn't think that she could hold herself.
Now, not only did she seem to have no voice, she started to cry. Tears poured out of her eyes and down her cheeks, and her body was shaking. It was all so unreal... that Legolas was proposing to her. Finally, a little peep arose up in her voice.
"Yes..." she croaked through her tears.
Legolas' worried expression vanished as if somebody was erasing the blackboard. He picked her up and twirled her around, bringing her down to the ground and kissing her with a passion.
Larien's tears were subsiding, and she was finally regaining her ability to control her body again. She was smiling now, and was laughing along with Legolas. "Yes, Legolas... melamin, I will be yours forever." She smiled happily. Legolas slipped the ring onto her finger, where it seemed to sparkle, despite the lack of much light.
"Melamin, shall we go back to the palace for luncheon?" he said, taking her hand again and kissing her cheek.
"Of course." She answered. They started to walk out of the cave. Larien conjured up a light and they both walked out of the cave. They could hear the sounds of the waterfall getting louder. As they came to the exit of the cave, Legolas leaned back and kissed Larien lightly on the lips.
"I love you," he said.
"Amin mela lle," she replied, kissing him again.
~^~
Everything seemed to be a lot greener and a lot brighter than Larien remembered. The birds were singing louder, and the flowers danced merrily in the wind. Legolas was right behind her, one of his arms wrapped around her, the other was dangling at his side.
Larien sighed, and leant back on his chest, so much happier than she had ever, ever felt in her life. Was this what life was really like? Was this reality? Was this a dream? She certainly hoped not.
When the two of them entered the halls, an elf bounced up to them.
"Good afternoon, Legolas!" he chirped. "Wonderful to see you out of your quarters again."
"Hello, Anarion." Legolas beamed. He watched as his hyper friend calmed down, and Larien raised an eyebrow. She looked at Anarion, then to Legolas questioningly.
"Larien, this is my friend Anarion. The one that I found the glade with." He answered.
"Oh. Nice to meet you Anarion." She said politely. Anarion seemed a very pleasant elf, although very hyper. After a minute of chatting with him lightly (Legolas leading the conversation and Larien standing politely silent, and holding onto Legolas' arm,) Legolas excused Larien and himself:
"Please excuse us, Anarion, we must go meet with my father." Anarion bowed, and continued on to where he was going outside.
"He seems pleasant enough," Larien complimented, as Legolas and her continued on through the web of corridors.
"He gets really hyper when he meets new people, although he calms down when he knows you. I'm sure you'll grow to love him." Legolas told her.
"Nah." She replied, smiling, looking up at Legolas.
"No?" Legolas looked confused. "Why not?"
"The only one I'll love is you." She smiled, stopping and kissing his cheek. Legolas chuckled.
"You always make me laugh, Melamin."
If there was anything that Larien was expecting in Thranduil's office, it wasn't Galadriel. When Legolas knocked on his father's study door and opened it, the two lovers were definitely shocked at seeing Galadriel talking with Thranduil.
"Hello Legolas, Larien," Thranduil smiled, motioning for the two of them to sit down.
"So nice to see you up and about, young Prince." Galadriel smiled. Legolas grinned sheepishly. "And Lauren, I see that you have fulfilled your mission, in more than one way." She said, staring pointedly at her.
Galadriel's voice shot through Larien's head. 'I spy a ring, Lauren.' Larien smiled.
"Indeed you do, Galadriel." Larien responded aloud. Legolas and Thranduil looked puzzled. All of a sudden, Legolas' expression cleared, and a dawning look appeared on his face. He found Larien's hand and gave it a little squeeze, silently saying that he had received the message from Galadriel as well.
"Father," Legolas said proudly to Thranduil, "I would like you to meet your daughter-in-law, and my new wife, Larien."
A/N: I love when Legolas does that, just leaves us all hanging...
Actually, it would be *me* writing that, but, heh! I can imagine!
Well, thanks to people who reviewed, Thranduil cookies for all of you! And Elladan cookies for people who review on this one!!
Question of the chapter...(you get an Elrohir one as well if you answer this!): Who would want me to make this into a trilogy-tale... this part would be the middle part, after this I would write Larien's travels through the War of the Ring, and then I would continue with the other war that I've mentioned earlier... so, what say you?
~Ivy
Shivvers = Cool beta = Earlinde's creator = go read her stuff... NOW