Thank you everyone for reviewing! Elves talking like pirates huh? That'd be weird...I mean I couldn't image Legolas saying "Aye, Avaste". The accent in the first chappie was the two villians and not an even representation of elven language.
Recap: Legolas and Arianell have just gone back to the reception to say good night.
No sooner had they gotten in there than she wished she had let Legolas carry her straight to their chambers instead. Well that thought made her blush.
Arianell looked from her husband's strong face to her father-in-laws sterner one. She couldn't remember what they were talking about now but she knew it was pointless, it had to be. To speak of politics at a wedding!
She let out a huff and, turning heel, walked into the hallway leading to the chambers; collapsing, dress and all, in a flurry of silk and glitter of Mithril on one of the low seats in placed in the wall's many recessions. As Arianell stared at the flooring exiting guests walked past her, some not even noticing she was the there. The rest shook their heads as they made their way to their bedchambers
"Where all sane people should be at this time of night!" Arianell thought, sadly, that if Legolas took much more time with his father it would be morning.
Another set of light footsteps echoed in the hall and Arianell had just dismissed them as those of a passing guest when she noticed the toes of some very familiar boots.
Gently Legolas lifted her face as he knelt in front of her, he didn't even attempt to speak...just looked at her.
"Are you done Meleth?" Arianell could not contain her contempt, though she did try.
"No, they're not." Legolas sighed "If I had known father would turn this into another political council I would have skipped the ceremony."
His eyes glimmered as Arianell prepared to strike him. Before she could he had pulled her in for a kiss, his arms twined around her waist. Without them Arianell would have surely collapsed as she melted into him.
Arianell twined her own arms around his neck, slowly but surely forgetting her anger at having sat there for hours waiting for him. As if reading her mind Legolas broke the kiss and whispered into her ear
"I have all of eternity to make it up to you."
The sudden appearance of a figure startled Arianell and she would have pulled away if not for Legolas' arms still tightly twined about her waist.
"Yes Aragorn?" Legolas could not hide his smile at Arianell's modest discomfort.
Aragorn continued to smile from his position in the hallway "I was merely coming to suggest a hasty retreat Legolas, your Father has sent the delegates to locate you."
"Meaning"
"A grand total of three elves, myself, and your father are awake enough to 'scour the palace' and return you to 'council meetings'." Aragorn chuckeled "Now get lost before Thranduil finds you and starts the meetings over again. Arwen retired hours ago and at least one of us should be enjoying this night. I will see you sometime late tomorrow."
Arianell blushed as Legolas tugged her to her feet and scooped her into his arms again.
"Goodnight Arianell." Aragorn stiffled a laugh
"Good night Lord Elessar." Arianell tried to maintian her dignity as Legolas smirked and walked down the hall.
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As Legolas rounded the corner he halted and motioned for Arianell to be quiet. In the hallway in front of them Arianell could see Thranduil standing outside the door that was to be their chambers together.
"Looks like father had the same idea we did" he whispered as Arianell blushed. "Nevermind"
Legolas carried her back down the hall and into another corridor.
"Here" he opened the door to what she recognized as his room. She laughed "And you do not think he will look for us here?"
He carried her over the threshold and set her down
"It does not matter"
Legolas locked the door with a devilish look "I won't open up."
In two long strides he was in front of her. Gently he lifted the circulet off her head after undoing the metal clasps Arwen had placed in her hair. Arianell's hair fell freely about her shoulders as she stood in front of him. "My wife" Legolas sighed before pulling her in for a kiss.
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Arianell wanted to laugh but didn't dare, he was getting so frustrated with all of the laces on her gown. She had asked for his assistance in undoing it before he had even offered, and from the look in his eyes she knew he was going to offer.
Arwen had been right, the gown was an obstacle. It took all Arianell's pleading to keep him from taking a dagger to the fastinings. With a light grunt he undid the last tie, Arianell shuddered as the fabric slid off her body.
"How did you get into that thing Meleth-Nin?"
"Doesn't matter" Arianell turned to face him "It's off now."
She let out a sigh, she hadn't even realized how much the gown squoze. Lightly she rubbed her ribs through her thin underdress.
"Arwenamin, are you alright?"
Arianell nodded "I'm sure it's fine, a little tight in that thing, but I'll be alright now."
Legolas gathered her hands to his and smiled
"You went through a lot for me today, I am sorry Meleth."
Arianell smiled lightly at him "I have never told you how much I like it when you call me Meleth."
He arched an eyebrow "Oh really?"
He leaned down to kiss her and at the same time drew her closer to himself, when he did his arm squoze her side and she hissed through her teeth.
"Meleth?"
"It's nothing." Arianell fought back tears as Legolas leaned backwards to look at her, his hands resting on her forearms
"It is something, please Arianell...let me."
She nodded as Legolas led her to his bed and layed her down. He reached down to lift off her underdress but, noticing her sudden discomfort, tore it around the middle insted.
"Legolas!" Arianell looked at the shredded fabric
"Do not worry Meleth-Nin, If any ask I will just tell them I was hasty, now lay back down." Arianell blushed nicely before doing as he instructed
"You will do no such thing" she winced as his fingers ran lightly over her bruised skin.
"That dress was too tight, just some bruising I think your ribs are alright."
Legolas walked into his bathing chambers muttering about his Father and fashion choices. When he came back out he carried with him a small vial.
"Here"
Gently he rubbed the liquid on with his fingertips. Arianell smiled at how good it felt on her bruised skin. Closing her eyes she focused only on the feel of his fingertips brushing her side and sighed.
"Do you like that Meleth?"
Legolas smiled to himself when she didn't reply. Slowly he leaned down and kissed her side, his hands moving higher. Arianell's eyes shot open with a gasp
"Legolas!"
Grinning he leaned over her so that their noses almost touched, his hands still flowing feather-light over her skin.
"Yes, Meleth?"
His eyes betrayed his desire as she felt the heat radiating from his form so close to her own. At that moment every doubt that Arianell had ever felt melted away and she believed every word the Valar had told her.
