A/N: I apologize for grammatical errors, but English is not my native language, if you see errors, please tell me. And please don't hate, english is not my language!
TAKES PLACE AFTER CHAPTER ONE!
Legolas just lost his beautiful wife Cerylia, he didn't know what to think or do, his father was there for him, and he made him realize that his wife died for the baby. from the second he saw Cerylia lying still on the bed and the baby out of her, he give all the fault to the creature in the healer's arms, but when she handed her in his arms and the moment when he saw her eyes he realized that it wasn't her fault, she was his daughter, his beautiful daughter and he thought of her the worst, he stared at her beautiful teary eyes, she cried in his arms wanting her mother, he wanted her to stop crying, she was his daughter and he wanted to protect her and make her happy, why did he blamed her? She was a baby.
He heard his father run to him, he came back from the battle outside the realm, from his heavy breath he knew Thranduil ran to meet his granddaughter, his steps ended when he entered the room, he then heard him walk slowly behind him, getting closer to see the child in his arms.
There were two thoughts in the prince's mind in that moment.
His beloved wife died and he only blamed the child.
He blamed the baby only the first moment he realized that Cerylia died and he never could forgive himself for that.
"At the same time we were facing destruction... this small miracle was taking place" his father said from behind him "does she have a name?"
"The Lady had called her Níniel" the nurse told him
Legolas finally had a name to call his precious in his arms 'Níniel', child in tears, he caressed her crying face "Uuma nalla Níniel -nin"*do not cry my Níniel*
"Those were her last words" he heard the nurse said.
Cerylia's last words.
His beloved wife.
Looking at Níniel crying's eyes he had forgotten for a moment of the tragedy around him.
He forgotten of Cerylia
Legolas silently passed her to his father, and walked away from that horror room.
He stared at the stars, searching for answers, how could he had hated his child? It was for a split of second but for him it was enough for be ashamed of himself, it wasn't his daughter fault if Cerylia died.
His beloved Wife.
She had been young, beautiful and perfect. She was gone. No one could bring her back.
Tears rolled from his eyes, they had planned a life together, but only one of their plans became real, their marriage happened a year ago, a year was like a blink in the eyes of an elf.
Their marriage was the most anticipated event of the century, his father had invited half Middle-Earth, Thranduil never admit it but he was excited for their wedding, he had hired the best elves, the realm never looked so beautiful that day, but not beautiful as his wife, she wore along white dress filled with small diamonds that made her shine at the sunlight, but for Legolas she didn't need diamonds for shine, she was already shining in his heart.
At the beginning this was supposed to be a planned Marriage, Thranduil and Círdan, the lord of the Falas, created an alliance and their children were forced to get marry, Legolas didn't support his father idea but when time passed he had to know Cerylia and he felled in love with her.
"Legolas" he heard Thranduil call him.
He realized that he was sobbing, what yesterday was his life today was a memory; he was alone with a baby.
She should have been born in a month, she came earlier.
Legolas didn't dare to turn and look at his father, why should he? He wanted only to alone.
He felt his father's strong arms around his waist, maybe he didn't need to be alone, he needed his father, he hugged him crying louder, realizing the pain and the sorrow from his body, he didn't have to be strong in his arms, he felted protected and he felt better if he cried.
"A person may go from life, But memories will always stay with you forever, Please my child stay strong" Thranduil soft voice supremely broke the silence "You have a beautiful daughter who needs you more than ever" he removed his son from him and wiped his tears "Parenthood is one of the best journeys in life. Enjoy the ride".
Legolas looked him, his father was telling him that he loved him in his own way; his father was a proud man he hardly ever told him that, somehow Legolas calmed himself and took Thranduil hand and together they walked back to the realms halls, arriving at the room they prepared for Níniel during the months of pregnancy.
Níniel was lying in her elven crib, with a nurse looking after her, when she saw the prince and king entering she slowly bowed and left the room.
Legolas stepped closer to the baby.
He had a daughter. He had a small daughter.
He looked her with curiosity. He had never seen such a tiny elf. His hand was the size of his palm.
He felt hoorrible for blaming her for the death of her mother, even if he was for some seconds, but he was never going to forgive himself for that. He had promise himself that he would give her all the love that he had, he would love her like he and Cerylia would love her together.
There was a soft cry, she had woken up.
Legolas gave a scared look to his father who stepped back making his son deal with her, Legolas knew it was because he needed to be the father for her; he had to do it alone.
he turned to her "Aaye"*Hello* he said ad he raised her up from her crib and placed her into his safe arms "I am your father" the baby hushed for a moment as if listening to him.
She had recognized him from all the times he talked to her thought the stomach of Cerylia, he often rest his lips on her belly and talk to the baby inside, now he could finally see her face as he spoked to her "I am your ada." *daddy*
She was so tiny; she could not even hold her own head up. Yet picking her up was more natural than he thought it would be, she stirred back to his father's eyes, studing the new elf who had picked her up, she didn't cry, she just starred.
He froze when their eyes locked to each other's, he felt a few tears fall down his face again. She was just so beautiful and so innocent. He had never seen anything that looked as beautiful as his daughter did. She was simply stunning. Just like her mother had been.
The baby had a lot of hair on her head already. It was the same color of her mother's, black as the night, and she had a lot of features in common with him, she had his light skin tone, lips and nose.
"What is wrong?" Thranduil asked
"Nothing" he reassures him "It just" he tried to find the words "she is beautiful." he added studying the tiny face "Oh, she is wonderful" He leaned to kiss her forehead, before he went down further and brushed his lips against hers. "My daughter".
Since the child had been born a month early, she was smaller than any other infant. But even if she had been born preterm she looked healthy and happy, that's what mattered to Legolas.
Thranduil stepped closer giving him sincere smile as he looked his granddaughter "She has your eyes... and I am sure that you also gave her your smart mind."
"One can only hope so," he answered as he gently caressed his daughter's cheek.
Legolas gently rocked his child back and forth while he reminisced the last hours. His beloved died, he was alone, and he had to protect her from everything, keep her safe from every harm.
He kept looking down at her in his arms, she looked so calm and safe in his arms, and she was protected. She just kept on looking at him comfortably in her father's arms. Her tiny fist found Legolas's finger and she wrapped it around it.
He marveled at the fact how tiny her little hand actually was and how that little fist could fit around his whole finger. He gently stroked her fist with his thumb as he continued to just watch her.
He leaned down and gently kissed the baby on her tiny little forehead and she looked at him confused. He smiled very softly and he kissed her tiny hand in his finger. He kept stroking her fist with his thumb as he began to talk to the infant. "You are a very beautiful baby, just like your mother was." he said softly causing the little girl to look up and narrowing her eyes in confusion as he spoke.
This causes Legolas to chuckle a little bit and kiss her forehead again as he continued to rock her back and forth.
Níniel looked up at him as she was being rocked back and forth in his arms. She liked the sound of his voice; it was very comforting to the infant.
Legolas had wished that she could have two parents but he was alone. He had promise himself that he will never stop loving her, and he was going to be the best possible father to her.
He kissed her head one last time and kept rocking her back and forth just watching her only the way a father could.
He had lost track of how long he had been holding her close to his chest and watching her go between sleep and being awake. He smiled down at her as she yawned.
It was hard to believe that that morning Cerylia was alive with her big stomach and now she was gone and there was Níniel in his life. Legolas was supposed to somehow raise her all on his own.
He had no idea about what he was going to do; Cerylia was the one who was going to baby her. He was clueless when it came to trying to raise the child of his. He guessed that he was going to just be figuring these things out along the way.
Soft cries interrupted his thoughts then.
Her cries were starting to get louder and louder in volume. He tried to bounce the infant a little in an attempt to try and calm her down, but it was no help whatsoever because she just kept on crying and was getting louder with each passing second.
He didn't know how to calm her down and make things better for her
Was she hungry?
Did she need to get changed?
Legolas looked at his father for help, he had no idea what to do, luckily his father had experience with having an infant and knew exactly what to do, and he raised a hand to Legolas, telling that he would come back soon.
Thranduil hurried to where the nurses where, he had asked for the milk, they helped him by giving it to him, the nurses knowing that the princess had died had begun working on creating the beverage for the infant.
Thranduil silently blessed those elves, they always have everything ready for any circumstances, and he had thanked the Valar that they worked for him.
Thranduil returned to the room where his family was and he found the infant still screeching at the top of her lungs and she could not be consoled by Legolas who was bouncing, his son sighed as he saw him, clearly asking help with his eyes.
Thranduil smiled telling him that he had everything under control and calmly handed bottle to Legolas
He put the bottle into Nìniel's mouth, almost as if by magic the crying, screaming and wailing finally stopped and Níniel started to drink from the bottle. Legolas sighed in relief thanking his father as he held Níniel and fed her, watching her eat happily. It was amazing how tiny little thing could be so hungry
"She is remarkable" he heard Thranduil as he was watching his daughter eat from the bottle, He turned "Hannon-lle" *thank you* Legolas said smiling a little bit.
It was the first time that he had smiled since the death of Cerylia just a few hours ago. Even though it was only a few hours ago it was as if it was she had been gone much longer than she had been.
"She looks like you" Thranduil admitted.
She very much looked like Legolas when he was born, only for the hair color, the rest was like him, especially her eyes; they were the same ad Legolas.
Once Níniel had finished eating Legolas put the bottle down and he lifted the infant up and put her on his shoulder and started to pat her back to try to get the infant to burp. He had learned this from Cerylia, she had told him some trick to how to raise an infant, and she wanted him to be ready when she was born.
He was very glad that she had forced him to hear all of 'how to raise an infant' because if she didn't she would have taken all of that knowledge with her. Then Legolas would have been in deep trouble if that had happened.
Once he heard a tiny little burp from the newborn he used a rag to clean her face and let her look around the room watching as her eyes darted across the room. There was nothing like the curiosity of a newborn because was just looking ate everything with this look of fascination in her eyes
It was beyond adorable
"May I hold her?" Thranduil asked him a little bit cautiously.
Legolas stirred at him, he trusted his father, but something inside him didn't want him to give her away, he forced a nod and carefully handing the infant over to his father who carefully took the now sleeping infant into his big strong arms.
Legolas heart was racing, he thought of Thranduil dropping her or killing her.
Was this father's instinct?
Legolas watched Níniel as she reached out for his father's finger in her sleep and held onto it tightly as she was sound asleep. It was pretty cute to see how her tiny little fist just barley fit around Thranduil finger. It reminded Legolas of how precious she actually was.
"She has a really strong grip for such a little one" Thranduil remarked looking down at the young sleeping child in his arms who was rather content with being asleep in the safety of his arms.
"I know, she is so strong already" Legolas said as he sat on his bed, inviting his father to sit next to him, but he silently gave his daughter back where she belong, in his father's arms.
Legolas quickly wrapped his arms around her projective, making her sure she was safe with him.
Thranduil smiled, his son was grown, with his own offspring, and he felt so proud of him seeing him so protective with the infant.
"I will leave you with your" he paused and smiled "daughter" it was unreal to him to say that. He couldn't believe that his granddaughter was living and breathing in front of him.
Legolas smiled sincerely and nodded him that he understood; then he turned his attention to the baby in is arms.
Thranduil smiled one last time at legolas; he loved to see his son so attached to his daughter. But there was something wrong with the way legolas was cope from the death of his wife, it almost seamed that legolas forgot of her when he marveled his infant, it was worrying the king.
Legolas was just about to go to sleep when Níniel started to cry loudly once again, he sighed a little bit as he got up from his bed and walked to the little crib that was right in front of his bed. He picked up the crying infant and started to rock her gently in an attempt to try and stop her.
"Shh.. is fine princess. Ada got you, Ada is here. I am not going anywhere princess. I am going to stay right here with you." he said while he rocked her "I am never going to leave you baby." Legolas said he bounces the baby girl a little bit in his arms trying to soothe her cries in any way that he could, he took her in his bed and laid her with him, she was on her back while he laid in in side with his hand supporting his head, he had noticed how that affected her cry, she had calmed. "You just wanted to stay with me, don't you?" he smiled at her and he played with his free hand with her arms "Even I am feeling alone, I want to stay with you"
Unconsciously he began to hum a lullaby, his heart swelling continuously at the pride he was already feeling for her, even though they had just met.
Níniel 's eyes started to droop and he began to fuss as her father kept humming, he than wrapping a blanket around her making her more comfortable as possible.
Níniel began to settle down at his velvet voice, yawning as her eyes fluttered closed. Legolas smiled as he kept humming the lullaby that his own mother sang to him as a baby.
Legolas smiles as he ended the song. He saw that Níniel had fallen asleep. It was a very welcoming sound to hear the peace.
He kissed the sleeping child on her forehead
"Good night princess. Ada loves you very much" Legolas said as he rest his head to get some sleep, he wrapped an arm around her, for making sure she wouldn't roll of the bed.
Legolas could tell that night was going to be an extremely long night. It would be his first one with Níniel and there was no telling what was going to happen.
It had been about an hour and a half since he had put Níniel down and fallen in his elven himself. (As I wrote previously, elven sleep differently from men, they sleep with their eyes open and they are aware of what is going on around them)
Legolas had woken up by the sound of Níniel crying once again. He quickly raised his head and looked at the infant. she was fine but she was crying because she needed something, he got up and picked her up and took her outside in his balcony, he knew that babies wake up quite often during the nights and he had long nights ahead of him, he did not know what to think of it.
He sighed as he looks down at Níniel bouncing her a little bit trying to get her to stop crying.
Maybe she was hungry?
He did not know but it was worth a shot. He went back to his room and grabbed a bottle.
Legolas tried to get the infant to drink from the bottle but of course she did not drink from it. He tried several times before he gave up and accepted the fact that she was not going to be eating anything anytime soon.
He put the bottle back in the table and sighed looking down at Níniel who continued to cry loudly making his ears ring
He hasn't been a father for even 24 hours and yet he was already surrending.
Legolas had no idea if he could do this on his own without Cerylia there to help him out.
Then he smelled the problem. He lifted Níniel up and smelled her underwear which turned out to be the problem.
A big sigh of relief flooded over him. At least he had figured out what was bothering her.
He took the infant on the changing table and he took out a new diaper.
But then he realized something. He had no idea about how to change a baby's diaper.
Yes he had read how to do it in a book but that was a while ago. Plus now this was with an actual living breathing crying baby.
The nurse had been the one to get her the first diaper and Legolas hadn't been watching him at all when he did it because he had been too busy panicking out over Cerylia dying.
To be on his own was extremely scary because he did not know what he was doing.
Legolas gently removed the cloth that Níniel was wearing and looked at the diaper.
It was certainly disgusting that was for sure.
He made a face seeing the soiled diaper as he put the dirty diaper aside. He took a wipe in his hand and then gently wiped the baby's bum with it, he then struggled to wrap the new cloth around her, how did he had to fold it and secure it so it wouldn't fall down?
Somehow he had managed to secure it and he genuinely laughed in relief, he had done the impossible.
The baby had stopped crying much to the relief of Legolas because he had started to feel like he was failing Níniel as she cried. He pushed a pacifier into her mouth and walked back in his bed and lay back down with her on his chest as she slept and wrapped his arms around her. This was very comforting to have her with him.
He gently stroked her little cheek as he lay in bed just thinking.
Legolas could not stop thinking about that day, It had started as a normal day, he had woken up in that same bed he was laying now with Cerylia, He had been having a normal day, he had breakfast with her and her father as a happy family, he went to train the new recruits all morning and he was having a great time with Cerylia that afternoon, until he heard the horns, until the orc and spiders attacked Mirkwood, until had to run and protect his kingdom.
He remembered her terrified face.
She didn't want him to go, she begged him with tears in her eyes.
He tried to reassure her by telling her that everything was going fine.
He had promise her.
He failed her.
he remembered the last kiss he gave her, it was a quick one, he didn't had time to kiss her, he didn't even remembered it, he was on a rush for protect the realm, but he remembered the hurt eyes when he let her go quickly for run away with Haldir to protect his kingdom.
He would never think that that was going to be the last time he would see her.
He sighed looking down at Níniel who was still asleep.
"I promise you that I am going to protect you with my life" Legolas told her kissing her forehead then nuzzled her a little bit before he drifted off to an elven sleep with her sleeping on his chest and his arms wrapped around her. This was something that Legolas could get used to.
BONUS CHAPTER: THE WEDDING
Standing in front of the mirror there was Cerylia, she observed her image wondering if it was really her who was reflected.
Around her there were four females busy arranging the hem of her dress or styling her long black hair.
Meldiriel, a dear friend of Cerylia, was careful supervising all the preparations directing with firm sweetness the other elves friends who were more accustomed to handling weapons instead of clips and ribbons.
the silver dress seemed to have been sewn on her, it was tight near the breast and hips strategically putting out the curves, the height of the shoulders a lighter fabric ran down the arms partially covering them and, depending on the light, revealing green reflections, finally on her hair was placed a small silver tiara that encircled his head like slender tendrils of ivy.
"You are really beautiful." Cerylia turned to Meldiriel looking at her with sweetness, the elf looked at her ecstatically turning her around and watch with increasing astonishment the details apparel and jewelry.
Cerylia looked in the mirror one last time observing the result satisfied, she felt radiant as the sun and, for the first time in his life, she could look with pride without shame of herself.
"May I enter?"
Cìndar appeared in the doorway and looked at her with amazement.
"I would not want to rush you, but we are waiting" her father told her
Meldiriel fixed for the last time the tiara on the bride's head and gave her a kiss on the forehead, stroking his face.
"Oh Valar! I am so happy for you!" he said excided
That said she glanced to the other girls and left the room leaving Cìndar and Cerylia alone, the father sat down on the bed, being careful not to bend his dress. And then he admired her as she was a fallen star.
"If your mother could see you" he said as his voice filled with memory of his wife.
"Oh Adar" he felt the impulse to hug him, she was happy and she didn't want his father to not be.
"I am lucky; it's an honor for me to accompany you to the altar"
Cerylia smiled and didn't said anything she sat down next, he took her small hands traversed by tremors of emotion
"Are you nervous?" he asked her
"Yes"
"I was too when I got married"
She wished her mother to be there.
In the distance a horns rang calling Cerylia to reality. The girl looked at Cìndar, taking a deep breath she stood up, moving elegantly through the room, even her father got up and stood beside her, handing her a bouquet of white roses and white lilies small, she took the bouquet in her hands and squeezed the stems as if it was the hilt of a sword ready to stand on an enemy.
"Here we go" The man gently took her under his arm starting to head towards the place where it would be celebrated the rite.
They went down in the Great Hall of Mirkwood, heading for a huge wooden door on which was carved an image of trees. The two paused briefly in the gloom that enveloped the place waiting for the doors to open allowing access to the temple.
When the door opened Cerylia felt the sun burn on the skin and had to squint from too much light.
The wedding march was playing slowly, which was very good for Cerylia. She could walk as slow as she needed, which was quite slow.
She looked around, scanning the crowd. she noticed that there was Elrond's family, they look serene they watched their dear friend Legolas getting married, the woodland prince was like part of the family for them, there was Haldir, the only Lothlórien elf she knew, she then saw most of her childhood friends from Lindon all with wide smiles on their faces.
Legolas was waiting excited looking forward proudly as driven by the wind, a white rose from the chaste beauty of the petals of which had never been touched by the hands of an elf. His clothes seemed to complement those of Cerylia: the young prince had white pants he wore a silver blouse covered by green reflections, his hair was braided differently from the usual, he had less brads, with was symbol of simplicity and purity, in top of his head there he wore his silver crown.
Cerylia and Círdan bowed to the king of Mirkwood at the feet of the altar, after having kissed her forehead, her father gave his daughter to the groom who took kindly her hands smiling at her.
She and Legolas stared at each other for a moment, than all of a sudden, they both remembered what they were there for, turned toward Thranduil in unison.
Thranduil stepped between the pair recalling the guests to order and without further ado began the celebration.
The whole time, her eyes kept darting up to Legolas, the whole time with a smile that truly went from ear to ear. He looked so happy.
Then, the wedding vows were next. She was sure she was going to stumble over the words.
They turned toward each other, and she could finally face correctly.
"Just now..." Legolas whispered to her ear "everything feels like it was worth fighting for"
"It was" she whispered back smiling at him.
Legolas watched the crowd, excitement ran all over his body, he could see everyone watching him, the elves from the Falas, Rivendell, Mirkwood, Lothlórien and from other elven cities, all the elves looked beautiful, they all had their light elven dresses and they were all smiling at them.
"I make my promise" he said out lout at Cerylia with his eyes twinkling "May the Valar favor our journey, and I give you my love. Forever." he told her.
It was her turn, she could feel almost feel the color of her skin turning red, she didn't believe that they were getting married, it was unreal to her, some days before they were still preparing the ceremony, and laughing at how Thranduil and her father cared of the wedding more than they did, the fathers were making every detail the most perfect as possible.
She than looked deliberately into Legolas and began. "I swear to the Valar to love this ellon* the rest of my days" *ellon- elf male
Legolas eyes twinkled, he looked so amazingly happy. He looked into her, with such a force. His eyes smoldered as he burned his gaze into hers.
"I now pronounce you, husband and wife," Thranduil turned toward his son. "You may now kiss the bride."
Legolas's smiled changed briefly, and he leaned down toward her excruciatingly slow.
Her world literally spun beneath her feet, as she felt the kiss trying to memories every sensation.
Legolas's hand slid around to the back of her head, holding her still as his lips descended on hers. His lips were warm, and very soft against hers that she sighed against them. Her eyes slid closed and she stepped closer, one hand hesitantly moving up so she could grip his shoulder. She felt a grin in his lips before he pulled away. It didn't last long and it didn't contain the high levels of passion that everyone else seemed to have in their wedding, but for her, it was the most perfect thing.
Legolas and Cerylia intertwined their hands before the altar of Mirkwood, before the king and of all the guests. He slid the ring gently and torturously slowly onto her finger a silver ring adorned with an emerald, then she, with shaking hands slid the ring onto his hand; he in response squeezed her hand in reassurance and smiled at her.
"It is my great honor to present to you, for the very first time, Legolas Thranduilion and Cerylia Cìndariel, Prince and princess of Mirkwood and Lindon." said Thranduil, the king out loud official ending the ceremony.
The guests spilled out around them clapping and cheering to the newlyweds, Cerylia went to hug her father who kissed her forehead.
Legolas went to hug his father around his shoulders and Thranduil in response gave him a wink.
Legolas chuckle, even in his wedding day his father acted proud in front of him, he rolled his eyes and walked to his Cerylia.
"Shall we be going, my bride?" he breathed behind her making her jump in surprise, not waiting for a response. He gently brushed his lips against her, a quick kiss.
Before she could object, he threw his arms around her neck "I love you, anywhere you go or you will be I will be with you" he whispered softly to her ears
She pushed her lips against his again, and could feel his smile under her own.
At the end of the ceremony all the guest followed the couple into another large room where the party and the wedding feast had been prepared. Cerylia knew what to expected, she had prepared herself for hours of music , dancing with Legolas and of course talking with everyone, she looked at Legolas with pleading eyes for avoid the boredom and take her as far away from there, but he smiled at her making her understand that there was no way to escape festivities.
The main room of the realm's halls had been decorated in such a way as to make it unrecognizable, flowers of all colors adorned the massive columns and large braziers burning in different parts of the room while the crackling of the fire mingled with the noise of dishes and voices of the guests in a rang around the hall.
Thranduil was sitting on a throne, having the advantage of all the room, while married couple has been prepared two smaller thrones isolated from the other tables; they had been revolved perpetually by servants with serving dishes, knights and ladies who presented themselves to congratulate the couple.
Cerylia looked around nervously twisting the hem of her dress and looking for a way out, as opposed Legolas beautifully masked his discomfort exchanging witty banter with diners and filling the pot of meat and a glass of apple cider.
"You fine?" he turned to his bride who watching everything with apprehension.
"I do not like being in a cage"
Legolas smiled at her and kissed her on the lips and Cerylia felt the flavor of roast meats in his mouth.
"Courage my wife, a few more hours and we will be out" he then looked at all the guests who were all charring and having fun at their wedding reception "everyone smiles" he said watching them "we must be careful how we present ourselves" he turned again to his new wife and smiled at her.
She looked at his smile and then his eyes "I am happy of this day" he said "I just do not want to be here, I want to be with you" she explained
"Soon we will be" he grinned making her laugh.
"I am so happy for both of you, my friends. Congratulations!" a voice interrupted them.
It was Aragorn followed by Elladan and Elrohir, they wore their royal dressed, they only wore that for very important celebrations, the twins wore the same light blue and gray dress and they had the same hair style, braided on the sides and a interweaving of hair on the back, no one could recognize one from another, Legolas was one of the few who could; Aragorn was clean, Legolas hardly ever saw Aragorn clean and with a nice elven tunic, his hair was supremely combed and nicely waved.
"Hannon lle, mellon-nîn" *thank you my friend* Legolas replied to the ranger
"Thank you for inviting us to eat and drink while you get married. Congrats!" joked Elrohir
Legolas chuckled; he liked the way the twins joked in every occasion.
Cerylia felt Legolas holding her hand under the table, rubbing small circles at the joint above her thumb.
"when are the babies coming?" Elladan asked making Cerylia snap her head quickly as his twin laughed with him, Aragorn was embarrassed from them but for all those years with them he had learned to live with it, Legolas in the other hand was peacefully serene, like as the twins didn't said anything that shocking, even Legolas had learned to live with them as the way they were.
"There will not be any children any time soon" She told them stern
Legolas chuckle at his friends's faces "you heard the lady"
*･゜ﾟ･✿･゜ﾟ･*
"Ladies and gentlemen," Thranduil called. "May I have your attention, please?" he said formally, lifting up his glass of wine. Everyone quieted immediately. "Thank you," he said politely. "Are the Bride and groom ready for their first dance?" he said cheerily, sound booming out from every direction.
Legolas jumped to his feet, as Cerylia sank lower into her chair, her hand still slightly raised under the table where Legolas's hand was no longer beneath her fingers.
Legolas chuckled beside her, as if amused him at the look of her horror face. He held out a hand to her, took his hand into hers, instantly feeling a little more comforted. She looked into his beautiful eyes. They were swimming with emotion.
He led her over to the center of the room, holding her tightly around her waist. When they were under the eyes of everyone in the middle, he draped her hand around his shoulder.
The music started a Horn Harp, a Flute, an Elven Lyre, a Lute, a Hammer Dulcimer and a Longhorn played a soft romantic song, Legolas just staring down at her wife smiling, she didn't move at all, he slowly swayed next to her, forcing her to move.
They started slowly at first, not able to say anything she just leaned her head to his chest.
She looked up into his beautiful blue eyes. He gleamed at her
"Legolas" she started as she let herself go, she let the prince take the dance, and she just followed his steps.
He murmured close to her ears, "Shh, just dance." His breath tingled at her ear, frigidly satisfying.
At a moment, Legolas took her into a deep spin, he smiled, and he deepened the dance, leading her across the entire length of the floor, as onlookers marveled. He was so fluid in his movements, as a prince he had a lot of lessons.
"I love you, Cerylia" he murmured against her ear "I will always love you, for eternity and a day."
What do you think? Should I continue this story?