This chapter was a bit of fun to write. R&R. Enjoy!

Chapter 29

Evie POV

"Good evening, My King, Lords and Ladies. The children have prepared a play for your entertainment. It is "Cinderella' brought to life by the legendary, Mr Walt Disney. Enjoy."

With a small smile, Evie turned and walked to the edge of the stage and sat with her legs dangling off the side, a large black book in hand as she began to narrate, eyes sparkling.

"Once upon a time there lived a little girl and her father…"

The black curtain opened to reveal a backdrop painted with rolling green hills and a white castle on a hill in the distance.

Elrond & Celebrain's youngest, Arwen, entered the stage in a plain white dress happily waiting the arrival of her 'father.'

"Daughter! Come and meet your new stepmother!"

…

"You shall not go to the ball!"

The elleth playing the 'stepmother' pointed at 'Cinderella' in emphasis and then left the stage.

'Cinderella' dropped to her knees and began to weep.

Evie then put the book down, rose and approached, speaking softly.

"why do you cry, child?"

"I want to go to the ball."

"and so you will."

A hiccup. "how?"

Evie tapped her nose and drew out a gold wand, covered in glitter.

"miracles do happen."

"miracles? Then you must be my fairy godmother."

"naturally. Now the first thing we need is a pumpkin.."

A little nose crinkled in confusion.

"A pumpkin?"

"for the coach!"

She delighted in the laughter coming from the audience assembled.

Without further ado, Evie raised her wand and shimmery golden tendrils leaked out from the tip and made its way to the pumpkin that had been placed near them and began to sing.

"Sala-gadoola-menchicka-boo-la bibbidi-bobbidi-boo
Put 'em together and what have you got?
Bibbidi-bobbidi-boo

Sala-gadoola-menchicka-boo-la bibbidi-bobbidi-boo
It'll do magic believe it or not
Bibbidi-bobbidi-boo.

Now, Sala-gadoola means menchicka-boolaroo
But the thing-a-ma-bob that does the job is
bibbidi-bobbidi-boo.

Sala-gadoola-menchicka-boo-la bibbidi-bobbidi-boo
Put 'em together and what have you got?
Bibbidi-bobbidi, bibbidi-bobbidi, bibbidi-bobbidi-boo."

The pumpkin silently rolled out of sight and the backdrop changed to a beautiful golden carriage, pulled by maginficient white horses.

"now for your dress, dear, you can't go to the ball dressed like that."

The little elleth shook her head.

"Bibbidi-bobbidi-boo."

Arwen begin to turn slowly as the mesmerising golden vines surrounded her form and glowed brighter.

The audience watched in awe as the beautiful elleth's dress began to change from a soft pink, to a blue, with a full swishy skirt.

Glittery leaves and flowers formed all over the material. Her dark hair was covered in glitter too.

Once complete, the golden magic receded and Arwen lifted the skirt to show off a pair of silver glittery slippers

"thank you so much fairy godmother!"

"off you go, child, you don't want to be late!"

…

All the elflings were dressed in finery and dancing around the stage, Legolas paired with Arwen.

The scene changed with 'Cinderella' running and losing her glittery slipper.

…

"A perfect fit."

A kiss was gently given to Arwen's hand, held by Legolas as he knelt in front of her.

Both elflings stood, joined by Elladan, Elrohir and the other elflings.

Evie led them in the final song, her voice soft but confident.

"A dream is a wish your heart makes
When you're fast asleep
In dreams you will lose your heartaches
Whatever you wish for, you keep

Have faith in your dreams and someday
Your rainbow will come smiling through
No matter how your heart is grieving
If you keep on believing
The dream that you wish will come true

A dream is a wish your heart makes
When you're fast asleep
In dreams you will lose your heartaches
Whatever you wish for, you keep

Have faith in your dreams and someday
Your rainbow will come smiling through
No matter how your heart is grieving
If you keep on believing
The dream that you wish will come true"

All the adults previously sitting in the audience stood and clapped for the elflings who had performed so well. The story itself had been unusual to be sure, but that did not detract from the performance.

Evie was beaming, she was so proud of the little elves that has practiced for a week to prepare for this in celebration of their last night in the great Elven city.

She bent down to retrieve the storybook from the stage, when she felt a hand on her arm. She looked up into a pair of warm grey eyes.

"You did a wonderful job, Queen Evangeline. And your voice, it is exquisite, Legolas was not exaggerating about that."

She waved off the compliment, but smiled at the golden haired warrior that she had gotten to know quite well during their stay, pleased that he offered to train her with a sword."

"Thank you, My Lord. I'm glad you enjoyed it."

"It is a rather unusual tale, I must say. What is it's origins."

"Oh, um, it's a fairytale told by mortals."

"Indeed. Rather intriguing, but a delight nonetheless. Would you care for a drink?"

"Yes, please."

She finished tidying up while he went to find her a refreshment. And thanked him when he returned and handed it to her.

"Come, you will be more comfortable over here."

She was happy to take the offered arm and allow the elf to lead her over to the group on the balcony, most of whom were already seated in cushioned chairs. She smiled at her elf husband as she passed to sit on his left side, feeling happy when he took her hand in his warm one. She leaned towards him to let him whisper in her ear, his breath causing her to shiver. She lifted her glass to her lips and took a delicate sip of the red wine.

"You were wonderful."

"I know."

She smiled as he chuckled deeply at this.

"Modest little thing, aren't you?"

"Naturally" she replied with a cheeky grin. "The children did brilliantly. You should be very proud of Legolas."

"I definitely am. No, something else bothers me."

"Oh?"

"After seeing you sing like a nightingale, I fear the Nolder elves will want to keep you here."

She giggled upon seeing his lifted brow in mischief and moved closer to his pointed ear.

"I think My King might object to such a suggestion."

"Indeed. Would he step in do you think?"

She moved her hand to rest of his arm and began trailing up and down gently.

"Absolutely. I am indispensable to him."

"Is that so? And how would you thank your King for his actions?"

She blew softly on his ear, just as she moved her hand to rest on his muscled thigh.

"I can think of a few ways…shall I demonstrate?"

She could feel his desire for her through the bond and thought of being with him made her toes curl in anticipation.

She stifled a laugh when the elvenking abruptly stood and address the group, not answering her question at all.

"Lord Elrond, I must thank you for your hospitality this evening, but we would like to be on our way rather early and we must take our rest."

Evie placed her half finished glass on the table next to her and stood, taking the offered hand by the tall platinum haired elf. She smiled at the elf Lord who had also stood.

"It has been a pleasure to have you wish us. Please, take your rest and we shall see you off in the morning."

"Haleth?"

"Yes, My King?"

"Fetch Prince Legolas."

Evie saw the blond elleth nod and depart the balcony area in search of her charge. She felt Thranduil start to lead her away from the group also and smiled at the elves she passed. There was a comfortable silence between the two as they walked back to their suite of rooms, broken only by Evie's soft giggle at the look of intent on the elf's face.

"What's so funny?"

"You."

He said nothing, but pulled her through the open door after him, dropping her hand only to bend and pick up the tired elfling in Haleth's arms.

Wait for me. Preferably without any clothes on

"I'll put him to bed."

She smiled at the two and stepped forward to brush hair out of the Prince's face before lowering her head to kiss his brow.

"Sleep well, honey."

"Goodnight Naneth."

Both females watched the pair disappear through the door to Legolas' chamber and then Evie turned to the blonde elleth to say goodnight, before moving into the sleeping room she shared with her tall elf.

Humming softly, she kicked off her cream slippers and began untying the laces on her deep green dress before pushing the fabric down her body to pool at her feet. Next the hair that had been so intricately braided and twisted up, was let loose to hang in tight curls all the way down her back. She ran her hands through it to ease the tension and donned her lacy black robe, making her way to lie down on the love seat in front of the roaring fire and enjoying the warmth that caressed her skin.

She heard the door snip shut softly and the rusting of fabric being moved. She wasn't surprised when she looked up to find the bright blue eyes of her elven lover, his face full of hunger. Her nipples pebbled under the lacy fabric as his intense gaze raked over her slightly exposed form. She held her breath as he moved around the chair, to kneel in front of her clad only in dark leggings, his back to the flames, and reached out to caress her knee.

Up and down he trailed his hand, as high as the edge of the robe that finished mid thigh, and down low to her calf. His voice was deep and husky when he spoke to her.

"I believe your King requested no clothes."

"He can remove anything in his way."

He grinned at the challenge and it affected the woman. She felt his free hand come up to pull the tie free on the robe, letting the fabric fall away and exposing a breast to his view. That same hand reached out to cup and knead her breast gently, while the other hand continued to tease the skin on her leg. Up and down it went, teasing her. She gasped when he kissed the exposed skin of her tummy, sensitive to his gentle touch. Without warning, he flicked her nipple and it causing a delightful zap of pleasure straight to her core. She heard him intake a deep breath against she skin.

"I can smell your desire for me."

The teasing continued for a few moments and then his hands disappeared and her robe was pulled from her body. Her body reacted as he kissed his way up her chest and to her lips.

"Do you trust me?"

"With my life."

"Good. Lift up your arms."

She did so without hesitation and watched with wide eyes as he used the lacy fabric to tie her hands together above her head.

'mmmmm, I rather like this."

She shivered at the approval in his tone, full turned on and ready for him to touch her. But he didn't, he just stood back for a moment and observed her naked form.

"Please."

"Please what? Say it for me."

"Please touch me."

"Where shall I touch you, my love?"

But she didn't answer him when he finally moved to lean over her and cup both breasts. She let out a breathy moan as he massaged her gently at first, then a bit more roughly, tweaking her nipples occasionally. Her body burned with need when he closed his lips around one of her nipples, his hand playing with the other.

"Oh, Thranduil, please."

He complied with her request, letting his hands wander down her body.

"oh yes."

She cried out when his hands parted her thighs and teased the length of her heat. And again. And again.

"Oh god. Please."

Thought was impossible when she felt his tongue flick and suck gently where his fingers had been only a moment ago. She shut her eyes tight and gripped the lace between her hands as she let go and pleasure ripped though her.

Breathing hard, she felt her body being lifted and opened her eyes to see her body straddling the lap of the elvenking. She moved her arms to loop around his neck and used it as leverage to lift her hips up and then back down, ever so slowly, on to his hard cock. She felt him start to move and she dug her nails into his back.

"No. I am in charge now."

She wasn't surprised by his raised eyebrows and was pleased that he listened and let her set the pace, her own type of teasing. Up and down. Up and down. She enjoyed the groans coming from his lips and continued on.

"You drive me mad, woman."

"Good. You will be rewarded for your obedience."

He had been more than ready for her, so it didn't take long for him to find his own pleasure, full up to the hilt in her warmth. He rested his head on her shoulder afterwards, pressing a kiss to the skin there and enjoying the closeness. He treasured the love radiating out of the bond. He stood gracefully and walked over to the bed, placing her down on the silk sheets with great care.

"Time for rest, I think."

"Cuddle me?"

"As you wish."

And Evie fell asleep, cocooned in the warmth of his arms with his distinctly masculine earthy pine scent filling her nose, dreaming of home.