A/N: Here is a lovely long chapter for my lovely readers, if any of you are still reading this. Thanks for sticking with me. I appreciate all of you and all your feedback (wink, wink, nudge, nudge). Hope you enjoy this!

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Chapter 39-Haste to the Wedding

Tip-toeing back to our rooms at first light had Legolas and I giggling like little kids as we tried to avoid running into anyone and landing ourselves center stage for the day's gossip. Not that it would last for long given that today was the day Arwen and her escort arrived. The immature part of me wished I had been present when they broke the news to Dragon Lady that she had twenty-four hours to prepare for the biggest celebrity wedding on Middle-Earth.

I squeaked as I was thrust unceremoniously behind a statue in an alcove in the wall. Pressed close to Legolas, I held my breath as we waited in the shadows until a young squire passed us by. Legolas poked his head around the wall and when he didn't move, I raised an eyebrow beginning to grin wickedly. He rolled his eyes as if to say "Insatiable" before tapping his ear. Listening I heard soft footfalls approaching. Soon enough, voices floated to our ears. I had to bite my lip when their conversation became intelligible.

"Are you even listening to me?" The first woman's voice asked indignantly.

"Hmm? What?" The second girl replied.

"Daydreaming about a certain someone were we?"

"I most certainly was not," the second girl said too quickly. After a few moments, "But he is rather handsome, isn't he?"

"I should say so, but give me someone that looks like Lord Aragorn and I would be happy the rest of my days."

"Or what about the elven prince? He is very attractive," a third voice asserted timidly and Legolas shot me a smug grin which was promptly wiped off his face a moment later.

"Meh, he is a bit too effeminate for my tastes. After all where is his beard? What sort of man does not have a beard?" The first woman stated.

"Maybe male elves cannot grow them," the timid girl posited.

"Well, what does that tell you?" After a few moments of dense silence, the woman continued, "It does not bode well for other masculine traits, if you catch my meaning." They cackled at this and I was biting my lip so hard at this point I was afraid I was going to draw blood. Legolas was glaring at me with a mixture of indignation and mortification as my shoulders shook silently. They passed us by discussing various other men unfamiliar to me. When they had left and Legolas gave the all-clear my repressed laughter burst forth.

"It is not that funny," Legolas stated with a sniff as I doubled over.

I tried to speak but I was practically crying. He rolled his eyes at my continued hysterics and began briskly walking away. Hearing footsteps I caught up to him and practically tackled him into an empty room where I proceeded to snog him senseless for several moments.

When I pulled back for air, I grinned at him affectionately as he blinked a few times seemingly clearing his head. "Have I assuaged your injured ego well enough?"

"Not quite," he whispered huskily and I pressed myself closer eagerly, sliding my hands over his chest delighting in feeling his muscles jump. There was nothing feminine about Legolas. To many humans it seemed that way at first what with the long, flowing locks, immaculate hygiene, and lack of facial hair. But elves had this sort of aura thing that I still had not wrapped my mind around. His masculinity was not tied to being hairy or sweaty, which frankly I was more than okay with. Obviously his body was pretty much perfection, his cheekbones could cut glass for god's sake. But more than that, he just sort of radiated power and virility. So much so that there was an equal chance that one day I would be reduced to a puddle of hormones by his husky voice saying something provocative or something completely mundane like "Pass the butter."

Sliding my hands into his hair, I angled my head more intimately and fitted my mouth to his. Unfortunately I only had a few seconds of fun before a loud throat clearing had me jumping away guiltily.

Aragorn stood there, smiling wickedly as both Legolas and I began blushing furiously. "Usually elves notice when they are no longer alone."

"What can I say?" I said, sidling back over to Legolas. "Busted."

"We should probably be more repentant," Legolas mused. "As for you," he addressed Aragorn. "Do not think I will not repay the favor. Very shortly I suspect you will find yourself in a similar situation," Legolas warned him, a very mischievous grin spreading across his face.

"Have a lovely day," I said in a chipper voice as Legolas took my hand and led me out of the room past a not-so-smug king. "What do you think he was doing up at this hour anyway?" I asked Legolas after a few minutes.

"Knowing him as I do, I doubt he slept. Thus, he has probably been wandering around aimlessly and anxiously. And since today is the arrival of a very large contingent of the fair folk most of his advisors are probably anxious as well and pestering him relentlessly hence he is most likely trying to find a suitable hiding spot, much like ourselves."

My annoyance at Aragorn melted with the explanation. How would I feel before my wedding after having been separated from Legolas for a year? "Today's a big deal isn't it?" I said. Legolas gave me a look that said "duh" and I rolled my eyes, pinching him in the side after being shoved into another alcove.

"I just meant that Aragorn is getting married and that's super exciting, but what about Elladan and Elrohir? And Elrond? This sort of has a different meaning for them," I explained rather lamely when we were once again walking down the hallway.

Legolas sighed and wrapped an arm loosely around my shoulder. "This evening's merriment will indeed be bittersweet. But weddings are always a joining and a parting. And I warrant Lord Elrond, as well as Elrohir and Elladan, would rather leave Arwen full of joy than have her accompany them merely content and possibly with regret."

I contemplated that for a few minutes. "I think that is how my family would feel about my choice, at least that is what I am telling myself so I don't feel quite so guilty," I stated quietly.

Legolas stopped dead in the hallway and turned me to face him abruptly, "And that is how I feel as well. If there is any doubt in your mind about staying, if you think you could ever regret this, then I want you to know I would have you return. A bond is forever. It cannot be undone. If you were to resent me one day it would be the death of me," he said lowly in the most serious tone of voice I had ever heard him use.

Stunned, blind-sided and slightly scared, I nodded mutely. He held my gaze another minute before relaxing and hugging me close. "Damn the gods and their mercurial ways," he huffed into my hair.

I gave a startled laugh at his blasphemy. "Next time you say something like that try not to be holding me so tightly. I don't want to be incinerated when they decide to smite you."

Legolas laughed. "And here I thought you would love me even unto death," he teased.

"Yeah, a valiant, noble death completely beyond our control. I'm not going down for your stupidity. But if it's any consolation, I would make one hell of a grieving widow."

He squeezed me tighter until I squeaked in protest. "I hardly say it enough, but I love you. My life before you was unremarkable, and I can scarcely conceive of it without you," Legolas murmured softly.

"I love you too." I reinforced this with a kiss before breaking the embrace with a groan as more footsteps could be heard. "Although I still maintain I do not deserve you. Your family is probably going to agree." I added with grimace.

"Unfortunately they are stuck with me which means they are stuck with you whether they like it or not," Legolas said cheekily as we finally entered our residence.

"Thank you for those inspiring words of reassurance," I replied drily. "I feel so much better. NOT." Legolas rolled his eyes as he pushed me into a seat in the kitchen and began making breakfast.

"Why are you always the one cooking?" Almira asked bemused as she entered the kitchen a few minutes later and sat down. I noticed Legolas added another egg to the pan on the stove and my heart did a little flip at how he looked after Almira too. "And how do I trick Rúmil into a similar set-up?"

"Such machinations are unnecessary," I stated. "Apparently ellyn do the majority of the cooking in elven culture."

"No kidding? They are so ahead of men on so many things it's not even funny."

"Yes, yes, elves are great," Aragorn muttered sarcastically as he entered the kitchen and flopped onto a stool.

"Following us are you?" Legolas asked, with a pointed glance bordering on glare. "I warned you."

"Unfortunately, like you, my hiding place was discovered. I barely escaped to make it here. One more question about the suspected festivities this evening..." he trailed off menacingly.

"So have you finally come to tell us what this secret you've been keeping is?" Merry said by way of greeting as he entered the kitchen with the rest of the hobbits.

"Aargh!" Aragorn cried, throwing up his hands and stomping out of the kitchen.

"What did I say?" Merry asked in faux innocence, but his smirk gave him away.

"Like you do not know," Sam grumbled and I hid a smile. Legolas at this point had removed a whole platter of cold cuts and cheeses from the cellars. The hobbits needed a great deal more sustenance than elves after all.

He slid a plate of eggs and toast in front of me and Almira, and how he managed to toast bread without a toaster still confounded me. I kissed him on the cheek which was the usual currency for a meal.

"Why are you always the one cooking?" Pippin asked.

"Apparently ellyn do the majority of the cooking in the elven world," Almira parroted from earlier.

"But that is woman's work," Pippin stated with a snort, as if that was all there is to say. At Almira and I's indignant expressions and Legolas' raised eyebrow he hastily backpedaled, "Generally speaking of course."

"Maybe ellyn are smart enough to know that a well-prepared meal equals satisfied elleth which equals a peaceful home," Legolas quipped.

"Happy wife, happy life," I intoned in a sing-song voice.

"Kate is always more affectionate after mealtime," Pippin stated pensively and I blushed while Legolas grinned roguishly.

"How very Hobbit-like of you," Frodo teased and I laughed.

The rest of breakfast was a merry affair as usual. Almira and I managed to fit in a couple hours of exercise before we had a leisurely lunch with the rest of our Company. Afterwards I retreated to my room to bathe and change. Pála arrived just as I emerged from my bathroom.

"Impeccable timing, as always," I complimented her with a warm smile and she flushed with pleasure.

"The party should be within the city shortly," she informed me and I could sense her excitement.

"Excellent," I replied with a wide grin as she helped me slip into the numerous undergarments required for such a formal occasion as a wedding. There was a knock on the door, and I quickly slipped on a robe as Pála answered the door. I heard her gasp. "Pála?" I queried anxiously. She appeared a moment later walking slowly, a gown held reverently in her arms.

"A seamstress just delivered this dress for you, Lady Kate. There is a note," she stated, handing me a slip of parchment. As I unfolded it I saw her run a hand over the gown worshipfully out of the corner of my eye, which gave me an idea for a parting gift. The contents of the parchment revealed the gown to be a gift from Legolas. I smiled tenderly at the words: I hope you enjoy my gift. Admittedly, it is rather selfish of me as seeing you in it is more of a gift for me than you. For while it is surely a fine garment, your radiance can only improve it. Hopefully you can forgive me for it being a dress. They do not make any pants fancy enough for such an event. Besides, we do not want to shock my family into an early grave by introducing you as human and progressive. With the greatest love, Legolas. I laughed out loud at the last two lines and Pála shot me a questioning look. I passed the note to her and she flushed at such intimacy and I had to shake my head in amusement. Women in my world shared this sort of stuff generally.

Approaching the dress, I could see why Pála gasped. It was gorgeous. It was a deep hunter green which was offset with four insets of ecru fabric, off center in the front and back. The square neckline had a heart-shaped décolleté and was framed in the same ecru color. The double sleeves were a trumpet shape and flowed gently away from my arms after the elbow. A border of the ecru colored fabric ran around my upper arm, right above the elbow, and around the bottom of the inner sleeve. It could also be seen along the seam of the cutaway outer sleeve. Golden braid rimmed the neckline and the ecru paneling on the sleeves. Lastly there was a wide t-shaped belt of ecru fabric, trimmed with the golden braid as well along the upper edge and down the edges of the belt, which extended about three-quarters of the way down the skirt.

Pála carefully removed the gown from the hanger and helped me into it. I breathed a sigh of relief as I realized it was not too heavy. When she had finished lacing the gown, my mouth dropped in shock. I looked really good. I had an hourglass shape I had not seen in awhile, mostly being in tunics and leggings. And my breasts! They still existed. It was weird to see cleavage again. There were hardly ever any women around on our journey, and our activities were so stereotypically masculine that I had sort of forgotten about my and Almira's femininity for awhile. I smirked smugly. Legolas was in for one hell of a surprise

"Oh Lady Kate," Pála breathed in awe and I flushed with pride at my appearance and affection for the ellon that had given me such a beautiful gown. After a moment, she asked about my hair.

"Something elegant but simple is fine by me," I replied. With a quick nod, she set to work. Once done, and allowed to view her handiwork I smiled and saw her release her breath in relief. I looked like Belle from Beauty and the Beast. Most of my hair had been swept back into a ponytail which she turned inside out, and managed to bend back enough to create a pseudo-bun, which she encircled with a beautiful thin, gold cuff. She had parted my hair on the side, and two smaller sections swept back from my forehead and were tucked under the bump. My hair flowed down my back from there in soft curls. Grasping her hand in mine, I turned to look her in the eyes. "It's perfect," I told her sincerely, basking in the nostalgia and the odd aptness. I was beginning to feel like the princess I would become. Pála just flushed, dropping her gaze to the floor in embarrassed delight. I stood to slide my shoes on, which were dyed a similar hunter green with an ecru border and similar braiding. They had a low kitten heel. I took a deep breath as a knock on the door sounded.

Pála answered the door quickly, giving me an excited smile as she passed me. I took one last look in the mirror and sobered for a moment. It still gave me a funny feeling when I saw myself so adorned, almost as if I had morphed into someone else. And if I were being really honest, I had. Hardly human anymore, with horror stories, scars from a war and an engagement ring to boot, I was barely the girl that had landed here not that long ago. But if I were being really, really honest, I rather liked this new girl.

"Kate?" Legolas' deep voice shook me from my musings. Giving myself one last glance over, I moved towards the door. But the look in Legolas' eyes stopped me dead in my tracks. He barely hid his elevator eyes and I grinned almost shyly, before I had a wicked thought.

"See something you like?" I murmured throatily. Caught, his eyes snapped to mine and he flushed slightly before a wolfish grin overcame his lips at the teasing smile I wore.

"Someone, rather. Forgive me, for there are no words to capture how exquisite you are," Legolas whispered huskily as he bent before my hand to press a soft kiss to my knuckles. I flushed from the tips of my ears to my toes and I could swear I saw Pála wipe a tear from the corner of her eye. Legolas looked amazing, as usual, though amplified. He had a long robe with a high collar on that flared away from his body slightly, which was a pale blue damask, and another more fitted robe underneath in a cream color whose sleeves extended just past his wrist. He wore soft, supple cream-colored boots.

"You're not so bad yourself," I replied softly, my eyes saying a whole lot more. I laced my fingers with his and stepped into the hall.

A wolf-whistle had me turning to look to my left. "I hope there's a fireman around because you are smokin'," Almira exclaimed. I laughed as Legolas quirked a brow.

"Do you have a sunburn or are you always this hot?" I returned with a cheesy leer. She truly did look gorgeous. Her gown was a striking mint color, with a damask border of the same color running around the hem and wide, rounded collar. It had trumpet sleeves with the damask border around the upper arms. A thin band of cream ran along the damask border around the neckline, on the sleeves, and on the skirt. She had a thin cream belt slung low on her hips, whose clasps were bracketed in gold, with two slim gold chains hanging down that terminated in small, gold balls. Her shoes were mint slip-ons with a wider heel, though they looked as dainty as mine.

"The latter," she quipped and joined me in laughing.

Legolas, as usual, was resigned and bemused. "I take it these are compliments in some strange way?"

"Indeed. They are silly ways men, or women even, might try and engage someone in conversation with the purpose of ... well, you know. Though they would rarely ever be taken seriously," I explained and Legolas just shook his head.

"Are we ready to go?" Almira asked, beaming from ear to ear. I could only guess she was so elated because she was counting on a certain warden to be arriving tonight in the host from Lothlorien. I thanked Pála one last time before bidding her goodnight.

We met the rest of our Company right outside the front door. "This kind of feels like prom," I whispered to Almira.

"Yeah, it really does. All I need is my mom trying to take a few thousand photos," she murmured back and I echoed her wince at the mention of family. As Frodo would discover, some wounds never truly heal.

"Ladies, your beauty outshines the stars in the heavens," Frodo stated by way of greeting, causing us to both blush spectacularly and distracting us before we could get too bogged down in memories.

"The lad's right. You look good," Gimli stated gruffly.

"You are too kind," I deadpanned with a friendly nudge to the shoulder before pressing a quick kiss to his cheek. Despite all the hair, I could swear I saw a flush suffuse his cheeks. Legolas seemed to have noticed too because there was a definite twinkle in his eye. He opened his mouth but Gimli beat him to it. "Shut it," he said with a glare and Legolas promptly snapped his jaw shut, though he was still smirking.

"Let's go. We can't be late for Aragorn's big shindig," I said, taking Legolas hand and tugging it playfully.

"It is a very important date, after all," Almira stated with a wink and we shared a laugh.

The streets were very crowded as everyone was making their way towards the uppermost ring. My arm was laced with Legolas' and he had me tucked tightly to his side as we jostled our way through the crowd. Of course, given who we were, people made space for us. I found it slightly disconcerting as I had never been anything more than one of the masses before.

"So are your parents actually going to be here tonight?" I asked Legolas, anxiety eating away at my insides already.

"Of course," he stated with a snort. "Why would they not be?"

"No reason," I said quickly. Too quickly apparently because Legolas' eyes narrowed.

"They were not mentioned," Legolas asked, though it was really more of a statement.

"Yeah...no," I replied, with an apologetic glance. He huffed in protest and I could hear him mumbling about rude authors and how the House of Oropher did not deserve such a slight. I squeezed his arm in solidarity while trying to hide my smile. When we reached the huge courtyard in front of the throne room, we found two familiar faces waiting for us. With a happy cry I launched myself at Glorfindel. Laughing, he twirled me around. When he set me down, I turned to a beaming Eruanna who folded me into a gentle embrace.

Legolas and Glorfindel shook hands. "Should you not be restraining Lord Elrond?" Legolas teased.

"It was Erestor's turn," he returned, before turning to the rest of our group.

"Seriously, why aren't you guys inside? Not that it's not great to see you," I asked once everyone had been properly introduced and/or re-introduced.

"We were waiting for you actually," Eruanna explained and I felt the surprise register on my face. "You will be entering and sitting with the Imladrin contingent, as will Almira, the Hobbits and Gimli."

"And Legolas?" I asked, and was greeted with suspicious silence while Eruanna and Glorfindel exchanged sheepish glances.

"I was afraid of this," Legolas muttered.

"Explain now," I commanded.

"Tradition is asserting itself and our freedom is about to be severely limited due to propriety," Legolas stated wearily.

"How so?" I pushed.

"Since you are betrothed-"

"Yeah!" Eruanna interrupted her husband, doing a little mini-cheer.

"-certain rituals must be observed," Glorfindel finished without missing a beat. "You will be formally introduced to one another's family, there will be a feast, the usual."

"Hold the phone, I have no family here," I stated, trying not to twinge at that fact and failing. Legolas squeezed my hand. I started slightly. I had not realized we were still connected. It was second nature now.

"Well, not blood relations, no. But you will be formally adopted into our household, should you wish it," Glorfindel said nonchalantly. "After all, having a title will make your marriage to a prince a little easier to facilitate. Plus, we like you." He smirked. My jaw went slack as my mind went blank.

"Now probably was not the best time to have this discussion," Eruanna said dryly.

"I have no idea how to process this," I said.

"All will be well," Legolas murmured, pressing a soft kiss to my temple. "We have made it this far. Besides, such formality was inevitable."

"Maybe," I grumbled, "but I do not have to like it."

"Of course not. This is you we are talking about," Almira said coming up on my other side.

"So what now?" I asked.

"You and the others come with us while Legolas finds his family. Not that that will be particularly difficult as they will be the ones standing stoically in silence looking extremely uncomfortable," Glorfindel said, grinning cheekily.

"Because the Gondolindrim were so much better with outsiders," Legolas retorted and Glorfindel actually laughed, clapping him on the shoulder.

"Fair enough," he said. "I believe your escort is here." Glorfindel finished pointing at someone behind us. An ellon was walking quickly our way. A wide smile broke out across Legolas' face. He pressed a quick kiss at the corner of my mouth. "I will see you after this," he whispered in my ear. He pulled back and looked into my eyes expectantly. I nodded in understanding and he turned away excitedly. Meeting his friend halfway, they clasped hands then shared one of those manly hugs. I saw a look of surprise cross the strange ellon's face before he cast a speculative look at Legolas' hand. Their gaze found me. While Legolas' gaze softened, his companion's eyes widened. I fidgeted. The word "doomed" rang out in my mind.

"It could be worse," Almira murmured softly to me. "You could be the red-headed stepchild ... like me," I snorted and tried to cover my laugh, but eventually gave up.

"Elves, so unpredictable. Not sturdy like we dwarves," Gimli said as he sidled up to me and extended his arm.

"Why thank you, good sir. I would be lost without you," I replied melodramatically, lacing my arm with his.

Happiness bubbled within me as we began heading towards the throne room. I locked gazes with Legolas. What were a few formal hoops to hop through if it helped me ensure a union with him forever? As we passed him and his friend, I felt his eyes following me. Turning to look over my shoulder, I cast him a coquettish smile and received a wolfish one in response. Smirking, I looked down and winked at Gimli who let out a bark of laughter. "It is certainly going to be an interesting betrothal," he mused.

"Would it be cool if I hide out in your caves if things get ugly? I am pretty sure that is the last place his family would look for me."

Gimli chuckled. "Truer words have never been spoken."

We followed Glorfindel and Eruanna until we reached the elves of Imladris. Apparently there was going to be a whole formal procession thing, symbolizing the merging of the two races and other meaningful stuff. Honestly, I was more interested in trying to spy on Legolas' family without being too conspicuous.

"That is not him," Gimli said for the fifth time.

"Damn it!" I cried. "Why are all elves blond?"

"What does that make me?" Elrohir asked bemused.

"Trouble," I replied succinctly and caused Sunniva to laugh. I had squealed in a rather undignified manner when I realized she had tagged along. Maerwen, Bellon and the whole gang were apparently here somewhere too, and I was touched that Glorfindel had incorporated them into the escort.

"Fair enough," Elladan stated. He was actually going to be my escort into the whole shindig. I was more than happy to have Gimli do it, but then Glorfindel pointed out it might be better if I did not walk in on the arm of the son of Glóin, who was partially responsible for the frosty relationship between the elves of Mirkwood and Durin's folk. I had to give him that one. I felt someone's gaze and knew it was Legolas. Craning my head around, I finally locked eyes with him. He winked and I smiled widely. It was weird being separated from him. I had been with him for months now and was still uncomfortable whenever we were forced apart for an indefinite amount of time. Pathetic maybe, but true. He was facing me and perusing my form in a manner that I found pleasantly distracting. Suddenly, a golden head popped out from behind his shoulder. The young elleth was a mirror image of Legolas which led me to conclude she was his sister. I saw her raise an eyebrow and whisper something to Legolas. She was smiling so I didn't start panicking...yet.

"Great, absolutely gorgeous," I muttered. "I'm doomed, totally doomed."

"You're nothing to sneeze at you know," Eruanna said dryly.

"What does that even mean?" Glorfindel asked.

"Just go with it," Almira, Eruanna and I said in unison.

"Is this ever going to start?" Almira whined.

"Weddings never start on time," Eruanna stated.

"Another one of those things that crosses the boundaries of time and space. Although I would have preferred indoor plumbing made it," I mused.

I looked back at Legolas and noticed that several more people were looking my way. "Blast," I muttered. "Hide me." Elladan took a large and obvious step in front of me before turning his back towards Legolas, smirking the whole time.

"Subtle," I said sarcastically.

"I live to serve," he replied with a mock bow.

Before I could come up with something suitably snarky, trumpets sounded. "A little cliché, but impressive." Elladan pinched me. "Ouch! What was that for?"

Glorfindel shout us both a look, then mouthed "Behave."

"I will if he does," I grumbled as we started walking. Elladan stuck out his tongue and I stepped on his foot. He shot me a dark glare. "Oops," I whispered. He rolled his eyes, but I could see a grin tugging at the corner of his lips. When we had made it into the throne room, Aragorn came forward towards our party at the same time Elrond and Arwen separated themselves out. Arwen moved the standard, thus fully revealing herself to Aragon. The look on his face was priceless, and I could feel the amusement radiating off the elves around me. He was absolutely god-smacked, which was understandable considering his wife-to-be was only, like, the most beautiful elleth alive.

The ceremony was gorgeous and quite poignant, especially if you knew how much the two of them had been through. Eruanna was practically sobbing her eyes out, as were most people. The love between Aragorn and Arwen was palpable. I sniffled loudly when they were pronounced husband and wife. Cursing myself for forgetting a handkerchief, I dabbed ineffectively at my eyes with the back of my hand. Suddenly, a white object appeared about two inches from my nose. Reeling back, I realized Elladan was offering me a handkerchief. I took it from him and wiped the tears from my cheeks. Turning back to him, I could see his eyes glistening. He smiled a bittersweet smile and I laid my hand over his. Elladan turned his hand, locking his fingers with mine and squeezed for all he was worth. I squeezed back in what I hoped was a reassuring manner. He released a pent-up breath and gave me a weak smile before turning his attention back to the couple on the raised dais. Gandalf was the one officiating the marriage ceremony, and he crowned Arwen as well. That is, once the two of them stopped sucking face long enough for him to get a word in edgewise.

"Long live the King! Long live the Queen!" Gandalf cried, which was immediately repeated by everyone, accompanied by deafening applause and cheering. Aragorn and Arwen processed out of the throne room and everyone began filing out into the courtyard and prepared to head to the Banquet Hall, where formal introductions would be made and guests would be received by the King and Queen.

As we were waiting in the hallway, Legolas appeared at my side out of the blue. "Hello," I said.

"Do not even think about it," Glorfindel stated and Legolas rolled his eyes.

"Think about what?" I asked.

"I am not going to try and escort her in. Believe it or not I do know better."

"Why can't he?" I pushed.

"Because you have not been formally introduced to his family, nor has your betrothal been formally announced," Glorfindel explained.

I rubbed my forehead. "There is so much I do not understand. Nothing is this complicated where I come from," I muttered dejectedly.

Legolas discretely placed a comforting hand on my shoulder and I looked at him askance. Usually he would embrace me. "Propriety," he murmured regretfully.

"This is going to kill me. I make it through the whole damn war, and now this."

"It will get easier," Eruanna stated in sympathy. "Eventually it will be second nature."

"You realize that is almost as unnerving, right?" She smiled wanly and I shook myself. "Alright, alright, snap out of it. I got this."

"That's the spirit!" Almira cried, slapping me on the back.

"I think I am about to be missed," Legolas announced, glancing down the line that had formed. "Save me a dance?" He asked wistfully.

"There better not be just one, or there is going to be hell to pay," I threatened, glaring at Glorfindel, who simply smiled that "can't touch this smile" that was as endearing as it was maddening.

"Atta girl," Eruanna said.

Legolas squeezed my shoulder before turning away. As he did, his hand trailed gently down my back. What a tease.

Turns out I had to enter the room all by my onesies. "Fabulous," I muttered as I watched Glorfindel and Eruanna glide into the Banquet Hall. Lucky for me there weren't that many people ahead of us in line, so there were a relatively small amount of people inside. Most of whom I had met. I approached Aragorn and Arwen with a wide smile. They were radiant and it was contagious. I curtseyed deeply, almost to the point of being cheeky.

"Rise," Aragorn commanded softly, and I could hear the laughter in his voice.

"I wish you both all the happiness this world has to offer," I said sincerely once I was standing straight.

Arwen extended her hands to me and I took them. I saw her eyes widen, then she was hugging me. Surprised it took me a second to realize she had felt my ring, put two and two together and was reacting.

"Finally!" she cried when she pulled back, causing Aragorn and I to laugh.

"Apparently the whole thing must be rather hush-hush, so I am afraid you will have to keep your gushing to a minimum."

"Like we have never had to do that before," Arwen replied dryly, looking pointedly at Aragorn, who fidgeted guiltily.

I chuckled. "I think I have taken up enough of your time. If I don't skedaddle you will not get to enjoy your own feast."

"Is it a long line?" Aragorn asked, mostly in denial.

"Enormous."

"Wonderful."

"Ta!" I cried cheerfully before dashing away towards Glorfindel and Eruanna. Upon arriving, I was promptly handed a glass of some sort of fruit juice by Glorfindel.

"What is this strange nectar of the gods?" I inquired, thrilled after just one sip.

"Not a clue," he replied. "Some local fruit. Really tasty though."

I snorted in agreement, and our talk turned to what I had been up to the past month or so. We did not talk about the War. Tonight was a night for joy, so I regaled them with stories of my encounters with the Dragon Lady and my slow battle to make Pála loosen up.

Eventually, Aragorn and Arwen took their place at a small table at the front of the room. I was seated at a nearby table with all the usual suspects: Glorfindel, Eruanna, Erestor, Almira, the twins, Gimli and the Hobbits. We had finally gotten to meet Erestor's wife, who was ever so predictably blonde and gorgeous. And apparently a total bookworm like her husband. Legolas was a ways down the table from me and I tried not to look at him too often.

"We get it, you love each other, would you please stop mooning over him," Eruanna pleaded exasperated. Apparently I failed.

I turned beet red as everyone laughed. "Okay, in my defense we have been together constantly for months. It's freaky being apart. Besides, I just got engaged and managed not to die. I think I am entitled to be a bit moonstruck."

"I feel you," Almira said, casting a wistful glance where the Lothlórien contingent was seated.

"What's this then?" Elladan asked, craning his neck to look down the length of the table. Almira quickly dropped her gaze to her plate, flushing all the way to the tips of her ears.

"Our resident Sue might have a very good reason to move to Lothlórien," I stated in a confidential tone.

"And does this reason have a name?" Erestor asked.

"Indeed. It begins in R and ends in -úmil," I replied dryly.

"Hush, you are going to jinx this," Almira entreated desperately.

"What is a jinx?" asked Elrohir.

"It is basically bad luck. People believe if you talk about a good thing like it is going to happen then it probably won't," I stated.

"Do you believe in such things?" Erestor asked.

"I certainly didn't, nor did I believe in Fate and Destiny. Then I came here," I said pointedly.

"It does tend to make one reevaluate," Eruanna added.

Almira and I nodded in agreement. About two hundred courses later it was time for dancing and general merrymaking. "Although how they expect us to dance after a meal that size I have no clue," I remarked to Almira as we made our way slowly into a ballroom the size of a football field. "I am stuffed to the gills."

"Tell me about it," Almira replied. Turns out, there was some entertainment to be had before any dancing. Several minstrels performed, as did a few jugglers and other entertainers.

"I feel like I am at Medieval Times," I murmured to Almira, as a band began setting up for the dancing. "You think we could finagle some jousting?"

She snorted and quickly turned it into a cough. We were aiming for elegance at this affair, although there were already a fair few humans well on their way to being quite wasted.

Aragorn and Arwen led the dancing. Pretty soon other couples made their way onto the floor. I smiled as Elladan came up and bowed low. "Dear lady, would you honor me with this dance?"

"Good sir, it is my honor to dance with you," I replied with a deep curtsy.

"So do you miss the battlefield yet?" Elladan asked as he turned me into a waltz.

"Yet? I am practically climbing the walls. I am a bit out of my depth, in case you haven't noticed," I replied dryly.

"You are doing remarkably well...truly you are," he added at my suspicious glance.

"Thanks, I appreciate that." With the next turn I noticed Legolas dancing with a particularly attractive elleth, which was saying a lot. "Who is that?" I asked Elladan archly.

"Who...ah. That would be Heryniel."

"Friend of yours?"

"Not in so many words."

"I see." I shifted my grip on Elladan and caught sight of my ring. My ire cooled somewhat. I was never going to like the females that fawned over Legolas, but I loved him. And he had chosen me. And I could rub that in their faces.

My sudden smile caught Elladan off-guard. "What are you planning?" he asked suspiciously.

"Nothing," I replied. He arched an eyebrow. "I'm serious." I waggled the fingers of my right hand and the light caught my ring. "Do I need to worry?"

"Finally. It took you forever to comprehend that."

"So we understand one another, this does not mean I believe I deserve him," I paused to frown as Elladan rolled his eyes, "it just means I am not convinced anyone else does either." Elladan laughed loudly and dipped me. I gave him a quick squeeze once upright before he led me off the floor.

We grabbed another goblet of that fruit nectar and took up a place on the sidelines. I saw Legolas dancing with another gorgeous blonde and stifled a sigh. "Like moths to a flame," I muttered.

"You've a few admirers yourself," Eruanna stated as she joined us, nodding surreptitiously to a group of young men.

"No way," I said, trying not to look in that direction.

"It's a killer dress," she returned.

"Which is kind of ironic since Legolas got it for me."

"Did he really? He has good taste," Malthenwen said as she approached us. I quickly handed my goblet to Elladan and embraced her.

"Gosh, all my favorite people are here. It's like Christmas in July!" I exclaimed. "That being said, where's Haldir?" I asked.

"Dancing with Almira," she said and pointed through the crowd onto the dance floor.

"That explains the frozen look of terror," I stated.

"He actually really likes her," Malthenwen said.

"Really?" I queried.

"Mostly because she actually seems to care about Rúmil, but also because she had him running scared for awhile and that amused him to no end," Malthenwen explained. A few moments later the dance ended and the subjects of our conversation joined our widening circle. Haldir took my hand, bowing before me slightly. "Majesty," he murmured.

"Not quite," I responded dryly.

"Just getting in the habit," he replied smoothly. "Congratulations," he added sincerely and I could not help the radiant smile that broke out on my face.

"Thanks," I replied about two octaves above my normal range, catching sight of a friend approaching.

"Milady," Tirithedain opened with a bow. "Honor me with the next dance?"

"With pleasure," I replied placing my hand in his. He led me onto the dance floor and into a rather fast-paced dance. I could barely keep up. Eventually he gave up trying to whisper instructions to me and I tried my best to wing it. With a final spin, our dance ended. Laughing, I curtseyed while he bowed, the usual song and dance. Then he took my hands and said sincerely, "I am glad you have returned to us alive and well."

"Thank you. I am glad to be back." We shared a smile before turning to exit the dance floor when our progress was impeded by a tall man with bright blue eyes and dark, wavy hair.

"May I cut in?" he asked.

"Of course, milord," Tirithedain stated casting me a reassuring glance before laying my hand in the stranger's.

The stranger led me confidently onto the floor and effortlessly in a waltz. "May I enquire as to your name, sir?"

"Of course, forgive me. Your beauty rendered me momentarily speechless." I blushed at the compliment. Who was this guy? "To most, I am Nestor. But a special few know me by my true name. Much the same can be said of you...Kate."

I stumbled slightly and he righted me smoothly. "You're the Gary Stu?" He arched one perfect eyebrow. I flushed. "I mean, it's nice to meet you."

"Smooth," he teased. "My name is Jason. I am from New Jersey originally. And I am a reformed Gary Stu," he stated, then added with a wink, "mostly."

"Oh good, Nimmir is quite enough."

"Isn't she just? I cringe every time I see her. It is a rather unpleasant reminder of my temporary insanity."

"How do you cope with being so old?" I blurted. It must have been a long time since he had dealt with being a Gary Stu.

"I am going to pretend you aren't looking at me like I am some sort of alien and try not to get offended about being considered ancient," Jason stated dryly.

"Sorry, it's just my choice is coming and being immortal is kind of a mindfuck, pardon my French," I admitted quietly.

He laughed heartily. He had a nice laugh, I thought absently, and a nice smile. Heck, he was gorgeous. Debonair, too. It all fit the profile. "It is certainly that," Jason finally replied, still smiling widely. "It has been too long since I have heard a true American accent and phrasing." At my stricken look, he continued gently, "Yes, you will lose some of your mannerisms, your accent will fade, you will adopt their habits. In short, you will adapt. But," he spun me so I caught sight of Legolas and a soft smile lit my face, "it is worth it. You'll just have to trust me on that. Besides, you cannot say you really looked forward to looking like the Cryptkeeper."

I shook my head ruefully. "No I definitely cannot." The waltz came to an end. Another bow, another curtsey. This was getting really old, I thought to myself. Of course, at that moment another stranger approached me.

"Am I allowed to dance with him?" I hurriedly whispered to Jason.

"Yes. You are not married. Not yet anyway."

"Do you know him?"

"Not one bit. I am parched. Good luck!"

"Jerk," I muttered at his swiftly retreating back. I was really thirsty too. It was rather warm in the ballroom, what with it being summer, the large crowd, and candles.

"Milady, may I have the next dance?"

"You may," I said simply. I seriously considered making a break for it, but did not want to be rude. I had never been very good at saying no.

The strange man spun me into his arms, a bit too close for comfort in my opinion. I was trying to think of a way to subtly put some more distance between us when he began talking. I could only focus on so many things at one time, and keeping up with the steps was taking up a good chunk of my concentration. Throw in conversation and I had to put up with his tight grip or trip and end up flat on my face.

"I am Corentin, milady. A nobleman and advisor to the King."

"I am pleased to make your acquaintance. My name is Rodwen." Score, I managed to remember not to tell him my real name.

"So I have heard. Rumors of your beauty and grace abound." I murmured noncommittally. Fat chance, I thought to myself. At least the grace part. I really had no idea what people thought about my looks and did not particularly care. Unfortunately, flattery was the name of the game and what was prized in a woman was her looks. This annoyed me to no end, especially since I had only participated in the little war we just had. But did I ever hear about my heroism? Nope. But I had a nice face.

Throughout most of the dance, Corentin prattled on about his prominent position, his wealth, etc. "My stables are quite large, filled with many fine horses. Do you ride?"

"A little," I responded shortly. Please don't...

"Perhaps you would care to visit them?" Of course. My mind went into panic mode. What the hell should I say? Could I tell him to just get lost?

"Not really," I said. At his shocked look I backpedaled a bit. "I am afraid, my lord, that my social schedule is quite full at the moment. I can make no definitive engagement at present," I amended coolly. That sounded good. All that Jane Austen paid off apparently.

"I am deeply disappointed. I think I would enjoy watching you ride." I am pretty sure I was unable to keep the disbelief off my face. Did he just say that? I had a hard time reconciling the supposed propriety of this day and age with that comment. And I really tried. But that had to be a double entendre. No way they did not have those here. He pulled me even closer as the music came to a close and I felt a hard stare from over my shoulder. "In fact, I am sure I would." Oh, gross.

"I would not," I replied hotly, managing to break free. I noticed his gaze was at a point beyond my shoulder.

"Do you have a suitor?" he inquired.

"I have a betrothed," I stated stiffly.

"Pity," Corentin replied with a sniff.

"Hardly," I shot back without really thinking. Corentin looked down at me almost admiringly. It would seem most women did not insult him. At least not to his face. At that moment, a lively jig started up.

"I would enjoy another dance. Shall we?" He extended his hand with a smirk, knowing it would be quite rude to refuse and would draw unwanted attention.

"I am afraid that my lady already promised me this dance," Legolas interjected from behind me in a deceptively smooth voice. I gave an inward sigh of relief. Ten points to my elven stud muffin for timing.

"Indeed?" Corentin replied, still looking at me. He apparently had a death wish as he gave a mocking bow, and said with a leer, "Hopefully I will see more of you milady." The suggestion was not lost on Legolas or I. Legolas made a soft, growling noise and I shivered.

"Who was that?" he demanded of me as he led me out onto the dance floor.

I ran my hand lightly along his taut jaw when he pulled me into his arms. "His name is Corentin and he is a sleaze bag. He made a rather inappropriate advance which I soundly rebuffed."

"He did not seem overly discouraged," Legolas remarked skeptically.

I raised an eyebrow at his doubt but reined in my temper. Seeing things from Legolas' point of view, the interaction must have looked sketchy at best. "Sadly no, it seems he misinterpreted my obvious disdain for coyness."

Legolas looked taken aback for a moment then a grin lit his face. "Is that so?"

"Of course, I am a taken woman after all," I replied matter-of-factly.

"Indeed." He paused, a rueful expression gracing his face. "I know I can tend to be over-protective," he began uneasily by way of apology.

I snorted. "To say the least." He sighed and opened his mouth, but I continued quickly, "I love your over-protectiveness. It makes me feel secure and cherished, and while it can be taxing, I know you do so out of love for me and slight insecurity. Although how you can think I would ever toss you over I will never know. I mean you have seen yourself, haven't you?"

His smile was so luminous, I felt my breath catch. He pulled me close as the dance ended and whispered, "I love you," before leading me off the dance floor.

"Would it be horridly inappropriate if we stepped outside for a moment? It's really stuffy in here," I whined fanning myself.

"Would you care for a refreshment as well?"

"Yes," I practically gasped out in relief. "You read my mind." Legolas flashed me a quick grin before procuring two goblets of wine and heading outside. There were a fair few people out on the terrace, most of which studied us speculatively. Conversation lulled for a moment before it started up again even louder.

"Humans," muttered Legolas in Elvish, as he led me to a more secluded spot under a large, old tree.

"Just like an elf to gravitate to what little nature there is available," I teased, causing a smile to break out on his face. I drank in the sight of him in the moonlight, wearing the smile I knew he reserved for me. "God, I wish I could get you alone, like really alone," I murmured. Legolas choked on his wine. I blushed. I really needed to be more careful about speaking without thinking.

"Sorry, that was probably out of line. I just-" Legolas stopped me with a wave of his hand.

"Do not apologize," he reprimanded me softly. "I feel the same," he admitted with a look that had warmth flooding through my body that had absolutely nothing to do with the summer weather.

"This is torture," I groused, extremely put out.

"Agreed. But you should enjoy such balls. You are too young to be as disgruntled as I am," Legolas admonished lightly.

"I would I if I did not have to be parted from you. These women are trying to find a husband, thus the appeal of getting to dance the night away with different partners. I already found you," I explained.

"Tomorrow will be better. It will be a more intimate affair." I am sure Legolas meant for this to be reassuring, but I found it the exact opposite.

"There's another one?" I cried in dismay.

"Aragorn is the king. The celebration of his coronation and marriage will last for five days," Legolas said gently.

"Five days? What am I going to wear?" I took a long pull of wine. I wasn't going to make it that long.

"I have taken care of that," Legolas confessed almost sheepishly.

"Really?" I asked surprised.

He nodded with a bit of a shrug. "I assumed you probably did not realize what such festivities entailed."

"Thank you," I said sincerely. "Although you could have warned me I was in this for the long haul," I added. "So what's on the agenda for tomorrow?"

"In the morning there will be a large, formal breakfast. Although I highly doubt Aragorn and Arwen will be there," he said an impish smile. Lucky, I thought with more than a touch of envy.

"Then what?"

"Games, outings, that sort of thing. Then a formal lunch. More games, outings, tours of the city. Then dinner..." he trailed off as the pattern was obvious.

"How much will I be able to see you?" I asked.

"Actually, I was hoping you would join my family for the noon meal," Legolas asserted lightly and I could tell he was observing me carefully for my reaction.

"Okay," I said, voice slightly too high trying not to let on that I had begun freaking out inside.

"You are panicking, are you not?" Legolas asked.

"Nope." He raised one eyebrow. "A little." The other brow lifted. "A lot."

"That is what I thought," Legolas said with a sigh. "You need not worry so. They are looking forward to meeting you. They cannot believe I have finally found someone. That you have managed to break me of my bachelor habits is enough to endear you to them forever."

"But I'm a peasant," I reminded him.

Legolas snorted. "And I am a dwarf," he said flatly.

I rolled my eyes. "I do not deserve you," I said softly, hoping it might sink in and terrified it finally would.

"Stop saying that," Legolas commanded, the ferocity of his tone briefly stunning me. He sighed then moved in close to run one hand gently down the side of my face. "Nobility is not simply determined by birth."

"It certainly helps," I grumbled before I could stop myself.

Legolas gave me a stern yet tender look. "Perhaps, but your actions since becoming part of this world attest to the strength and purity of your character. You have earned the respect and admiration of some of the most esteemed members of the elven community. They speak very highly of you. My parents and my people have noticed. They are fair-minded and they will come to love you. But you must give them the chance."

Properly chastised, and a tad astonished to be told this sort of thing at all, I nodded slowly. "I can do that."

"Thank you," Legolas said sincerely. "Besides, if anything, they think I do not deserve you. You are much too young and pretty for a grumpy, old elf like me," Legolas informed me lightly.

I laughed, taking the arm he offered to me. Though I was loathe to go back inside and relinquish Legolas, a little relative alone time with him had worked wonders for my mood. "Please, imagine what my parents would say? They would not have been thrilled had I been dating someone ten years my senior, much less over three thousand. Although, otherwise they would not have cause to object," I said, still wearing a wide smile despite discussing my family. The thought of breaking such news to my family was just too amusing.

"Just the fact that I am older than dirt?" Legolas quipped.

"Quite right," I replied. We re-entered the ballroom laughing.

Rúmil approached us a moment later, a beaming Almira at his side. "Good evening to you both," Rúmil stated.

"Good evening to the both of you as well," replied Legolas.

"May I suggest we switch partners for the next dance?" Rúmil asked with a soft smile at Almira who failed to hide a disappointed sigh.

"I am not that bad a dancer," Legolas mock admonished.

"Ancient, yes; bad dancer, no," I teased.

"Impertinent minx," Legolas chided. "You can have her," he said to Rúmil.

"Ouch! Très harsh, love," I complained.

"One American is quite enough, thank you," Rúmil returned pertly.

"What did I do to deserve that?" Almira cried.

"Let's not go there," I said dryly.

"Touché," Almira said. "But remember, I am reformed." There was a pause, and then we all descended into laughter. Suddenly, lively strains of music could be heard.

"I believe we must part, my dear," Legolas said. Grasping my hand lightly in his, be bowed low and pressed a lingering kiss to my knuckles. I curtseyed deeply in return.

"Cheeky," he murmured, before turning and extending his hand to Almira.

"Shall we?" Rúmil asked. I laid my hand in his. The dance was fast-paced and I was abominable at it. Breathless moments later, we were granted a respite, transitioning into a stately waltz.

"I am going to have to try and learn more dances before I attend anymore weddings. Especially my own!"

"Congratulations, by the way," Rúmil said.

"Thank you."

"Will you wait the requisite year? I know your traditions differ from ours."

"We will." I did not want to reveal my travel plans in case Almira had not told him of her intent to do so yet.

"You will travel between the realms will you not?"

"Yes," I admitted with relief, glad I did not have to change the subject. "I will be glad to return to Lothlórien again. It is a beautiful realm."

"I will not gainsay you." There was a pause as I could tell he desired to ask a question but wasn't sure if he should. He made up his mind a moment later. "Does Almira feel thusly?"

I smiled and said in a conspiratorial tone, "I do not think she would mind if we spent the entire year in Lothlórien. I think you can guess why."

He flushed ever so slightly. "I just might, yes." He cast a speculative look at Almira, laughing nearby with Legolas.

When we finished our dance, Haldir was waiting for me. "My feet are going to fall off," I grumbled as he whisked me around the ballroom.

"I highly doubt that," he said. "Although, I agree with the sentiment. I find these affairs dreadfully boring. But Malthenwen says I have to attend. Hundreds of years of marriage and I still have not managed to convince her otherwise."

"She's a stickler for propriety, huh? Doctor-type, it figures."

Glorfindel was next. "Do not think I did not notice your absence earlier," he stated with a stern look.

"Was that bad?" I asked anxiously.

"Not at all," he grinned mischievously at my surprise. "I just thought you would have snuck off much sooner. Eruanna and I did." He waggled his eyebrows and I chuckled.

"Jerkface," I murmured affectionately.

About two thousand dances later, everyone noticed the couple had peaced out. Given their King was a Ranger and their Queen an elf, it was no big surprise they managed to get away without having to deal with the usual jeering.

"Finally," I cried. "To bed!" I was reclining on a chaise, nursing my tired feet. "Where are you staying?" I asked Glorfindel and Eruanna who were sitting nearby.

"We have to go all the way back outside the city," Eruanna explained with a groan.

"No way! This place is huge," I said.

"Yes, but there are a ton of elves. They decided to be courteous and stay outside the city so the human guests could use the guest quarters. There are a fair few of them too. Besides, the real reason is all this stone makes the elves jumpy. Not enough nature." Eruanna shot a faintly annoyed glance at her husband, who simply rolled his eyes.

"You have to admit that our tent is spacious and comfortable, as luxurious as any stone box could be," Glorfindel reasoned.

"Except the stone box is not miles away," Eruanna countered dryly.

"She's got you there," I said, standing as people began clearing out.

"You are welcome to stay with us," Glorfindel said.

"Thanks, but no thanks. I am quite partial to my stone box." I hugged them both goodbye before looking for Almira. She was nowhere to be found. And taking a second look around, I realized neither was a certain warden. Smirking, I strode out of the ballroom and took one of the lesser known routes back to the house where the Fellowship was lodged. I frowned slightly upon entering the house, realizing that Legolas was probably going to be staying outside the city too.

"Blast," I muttered, upon entering the room. I kicked off my shoes and passed into my bedroom. I stifled a gasp as two arms came around me from behind. The smell of forest and leather reached my nose. "Legolas," I breathed in surprise.

"Surely you did not think I would leave without saying goodnight?" he asked, a slight pout to his voice.

"Admittedly I did not expect this," I replied. One hand moved to brush the hair away from my neck and I shivered as gentle lips were pressed to the nape of my neck.

I turned to claim his lips hungrily. We broke apart a few moments later for air. I sighed appreciatively when he kept me pressed tightly to him. "How did you manage this?" I asked softly.

"I mentioned I needed to collect a few personal items from my chambers here. Although, I suspect my parents knew what I was really about and simply took pity on us."

"God bless them," I murmured before sliding my arms up Legolas' chest to wind them around his neck and draw him close again. I paused and Legolas frowned. "Is it really that improper for us to see one another?" I did not want his parents to get the wrong idea about me.

Legolas shook his head. "No, but since we did not have much of a courtship and have not formally announced our betrothal, it is a bit unconventional."

"Then I can kiss you again without feeling guilty?"

"Certainly," Legolas whispered, voice roughening.

I smiled. Just as I was to press my lips to his once again, there was a knock at my door. "Lady Kate?" a timid voice called.

I sighed deeply as Legolas pressed his forehead to mine. "We cannot catch a break," I murmured.

"So it would seem," he replied, voice barely above a whisper.

Another knock, "Lady Kate?"

"Just a moment," I called. "Until the morrow," I whispered. Legolas smiled wistfully before bestowing upon me a kiss I felt to the soles of my feet.

"Until then. Pleasant dreams," he said huskily as he brushed by me. He disappeared over the balcony.

I went to the door and let Pála in. "What are you doing here? You did not have to wait on me," I told her gently.

"'Tis alright. I was celebrating with my family in the lower circles of the city and just returned a few moments ago. I thought you might be in a similar situation."

"Well, I am mighty grateful. I would have had a hard time getting out of this dress myself."

She nodded and set to work. We were mostly silent, tired and lost in our own thoughts. Pála had a small smile on her face, the kind that someone in love usually wore. I smiled a private smile. I was unashamedly going to do some snooping tomorrow. When she had finished, I bid her a fond goodnight before crawling into my bed. The moon was near the horizon and I was exhausted. My mind reminded me that I would be meeting Legolas' family tomorrow but I shoved my worry aside. I had to trust in myself and what Legolas told me about them. Smiling at the thought of him, I slipped into sleep.