Chapter 2
10th Century
Elijah's proposal
He was walking through the village heading down to the river to meet the women and his brothers who were spending the day there. He climbed over the rocks with nimble agility and then landed with a soft thud a small way away from the three women, the redhead, Rosemarie- his brother Finn's lady, Julianna, the blonde- his brother Kol's lover and then the brunette who had captured his heart som much so that he was determined to have a hand fasting with her and make her his wife. This brunette turned to smile at him as he approached clad in the leathers of his fellow villagers. She was dressed in a long pale green dress with long sleeves and a floor length hem. It had been dyed with the local nettles which exuded a faint green colouring when crushed.
"Elijah." She said cheerfully,putting down what she had been working on and made her way over to him, picking her way across the slippy rocks of the river bank. When she reached him she threw her arms around his neck, kissing him tenderly.
He rested his hands on her waist, holding her close as he kissed her back. When they split apart, he rested his forehead against hers. "Emmalyn, my love."
"Hello." She giggled, hugging him tightly. He took her hand and began to walk down the river bank with her. She took hold of his elbow in her other hand. When they were far enough away and near some trees which offered some shelter from the elements, he pulled her with him in to the gentle cover. There he hugged her tightly to him, peppering her shoulders and neck with kisses.
She giggled and pushed his shoulders away gently. "Elijah." She said kindly but in a warning tone.
"Oh, Emmalyn. My darling love." Elijah sighed as he settled himself on a tree stump, pulling her onto his lap. She wrapped her arms around his neck, his hands around her waist clasped together on top of her stomach.
"Elijah, is something the matter?" Emmalyn asked laying her head onto his shoulder, nose in his neck and her elegant hands stroking Elijah's long tresses between dainty fingers.
"I want to ask you something before I ask your father. Emmalyn, how would you feel about spending the rest of your life with me?" Elijah asked, kissing her cheek as she sat up and stared at him.
"Yes. Yes I want to spend the rest of my life with you." She squealed and kissed him, her hands cupping his cheeks. Elijah's hands slowly crept from her waist down her thighs and to the hem of her dress. She quickly moved her hands and grabbed his to stop him. "Elijah, we must wait until we are truly each others in the hand fasting."
"Who would you want to perform it?"
"Your Papa?" She asked.
"If you'd like. Just think in a few days you'll be a Mikaelson and my wife." Elijah smiled cheekily.
"I promise that I will be your wife in every way in a few days, Elijah. I also promise that I will give you sons, who will be as strong as you." She whispered with a sultry look in her eyes as she stroked the edge of Elijah's face. He laughed, full of mirth and pleasure.
"I hope our sons are wise enough to inherit their mother's wisdom and kindness." Elijah agreed and this made Emmalyn laugh.
"I love you." She said cheerfully kissing him again.
"I love you too. Come on we best rejoin my brothers and the girls or they shall begin to wonder what we are up to." He stroked her thigh once more teasingly before he pulled himself up to his feet, taking Emmalyn with him who nodded and left the wood at a jog, Elijah's hand in her own.