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So here is chapter 10; including a love scene! The main reason for my anxiety! I believe its important for the characters and the story development, but appreciate not everyone likes to read that kind of stuff, if it annoys you please skip through. It is pretty tame and not very graphic, so I hope you guys will like the chapter as I'm pretty happy with it. But as always please review, honestly posting this chapter is giving me a nervous breakdown, so any remarks would be greatly appreciated :)

Thank you as always for the reviews, as especially Win Lockwood and the unsigned fan review, I cant explain how awesome it is to hear from you guys...it helps me be more creative and challenges to write more stuff. :D I really hope you guys like this chapter :D

On a side note, the scene in this chapter were the Silvan people sing for Ellenya and Elladan, was based on the start of a song that kind of inspired this chapter. If you want to know what I think the voices sounded like, the song is; Delirium feat Sarah McLachlan - Silence. Not the clubbed up version but the original melodic almost gothic version. It has the overtones of the Georgian chant Gloria Excelsis Deo...which inspired the voices of the woodland elves. Just FYI :)


10. When the Rage in Me Subsides

Ellenya stood in her chambers, eyes fixated on the flames dancing in the fireplace, her heart pounding in her chest. In less than an hour she would wed Elladan in a fairly quaint and quiet ceremony. Only for the purposes of witnesses to the binding agreement of matrimony was it decided that they would say their vows in front of the people of the Woodland Realm, and a small celebration feast would be provided. Nothing elaborate, for there was not the time or the resources to indulge in anything more extravagant.

Regardless of this Ellenya was suddenly very nauseous, if it was not for the fact that one of her ladies in waiting was holding her hand right now she would have crumpled to the ground. The servant elleth smoothed sweet smelling oil over Ellenya's hands and arms, the servant had insisted Ellenya have this lotion rubbed all over body, to illuminate her skin and make her appear desirable, apparently this was a customary thing to do in preparation for a wedding. However Ellenya was not about to have some strange elleth rub oils into her scarred skin, but when Ellenya had quietly refused such a request, stating it improper, the ladies in her presence fell about her in embarrassing titters. The eldest of her ladies, winked and made rude remarks to the others that the Princess would not be so prudish by the nights end.

It was at this realisation that Ellenya began to feel uneasy; she knew very well what their immature remarks were pointing at. The physical act of making an elven marriage binding had not slipped her mind, she was well aware about what was expected of her, what Elladan would expect and that was what was filling her full of dread. Ellenya could play the part of the bold, seductive elleth very well; she had become an expert at it, however those times she knew nothing would ever happen, she was just playing a game. But this time it was different, she loved Elladan and without hesitation she would freely give herself to him, she was curious she wanted to know what it would be like to love him physically the thought bringing with it great anticipation. However the greater part of Ellenya's mind was too consumed with fear to enjoy this feeling.

Her body was not as beautiful as her facial features, she could not help but feel Elladan would feel cheated out of the beautiful wife he deserved and believed he was getting. Though somewhere inside her spirit chastised her for such a thought, Elladan would love her regardless he was not a shallow elf. There was more than just the look of her skin, there was her issue with close touch, she feared that the act of sex would be too much for her, that it would dredge up memories of her attacks as an elfling. Though she was never touched in that way, things had been insinuated and had left with an illogical fear over the whole act.

So here she was moments away from the ceremony, crippled by her own fears and insecurities, so much so she could not find her voice to chasten her ladies in waiting and gain some composure over herself. She heard their laughter and naughty comments; they nudged her and tried to make her laugh or blush, but instead Ellenya just got paler. Eventually the servants finished their duties of preparing the Princess for her marriage and they quietened their loud cackling, returning to tidying her chambers leaving Ellenya to put the finishing touches to her hair and to choose a suitable gown.

Ellenya drifted to her dressing table and mirror and began methodically running a brush through her silky, straight, locks, in an attempt to calm herself. It was times like these she wished she had inherited the soft, golden, curls of her Naneth's hair, instead of her Adar's smooth, platinum, locks. For frankly she could do nothing with it apart from wear it braided or straight down her back. It would just look stupid if she tried to place flowers in her hair, plus it was not her personality to do so either; she was not exactly feminine and gentle! With a frustrated sigh she placed the brush back on the table with an aggravated thud. As she sat scowling at her reflection she heard her door open and caught sight of her Ada enter her room, dutifully she turned to give him a welcoming smile, though she was sure it came across more as a grimace.

Thranduil was dressed in his most exquisite and expensive silver robes, decorated with various gems and rich fabrics, he looked every inch the great ruler of his realm. He certainly displayed their family's entire wealth in just the one outfit, Ellenya could not help but giggle, trust her Adar to find a way to display his great power and wealth when this was supposed to be a subtle ceremony. He entered the room and with one look sent the servants scuttling out the door, leaving him with his child.

"I was wondering if you had picked anything to wear?" Thranduil began in a matter of fact tone, trying to remain calm and composed, when truly he was just as anxious and stressed about this as Ellenya.

"No actually I have not, why?" Ellenya replied, suddenly curious.

"Well I was wondering if you should like to wear this," Thranduil had in his hands folded material, which he held quite tenderly. "I can understand it may not be to your taste but I think it would suit you."

Ellenya stood and crossed the room so that she was standing opposite her Adar, she peered curiously at the fabric and then gently eased it from Thranduil's grasp. The gown tumbled freely to the ground and Ellenya gasped in awe, it was beautiful. It was a simple dress, but very intricate in its craftsmanship, the layers of tulle and its crisp white colour made it appear ethereal and otherworldly. Around the hems, the neckline and trailing sleeves were encrusted with crystals and clears gems, in wonderful patterns.

"Ada it is exquisite, where did you get this?" Ellenya beamed, her earlier worries all but forgotten as she imagined Elladan seeing her in this dress.

"It was your Naneth's, she wore it at our own wedding. I know she hoped you would wear it on your own Ellenya," Thranduil answered quietly.

"It is perfect Ada," Ellenya whispered, "of course I will wear this." Tears began to glisten at the corners of her eyes as she realised her Naneth was not here with her, as she should have been. This dress now all Ellenya had to remember her by, but it would be enough and at least in some way she could be part of the moment with her.

"Well then, hurry put it on, I want to see if it fits you," Thranduil ordered with a chuckle, but inside he felt the same sadness as his daughter. Lairiel should have been here for this day, she would have loved nothing more and it broke his heart that Ellenya was deprived of her Naneth, at the time when an elleth should have her Naneth at her side. Thranduil knew he was no replacement and he could only do his best in Lairiel's stead. Dutifully Ellenya disappeared into another room in her chambers to change, leaving her Adar to amuse himself.

The King poked about his daughter's bed chamber, absently lifting objects and straightening things. Reliving his daughter's life in his mind's eye, he remembered fondly the nights he had paced the floor with his head strong daughter, when she had refused to go to sleep. He remembered the days spent playing imaginary games, though he was useless at these and nearly always required Legolas' input. His eyes drifting to the space where Ellenya's bed had been as a child, a smaller less elaborate frame, they had all broke that bed in one very enthralling game of a battle re-enactment, a hard lesson that children's furniture does not support the weight of one overexcited elfling, her youthful brother and a stupid Adar who indulged in their pretend war. The furniture was broken that night, as well as his own back when they had all jumped ship as the bed gave way beneath their feet. Only it was not so graceful and Thranduil ended up flat on the ground with both Legolas and Ellenya piled on top of him. The King laughed outwardly at the memory, how fast time had went, to him those misadventures only seemed like yesterday.

"What are laughing at?"

Thranduil stopped his quiet chuckling and turned to face his daughter, the vision of her in Lairiel's gown stunned him into silence. Ellenya was the picture of her Naneth, so beautiful, so regal if it was not for the physical traits which were his in her features, Ellenya could have easily been mistaken as the Queen.

"You are vision Ellenya, you look just like your Nana," Thranduil just about managed to respond, his throat closing as he fought the emotion from his face.

Ellenya rolled her eyes and with a small smile added, "If only I had Nana's hair, I would feel much happier!"

"There is nothing wrong with your hair my darling, you are beautiful," Thranduil defended, he seen no flaw in his daughter.

"Yes I know I am beautiful," Ellenya replied and grinned impishly making her Adar shake his head in mock disapproval, "but I wanted to wear flowers in my hair like Nana, and I cannot because you cannot pin flowers to hair that has no curls, it looks ridiculous."

"Ellenya sit down!" Thranduil commanded, as he laughed loudly at her pained expression and gestured to her dressing table. Ellenya obliged but watched her Ada warily. "You can wear flowers in your hair."

Thranduil lifted Ellenya's silver, circlet, crown from its stand and placed it upon her head and then quickly lifted a handful of the hawthorn blooms that Ellenya had obviously wanted to wear in her hair. With skill and great ease he used the metal of her crown and the strands of her hair to twine the white flowers to her head, until it looked as though they were part of her head dress. Ellenya touched the flowers and marveled at the skill. For once the elleth in the mirror looked like a Princess, tranquil and endearing, not coarse and distant.

"It is maybe not what you had in mind, but it is the best I can do, if your Nana were here she would have done better I am sure" Thranduil responded with a sad smile and tugged a strand of her locks.

"It is perfect Ada!" Ellenya exclaimed and jumped up from her seat to envelope her Adar in an affectionate embrace. "I may not have Nana, but I have you and that is what counts!" Ellenya whispered and kissed her Ada on the cheek, truly she was a lucky elleth to have such an attentive Adar. Thranduil reluctantly ended the embrace and hastily reminded his daughter of the time, he seen a thrill of fear and nervousness take hold of Ellenya and he smiled knowingly;

"Not a fear in the world when it comes to taking on a pack of warg or racing into battle, but the idea of marrying the one you love fills you with anxiety, Yes Ellenya, I fear you are my daughter," Thranduil chuckled and took Ellenya's arm in his, allowing her to lean her weight on him.

"Yes well I generally do not have to slay warg in front of hundreds of prying eyes, all judging me at once!" Ellenya muttered and gripped her Adar's arm all the tighter.

"They will all be saying how beautiful you are and how lucky the Lord Elladan is, I would even wager there will be many broken hearts tonight," Thranduil soothed, as they strolled together through the connecting archways and tunnels. Ellenya leant her head on her Adar's shoulder and enjoyed the last few moments she had with him, in a matter of minutes she would no longer be known as King Thranduil's daughter, but as the wife of Elladan son of Elrond, Lord of Imladris, and that was a sobering thought.

The traditional and formal part of the ceremony would take place just before the exchanging of vows and the wedding feast, ideally this should have taken place long before an actual wedding, were all members of both noble houses would have been present. But that simply was not possible in this situation, and frankly Ellenya did not much care for tradition, what she did care about was the absence of her brother and she admittedly felt guilty that he could not be here to give his formal consent to Elladan becoming a member of his family. Not that he would dare disagree, Ellenya would have his head if he so much as joked about it, but nonetheless Legolas should have been present and it saddened her that he was not. It caused her great anguish to believe that he may never know of this day and of Elladan, but she pushed those thoughts to the back of her mind and focused all her energy on the task at hand.

The small room offset to the grand throne room was, were most political agreements were made, and the binding agreement of marriage was no different. Ellenya and her Adar entered the small, suddenly claustrophobic room, and there stood Arystor dressed formally in sanctified robes. As the King's advisor, Arystor also held the role of the Realm's law keeper and it was his duty and responsibility to oversee all traditions and customs were adhered to and pleasing to the Valar. To his right stood Elrohir, who had only just returned from his expedition to Dale, and looked a little travel worn, but he gave Ellenya an ecstatic smile nonetheless. To Arystor's left stood Tauriel and another elf of the guard, chosen as witnesses to the agreement no less, both appeared quite serious and somber, but Tauriel managed an encouraging smile for her Princess. The captain was here primarily as a representation of Legolas, in the absence of her dear friend and comrade she had vowed to watch over his little sister, though never in her wildest imagination had she believed she would be standing in on his behalf for Ellenya's marriage.

However Ellenya was not really bothering to look at anyone else, all her attention was automatically pulled to Elladan. She sighed with mild annoyance, he could be wearing tatters and still look exceptional, and as usual he appeared completely relaxed and composed not a hint of nerves. Mercifully he was not actually wearing tatters; someone had the good sense to dress him in fine robes of deep navy and silver, a homage to his homeland. His grey eyes shone brightly with intense pride and it was all for Ellenya, which made her blush and drop her gaze.

Arystor cleared his throat and began the technical side of the proceedings, though he smiled fondly at Ellenya, he had never seen her look so soft and demure at last she appeared like a Princess, Lairiel would have been proud;

"As our law dictates, each family must consent to the joining of these elves and to the joining of the two noble houses. So who here comes to represent the House of Elrond and give permission of Lord Elladan to be wed," Arystor spoke evenly whilst scribbling on a piece of parchment, written words that would bind all this to law.

"I, Lord Elrohir am the representation of my Father's House and bid his blessing and permission over this union; under the condition that, if the Valar allow, both families may be officially joined in a celebration in later and more peaceful times." Elrohir answered solemnly and respectful, Ellenya was in awe she did not believe Elrohir had it in him to be so noble, and she could not help the smirk that she gave him. His response was a cheeky wink, making her bite her lip to stifle a giggle; this earned a disapproving look from Arystor, who took these proceedings very seriously.

"And who here comes to represent the House of Oropher and give permission for the Princess Ellenya to be wed," Arystor continued, scratching further notes on the parchment.

"I Thranduil, the King of my own House give my blessing and my permission over this union, and freely give my daughter into the care of the House of Elrond, under the conditions that have been stipulated." Thranduil answered evenly without a hint of emotion, but Ellenya knew her Adar well and felt his grasp on her hand tighten protectively. This was hard for him and she loved him all the more for it, he truly was incredibly gracious when he wished to be.

Lord Arystor rambled off further necessary laws making references to traditions and responsibilities that go hand in hand with marriage, particularly in the instance of nobility, but it was all muffled sound to Ellenya. She understood completely what she was agreeing to, she was not some love-struck youth, but in the moment her head was swimming. Mostly because every time she lifted her gaze Elladan was smiling adoringly at her, but the more she kept dropping her gaze the more concerned his expression got. He was not used to Ellenya being so silent or so passive and it worried him, he longed to be done with this and talk plainly with Ellenya, make jokes, even dance anything to see her smile. Arystor eventually satisfied that all laws had been upheld, had the new documents signed by all present and logged for storage in the Realm's archives.

"The agreement is henceforth binding and irrevocable, the union between your two houses is sealed and the betrothed have the right to be wed with the blessings of the Valar in their favour," Arystor stated solemnly, but in something out of character for the surly elf lord, he smiled warmly for the couple and ended with; "Now shall we proceed to the actual vows and have ourselves a wonderful feast this evening?"

Relieved laughter filled the small room and everyone nodded enthusiastically in agreement. Except for the King himself who held his hand up to silence all, and as usual all obliged immediately. Thranduil walked up to Elladan and appraised him silently for a moment, the younger elf held the King's gaze no longer intimidated by him but now respectful.

"There is one custom that Lord Arystor has not overseen," Thranduil finally spoke, which resulted in the advisor spluttering out his defences; the King merely glanced at his friend with a humoured look. "The Mother of the elleth to be married gives a gift to her future son, but as Ellenya has no maternal figure in her life, I can see why Arystor skipped that sensitive custom. However it is a tradition nonetheless and I will uphold it, though I am no replacement for my wife."

Thranduil beckoned for Tauriel to come forward, Elladan watched in surprise, yes he knew it was customary but Elladan was not expecting anything nor would he have demanded such a custom to take place, it was insensitive. The red headed captain pulled from her robe an item folded in crushed velvet and bowed graciously before the noble elf, who accepted it from her. Thranduil pulled back the corners of the fabric to reveal a decorative hunting knife, so expensive and exquisite in its craftsmanship that Elladan almost felt unworthy to hold it. On its hilt it bore a true sapphire and along its handle and blade were fine gold and silver markings.

"This is no decoration young lord; this blade has seen battle before and is still sharp. It is a remainder to you that the days are dark and time is not in our favour. I have already given the greatest possession I have to you, now I ask only that you protect her with your life," Thranduil spoke with weighted authority.

"As I always have and always will my King," Elladan answered with an equally weighted tone.

"Good!" Thranduil responded happily, "Now that, that is settled I can enjoy the rest of the evening." The King chuckled and patted the younger elf on the shoulder, he was an Adar, if he did not put the fear of death into her new husband then he had not done his job correctly.

The small party filtered out of the chambers and through the King's Halls to the Palace Gardens, which had amazingly been transformed into a glowing oasis of twinkling lights and winter flowers. The night air had a frosty bite to it and Ellenya felt herself begin to shiver, though she was not sure if it was to do with the chill or her current situation. She was overwhelmed by the beautiful scene that had been created for her and Elladan, it was quaint and hastily put together, but her people had dropped their daily duties to provide this for them. All around her excited and curious eyes watched in anticipation, she heard whispers of approval and awe and civilians dropped wildflowers at her feet as she passed them. About her she heard the many enchanting voices of the silvan people, the song they sang for the new couple was both mesmerizing and alluring. Their acceptance of her decision and their adoring praises were enough to bring the Princess a wave of new found confidence when, at last, she was called forward to make her promises to Eru and say her vows to Elladan.

The vows were stated and the promises made aloud and Elladan and Ellenya were presented to the people as husband and wife. Thranduil quickly announced the wedding feast had begun which was met with loud cheering and whistling from an excited crowd. Everyone was ushered back into the safety and warmth of the King's Halls to enjoy a simple but hearty meal and to indulge in the well-earned festivities.

Ellenya walked slowly hand in hand with her new husband, she remained quiet and subdued but smiled adoringly up at Elladan. She was content now and his calming aura worked wonders on her anxious mind. Elrohir chattered happily at their side, constantly referring to Ellenya as his little sister and cracking an alarming amount of jokes about the length of time it took for this day to happen. Thranduil was a few paces in front, looking a little lost and morose without someone at his side, mercifully Tauriel sensed her King's apparent lack of a guest to his own daughter's wedding and quickly took up residence by his side, filling the void at least. Before the new couple entered the throne room, Elladan jerked Ellenya back and gestured for everyone else to carry on, so that for a few moments the two were alone in the darkened corridor;

"Ellenya, my love, what is wrong? Why are you so quiet?" Elladan asked cautiously taking both her hands in his, his grey eyes full of concern and worry.

"Nothing is wrong," Ellenya answered too quickly and Elladan raised his eyebrows in disbelief.

"I know I can be incredibly dense when it comes to understanding you, but I know something is wrong, are you not happy?" Elladan spoke his voice saturated with worry, fearing Ellenya regretted this day and was too proud to admit it.

Ellenya picked up on Elladan's insecurity immediately and she instantly felt terrible. So with a settling breath she placed both her hands on either side of his face and locked their gazes; "I love you and I am so very happy but I am actually incredibly nervous. I do not want to let you down or Ada, or my people and honestly I am just a little overwhelmed, can you understand that?"

Elladan immediately sighed in relief and nodded in agreement, "Yes I can understand that, but you worry too much! You are not disappointing anyone, especially not me, why in all of Arda would that notion enter your head?"

"I do not know," Ellenya muttered and then shrugged, "maybe it was because of a stupid comment made by servants earlier this evening."

"What?" Elladan pulled away suddenly appearing quite annoyed, "What comment was made? I will have them chastised if they said anything out of place to you to ruin this day; does your Adar know this?"

"Elladan stop, it was harmless banter! I just took it too seriously, I am fine now I promise," Ellenya lied, she was not one bit recovered but she would convince Elladan otherwise. So she wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled herself closer to him until their noses touched; "Kiss me?" she murmured.

"Gladly," Elladan replied and pulled Ellenya flush to himself, catching her mouth with his for a long and tender kiss. However it was not long until the kiss began to build, becoming more heated and less composed. Elladan's hands started to roam freely, his lips moving away from Ellenya's and making their way down her neckline and along her collarbone. Ellenya felt her heart begin to hammer in her chest and breathing quicken, she did not want him to stop but she was terrified by the unknown.

"We have to go to the party," Ellenya murmured breathlessly and gasped when Elladan only tightened his grip on her, his hand rumpling a handful of her dress at her hip, as he claimed another kiss from her.

"Let's forget about the feast, I am not that hungry anyway," Elladan replied with a mischievous glint in his eyes and continued his assault of kisses along her neck. Ellenya laughed nervously and worked hard to push herself away from him.

"But I want to go, I want to dance with you," Ellenya tried, hoping it was enough to distract him and lure him back to the party. Her words had the desired effect and Elladan grinned happily, as she wrapped her hand around his wrist and dragged him the direction of the feast.

"Are you having fun now?" He asked hopefully as he caught up with his new wife and wrapped one arm proudly around her waist, keeping her close.

"Yes, thank you," Ellenya giggled and pecked him on the cheek.

xXx

The feast was wonderful; the Princess's hasty wedding was practically what the people of the Woodland Realm needed. There was lightness in the air and the jovial sounds of merry-making filled everyone with a renewed vigour, morale was beginning to lift. However it did not completely mask the underlying sadness and constant threat that was upon them. Many familiar faces were missing from the festivities, some were patrolling, some were too ill or wounded to attend, but many were gone, lives to suddenly stolen. This did not go unnoticed by Ellenya, but she tried to maintain a pleasant demeanour. She and Elladan dutifully spoke with their guests and answered many questions about their own love little story. They danced long into the night until eventually the crowds began to disperse and the festivities drew to a close.

Ellenya now strolled with her husband along the familiar corridors of her home, Elladan chatted easily about nothing in particular and she smiled and nodded appropriately, trying vainly to cover up her nerves. When they eventually reached her chambers, Ellenya quickly darted to her dressing room, muttering that she needed to dress for bed and remove the uncomfortable flowers from her head.

Elladan watched her whisk out of his sight and he shook his head, she was nervous it was written all over her face, he realised it when they kissed earlier in the evening. The ellon sighed quietly to himself, he would never push Ellenya in this matter and he thought by now she would trust him enough to know that. Elladan would be content just to be in her company, just to hold her in his arms and keep her safe. Frankly he was just as nervous himself about the act of consummating their marriage completely but he considered that normal, it was big step for any elven couple, once they did they would be completely connected both physically and spiritually and that required a lot of trust.

After a painfully long period of waiting, Elladan decided it was best to go retrieve Ellenya and put an end to her unnecessary worrying. So he followed the path his new wife had taken and gently pushed open the door to the smaller offset room, which was obviously her dressing space, as it was covered in all sorts of garments and not exactly in any order. He found Ellenya staring pensively into a mirror, wrapped in a long green robe, she stood clenching and unclenching her fists and one stray tear slid silently down her cheek.

"Ellenya!" Elladan gasped in shock and quickly reached for her, "This is stupid, do not cry! I know you are nervous but I am not expecting anything from you, Ellenya I am not like that I would not ask that of you until you are ready!"

Ellenya jumped at the sound of his panicked voice and she automatically jerked away from him, staring at him with confused eyes. 'How much did he really know or understand,' she thought silently and she quickly brushed the tear from her face.

"I know Elladan, but it is not about you," Ellenya cried, "It is about me, I am not going to be what you expected," and with that she pushed passed a very shocked Elladan, who instinctively followed her.

"What are you taking about?" Elladan asked and quickly hurried in front of the elleth to get her to stop for a moment and answer him. In reply Ellenya just hung her head and sobbed, unable to find the right words, the illogical tears frightening Elladan and he gently shook her shoulders. "Let me in Ellenya, I cannot understand if you do not let me in?" He pleaded urgently.

Ellenya raised her eyes to meet Elladan's and the pain in them practically broke his heart; "I am scarred Elladan, my body has long lost its beauty. There are things from my past that I cannot undo and they have changed me." Ellenya continued to whimper and wrapped her arms around herself protectively; "It is not just physical, it is spiritual as well, some things do not fade with time!"

Elladan straightened up and stepped away from Ellenya, the elleth stared at him with questioning eyes as she awaited his judgment, expecting to see disappointment in his gaze. Instead there was a deep sadness but something else played on his mind, she could see the cogs turning in his head. Casually Elladan began to remove his robes and unclasp his tunic, Ellenya felt her breath quicken and her mouth pop open in shock; "Wha-What are you doing?" she just about managed to murmur, as Elladan peeled off his tunic, leaving his chest and torso completely bare, though he stood side on to Ellenya.

"Now do not pretend to be a prude Ellenya, I know you, this does not alarm you in the slightest," he laughed gesturing to himself and then tossed his tunic at Ellenya. She blushed and continued to hold the garment to her face, peeking over it to get a better look at her handsome husband. Elladan smiled warmly and eventually turned to face Ellenya, the tiny gasp she made, caused him to chuckle. He closed the distance between them and pried his tunic from her hands so she could get a better look. Ellenya could not help herself; she outstretched her hand and let her fingers slide along Elladan's shoulder, tracing the spidery, silvery veins of a gruesome looking scar.

"We all have scars Ellenya, we are warrior's it sort of comes with the territory I guess," Elladan whispered. Ellenya's brows knitted in concern as she trailed her fingers diagonal across his chest to his side, not noticing how Elladan shivered at her touch. She rubbed the skin at his side and registered the familiar mottled and puckered texture of it, it was a burn, in a similar place and shape to her own.

"Ah yes, well that is probably the most recent, let that be a warning to never get into a fight without armour! Nasty collision with a torch and a rather determined orc, though he fared worse I can assure you," Elladan grinned, "The one on my shoulder, throwing knife, lucky shot, unfortunately the blade was poisonous and I gave my Adar many sleepless nights over it. Oh I also have a particularly ugly one on my thigh from an arrow, but I think you get my point."

"Yes I do," Ellenya whispered as she continued to rub the scarred skin at Elladan's side, "You are probably the only one that could understand." With that said Ellenya glanced up to meet Elladan's concerned gaze and gently leaned into him enveloping him in a tender embrace. With relief he wrapped his arms around her and buried his face into her hair, inhaling her flowery scent.

"The burn on your side? In what battle did you receive that?" Ellenya whispered, though a sinking feeling in her gut reminded her that she maybe already knew the answer.

"It was not any battle," Elladan murmured, his voice thick with emotion and it took him several moments before her could form his answer; "When I found Nana in that state, in the orc pits, I did not think rationally I had to reach her. I distracted them while Elrohir freed Nana, and by distract I mean I let them think they had me too, the burn is a brandishing mark."

Ellenya lifted her head to meet his gaze with an awestruck look, Elladan had freely put himself in harm's way for his Naneth. There was no mistake; Elladan was always intended for her or maybe she for him. He understood sacrifice and he understood violation on the most personal level, yet his spirit remained nearly unscathed, Ellenya was beginning to believe if she trusted him he could teach her how to break free from her memories and find the healing she secretly craved.

"I love you Ellenya, scars and fears included, it is all part of what makes you so unique and perfect, or at least perfect for me," Elladan spoke with conviction and the words seemed to soothe Ellenya, as she relaxed further in his arms. They stayed like this for some time, enjoying the sensation of being in each other's arms and the relief of understanding on another.

Something within Ellenya began to stir, a new confidence that she put down to Elladan's complete acceptance of her. So she gently unwound his arms from around her back and moved them to the ties of her robe, Elladan eyed her cautiously as she undid the knots and let the robe hang loose. Ellenya moved closer to him and guided his hand under her robe, giving him permission to touch her. She felt his breath quicken and his eyes search her own for reassurance, she simply smiled in answer and stretched up so their lips met. Elladan let one hand roam across Ellenya's belly and along the feminine curves of her waist and marvelled at the softness of her skin, his other hand wound around her neck as he deepened the kiss between them.

Ellenya felt a slow fire begin to stir in her with each stroke of Elladan's hand across her skin; she pressed herself tighter to him and laced her fingers in his dark hair. A low moan escaped her lips when Elladan's roaming hand brushed against her breast, the sound igniting a new desire in Elladan and he quickly heaved Ellenya into his arms. She hooked her legs around his waist in response, her kisses growing bolder and more demanding by the second. Elladan half carried half staggered to the bed and gently eased Ellenya onto the mattress, quickly pulling her robe off her shoulders to expose her hidden beauty. To Elladan, Ellenya was flawless and with little restraint he left a trail of hungry kisses down her neck and across her chest. Ellenya signed and whimpered his name repeatedly in encouragement, as she let her own hands explore Elladan's gloriously strong body, there was nothing disappointing or unsatisfying about him and she longed to be closer to him.

Eventually all offending articles of clothing were removed and carelessly discarded, fear and uncertainty were no longer an issue and Ellenya felt incredibly desirable and confident under Elladan's touch. Elladan traced the patterns of Ellenya's long, swirling, scar and tenderly kissed the mottled skin at her side, to him Ellenya's scars did not detract from her beauty, instead they only added to it. These scars were a testament to her ability to endure, they highlighted her strong spirit and Elladan was in awe of it. He wanted nothing more to know that amazing spirit, marvel in it and be able to draw his strength from it.

The two lovers explored each other for a long time, getting lost in one another and discovering themselves. Though as time wore on the playful and tender nature of their love making, began to move and change into something deeper as their two spirits began to connect and knit together. As they physically joined together, so did their individual fae's, combining and becoming one. It was overwhelming and empowering for them to be able to feel one another completely, to anticipate each other's wants and needs, and to finally understand and commune with each other on a spiritual level. At last they were joined and nothing in this world or the next would be able to separate them, they were complete now, one would not survive without the other.

xXx

The light of the early morning sun crept into the crevices of Ellenya's rooms, bathing everything in golden hue. It was this comforting glittering that roused the elleth, who was laid on her belly, from her peaceful rest. It took only moments for the memories of the night before to stir, and Ellenya felt a wide and satisfied smile creep across her face. Sighing contentedly she buried her face into the upper part of Elladan's arm, which she had been happily using as a pillow and when he did not stir, Ellenya propped herself up unto her elbows to observe her new husband. Elladan was completely unconscious; limbs splayed carelessly, his greys glazed and faraway from reality. Ellenya bit her lip to avoid a fit of giggles that threatened to bubble up from her chest; he was incredibly sweet and adorable looking in such a vulnerable position, on any other occasion Ellenya would have enjoyed taking advantage of his blissful state, and she did for a moment toy with the idea of some form of practical joke! However the logically and more caring side of her mind reminded her that this was the first time she had known Elladan to rest since he arrived to her home, and who only knew how long before that it had been since he slept.

Ellenya felt guilty as she observed the lilac colouring of his drooped eyelids and the gentle frown line still etched on his brow, she had been the cause of most of his worry and subsequent lack of rest. So Ellenya decided that she would not disturb him, as much as she wanted too, and would let him enjoy a few more hours of peace. However her plan to disentangle herself from him and go in search of food was abruptly put on hold. Ellenya's gentle wriggling had only served to cause Elladan to stir restlessly for a moment. She held her breath and froze when he muttered something unintelligible and rolled onto his side and in doing so enveloped Ellenya in a pleasant but strong embrace. Ellenya sighed in defeat from her new position cradled in Elladan's arms, mercifully he did not wake up and continued to look so peaceful and unperturbed, so her route of escape was foiled and she would remain like this until her husband decided to awaken! Though she could think of worse forms of imprisonment and with a sappy grin wriggled into a more comfortable position, enjoying his warmth and the fluttering feeling she still got from the touch of his skin on hers.

Ellenya spent a long time just watching the light grow brighter in her quarters and observed the dancing shadows it cast across her walls and ceiling. Absently she stretched her hand up towards the light to trace the imaginary lines it created in her mind, in doing so the sunlight shone through her newly acquired wedding band. The numerous tiny gems encased inside it glistened and shone brightly like a star, causing hundreds of twinkling lights to develop through her room. It was a mesmerizing jewel, one that she was only fully beginning to appreciate now. Last night she was too consumed with irrational fear and worry to actually notice the extravagant ring Elladan had bestowed upon her. How things had changed? All her years of pain and hurt over herself had all been unnecessary, Elladan took it all away in a few short hours, or maybe he had done so years ago but she was only noticing now.

Lost in thought and marveling at the pretty lights her ring created, Ellenya did not register Elladan stir beside her and only did so when his hand snaked up the length of her arm to capture her hand in his. His own wedding band combining with Ellenya's intensifying the glittering spectrum above their heads;

"It suits you," Elladan murmured huskily, still drowsy from sleep and pulled Ellenya's hand down to his lips.

"Good morning," Ellenya grinned her eyes lighting up at sound of Elladan's voice, as she practically assaulted him with a crushing kiss. The shock if it temporarily rendering Elladan speechless and immobile, though he was not averse to having his lively wife wrestle him to the bed. Ellenya smirked at his baffled expression, from her victorious position above him; "Good warriors are always anticipating an attack," she teased.

Elladan laughed gently and allowed Ellenya one more victorious kiss, as he stealthily hooked his leg around Ellenya's waist and in the swiftest movement had her pinned below him with her limbs restrained; "And a great warrior never underestimates their opponent," he reasoned and ducked down to his kiss Ellenya on the nose, her shocked expression soon turning to one of defiance as she squirmed uselessly to free herself.

"You tricked me, you filthy son of a-"

"Ah! Ellenya that is no way to address your husband," Elladan warned playfully, gloating ever so slightly.

"Fine!" Ellenya growled, "You win this one, but I am still leading, what is it now twenty victories to me, only fourteen to you?" Ellenya was making reference to the incredibly infantile game she and Elladan still indulged in, the games simply involved the two of them coming up with the most creative and elaborate ways to attack each other and win.

"That would be fifteen now," Elladan added but got distracted by the playful glint in Ellenya's eyes and the suggestive way in which their bodies were now twined, "though sixteen if you count the soup incident," he muttered between kisses. Ellenya laughed half in response to his statement and half to do with the ticklish kisses he was inflicting on her. Ellenya's giggles were infectious and the two indulged in several minutes of playfully tickling, however it was abruptly brought to a halt when Ellenya's gut protested in hunger.

"I did not eat anything last night, I was too nervous," Ellenya defended, when her husband gave her an amused look.

"You see," Elladan chuckled as he rolled off the bed and hunted through the many discarded garments searching for something appropriate to wear. "All that worrying for nothing and now look at you, you are half starved!"

"Hilarious Elladan," Ellenya groaned as she began to disentangle herself from the blankets.

"No, no way!" Elladan commanded and hastily pushed Ellenya back onto the bed, "You stay right there, do not even think about moving, and do not even twitch a muscle! I am not done having you all to myself just yet and if you put clothes on then we are going to have make an appearance, and talk to people, it is just not worth it."

"If I do not put clothes on then how will I eat," Ellenya reminded her slightly delirious husband.

"I am going to find you food, from somewhere," Elladan muttered as he hastily retrieved his leggings and nothing else; "Ellenya where is my tunic?" he eventually asked with a concerned expression.

"I have no notion," Ellenya giggled at Elladan's expense and stretched across her bed to retrieve his long robes from the night before.

"Wonderful," he groaned and slipped on the robes that did nothing to disguise his bare chest and torso, "Is this punishment for my walking on you half-dressed earlier in the week."

"Maybe?" Ellenya chirped and tugged Elladan down to her level, giving me a peck on the lips, "The servants leave food in the family room, Ada still makes a point of eating together at some point in the day, though he will not be there now it is too late in the morning for him."

"Well that is comforting," Elladan added sarcastically and strode for the door, whilst Ellenya tried to sneak out of bed one more time; "Not a muscle Ellenya, I mean it," came Elladan's knowing echo as he slipped out the door.

"Oh blast it all!" Ellenya huffed and slumped back on the bed, but it was just words the adoring smile she now wore and the faint flush on her cheeks were the testament to the bubble of bliss she was now absorbed in. Her spirit was light and free for the first time in her adult life, Ellenya actually felt normal and at peace with herself and who would have ever guessed? Her best friend was the key to her healing all along, if only she had of twigged on sooner times would have been different, but she would not dwell on that today.

xXx

Elladan strolled happily through the intertwined hallways, trying his best from memory to retrace his steps and hopefully lead him to the shared royal living quarters, instead of stumbling into Thranduil's study or something unfortunate like that. Knowing his history of luck, it was highly possible! However not today, today Elladan had the good sense to use his nose and easily picked up the scent of fruit and honey, his own gut beginning to grumble in anticipation of a good meal.

He rounded a corner and to his surprise he had found the living quarters and the dining table, stacked with food. With a delighted grin the ellon began rummaging through the food, deciding to take as much as he could carry and a varied selection. He was not planning on leaving Ellenya today so a stock of sustenance was required.

Mid-way through expertly positioning a number of pieces of fruit on a tray Elladan heard the scuffle of soft boots on stone floor entering the chambers and froze. The likelihood of this being Thranduil was exceptionally high and of course Elladan would have to be half dressed and a little dishevelled, it would only be his luck. He waited in silence and prayed that his presence would go unnoticed. Internally he mused over his predicament, he was completely within his rights to have intimate relations with his wife, however when his wife was the daughter of the Elven King it made him feel like the guilty party.

"Interesting sense of style young lord?" Came the impassive tone of the intruding elf.

Elladan had not expected the other elf to be so close and thus the tray he held crashed to the ground, as he spun towards the voice. In doing so the ellon caught his toe on the table and let out a tirade of curses at the inanimate object;

"Are all you woodland folk so sneaky," Elladan hissed and moaned, grabbing his foot in one hand and hopping on one leg to keep himself balanced, levelling the Captain of the Woodland guard with an irate glare.

"No, you outsider folk are just too oblivious to your surroundings," Tauriel giggled and bent down to pick up the discarded tray; "Can I assist you, my lord?" she asked with an amused grin.

"No I am fine, just give me the tray," Elladan sighed and retrieved the tray from the elleth who eyed him questioningly; "Go on Tauriel, say whatever it is you are thinking."

"Where is your tunic?" She asked with mock innocence.

"Missing in action," Elladan replied with a dead pan expression, making the elleth snort with laughter.

"Ellenya have anything to with its disappearance?" The captain continued to toy with noble elf, enjoying the flash of colour that was beginning to rise up his neck and into his face.

"Do you really want me to answer that?" Elladan spat defensively and quickly loaded the tray in his hands with a selection of food again.

"No not really, but the King will probably demand an answer, he is not inclined to having strange ellyn run around his palace half naked!" Tauriel replied with an arched eyebrow.

"He is not here is he?" Elladan asked suddenly, casting his eyes around the room in a panic, half expecting Thranduil to jump out at him.

"Relax Lord Elladan," Tauriel giggled, "He is not here, yet, you have a few minutes to make your exit and do not worry I will lie and say I seen no-one."

"Thoughtful of you," Elladan smirked in reply and began to retreat back in the direction of the chambers he now shared with Ellenya.

"You are most welcome, and please give Ellenya my love, though I am sure she does not need it!" Tauriel called after the ellon and stifled more laughter, as he waved a hand dismissively at her, ignoring her comment. The captain had to admit it was nice to have such love among the King's Halls once again.

xXx

When Elladan had successfully found his way back to the room, after a few wrong turns, he found his wife absorbed in a sheet of parchment before her. The sight caused Elladan to smile fondly and he quietly entered the room, taking a few minutes to observe Ellenya with a deep sense of pride and longing. The elleth had found his tunic and was now wearing it, though It drowned her and slide off her shoulders. She had loosely braided her hair back from her face and sat with one leg swung off the bed, her toes tracing imaginary lines on the stone floor beneath her. Her eyes, those astonishingly deep, blue, pools, were pensive and absorbed by whatever was on the paper. She bit her bottom lip absently and played with a piece of charcoal in right hand.

"Tauriel sends her love," Elladan eventually spoke, as he set the loaded tray on a side table and retrieved two cups of sweet tea,

Ellenya lifted her eyes from her paper and smiled; "I take it you were not alone on your hunt for food?"

"Indeed, a mission of peril, I nearly lost my toe!" Elladan exclaimed dramatically and pointed to his unmarked toes. Ellenya giggled at his exaggeration and accepted the cup from his hand, before turning back to the picture in her grasp.

"What have you got there?" Elladan asked curiously and clambered across the bed so he slid in behind Ellenya, wrapping one arm around her waist to keep her close and rested his chin on her shoulder. Ellenya sighed and rolled her eyes playfully, whilst readjusting herself so she rested more comfortably against Elladan. The ellon observed the picture and recognised the necklace sketched on the parchment almost instantly.

"I know this?" He answered and pointed to the picture, "This is a sacred stone blessed by the Valar, a Teleri heirloom."

"And my Naneth's necklace," Ellenya sighed dejectedly, "Though it is useless to me now, it does not reside in the realms of the physical anymore. Nana surrendered it back to the Valar before she died, to protect Legolas and I, or so the story goes."

Elladan frowned and rested his head against Ellenya's, "You want to find it? It gives you hope?" he questioned feeling the yearning in his wife's spirit, and anticipating her want.

"Yes that is what I want, though it is impossible! How can you find what is hidden from you?" Ellenya asked out loud, not expecting to find an answer.

"My Adar could help?" Elladan offered hopefully, "He is very wise on matters of history and can interpret the will of the Valar, he might have seen what it is you need to find the jewel?"

"Do you think so?" Ellenya asked, suddenly intensely interested. She had never thought of Lord Elrond being a source of information before, though why she had not baffled her. "Do you think he would help me with this?"

"Of course, you are family now, though that hardly matters my Adar brings guidance to those who earnestly seek it," Elladan replied and twisted around so he could place a comforting kiss on Ellenya's forehead. "He likes you, do you know that? You were the one patient he thought he could not save but you survived, he said it was a miracle and a gift from the Valar that you lived."

"Lord Elrond speaks to highly of me," Ellenya replied, "It was luck and quick thinking on his part that spared me."

"Well Ada does not believe that," Elladan proclaimed resolutely and tugged the paper out of Ellenya's hand moving it away from reach. "And neither do I!" he whispered huskily in Ellenya's ear making her shudder, as a host of memories from the night before entered her mind. She did not resist when Elladan claimed her mouth in his and instinctively drew her closer to him, effectively ending their conversation. Each kiss and silent look between the two of them helped brush away more of Ellenya's anxieties and inadequacies. Ellenya was beginning to see herself as Elladan viewed her and that soothed her spirit and corrected her thoughts. With Elladan at her side she would be unstoppable; between them they would find the answers she dearly sought. For the meantime though, Ellenya wanted only to be with him and let him love her, they had so little time together.


...reviews welcome...seriously nervous wreck with this chapter :P I generally don't try and write this kind of stuff :)