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To Wed an Elf	By : LorandTab Category: Lord of the Rings Movies > Het - Male/Female Views: 7111 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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A gentle knock came upon the door of Falawyn�s room as a very nervous Daewier smoothed her strawberry curls away from her forehead. An honor it was to be chosen handmaiden to the future princess of her people, yet anxiety took the place of excitement. What if she did something wrong � something to offend Prince Legolas�s new fianc�? She straightened her belted girdle as she awaited permission to enter. Please, let me make a good impression, she prayed softly to the elven lords.
"Come," Falawyn called out, distracted by her last vision of Legolas. Thinking of him and what he was now doing in his own chamber drove her to complete distraction.
The door opened and shut silently as the petite elf moved to the dark haired vision and bowed respectfully, the soft satin of her gown swirling around her feet and calves. �I am called Daewier, milady. I am to be your lady-in-waiting, if it please you.� Keeping her eyes reverently lowered, she stood, her hands clasped in front of her awaiting approval or dismissal. �What can I do to make your first days with the elves easier?�
"Wait with me I suppose." Sighing, Falawyn reached out to touch the girl�s shoulder in a friendly gesture. "I could certainly us a friend right now."
The words produced a radiant smile from the young female. �I would not presume to be so bold, my princess. However, I will most assuredly see to your every need.� Moving to the nearby credenza, Daewier pulled out a small drawer and extracted a silver brush of ornate design. Moving to the female in front of her, she motioned to the ebony locks. �If it please you, your highness, may I refresh your coiffure?�
"Yes. Of course." Sitting, Falawyn glanced over her shoulder as she sat for the other woman. Remembering that Legolas had sent her this very attractive elf, this lady-in-waiting, and a wild streak of jealousy knifed through her. He knew her, obviously. "Do you know your prince well?"
Slowly sliding the brush through the soft tresses, Daewier nodded. �My mother was employed by his majesty as head housekeeper, and her mother before her. I am to be trained for that position myself one day.� She continued dressing her mistress�s hair as she answered the question. �Consequently, my brother and I grew up in the palace. He was a playfellow of his highness and they became quite close friends, along with my beloved, Ilian. He is head groomsman,� she said proudly. �I have seen your intended grow from childhood to adulthood.� She smiled again, her innocence shining through. �You are truly a beauty befitting Prince Legolas, milady. The envy of many a female elf.�
Her eyes popped wide with the news that not only did the woman consider her a beauty but that she was not a mistress to her soon-to-be mate. "My thanks to you for such kind words, Daewier. I honestly hope to make the prince a happy elf, a contented husband, and a fulfilled mate."
Nodding as she completed her work, the girl smiled. �That I can feel, your highness. He seems quite different around you.� As if weighing her words, she continued. �There are a few females in court that thought to be mated to him. Perhaps one or two that will even attempt to break with tradition.� She stopped and moved to look in her new mistress�s eyes. �You do know of elven tradition when it comes to joining, no?�
"Legolas spoke of it briefly, but I wish to know more." Her breath hitched in her throat then at the thought of another trying to seduce her mate. The thought turned her blood ice cold and then into a raging inferno of possessiveness.
The smile again showed purity of one who believed in all that is good and loving as she moved to sit at the feet of her new princess. �You are affianced now, therefore no other female may touch his majesty without your express permission. However, there are two females in particular that I feel quite certain will not �� She blushed as she realized that she was gossiping and covered her mouth with elegant fingers. �Forgive me, your highness. I did not mean to ramble.�
"No. No, please. If I know of these things then perhaps I can combat them." She reached out and smoothed a comforting hand over the crown of the girl�s head. "Truly, there is much for me to learn and so little time."
Nibbling her bottom lip, Daewier looked unsure before leaning into Falawyn conspiratorially. �Aelwyr and Caowyn � there are two females that you must look out for, milady.� Her voice became a whisper. �They will try to ruin him � to make him unworthy of this union through carnal contact. It is the one thing that render this marriage contract null and void.� She looked around the room as if making sure they were alone before continuing. �I fear it will be done at the traditional � during the bathing ceremony.� Downcast eyes awaited words from her mistress wondering if she went too far.
"Do you have access to these two, Daewier?" She asked, a quick and simple plan forming in her mind.
�Access?� The girl nodded. �I share apartment quarters with Aelwyr and Caowyn as well as three others. Is that what you mean, milady?�
"Yes! Exactly! Can you keep me informed about their gossiping? About where they spend their time and what they are planning?" She stood and began pacing her chamber, her white crescent nail tapping in time against her straight, pearly teeth. "I would be most grateful as I'm sure Legolas would also be."
Daewier stood and followed her mistress�s pacing, her eyes taking on a sparkling quality. She had hoped to find a strong female behind the door of this chamber � hoped to find one that would make her childhood friend happy and live up to his fullest potential. She was beginning to believe this beauty in front of her would be just that female. �You plan to keep this from happening? To claim his as yours during the traditional?�
"Oh, yes. I will claim him, my dear. He is mine and shall be forever more." The fire burning in the depths of her eyes was determination and something more, something she refused to put a name to but felt acutely. "I will simply be by his side every waking moment of the day. I will give him no time to be charmed by those elven runabouts."
�I am muchly relieved, ma�am,� Daewood said through exhaled breath. �I suspected as much, since he seemed so entranced when he spoke of you to me. I thought that you would be connected daily.� Another whisper. �That is why I suspect whatever will happen will be at the bathing ceremony.�
Her eyes narrowed then realizing that she had no idea the particulars of the bathing ceremony. "Tell me of this bathing ceremony. I must know all I can when the move upon my prince is made."
The young elf gently tugged at the elegant hands of her mistress pulling her into a well-cushioned seat beside the large window. Fixing herself again at the lady�s feet, she spoke quickly but with extreme clarity. �The evening before your joining the prince will be dressed in his traditional dressing gown which has been handed down for centuries. He then will follow an entourage containing four of his most trusted guardsmen and two appointed ladies from the court. The females will carry illuminated lanterns while the men will carry their bows and quivers to protect his majesty from any harm during this vulnerable period. They will travel to the traditional spring which is heated from deep inside the recesses of Middle Earth.� She stopped to look into the eyes of Falawyn to be sure this was, indeed, what she wanted to hear before continuing.
Again she nodded, her head pivoting gently on her swan like neck. "Have the females been appointed as of yet? Is there any chance that I could have influence upon who is chosen?"
Daewier nodded emphatically. �Complete influence, milady. For, according to custom, he is yours and yours alone. Your permission is expressly needed. You see, these females will be required to toss the traditional jazerine petals into the spring. Then they will disrobe his highness who will then enter the waters to bathe. The females will wait until he has submersed himself in the mystical wat rub rubbed the petals across his body to aide in love and fertility, and then they will assist him out of the waters, dress him in his robe and they will all proceed the march back to the palace where they will leave him at his antechamber. His man-at-arms will attend him from there.�
"Then I will fear not." Her voice shed the flat monotone of her anxiety and again filled with the melodic sound that was so familiar as her mother's voice. �My prince will be attended by females who honor him not seek to shame him and dishonor his house."
�Too bad it is, milady, that the intended is not allowed to be there.� She sighed wistfully. �I�m told that it is a very special and inspiring ceremony � an elf preparing for the one he or she is to spend their lives with.� Daewier smiled. �Did I not mention that you will be going through your own bathing ceremony?�
"No. You did not mention it. Is it similar to the prince�s?" She questioned, a glimmer of laughter lighting her eyes as she stared at her new elven friend.
Nodding, the strawberry curls bounced with the motion. �Exactly alike, in fact. With the exception that two male elves of his highness�s approval will attend you in the entourage with but one female to carry the petals. The undressing by the opposite sex is symbolic of the trust the two elve put in each other as they give themselves over to each other for life.� Daewier�s nose wrinkled. �Does it make sense? I mean, it makes complete sense to us elves � but to someone who is not elven � does it make sense?�
"Ohhhh..." Falawyn giggled then and titled her head in a pose of complete innocence. "I am elven. Well, certainly half elven at least. My mother grew up among your people, here in the forest of Mirkwood. Then my father came here with a companion and fell in love with her and he took her away. Took her back to the land of man. There I was born and raised up, until her death."
Bright eyes twinkled. �No! Truly?� Another long sigh. �How wonderfully romantic! An elf and a human? Why the only such pairing known to date is that of �� Daewier lowered her eyes. �You don�t appear elven! The people will think you to be human! As does his highness. Will you not tell him?�
"When the time is right I will tell him. Perhaps, as we join for the very first time I will tell him. Do you not think that the most romantic of time to tell him I'm not so very different then him?" Shrugging her shoulders Falawyn addressed the observation of her appearance. "I know tis hard to believe by looking but tis true. Among the humans it was better that I did not appear too much elven. There is distrust among men of their elven neighbors. My father forbid my mother to even teach me the language, to tell me of my line. My mother may have appeared every bit an elf but it was all stripped from her and stolen from me." She shook her head closing her eyes at the stab of pain this brought her. "Think not that I feel hatred for my father of his kin for this. He did what he thought was best trying to protect his family. I feel he is very, very angry with me now for leaving my home to seek out my elven life, forsaking the human part of me."
Her servant�s eyes filled with confusion, her hand daring to move and comfortingly touching Falawyn�s. �Then why, milady? Why did you do so if you felt so much love and respect for your father?�
�I felt I owed this to my mother. I did it to honor her and restore what was taken from us both," she answered simply and honestly, her heart aching for her father in the process. Questioning if he would follow her, would he come to Mirkwood and seek her out? Would he try and sway her from her path and take her from Legolas?
�Did you know that you were bound to his highness? Was it that you wished to come and claim your rightful place as princess of Mirkwood?�
"No. I had no idea. My mother presented me the parchment the hour before her death and told me only to go seek my life among the elves of Mirkwood and nothing more." She sighed, thinking how things might have been different if she had known. A flash of memory of her mother singing a song in elven when she was sick as a child cleared up any doubt for her. "But if I had known of my betrothal it would have made no difference."
�Milady,� Daewier said softly, her face taking on a seriousness so unusual for her. �Can you be happy here � can you be happy with his highness? Can you make him happy? For, by the gods, we all know he deserves some happiness now. After all that he has been through �� Her words faded as she awaited the answer.
"I hope for just that. I want it more than I want my next breath." Moving across to the window she stared out at the leafy branches of Mirkwood and for a moment simply listened to her heart, it was whispering of Legolas, a promise of something grand and fulfilling. "I want him so very much, Daewier."
Her confidant smiled. �He is yours, milady � body and mind. But, I fear, you must win over his soul. It is deeply vexed.� She sounded almost saddened. �He is very troubled. My beloved rides with him daily and keeps various confidences. Ilian has said to me that something continues to darken the life of our prince. I�m certain that my darling knows what it is that so tortures Prince Legolas � but out of confidence he will not utter a word.�
"I will do my best, friend. I truly will." Her eyes went back to the leaves and in each one she saw a vision of her prince, of Legolas.
Daewier�s brows knitted slightly as she watched the lady Falawyn, not dismissing the fact that she seemed oblivious to the trouble in her intended�s heart. Standing, she moved over to reinstate her duties, softly smoothing the back of the lovely sideless surcoat the mistress wore. �I�m certain all will be well. Shall I see if his highness is ready to escort you to dinner?�
"NO! No. He'll be along when..." She waved away her near shout and smiled sweetly at the other female. "He will be along as time permits. Now, tell me what you think troubles my...." The words left her mouth before it could do more than register intent in her brain. It was an endearment she didn't know she felt nor would give voice to. "...My love."
Eyes popping wider, Daewier�s hand flew to her throat at the vehemence in her lady�s voice. �I meant no disrespect, ma�am. Please forgive me if I presumed too much.� Backing away, the elf-maid smiled tentatively as she reached for the door latch. �Shall I leave you to your thoughts?�
"No. Of course you didn't." She motioned Daewier back to her feeling she had hurt her needlessly. "Forgive my outburst. Please."
�No, I understand your reluctance.� She stepped slowly back into the center of the room, her smile brightening. �It must be rather disconcerting, joining with one that you have known but a few moments.� She took the elegant hand of her mistress with warmth and friendship. �Please, feel free to tell me if there is anyway I can make your transition as princess any easier. I wish only to serve.� The silence was comforting thus heightening the tension as she heard the sharp knock on the door and jumped.
Falawyn whirled fully towards the door, expectant, hoping that it was Legolas come for her. "Come," she announced in her clear sweet voice.
Her hopes were justifind fnd founded. The door fell open to reveal the elf prince in all his glory. Confidently and fully regained of his composure, Legolas entered the room gracing Daewier with a gentle smile, nodding sweetly before turning to face his fianc�e. Extending a hand, he placed his free hand regally at the small of his back. �Shall we away to meet with my father, the king, dear Falawyn?�

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"Oh yes," she responded breathlessly as her eyes filled with him. The sight blocked out all else in the room and gave her head a delicious spinning feeling.
Placing his hand under hers, he guided her toward the door. �Then let us go and commit ourselves openly and publicly to my father and, consequently, the whole of Mirkwood.� Leaning forward, he placed a gentle, yet warmly moist kiss on sensitive area between her cheek and earlobe. �There shall be a jubilation afterward,� he whispered into her ear, �If you feel rested enough for celebration.�
�If you are by my side I feel rested enough for a week�s celebration," she whispered in return, her nose twitching lightly at the new scent that she picked up along his body. "I trust you are much relieved, my sweet prince."
His eyes moved to bore into hers, his body still alive, yet barely under control. �Daewier,� he said in a kind, yet authoritative tone. �If you will be so good as to leave us a moment of privacy?�
The girl nodded, immediately backing toward the door. �As yish,ish, your highness. Good eve to you both.�
"Good eve to you, friend," Falawyn called over Legolas's shoulder as the elf moved towards the door. Turning her attention back to Legolas and the beautiful swimming depth of his eyes as Daewin left, she asked, "Tell me now, Legolas, what is the reason you seek a private moment with me?" Her playful voice tangled in the air between them making the new scent that rolled from him that much more sweet.
His smile was lopsided in his humor as he turned to look at her face on. �Do you tease me to torment me, or to see how much you tempt?� It was a question for which he needed an answer � and his desire for her at the moment rested upon how it was answered. Did she know of anguish and meant to mock him? Or did she � could she � be so intuitive that she could truly know his longing, as well as the passion that was buried deep inside him?
"To tempt always, to draw out that part of you that will belong to only me and no other.� The words were on her lips with no thought at all, answered by instinct and desire. She wanted him more than she could verbalize but soon she would be free to show him.
His head fell back slightly as a rich, rolling laughter escaped his lips. �Have you not understood our customs at all, my future-princess? All of me belongs to you and to no other.� His fingers moved from behind his back to trace the shape of her jaw line. �All of me.� His voice was low and almost guttural.
�I understand your custom quite well, Legolas, but there are things deeper than custom. Physically I know you will never be another�s but here...." She lightly touched his forehead with her index finger. "...And here�" She withdrew her finger and replaced her hand over his thudding heart. "I want this, too. Is that all of you, sweet prince. Can you promise me that always, too?"
His eyes twitched slightly as the intensity of his gaze heightened. �My body is yours, by, what I assume will be mutual consent.� He took her hand in his, his fingers caressing the soft skin. �All the rest will have to be earned, no?� He squeezed her palms in his. �On both our parts.� And even as he spoke, he knew it would take naught but the words to fall deeply, passionately in love with this woman who stood in front of him, who pressed herself against him with such delicacy. He knew it and it almost frightened him.
"Each breath I take, each beat of my heart, will be to that end. I will earn your heart and mind, Legolas." Wrapping her arms around his waist she laid her cheek against his chest and drew in a sharp yearning breath. "I will earn you love." While I give mine now and freely.
He smiled tenderly as relief rushed through him. She wanted to be his mate in the truest sense of the world. It could happen, could it not? In the years to come he could inspire love in her for him? He could make her see that he was so much more than Legolas the prince, or Legolas the legend. Perhaps, in time, he could make her see Legolas, the elf-male. Perhaps, in time, she could be the one to ease his tortured soul. The idea was intoxication to his senses as he pulled her easily into a passionate embrace, claiming her lips undoubtedly with his as he allowed his tongue free rein to memorize the contours of the inside caverns of her mouth.
Lifting her head, she met his eyes and saw the deep well of hope there and wondered about it, it seemed it was a place that needed to be fed and fed well. "Do you think I can make you love me, Legolas? That I can give you so much that your heart will yield to mine � will become full with my love?"
His eyes dimmed from the passion of the kiss only slightly having heard her words from others before � others who wanted his love only to rule his actions through sexual needs. �We have years before us, dear Falawyn. And I hope to know true love before I leave this plane.� Leaning forward, he brushed her cheek with the hand that had moments before given him so much release, wondering if her human nose had even the merest ability to breathe his essence. �Do you not see what you have reduced me to,� he asked softly, his entire countenance changing. �To an act that is comical and foolish amongst the women of my people?�
"There is nothing comical nor foolish about release from passion�s grip. I am honored that it was I who inspired such need in you, and would only wish that I could have relieved with my own body." She drew in another breath of his spent sex and let it flow all the way to the apex of her dampened thighs.
His own nose twitched as he inhaled the need in her, its result a stirring in his loins that began what would become an aching hardness. Of its own volition, his hand trailed down the contours of her waist to settle at her hips, his fingers itching to discover if his elven nose deceived him. Was she �? No. She was too composed. �It will not be long, Falawyn, before my body enters yours.� Why did the words he spoke harden his body even more?
"Every hour, every minute we must wait is like a lifetime," she confessed, moving restlessly against his body, willing his hand to ease her as it had him. Surely, that could not be against custom. After all, he would not but truly entering her. He would not be joining their bodies in true mating.
As if reading her mind, his senses and sensibility became lost in a crushing kiss as his fingers gathered the graceful fabric into his hand, raising the softness further up her leg as he continued. He sighed with anxious need as the skin of his fingers came in contact with the satiny smoothness of her upper thigh before moving along the firm, rounded globes of her luscious behind.
"My sweet prince," she mewled as she broke their kiss to take a gasped hot breath. She ground against him as his touch fired her blood and sent her heart slamming wildly into her ribs.
Sweet? The word rang in his ear, for sweet was not a sentiment he was feeling at the moment. Her smooth, warm flesh overtook his senses and his hand moved with ease and swiftness to the thatch of hair at the apex of her thighs. Moist, it was, almost to the point of dripping, and the feeling spurred him onward. With a single digit he gently parted the lips of her femininity and explored the wet separation there.
"Ohhhh, goddess!" Her head lulled to the side at the feel of his fingers against that most intimate of fleshy folds. "Legolas! Ummm...Please," came her sudden pleading.
Intensely aware of the fact that his body must not cross the threshold of any of her feminine caverns, the elf splayed his hand entire over her glorious mound and, with large, forceful, circular motions simulated a rhythm that caused more and more moisture to seep from her body onto the skin of his hand. More and more pressure he exerted until his frs, rs, long roughened from pulling back the taut string of a bow, found that special nub that he hoped brought as much pleasure to human females as he knew it brought to elf-maids. The more he caressed her, the more his body grew taut and stiff, ready to ravage hers at any moment.
Before she could do more than arch against him she felt a strange, building pressure deep in her womb. It was the most amazing, most breathtaking feeling she could imagine. "Legolas! Legolas!" She was shouting his name as the room around her broke into fragment pieces.
His face buried deeply into her neck as he kept his hand stationary feeling the strong throbbing of her body there. Slowly, ever so slowly, he moved his hand away and lifted his face searching her eyes. �Consider yourself claimed by my touch, small one,� he breathed feeling stronger and more energetic than ever before.
"Forever more, my elf," she gasped sagging against his body. She feared her legs would not hold her now and she would crumple to a heap at his feet if but for his hand. Had he really eased her burn so thoroughly, had he made her feel like the whole of Middle Earth was in his touch. Yes!
With a soft smile replacing his look of strong possessiveness, his eyes sparkled with sensuality. Pulling away, he looked at the hand that had just given her so much pleasure. With an unsure, yet hopeful look, he spoke in a heady tone. �Will you help me to wash our pleasure from my flesh before we sup with my father?� He actually blushed. �We elves have a very keen sense of smell.�
She blushed wildly then, matching his color as her eyes traveled to his slicked hand. "Ye..Yes. Of course..." She stepped slowly away from him and moved towards the washbasin nearby. Withdrawing a linen cloth, she wet it and lathered it with a sweet smelling soap.
Laying his hand inside the basin, he kept his gaze locked on hers marveling that such a mundane routine could stir his passion so. With his free hand he poured more water from the pitcher into the basin, never once taking his gaze from hers. �We elves treasure times spent cleaning our lovers from the act of passion.� He blushed again. �Is that strange to your kind?�
"Not at all, my prince. It seems to only be an extension of lovemaking. I am enjoying it quite a lot at the moment." Smiling she ran her hand over his, swirling in the fragrant water.
Inhaling the liquid as well as her scent, he smiled sweetly as he took the cloth from her hand and rinsed it thoroughly. Then, to her complete surprise, he knelt in front of her edging his hands under the hem of her gown. Sliding the warm, moist cloth up the inside of her leg, he again locked eyes with her as he tenderly rubbed the warm cloth across her sensual mound over and over again cleaning the evidence of their sated stimulation.
Falawyn drew in a deep and shuttering breath with his touch. Her eyes grew wide and round surprised he was so very gentle, his touch like the caress of a butterfly. "Your touch stirs me as nothing else could," she confessed, wanting him to know exactly how he affected her.
�Perhaps then,� he said softly as he completed his cleansing of her and stood returning the cloth to the basin. �You will not mind so very much being joined to me for life.� He turned to her and smiled almost wickedly in his mischief. �And, did you not say something about you commanding in the bedchambers?�
"Did I?" She tilted her head and raised her index finger to tap against her rounded chin as if she were deep in thought. "I think you are correct, my prince, but �tis a subject wn nen negotiate upon." A soft musical giggle filled her throat.
His laugh matched hers as he extended his arm. �Then shall we away to meet with my father?� Tucking her hand under his arm, he negotiated her toward the door whisking her away to announce their joining.
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