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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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Chapter 4
Morning opened Falawyn's room to the filtered rays of the mid summer sun, playing across the smooth wooden walls like meadow fairies among marigolds. With a soft sigh the silence of the room was broken and Falawyn's eyes fluttered in her dreaming state. Her dreams were filled with long flaxen elven locks, pale skin, and eyes as blue as a fathomless sea. Legolas had her wrapped in his arms, lips everywhere at once. The pleasure was unspeakable, wicked in its depth.
�You MUST awaken, milady,� came the soft, musical tones of her lady-in-waiting as she pulled back the draperies and scuttled around the room preparing morning toiletries. �He�ll be kept waiting if you don�t!�
Near painfully Falawyn pulled her eyes open, trying to detangle herself from her dream lover. Rubbing at her sleep heavy eyes she asked, "Who will be kept waiting? Legolas? Is he waiting for me?" Her voice was filled with hope and excitement at the prospect of seeing her intended at such an early hour.
�Aye, milady,� Daewier said with a chuckle in her throat. �He�s requested you meet him at the stables for a ride.� Her face blushed as he reached into the wardrobe for a warm riding cloak to match the tunic she held. �I believe the phrase he used was � a very long and hard ride.�
"GOOD GODDESS!" She gasped, the thoughts the phrase dredged up nearly making her swoon right there in her very own bed. She couldn't imagine a better way of spending her morning, or in fact, the rest of her life. Every moment spent in Legola's company was another treasured memory to tuck away inside her heart. Quickly swinging her legs from the bed she rushed towards Daewier. "Has he been waiting long? Has he broken his fast of yet? Should I not bring something to ease our hunger?"
The elf-maid wondered at the speed with which her mistress began to dress as she rushed to keep up with her. �Yes, he has already broken bread with his father this morn. It�s been a quarter of an hour since he bade me fetch you, yet you slumbered so firmly that I could not rouse you immediately.� Throwing the deep wine colored tunic over the shoulders of the moving woman, she began to pull the hem down into its place. �He bade me come along as well, in case you have need of me.� Her voice sounded tightly rein from unleashed excitement. She would get to see her beloved. �Your hair, mistress � let me braid it for you.�
�No,� came the soft, sultry voice of Legolas as he leaned easily against the doorway. �Leave it down.� His eyes bored quickly into the surprised gaze of Falawyn. �Always leave it free.�
She whirled in surprise, eyes wide and lips pursed into a perfect O. "If it be your wish, my prince, then never more will it be bound," she responded breathlessly, her heart hammering wildly in her tingling ears.
Pushing himself off of the wooden door jam, he stepped closer to the women, nodding his greeting to Daewier. �It is custom for an elven warrior to wear his hair in a braid of some sort to pride or courage in battle.� He reached out taking his intended�s hand and touching it with warm, moist kiss. �Daewier, my faithful, friend,� he spoke kindly. �Tell my lady why an elf-maid braids her hair, will you?�
The young maid struggled to keep from smiling her laughter. �It is because a female�s hair is considered her most beautiful crowning glory. Once she weds, it is for her mate�s pleasure and his alone.�
Legolas smiled. �I want everyone within sight of you to see what a treasure I have.� His chuckle verged on the edge of maniacal. �And what they will never enjoy.�
Her face became flushed at his words, her blood racing along her veins. "If you hold me in such regard, my prince, would it not be cruel to display such to the males of your court?" Her words were light and teasing but her blood had begun a slow restless simmer.
The smile left his face but his eyes held their sensual gleam. �I am not one for cruelty, none among my people are. Nor am I one to boast � show females as objects to be displayed rather than souls to be cherished.� His head bowed slightly. �If that is what you ascertained of my words, you are akenaken.� A small, lopsided smile returned. �I am, however, one to take pride in one that is to be my mate.� A fair brow arched. �Are you not one to show pride as well, in your intended?�
"I am and I look forward to doing so every moment of my life." Her eyes met his and bore deeply there trying to find her place inside his mind. She was eager for him to understand the depth of her words, of her feelings. She was falling helplessly in love with him.
His smile radiated across his face at that moment, his hand moving to caress her cheek in a feather-light touch. �Your hair, you will do this for me?�
"Yes," she sighed as her eyes drifted shut revealing in his touch. "Tell me, Legolas, how it is that I may show my pride in you. What can I ask of you in return?� Her troubled eyes blinked open then, saddened and filled with shame for knowing so little of these people, her elven blood and customs.
A light exhale escaped his throat. �There are various ways.� He stepped back resting his thumbs in his leather belt. �Would it not be better for you to find your own sense of pride in me, for you to find your own request to ask of me once you find something that means much to you?� He stood casually, yet maintained every ounce of regality. �Now I will leave Daewier to help you complete your dressing. I shall await the two of you at the stables.� His eyes lightened. �You will hurry, no?�
"Of course..." She lowered her eyes, shame flaring bright in her cheeks. He had been right and it cut her to the very core that she had not the knowledge for her request. How was she to know the rightness or the fault of her request when it came to her? Would her request be acceptable to the elven kind were she to find it? Would she shame him with her request? The questions and doubt were enough to make her stomach churn with nervous anxiety.
As he turned and left with an impish smile, Daewier moved closer to her mistress. �Worry not, milady! I shall help you! When you think of your request, I will be her to help you if you would like my assistance.� She smiled sweetly.
"I would very much like that, friend," she whispered, giving one last admiring look to her intended�s back as he slipped from the room.
With a slight bow, the elf-maid hurried the last of the toiletries. �But for now, we must not keep your fianc� waiting. Come, milady!� Daewier tugged gently on Falawyn�s hand beckoning her to follow, anxious to reach the stables and catch sight of her own beloved.

�Easy, my friend,� Legolas cooed as he gently patted the nose of the magnificent horse that was his companion. �There will be time to flex your muscles soon enough.� Turning to the strapping elf that worked expertly saddling the last of the four horses, he smiled at the fair-haired mal�You�You�re certain you don�t mind accompanying us today, Ilian?� He held his humorous chuckle in tact knowing that the elf would jump at any chance to spend time with the lovely Daewier.
"Not at all, my lord," he responded with a mirthful smile knowing Legolas had known the answer to the question all along. His boundless love for Daewier was no secret, especially to the man at his side. The swell of those feelings caused him to grow thoughtful. "May I ask you a question, Legolas?"
�Of course, my friend,� the elf responded as he checked the bridle�s position one last time. �Have we not shared a myriad of confidences over the years?�
"It is true," the larger elf responded, leaning casually against the horses flank. "Does this human woman, your intended, make you body burn? Does she stir your heart at all, my lord?"
Surprise filled the ice-blue eyes as Legolas stilled, turning slowly to his childhood cohort. �Who has told you of this? To whom have you spoken, Ilian?� It was curiosity more than outrage that caused the inquiry.
"Daewier speaks of her with the highest regard, my lord." He would say no more. If Legolas were to answer the question it would be with no more information from him.
The elf-prince chuckled softly. �I knew I was correct in asking Dae to act as lady-in-waiting to Falawyn. They have bonded quickly, no?� With a sigh, Legolas ran a hand along the flank of his horse. �Yes,� he breathed after several moments of silence. �She has stirred fires within me I have long since thought drowned.�
"That is good. Many a union has started with fire of wanting. But what of you heart, Legolas? Does it say nothing to you of this woman?" He couldn't help but push, the union was looming nearer and nearer and he would know his friend�s feelings before there was no turning back.
A trace of sadness crept into the now faraway gaze of the older elf. �She has the potential to steal my heart,� he admitted without reservation knowing the trust he could place in his life-long confidant. �B mus must be careful. How many other maids have searched my heart only to truly be searching for the key to my kingdom?� He turned almost imploring eyes to the groomsman. �I want so desperately to allow myself a great love. But I must be certain.� Placing his hand on the shoulder of his friend, his voice became even softer. �You, of all people, know the extent of devastation I will endure should I give my heart only to find that it was given in vain.�
"Yes. I do know this, my lord. But to love in error is far better than to never love at all. To caution is wise but not overly so else, if her love is true, you may loss it." He hoped his words had struck some sense with the prince of Mirkwood, helped him in some small way.
The advice, given so wisely from one so young, did, indeed, embed itself into the mind of Legolas. �Yes,� he breathed. �You re correct, of course. But, if I should lose her love for any reason, did I really have it at all?� He sighed in frustration. �Ilian, dear friend, I am afraid this entire discussio moo moot � for love for this human female sneaks upon me like a thief in the night.� His eyes snapped toward the younger elf as he heard the distinctly feminine voices approaching in the distance. �That is to remain in confidence, Ilian.�
IIian moved to clap Legolas on the shoulder, a wide secretive smile upon his lips. "That is how I came to love Daewier and seems quite true to me that it is the best and strongest love, least not to fade or tarnish with time." He whispered, winking at Legolas. "Tis quite our secret, my lord."
At that moment Daewier appeared, her face flushed with the exertion of the walk to the stables mixed with the excitement of seeing her love. Dipping into a deep, regal curtsey, she spoke eloquently. �Your intended is at hand, your highness, as you bid.� Standing, she moved aside to reveal Falawyn in all her beauty and glory.
Stepping forward, Legolas rewarded her with a glowing smile. �My princess, you were well worth the wait.�
"In the future, my prince, I will endeavor to make the wait shorter. I have no wish to waist a single moment of our time together." It was as if they were alone, as if the IIian and Daewier were not there at all. Standing there in the stable she thought of all the ways she would like to see her soon-to-be mate in the sweet smelling hay.
IIian reached out and gently pulled Daewier to his side whispering. "They will be the greatest match of all time."
The maid stood on tiptoe to rest her lips near her beloved�s ear. �Love has found them since the moment their eyes met.� Her eyes smiled at him. �Will she not ease his heart?�
�Come,� Legolas boomed after tenderly kissing the soft hand of his intended. Looking toward Ilian, he nodded. �To the glade, then!� Encircling Falawyn�s waist with his large, gentle hands, he lifted her high in the air atop the tall paint stationed beside his horse, his thoughts on nothing but the seclusion of the dell, the most important place in all of Middle Earth to him known only to him and Ilian.
"She will," came his easy answer, having determined that the moment he saw her feelings for his prince shinning brightly in her eyes.
"Where is this glade?" she whispered to Legolas, thinking all of Mirkwood was nothing but bark and leaves, roots and canopy.
Touching his hand to her thigh, feeling the warmth of her skin through the elegant material of her tunic. �It is situated just outside the Mirkwood forest. Just outside our boundaries.� He smiled as he moved and jumped astride his own mount. �A stream nearby, the glade surrounded by trees for camouflage.� A mischievous grin spread his face. �It is a most secret and resplendent location. Perfect for picnicking and frolicking.�
"Frolicking, aye?" She giggled and shook her head. He really did not have any idea of just how mischievous she could be, how tempting and spirited.
�Away, then.� Turning to Ilian, he grinned wickedly. �Do try and keep up, will you, friend?� And with that, he simultaneously slapped the haunches of Falawyn�s mare and eased his heels into the sides of his own horse sending them both galloping wildly through the forest.
Falawyn was an excellent horseman and she took a moment to thank the goddess for that. It allowed her to catch glimpses of Legolas leaning low over his stallion�s neck, flaxen hair caught up in the wind, his eyes trained on the path before him. And then he turned his head, meeting her eyes. Her breath stalled in her lungs, as he was the most beautiful creature she had ever seen, quite angelic.
With a startling smile, he turned back to the path before him guiding her this way and that with his own movements. Long, hard riding he was doing and she matched him step for step in the deafening noise their galloping horses created, the two chaperones long since forgotten. He thought only to get to the glade � to be alone with his intended � to know her better.
Suddenly the tress broke and before then stood the very glade of which Legolas had spoken. "It's beautiful," she gasped, pulling up sharply on the reins of her mount.
Dancing his stallion around her mare, Legolas smiled brightly, proud that she found his special place one of beauty. �In the distance there, you will find a thatch of jazerine.� His gaze turned seductive as he stilled his horse and slid from the mount. Moving to hers, he lifted his hands to her waist. Again raising her in the air, he slid her down his hardened frame easing her feet to the ground. �Shall I show you?�
"Yes. So that I can imagine mating with you upon it." She leaned against him and whispered near his pointed ear. Her body moved seductively against him, inviting him to stroke the heat higher inside her.
His eyes bored heatedly into hers as he lowered his hands to the small of her back pulling her hips forward to allow her feminine mound to press harshly against his raging hardness. �The day after our joining we shall venture here.� He leaned his face to her ear then, the moist heat of his breath expelling as he completed his thought. �We shall then make your vision reality.� Hirm trm tongue�s tip trailed the rim of her ear.
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