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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 7

Legolas sat on a blanket, his arms tightly wrapped around Falawyn, her dainty back to his powerful chest as they lingered a few moments more breathing in the fresh scent of the jazerine thicket. �We must be away to home soon,� he breathed softly into her ear, gently nipping the sensual lobe between his gleaming teeth. �Ah, that I could but stay here with you for a hundred lifetimes.�
Reaching up, she lightly caressed his cheek eager to feel his warm skin against her own. "Promise me, Legolas, that once we are joined we will spend many nights here. Many nights making love below the moon and stars, laying in our bed of jazerine." Suddenly turning, she moved, knelt between his open thighs and nuzzled at his neck kissing gently.
His hardening body became heated as his head fell back giving her more access to the flesh there. �As often as you, my future princess.� His voice became husky and sensual. �You have only to ask and I�ll move all of Middle Earth to deliver it unto you.� He was becoming consumed by her feel, her touch, her scent � and so the imposing sense of doom that entered his mind was as if all of Mount Doom had crashed atop him crushing his body. Pulling away from her, his eyes told of concern and confusion. �We must go,� he spoke emphatically, standing and pulling her upward beside him. �Ilian,� he shouted across the glen. �I'rokko, sii'! (The horses, now!)�
"What is it, Legolas? What wrong?" She stared worridly at him, her hands twisting in her tunic. His mood had changed so suddenly it left her shaken with fear snaking through her limbs.
Snatching up the blanket, he tossed i a r a running Daewier who immediately carried it toward her horse before scurrying to gather the remnants of her own picnic with Ilian. Turning back to Falawyn, he grasped her hand pulling his non-resistant intended with him as he moved to the mounts that his groomsman prepared. �There�s something amiss at the palace,� he stated simply trying to focus on the feeling running through feeling his veins. �I fear trouble brewing.� He lifted her, easily swinging her onto her tall horse, his eboriboring into hers. �Trouble for us, I fear.� His gaze shot to Ilian, a curt nod telling his concern. �We must return.�
"Legolas..." She shook her head, tears gathering in the corners of her eyes. "Us? What trouble could there be?"
Mounting his own steed, he walked his horse close to hers, his hand reaching out to touch her cheek with reassurance. �I know not, dearest. But fear not. Whatever it is, it will be matched and overcome.� The corners of his mouth tugged slightly upward. �Make no mistake � I mean to claim you as mine.� Facing Ilain again, he shouted with impressive authority, �Keep with your future princess! See to her safety as I ride!� And urging his lady to follow the male elf, Legolas galloped off toward unknown unrest.
"Why does he ride ahead? Why did he not take me with him? I will not slow him...." She gasped in outrage at being left behind, at being abandoned to his groom. But her anger sprang from the well of fear, disguising itself as feelieasieasier dealt with.
�He is worried,� Daewier�s voice shouted over the roaring gallop as her mount raced along side her mistress�s. �It is always thus when he receives his sightless visions. He becomes extremely alarmed until he knows the source lest they bring tidings of doom.� She allowed a brief connecting gaze before turning her eyes back to the trail before them, Ilian close behind them. �He has not yet learned to control the emotions the visions bring.�
"Still, I should be with him to face what so ever it is that brings peril to us. Us? He did speak of US did he not?" She bit her lip trying to recall what exactly he had said, and what she had imagined.
�Aye,� came the voluble reply, strawberry curls whipping around the elf-maid�s face. �He did. I�m certain he simply means to protect you. It is what he knows.�
Ilian remained quite while they rode, his ears attuned to every word his prince's intenoke.oke. A knowing smile curled his lips at the corners as he realized each word she spoke was spoken in love. It had been but two days and the woman had fallen in love with the prince. It was proven to him what he had known all along, when his mate appeared in his life love would lead the way.

White hooves sliding to a stop in a swirl of dust and gravel at the foot of the palace steps, Legolas slid from his pristinalliallion to take the marble steps two at a time before running at top speed through the massive halls to burst unceremoniously into the haven of his father�s antechamber. Chest heaving from the exertion of the ride and the run, he forced the words from his throat in a raspy string. �What is it, my lord? What trouble has found its way to us?�
Thranduil lifted his eyes from the parchment he had been perusing to his son. "Come and rest yourself, Legolas." He waved him to his side, knowing his next words would strike anger in his son's heart.
�Mani marte?� Legolas spoke, his eyes still flaring as he moved to sit quite stiffly beside his father, his shoulders pushed forward toward the elder elf. �I felt the torment. What has happened?�
"Your intended had a visitor. Her father has come to speak to her and wishes to take her back to Gondor," was the kings reply, pushing down the anger and hurt of years past inside his heart. He would need to forgo his own emotions to help his s

Blue eyes twitched revealing the only evidence of anger that swirled itself around Legolas like an itchy cloak that bothered and aggravated. �How can this be,� he asked with tightly restrained words. �You saw the parchment. You said yourself the betrothal was ordained at her birth.�
"Because he lies!" An angered shout came from the doorway.
With deliberate slowness the younger elf turned, his fiery gaze turning on what he presumed to be the cause of the troubled stirrings inside him. �My father would cut out his tongue and feed it to his enemies rather than lie.� Stepping forward, an elegant hand moved to the dagger at his side, his fingers tickling the smooth handle. �Can you say the same?�

"I've not stolen another man's child. I owe you nothing. Now, where is she? Where is my daughter?" Ellekar advanced on the elven prince, his eyes alight with his vengeful wrath. "So help me elf, if you've toucher her I will..."
�You will do nothing,� Legolas stated, his raised voice uncharacteristic for his nature. �Best you remember in whose realm you stand! I will not tolerate your threats!� He stepped forward toward his newfound enemy. �Nor will I allow anyone � ANYONE � to take her from me.�
"She is my daughter. You have no choice in this, elf. She will do as I bid her." A wickedly evil grin turnis fis full lips into hard lines across his face. "And when she is safely ensconced at Minas Tirith I will petition King Elessar to lead men against Mirkwood."
"Father?" Falawyn stepped hesitantly into the room, her hands knotted tightly before her, her eyes wide and fearful.
Six male eyes turned toward the timid feminine voice as it floated across the air. Stepping forward, Legolas was beside his future mate in less than a heartbeat, his hand firmly on her elbow. �Fear not, Falawyn. To you I have made my pledge. Nothing �� His eyes narrowed then as he faced Ellekar. �And no ONE will keep us from the claiming of each other.�

urniurning stark hopeless eyes to him she nodded. "Yes. Of course," she whispered low, so that only his ears could hear her voice. She doubted not him but herself. She would fail him and herself faced with this test, this tribulation.
Ellekar's smile widened confidently. He knew his daughter well and knew it would take but a few words on his part to have her demurely following him back to Gondor. Weak. She was weak and proved it to him so very often. "Come, child, I have much to speak of."
�NO,� roared Legolas. The muscle under his eye twitched again as his gaze snapped to hers, his finger lifting her chin. �Is that not what you desire?� His hands moved to grasp her shoulders forcing her to see only him. �Tell me now, is it not?� The silence was momentary, yet he felt it lingered for a lifetime. His blue eyes dulled as he saw the confusion in her stare, glassy with pools of water forming. �I see,� he breathed, the pain of broken promises in his words.
"No. You do not, my prince. You have not an idea what it is like." She glanced over her shoulder to her father's out stretched hand, a solitary drop of crystal tumbling down her cheek. "He always wins, Legolas � always." She stepped away from him then, her heart torn from her chest at the thought of leaving him.
�Amin nowe lle n'kelaya,� he said softly as he watched her slip from his life, his chest heaving with pain, anger and frustration. �I thought you would never leave me.� Tuning toward his father, he moved closer to him finding himself in desperate need of the strength exuded by the older elf-male.
"Give her time, my son." Thranduil watched as the pair left, tears spilling heavily from the Falawyn's eyes. "She has but to find her own strength."
Eyes turned toward his father, Legolas allowed his sadness to filter through. �I had believed myself to be her strength,� he breathed almost inaudibly. �Hodoer � wise one � why did I �� His words trailed off refusing, even to this, the most important male in his life, the person who had given him life and wisdom, to admit that his heart had been given � and broken.
"She will not fail you or your heart, Legolas." He felt for his son but believed to the depths of his soul Falawyn would not repeat the mistakes of her mother. She would show his son that his love was returned.
With an imploring gaze and a respectful nod, Legolas left the presence of his father and walked with disconsolate countenance into the corridor cg fag face to face with the groomsman, Ilian recovering his breath after seeing to the horses and rushing to see his friend and liege safe. Translucent eyes met his as Legolas softly shook his head. �It is over,� he whispered. �Falawyln is leaving us.� Unable to bear the oppressive weight of sadness another moment, he turned toward the steps wanting nothing more that to slither into the hermitage of his chambers.
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