Title & Chapter Number: Well Met 2/5
Author(s): - Author's Index
Fandom: LOTR
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: All rights and priviledge's belong to the Tolkien Estate. I am not making money from this fic (I wish!) The only thing I own is my characters and my soul.
Warnings: Explicit Het Sex, angst
Betas: Several
Cast: Legolas/OFC (Rowan), Thranduil and wife, Gimli, Aragorn, Arwen
Timeline: Just after the break up of the fellowship
Spoilers: LOTR, Two Towers
Summary: A peredhil healer from his own forest makes Legolas realise there is more to life than just running around with a bow and looking cute :-)
Notes: This is my story based on my thoughts of what happen after the break up...Rowan is my idea
Chapter Two - Kith and Kin
The fighting was over by the end of autumn and Rowan rode home along the paths and trails back to Mirkwood. She saw the leaves turn in the trees from yellow gold to bronze and knew a hard winter would come this year. The group she travelled in was mainly elves, also returning home to Mirkwood. Rowan knew some of them well, for she had tended them and they talked of home to pass the time. The others were humans and just before they made it to the boundary of Mirkwood, drew off to their homes that lay west of there.
Rowan often thought of Legolas and wondered if she would ever see him. I doubt it, she scolded herself. He will be away far by now. But still his face came back to her on this journey, those grey eyes seemingly reading her soul like an open book.
When finally the journey was over, the clans came rushing to warmly welcome kin and kindred alike. Rowan was nearly knocked off her feet by her eldest brother. They had not seen each other for eight months and Rowan loved him and often worried.
"Gods, you look well Rowan. I am so pleased to see you!" he exclaimed as he hugged her tightly too him.
"Easy kin for you'll kill me now with that hug!" Rowan laughed, then pulled back to look closely to him.
"Dragath, you haven't changed and more importantly your in one piece!"
Dragath laughed out loud. "Always considering my skin aren't you dearest sister."
"Well someone has to in this family. Now come and take me home and whilst we're about, tell me news of how you fared on the field of battle."
As Dragath and Rowan walked home to their clan homestead, Dragath told her of how the orcs had been destroyed but just before that, grave news came of a storm out to sea and how elven ships had been lost. Several friends to both Dragath and Rowan were lost.
"I would dearly love to see the sea but I fear after what you have just told me, I daren't go there for it sounds too dangerous," Rowan said sadly, as they arrived to the stables of the main home of the homestead. The great hall stood to their left and Rowan was glad to see it. Its great beams carved with delicate trails and tendrils of plant like creepers half hidden by the thatched roof. Smoke tendriled its way into the sky and Rowan welcomed the smells of home.
Giving the horse to one of the grooms, Rowan was led into the hallway door, where there was much shouting and laughing as the clan saw Rowan returned home. Her brother Timith was hugging her as her father came through the crowd and hugged her long and hard for Rowan was his only daughter.
"I had a visitor whilst you were away," he whispered into her ear as he held her.
Rowan pulled back and stared puzzled, at her father's statement. His blonde grey hair glittered in the torchlight and Rowan saw that worry had etched a few more lines on his face.
"Who?" she asked.
"Prince Legolas himself! Came by to say that I had a fine daughter and that I should be proud of her."
Rowan blushed immediately and looked away. Gods! She thought, maybe he is still around. "Is he still around Mirkwood father?" Rowan asked hoping the tremble in her voice was not noticed. Rowan walked as her father put his arm around her shoulders and guided her to seats by the fire and food that had been placed onto the central table.
"Nay my little one, he has left two month gone but he said he would be back for the midwinter feasting."
Rowan felt hopeful for the first time in months. "I hope so father. It would be nice to see him again."
Her father looked curiously at her and Rowan added. "He was injured and I tended to him. I would like to assess the wound."
Rowan's father laughed heartedly then and relaxed. "You never stop. Even when you come home, you think of your patients! Now stop it," he chuckled as he poured Rowan a mug of wine.
Rowan smiled and accepted the mug from her father. She relaxed into the cushions, glad to be home.
~*~*~*~
First snow fell on the morning on mid winter's eve and Rowan was getting dressed into one of her formal dresses. Her whole family had arrived and she wished to show her best. She could hear elven children screaming with fun and snowball fights outside. Her silver velvet dress hung well. It was decorated with brocade and silver trim. Rowan smiled to herself as she pulled the over dress over her shoulder and then picked up a hog's hairbrush and began to brush her waist length hair. Knots from sleep slowed her brushing and as Rowan teased them out, Rowan thought of her childhood, playing in the snow with her two elder brothers.
Rowan walked to the window, hair being teased with the brush and looked out to the Letherod homestead. Snow had fallen deep in a short while and a thick blanket of white covered the ground. The trees seemed dark and brooding against the grey morning sky and Rowan was thankful of the midwinter's feasting. A time of reflection for most elves but also thanks to the mother of nature and an understanding that all things must regenerate and become anew. The children ran around the smaller trees and in and out of people walking past. As Rowan watched, laughing occasionally at the antics of children, a figure caught her eye.
His body and head was covered by a dark green cloth cloak and hood with a white fur trim, but his build and stealthy walk was familiar. Rowan's heartbeat jumped as she realised the elven male she saw was Legolas. Her hand stopped in mid stroke as she watched him walk towards the gate and enter the homestead.
Rowan turned and ran to the bedside table. She placed the brush down and grabbing the ribbon tied it around her hair so that it held her hair away from her face. After looking up and assessing herself in the mirror of bronze, brushing a few errand strands of hair around her ears, Rowan turned and prepared herself to go downstairs knowing that Legolas should be at the door by now.
She heard the knocks on the door and heard voices as it opened. Rowan opened her door and with her heart in her mouth from nervousness, she walked outwards and into the corridor. At the top of the stair, a few feet away, she saw Legolas standing in the doorway, shaking snow from his cape and stamping his booted feet. As Rowan stepped onto the top step of the stairs, it creaked making Legolas look upwards towards the sound. On seeing Rowan standing at the top of the stairs, seemingly glowing in the lights of the hall, Legolas stared opened mouthed and he stayed that way until Rowan came down to the bottom step.
Rowan laughed at Legolas's expression. "Do you plan to stay that way all day sire?" she asked as she stood next to her father, who had come to welcome the visitor.
"Rowan!" Letherod scolded taking Legolas's cloak himself and bowing low. "My lord. It's an honour."
Legolas flushed slightly by Rowan's comment, but his heart pounded in his chest as he stood near her. Her elven grace came forwards as she walked down the stairs and her dress made her eyes greener than ever. Legolas, hiding his blush, nodded to Letherod, then turned and smiled to Rowan.
"Nay my lady. It is just such a difference seeing you in a gown that makes even one so fair, more beautiful."
Rowan felt the blood rising to her face and raised her hand to hide her cheeks. "And how is my patient?" Rowan asked, changing the subject. Her keen eyes noted the white line above his eye was all that remained from that slash wound obtained months back.
Legolas subconsciously touched his scar with his fingers and smiled gently. "All but gone Rowan. Your healing skills have cured me of many things."
Rowan nodded and with hand offered she guided Legolas into the main hall and to the seating area near the main fireplace. Evergreen leaves decorated the hall and berries gave colour, making it feel festive and inviting. As Legolas, Rowan and her father sat a pitcher of mulled wine and silver goblets were placed onto the table and a plate of sweat treats put alongside.
Rowan leant forward, her hair slipping over her shoulder, as she picked up the pitcher and began to pour the warmed wine into some goblets.
Legolas watched her with deep intensity. He had not realised how much he had missed her until her saw her at the doorway and being now so near and yet so far hurt him much.
Letherod watched Legolas and smiled inwardly. Rowan had never found a husband, healing being her first love. Letherod also knew that with her heritage, most of the Mirkwood elves would never have considered marriage with Rowan. Letherod's heart then felt heavy, feeling at fault for the burden that Rowan carried but also never regretting for marrying her mother. Rowan looked so like her.
It had been so hard when Rowan's mother died shortly after giving birth to her only daughter. Letherod was made to pledge that he would let Rowan do what she wished and this he held true. For her seemingly frailty at times and strength in others, Letherod knew his daughter was the dearest thing he had in his life. To lose her would hurt the most but as he sat and watched his daughter pour the wine and the reaction from Legolas, Letherod knew that maybe, this time, his daughter's happiness may be at hand.
As he leant back onto the soft cushions and took the goblet offered from Rowan, Letherod said, "So my lord. Are you ready for tomorrow for I think it will be a good feasting for all."
Jolted out of his reverie, Legolas turned and smiled warmly. "Aye Letherod, that I am. I love midwinter Solstice." And glancing back at Rowan and taking the offered goblet that she held for him added, "Winter this year, I feel shall be special time for us all."
Rowan lowered her head; suddenly intent of looking at her wine and hoping that Legolas had not seen her cheeks redden yet again.
Letherod and Legolas talked of the preparations ahead whilst Rowan watched silently. She studied Legolas closely, how he sipped his wine, how his hair glittered in the firelight.
Rowan jolted at hearing her name, realising that she had been caught daydreaming. "I'm sorry, can you repeat that? I was thinking of other things."
Letherod smiled gently at his daughter. "I said I wondered if you wished to come with me for a ride in a few hours before the sunsets. The north of the wood is particularly beautiful at this moment," Legolas asked.
Rowan saw her father nod slightly and knowing that he agreed Rowan smiled warmly. "I would love to my lord."
"Good!" Legolas exclaimed, rising from the seat and placing the now empty goblet back onto the table. "I will return shortly. I have two good horses that need the exercise," and then, bowing to them both, walked to the doorway and grabbed his cloak from the peg.
Rowan and her father arose and followed their guest to the door.
Legolas attached his cloak around his shoulders and pulled the hood over his blond hair. Bowing slightly to Rowan, he said, "'Till later my lady."
Rowan nodded in token and watched as Legolas opened the door and let himself out. The winter wind pushed new snowflakes into the doorway and they fluttered around Rowan's long skirts. Rowan shivered with coldness from the wind as she shut the door. She then turned and went back to the chairs and the warmth. Her father followed her. He knew how elven males attended to their chosen ladies and saw the look on Legolas's face. He recognised it as a look he had when he saw his beloved many years ago.
Rowan saw her father watching her and raised her eyebrow in question. "I have always loved you my darling daughter," Letherod hoarsely whispered as he held his hands out to his daughter, who took them willingly, then sunk down so that she sat at her father's feet.
"I know father. As much as I love you," Rowan whispered, aware that this time of year made her father lull over times past. He had never remarried and Rowan always had a closeness to her father that her brothers never seem to have.
Rowan squeezed her father's hand and he stroked her hair. For over an hour they sat like that, talking of old times and memories of her mother.
Presently, Rowan knew that she had to change clothing if she was going to go riding. Reluctantly, she arose, kissed her father on his forehead then made her way to her room. In the wooden closet she found her riding clothes, thick wool in the tone of a newborn deer. Fine brown leather boots were on the side of her dresser and when she was finally dressed, she sat on her bed and put the boots on. To make sure her hair was tamed, she undid the ribbon, then splitting her hair into three pieces, Rowan plaited her hair. She then tied it again with the ribbon. Soft tendrils framed her face, which she subconsciously stroked behind her ears.
Rowan heard the knock on the door and knew that Legolas had returned. Grabbing her cloak of elven wool, with a fir trim to keep out the cold, she quickly left her room and came to the bottom of the stairs as the door was opened. The snow had stopped falling and Legolas stood at the entrance and waited until Rowan had her cloak about her and attached with a Rohan style pin she had bought at the last spring solstice fair.
As Rowan walked outside the hall, she saw the horses. Fine beasts both. One of grey and one of chestnut, and their breath steamed in the cold air. Ready for the ride, the chestnut pawed the ground and whinnied.
"Come, let's get on. I want to show you something," Legolas called as he led Rowan over to the grey horse. Assisting her with mounting, Legolas said, "This one is called Windchaser. He is sure of foot and will keep you safe."
Rowan watched Legolas jump with ease onto his mount. "And what is yours called?" Rowan asked, as they began their ride.
"Mellon," Legolas replied.
They rode silently until they were away from the homestead.
"Tell me about your mother Rowan. I want to know what she was like," Legolas asked softly. The horses trod carefully on the soft snow and all that could be heard was the jangling of the horses bits and tack. Rowan felt compelled to answer and as they rode, she told Legolas of how her mother met her father and how, after much struggle, accepting that they could not live apart. She bore him two sons and herself. At this Rowan paused and Legolas looked across to see the pain of memories on her face. Reaching across, Legolas gently touched Rowan's hand and she turned to see concern on his face.
"I never meant to hurt you with the question. Please forgive an elf that should know when not to pry."
Rowan smiled gently. "Legolas, my mother died shortly after giving birth to me. The healers could not save her as she lost a lot of blood. When I found this out, I swore to be the best healer there was and for the time being, in this area at least, I heal those who have need of me. Both elf and human alike." Rowan looked away into the woodland and saw the sunrays piercing through the trees.
"I know of my heritage and many a babe and mother I have saved. I guess to make up for the mother I never knew." Rowan looked back at Legolas, who's face was full of ompassion.
He then turned and said, "Come this way. It's a special place I know," his feet making the horse jump and canter over the hillock. As they came over the ridge, Rowan saw before them a lake. She had known of the lake of Mirkwood and had been here once in the summer many years before. It looked so different now. Grey and black shadows danced with twinkling snow, like diamonds scattered.
Legolas rode downwards and stopped as he neared the water's edge. As Rowan's horse came alongside, Legolas dismounted and held his own horse, then grabbed Windchaser's bridle whilst Rowan dismounted. He then took them to a side of a tree and tied them off. Rowan waited till he returned and as he passed, Legolas gently took Rowan's hand and led her to a stone seat by the lake. All was silent near the lake apart from a flock of geese that flew honking over head. Rowan watched them as she sat down on the stone, the coldness sinking through the wool of her clothes.
Legolas stood beside Rowan and looked outwards onto the lake. "The reason why I have brought you here is to show you something from my life. Before the fellowship. Before all the evil had arrived onto this world. I want to let you know the person I am and the things I have done. Some of which I am ashamed of," Legolas whispered.
He turned and faced Rowan, then came and sat besides her. As they sat, Legolas explained the story of the fellowship, how he had seen Gandalf seemingly die. How then he had become confused as elves knew not of death and to see his friends hurt so much by the loss of Gandalf was unsettling. He had felt emotions that he had never felt before. Then he told of the joy of meeting Gandalf the White. Legolas smiled at the memory. He then told of how he had stood at Helm's Deep, ashamed that the elves had not joined the battle and angry at being one of a race that was seemed against men. Then with joy, as he saw elven troops run up the ramp into Helm's Deep.
Rowan sat in silence, watching the mixed emotions cross across Legolas's face. When he was finished, a single tear fell down his cheek. Unbidden, Rowan's hand came upward and wiped the tear away and Legolas leant into her touch then leant back. With one of his hands, he reached down to his side and removed a small pouch.
"This belonged to my mother. She gave it to me many many years ago when I left to go to Rivendell and no one has seen it apart from myself, my father and her," he paused, "and now you." With nimble fingers he undid the ties of the pouch and shook out its contents. The necklace fell onto his hands and he untangled the strand. It shone in the sunlight and Rowan saw it.
Mithril!
Rowan gasped for such a rare metal was hardly seen, so closely guarded by the dwarfs that most elves had never seen Mithril, let alone owned a piece.
Legolas tenderly held it among his fingers and shyly watched Rowan's reaction.
"Legolas, it's beautiful. You have a great treasure in your hands. Do you know how rare that is?" Rowan whispered, truly awed by what she saw.
Legolas smiled gently and carefully undid the clasp. He leant forward and placed it about Rowan's neck, his gentle fingers touching her neck, making her shiver from the bottom of her spine to the top of her head.
Rowan watched with open mouth as Legolas leant back and she felt the cold metal against her skin. Looking downwards, she picked up the pendant on it. An exquisite horse leaping with life, its life force almost captured in the rare metal.
"It's . . . it's" Rowan stammered, unsure of herself as she stared at the horse, swinging gently on the fine chain that it hung from.
Legolas moved closed to Rowan and whispered, "This is for you. You saved my life and I owe you something in return."
Rowan was shocked and her hand dropped the horse and it fell against her chest as both her hands came upward to undo the clasp. "No, no Legolas. I never asked for payment. I cannot accept this."
Legolas firmly but gently grabbed Rowan's wrists and brought them downwards. He looked deeply into Rowan's eyes as he huskily said, "I want to give this to you. If you won't accept as a thank you, then as a gift for winter solstice."
Rowan shook her head. "Legolas, you give too much. I cannot . . ." her words cut off as her lips were touched by Legolas's.
His gentle lips sent shivers through her. After a few seconds, he leant back and smiled gently. He then let her wrists go and placed his hands on hers. "Rowan," he said deeply. "I have opened my soul to you. I fear I have lost my heart also."
Rowan sat shocked, first at the gift, then at the kiss and now with the information that Legolas had just imparted. Not knowing why, Rowan's eyes felt moist and tears began to fall down her cheeks.
"Oh Rowan, please don't cry," an edge of panic in his voice.
"I.. I, oh Legolas," Rowan cried. "You have no need to give me anything but you took something." Legolas frowned until Rowan added, "You stole my heart when you left the inn."
Legolas smiled gently and leant forwards again, his gentle fingers wiping away the tears and his lips gently roaming over Rowan's. To Legolas's deep pleasure this time she replied in kind. His tongue slipped into her mouth like a thief and the sensation felt extremely pleasurable as his tongue met Rowan's. Rowan moaned slightly as the kiss deepened. Rowan felt Legolas's hands loosen and surround her shoulders and she leant into him, his mouth demanding to be kissed.
Slowly, he pulled back. "Rowan, dearest one. For nearly three thousands years I have been alone. No one has touched me so deeply as you have."
Rowan stroked Legolas's cheek, her heart thumping so hard she felt it might leave her chest and fly away. Legolas's right arm moved Rowan closer to him so that Rowan's head rested against his shoulder. Kissing her hair, his other hand grasped Rowan's, Legolas let out a sigh of contentment. He had never dared to feel how he now felt and he knew that he would never been the same elf again.
Rowan snuggled into Legolas's shoulder and closed her eyes, enjoying the warmth that they shared.
They sat there for sometime and watched the sun beginning to set over the tree line, the shadows getting longer and stretching across the snow making it a glitter like yellow diamonds. Legolas, Realising it was time to leave, kissed Rowan's head once again and whispered, "It's getting late. We must go back."
Rowan sat up and nodded. Legolas slowly stood up, guiding Rowan to follow. As they stood together, Legolas placed both hands gently around Rowan's chilled cheeks, leant down and kissed her. As they kissed, Legolas's hands came down and around, pulling Rowan too him so tightly that he felt her heart against his chest. Rowan's arms surrounded Legolas, her soul soaring with the joy of him.
They pulled apart, knowing that the ride back would be the last time they would see each other until tomorrow. Hand in hand, they walked to the horses, then parted to mount.
They rode back in silence, holding hands as they rode side by side. As they came to the Letherod homestead, they stopped.
"I will see you tomorrow Rowan. My heart is heavy with parting from you and I don't want to leave you. I never want to leave you. Winter solstice is tomorrow and we shall have tomorrow together."
Rowan nodded her heart heavy. She didn't want Legolas to go.
Legolas lifted her hand up to his mouth and kissed her fingers gently, making Rowan's body shiver with pleasure.
"'Till tomorrow, carrier of my heart," Legolas whispered, as Rowan dismounted and stood a little way so the Legolas may turn the horses round.
"'Till tomorrow." Rowan replied her hand on the pendant that Legolas had given her.
~*~*~*~
Rowan slept fitfully, Legolas in her dreams. She lay on her back and with her eyes shut, imagined that he lay beside her, holding her. How she missed him! She had never felt this way before and the emotions filled her with such warmth that despite the chill of her room blankets were thrown off.
Her fingers found the pendant and lovingly, Rowan kissed the horse, then slept again.
The early morning sun crept through her bedroom window and touched Rowans face. Rowan slowly opened her eyes, and then remembering what had happened the day before, her heart leapt with joy. She would be with her Legolas for most of the day and with that thought on her mind, she rose quickly and got washed and dressed.
The dress Rowan had picked for the days celebrations was floor length, with a line that followed her contours perfectly. The colour of deepest blue, the fabric almost shimmered so that it changed colour into silver. It was lightweight for dancing. The neckline and wrists had embroidered decoration of silver thread and amethyst and sapphire beads that glittered in the light. The cloth whispered as Rowan moved, gliding with her body as though it was alive.
Rowan smiled. This was a new dress, a present from her father and it seems, her father had the best of taste, knowing what would suit his daughter. Rowan felt the necklace and in half a mind, decided that it was a piece to be seen. She placed if over the top of her neckline of her dress so that the horse fell just above her breasts.
Rowan smiled with memories of Legolas as she brushed her hair, then catching the sides in her fingers, she plaited both sides then tied them together at the back of her head. The rest of her hair was loose and fell to her waist.
Rowan picked up the entwined metal circlet that once belonged to her mother. Silver and gold encircled each other like living tendrils, organic in design, as was the nature of design for elvish circlets. Rowan gently placed it on her head, the band fitting perfectly so that it sat in the middle of her forehead and encircled her head totally.
Rowan peered at herself in her mirror, turning this way and that. Hoping that she would wear the dress to do her father justice in the gift, Rowan bent down and placed the soft-shoes on her feet then left her room to go downstairs.
Sounds of laughter met her as Rowan came to the bottom of the step. The whole clan seemed to be there. The entire family, aunts, uncles, cousins, all kith and kin were there. Rowan turned to see her brothers and father together, laughter coming from all three. Rowan smiled as she walked over and Bragath turned.
"Sister of mine!" he yelled as he rushed towards Rowan and in one movement grabbed and swung her around.
"Bragath!" Rowan squealed with laughter and Bragath set her down.
Bragath hugged her hard and whispered, "I heard that Legolas had chosen. I see that he has chosen you."
Rowan pushed back and looked at her brother. Then she remembered Legolas's present and her hand came up to it.
Bragath smiled broadly then guided Rowan towards the clan.
Letherod hugged his daughter as the sound of family filled the hall. Letherod has spied the gift from Legolas as Rowan had returned last night and knew full well what it meant. "Come daughter. My beautiful Rowan. No one shall be as fair as you today. Let us eat breakfast, then we leave to go to the Mirkwood hall."
Rowan kissed her father tenderly on the cheek, as he led her to the top table. Rowan's stomach felt knotted with nervousness. Her father and brothers knew of the gift. How many others would know?
~*~*~*~
They arrived late morning to Mirkwood Hall. Her father, who then led her into the area where Mirkwood Hall lay, assisted rowan from the cart. Rowan looked around in wonder for Mirkwood Hall was the most beautiful place she had ever seen and it still made her shiver. Its beauty never faded, despite the times previous that she had been there. The party lights glittered on the steps as they led upwards into the treetops. Rowan saw other Mirkwood elves, laughing and shouting salutations of the winter solstice. She smiled as her father led her up the stairs, lights glittering and music filling the air. They eventually came to the hall; evergreen garlands hung low over branches, multicoloured ribbons swaying in the gentle breeze. As Rowan entered the hall, she saw the various members of the other clans of Mirkwood. Several elders greeted her. Being the daughter of Letherod, it was her birthright to be on one of the top tables. As Rowan mingled and chatted to friends and relations, her eyes darted around looking for a glimpse of Legolas but as time went on Rowan felt her heavy heart in her chest. Her fingers stroked and caressed the pendant around her neck absentmindedly as Rowan wondered when the Prince of Mirkwood would arrive.
Eventually, Rowan felt she needed a little peace, for she found it hard to be happy when her love was not there and so sought refuge on one of the balconies attached to the hall.
As Rowan placed her hands on the cold railings, she looked down and saw the lights of houses, dwellings, paths and walkways shone before her. The sound of the party drifted from behind her and she hummed to the music being played. After a few minutes, she heard the heavy fabric being moved aside and thinking it was her father or brother, Rowan turned her mouth open to start a comment on how she was all right but as she turned she saw Legolas standing before her.
Silently, the gently smiling Legolas came over to Rowan and held her in his arms, his breath against her forehead as Rowan's arms, unbidden, surrounded the firm torso of her love. Her hands slipped over the elven silk of his tunic and pressed his muscular body against herself. She inhaled deeply, drinking in the smell of him.
Drawing back slightly, Legolas tipped his head forward and his lips found Rowan's and they kissed long and deeply. The parting, though short, had been long in the lover's minds and they had deeply missed each other.
After a moment, Rowan drew back and whispered. "I thought I would never see you."
Legolas kissed Rowan's forehead. "Never doubt that I will not be here for you. This winter solstice has given me another reason to love life and I want to share it with you.
"I am not sure what the elders would say." Rowan whispered as she tiptoed upwards and leant her cheek against his.
"Pah for the elders!" Legolas snorted, then quietly "It is my choice whom I choose for love and in you I had no choice." Legolas gently rubbed his cheek against Rowan's, feeling the softness against his, then pulled away slightly to look again into Rowan's green eyes.
"I love you Rowan, daughter of Letherod. I want you to take me as your life love."
Rowan's face was soft; her eyes searching his for the truth in the words he spoke and could see only the truth of them. Rowan leant forwards, their lips barely touching and her hands up to his face, her fingers following the lines of his cheeks and jaw line. "I choose you Legolas, Prince of Mirkwood as my life love and husband," she whispered and saw a gentle smile cross Legolas's lips.
To seal the word, a kiss was given with no thought of anything but oneness. Legolas's firm lips and tongue stole Rowan's heart as they slid over hers.
Laughter distracted them enough to part, just as the curtain parted again and Rowan's father appeared.
Seeing Legolas with his arms around Rowan's and noting their nature, Letherod felt slightly embarrassed but hid it as he said, "Ahh Prince Legolas. I see you have met up with Rowan."
Legolas smiled and pulled away from Rowan slightly but his hand found Rowan's and held it tightly. "Indeed." Legolas replied. "In fact Letherod, you are just the elf I need to speak to."
Letherod raised his eyebrows in surprise but waited for what Legolas had to say.
Legolas looked at Rowan, then stepping forward; he let go of Rowan's hand so that he may be formal in the matter at hand. "Letherod. I love your daughter. I formally ask for her hand in marriage."
Silently, Letherod turned his head and studied Rowan. She stood, both hands grasped in front of her. He could tell that she wished it so. Looking back at Legolas, Letherod held out his hand. "I know that Rowan loves you. I know that you will care for Rowan and never hurt her. She is my only daughter Legolas. I know I have picked the right man to look after her."
As Legolas realised what Letherod had just said, he smiled broadly and grasped Letherod's hands with both of his own, then letting go, turned and watched Rowan run to her father, holding him tightly. She sobbed with joy making her father's tunic quite damp and forcing him to push her away slightly.
"Careful lass!" he laughed "Tears have no place for a time like this! Come, let us leave this chilled balcony and go back to the party."
Rowan stepped back to find Legolas at her side, his hand finding hers and he squeezed it gently.
"Besides, Legolas, I think you have to tell your father your choice don't you?"
Legolas's eyes went wide when Letherod reminded him of his duty to the king then gently smiling; all three went back into the main hall. Legolas, Rowan and Letherod walked through the crowds to the main dais of the room where Legolas's mother and father sat talking to courtiers and clansmen alike.
Legolas bowed on coming to his father, then walked up the few steps and stood next to him. "Father." Legolas whispered. "I need to speak to you."
The king of Mirkwood smiled gently at his youngest son. "Speak then."
Legolas turned and walked back to Rowan and led her up the steps. "Father, this is Rowan. The healer I told you about."
The king looked at Rowan, who curtsied low in the presence of royalty. "Rowan. It seems I owe you something for saving the life of my son."
Rowan blushed. "I require nothing for payment sire," she replied her eyes on Legolas. The king noted her stare.
"There was something you wished to say Legolas. We waste good feasting time."
Legolas came forwards and knelt before his father. "Father. I have come to know Rowan. It seems our destiny is to be together. I love her father. I have asked her to be my life love and she has accepted."
The king's eyes went wide and felt the touch of his wife's gentle hand on his arm. She had been watching and had seen the pendant that hung around Rowan's neck. The king turned to see his queen nod slightly. He then turned back to look at Legolas, then saw Letherod at the bottom of the steps.
"What do you say of this matching Letherod?"
Letherod bowed deeply, then rose upwards and walked up the few steps. Bowing again, Letherod replied, "My daughter I freely give to the one she loves and it seems it is your son sire."
The king looked back at Legolas, who now stood and whose hand had grasped Rowan's. He watched as she trembled slightly.
"Well my son. I am aware of Rowan's heritage. Letherod, your wife, though human, was a fine lady. You are both aware that Rowan may not hold the key to immortality. She may live longer than a normal human but not as long as an elf. Legolas know that you may live far longer and once Rowan has passed, your life will never be the same. Even though, do you still want to marry?"
Legolas was aware that this may be the problem that his parents and the elders see in the pairing but knowing now how Arwen felt for his friend Aragorn, Legolas replied, "Yes father. I am aware of the risk but my heart and soul ignore the need of flesh. I cannot live without Rowan. For me, to do so would be death itself."
The king nodded silently, knowing how the love of an elf cannot be changed for there was two ways to kill an elf, in battle and in affairs of the heart. The king sighed as he realised that his son had made his choice. Though it was not what the king had intended he could not deny love and its strength. His wife's grasped the king's hand and he sensed her love for him and her child. With that touch, his mind was made. "It seems your mother and I are alike in our reply. Fine, It is settled then."
Legolas leapt up the final step, hugging his father and mother tightly. He then turned and ran towards Rowan and picked her up and swirled her around the dais. Most of the groups in the hall turned to see the spectacle. The King stood and the music stopped.
"My lords and ladies. It seems I have news that will gladden your hearts. Winter solstice is a time for new beginnings and so my son has decided on new beginnings of his own. Allow me to introduce to you my son and his chosen. Rowan, daughter of Letherod."
The crowd clapped and a few cheered. Rowan felt dizzy and grasped onto the railing of the dais. Legolas saw the movement and held her tightly to him. Lords and ladies of the various clans of Mirkwood came to the dais and congratulated the couple, Bragath and Timith, Rowan's brothers ran towards Rowan and hugged Legolas and Rowan both.
Soon, the feasting had started the music joyful and upbeat. Laugher filled the air as Legolas and Rowan finally found a little peace in the antichamber used by the royal family of Mirkwood.
Rowan shook both with emotion and excitement. The commotion of the congratulations and the emotion of proposal and acceptance had drained her. They sat on a long padded day bed. Legolas passed a goblet of wine into Rowan's shaking hands, then to stop them shaking, held Rowan's hands. Rowan smiled apologetically to Legolas and he chuckled.
"Rowan, forever you surprise me. In midst of battle, your head is on your shoulders but when it comes to tonight you are like a deer being chased. Calm down."
"It's all happened so quickly Legolas. I am still dazed and amazed by it all."
Legolas sat down and placed an arm around the still trembling shoulders and squeezed Rowan. Rowan sipped her wine, thankful of the quietness of the room and the closeness of Legolas. They heard a rustle behind them and they turned to find the Queen of Mirkwood standing there.
"Mother!" Legolas exclaimed, jumping to his feet. Rowan rose and curtsied, still trembling.
The Queen moved silently towards Rowan and Rowan stood, her head bowed. Rowan felt a gentle warm hand under her chin and it raised her face up so that she stared at the Queen. She smiled warmly.
"I feel a need to meet properly the elven maid that has stolen the heart of my youngest child," her gentle voice said, as she let go of Rowan's chin and looked deeply into Rowan's eyes, as if reading her soul. Rowan felt uncomfortable at the scrutiny but held her ground and looked directly back. Rowan heard the queen's voice in her head. 'Do you love my child?'
Rowan's eyes widened but replied. 'With all my heart and soul your highness.'
Legolas came to stand beside Rowan wanting his mother to like Rowan and his mother felt her son's nervousness. The Queen smiled and turned slightly; she leant forward and kissed Legolas on cheek. "Don't worry Legolas. You have chosen well. I can see no other in Mirkwood that would keep you heart safe and well." She then leant forward and kissed Rowan on the forehead.
"Welcome to our family Rowan." The Queen whispered as she backed off then turned back to the door for the main hall.
"Don't be long Legolas. You must do your duty as son of the King."
Legolas bowed slightly as his mother left, then turned to Rowan and held her tightly against him.
"I guess our time alone is at an end. We must go back," he whispered.
Rowan gripped onto Legolas, not wanting the time to end and Legolas smiled at the closeness. His head came down and Legolas kissed Rowan softly, yet firmly. His tongue making her tingle all over and took her breath away. Her arms came up and surrounded Legolas's shoulders; her fingers entwined in his hair and stroked his neck. Rowan's fingers as they crept around Legolas's neck made him shiver and moan with pleasure. Rowan inwardly smiled and carried on the caresses, making Legolas hold Rowan even closer to him. Rowan felt the heat from his body through his shirt, as his hands came from around her back to her hips and stroked her sides. The warmth in Rowan built, and not knowing what to do, she broke away from Legolas's kiss, her breathing laboured.
"Gods Rowan. Are you sure you're not an enchantress? I have never felt that before. What is it that you do to me?" Legolas gasped his hold still firm on Rowan.
Rowan looked up to see Legolas's eyes wide with amazement, the greyness darker than she had ever seen.
Rowan lowered her hand so that it caressed Legolas's cheek and edged his lips, making Legolas kiss her fingertips.
Legolas smiled gently and closed his eyes. Then sighing, he pulled away from Rowan, his hand finding hers.
"Let's go and have some fun my love. The night is full of pleasure for us both."
Rowan sighed deeply, then understanding that their time would have to wait, Rowan laughed as Legolas pulled Rowan back into the main hall. The music was joyful and for a long time Legolas danced with Rowan but then Letherod stepped in and for a soulful song, he danced with Rowan. Letherod revelled in her joy but also felt sorrow for his child had grown into a woman.
As they danced, Rowan saw Legolas speaking to his father. Legolas's face was angry as he glanced at Rowan, then his head bowed in resignation. He nodded and left the dais.
"Are you all right my love?"
"Yes dear heart." Legolas replied his heart heavy but on his face a smile.
Later, after the feasting was over, in silence, Legolas walked Rowan home. As their light feet crunched over the snow, Rowan's mind reeled. Legolas's hand felt warm in hers. The moon shone through the trees making the woodland a magical place to be. Silver light speckled and shone on the snow and ice and Rowan never stopped loving Mother Nature and the beauty that it bestowed.
As they came to the homestead, Legolas pulled Rowan to him. She could feel heaviness in his heart as they walked home. As they kissed, Rowan held Legolas to her. As they parted, Legolas glanced downwards.
"Your heart tells me your unhappy my love. Tell me why."
Legolas held Rowan to her and placed his head against her. "I need to leave in the morning my love. I have family business to attend to. I will be gone for several months but I will be back for spring," Legolas whispered.
Rowan's heart felt so heavy at these words that it felt that would break. Tears came unbidden to her eyes and as Legolas looked at Rowan's face, the tears twinkling on her cheeks.
Legolas hurt so much when he saw Rowan cry. Unused to emotions that he felt, Legolas felt completely at a loss to make things better. Rowan, realising that Legolas felt the same made the decision for them both.
"I feel its best we part tonight for tomorrow would be too hard to face."
Legolas nodded, emotions robbing him of his voice. He held on to Rowan as if his life depended upon it.
Rowan never wanted to leave Legolas's side. She wanted to stay in his arms forever but knowing that this could never be Rowan pulled back. "My love, forever you have my heart and soul. Come back safe and well my dear heart."
"Rowan. Know that every day that I am away, my heart will stay here with you. The months will pass and in the spring we shall be together. Then we shall join." Legolas whispered emotionally.
Rowan nodded, then as they kissed their final kiss, Rowan knew what she could do to ease the pain.
As they pulled away from each other, Rowan undid the pendant and put it around Legolas's neck.
"Bring this back to me. Keep safe charge until you return."
Legolas felt the cold metal against his skin and for a second he was against the idea, but then he saw how Rowan wanted him to have the token.
Nodding silently, Legolas kissed Rowan on the forehead, then turned and walked back to Mirkwood hall. His heart making his steps heavy. Rowan watched until she couldn't see him anymore, then fresh tears welled. They continued to fall as she walked through the door and put her cloak on the peg.
Letherod saw his daughter arrive and saw the tears. Concerned for his daughter, he walked to her. Later during the feasting, the king had warned Letherod of the vital mission that Legolas had to undertake so that he may comfort Rowan.
Letherod held his daughter tightly too him. Memories flooded back to when he had to leave his wife for acts of leave called for by the King of Mirkwood. Rowan's mother had wept just the same and as he held Rowan, his heart felt heavy at the burden of females and the love they bear.
~*~*~*~
The months seemed to take years to pass. Rowan busied herself with the health of a village that was situated near the borders of Mirkwood. A pestilent illness had decimated most of the village but she had saved men, women and child alike but she had tended to the dying more oft.
Once the situation had eased, Rowan left the village and returned home. The first rays of bright morning sunlight flickered through the trees as she entered the wood. The snow had gone and spring had arrived and as Rowan rode through the wood, small colourful flowers seemed to litter the ground like a carpet. As her horse passed through the flowers, the sweet scent filled the air and Rowan inhaled deeply. The scent was almost intoxicating and Rowan smiled at the pure pleasure of life, sunlight and sweet smelling flowers. It was such a contrast to the pain she had seen that the humans had bore during their plague.
Rowan rode gently back to home. It took her most of the day and at midday; Rowan stopped at the river to water the horse and to take substance herself. As she sat, enjoying the sun on her face a sudden noise made her wary of her surroundings. Bandits still hovered on the borders of Mirkwood and though Rowan knew she was safe enough, she wondered if a bandit had followed her in thinking she was an easy target. Her father and brothers had taught her how to fight with both short sword and scimitar and Rowan had become adept at both.
Rowan slowly slid her short elven knife from its sheath and seemingly relaxed to someone who may be watching, waited poised to see who was out there.
"Rowan," a voice whispered from the woodland.
Rowan frowned and peered into the woodland, her elven eyes and ears sensing the direction of the call.
She suddenly felt movement behind her as she turned, poised to strike; a figure pushed her backwards and fell on top of her. Flailing wildly using all four limbs, Rowan struggled against her attacker. In the struggle Rowan had not looked at her attacker, more determined to stay alive than to worry what he looked like. Strong arms held down her arms and forced her hand open and she watched her knife fall from her hand.
Realising that death was probably near, Rowan stopped struggling and with eyes closed, accepted her fate. Softness fell upon her lips, making Rowan confused. Opening her eyes, above her lay Legolas. The shock of seeing him made her jolt with shock and Legolas chuckled.
"Legolas? What? . . . Where?" Rowan stuttered, too shocked to speak.
Smiling broadly, Legolas eased his grip on her wrists then moving his hands slightly, placed his own on hers. "Your father told me where you where. I had come to find you. It seems that you found me instead."
Rowan quickly slipped one hand from Legolas's and slapped Legolas on the arm.
"You frightened me Legolas! I thought a bandit had come and followed me back. Hounds teeth Legolas, don't you ever do that again!" Rowan cried, angry at the trick but thankful to see her love again.
Legolas laughed out loud, then bent down and kissed Rowan again. His body came down onto hers, then slid sideways as the kiss deepened. Rowan, her heart still pounding from the shock, slid her arms around Legolas's neck and shoulders and felt Legolas place one arm under her neck, the other across her body and around her waist.
They lay together for sometime, kissing and talking of each other's business over the four months.
Legolas watched lovingly at Rowan's exquisite smile as the sun came through the trees to where they lay. He reached up and picked a small lilac flower, then stroked Rowan's face with it. Rowan giggled as the flower tickled which made Legolas's heart sing. Never, in the past two months, had his soul been at peace. He had missed Rowan so much that at times; it was hard to complete the task he had been assigned.
Rowan sighed in deep pleasure. She felt whole once more. Her soul had been returned to her.
Rowan opened her eyes to see the sun catch the mithril horse that hung on a chain around Legolas's firm neck. With one hand, Rowan lazily reached up and touched it with her fingertips.
Legolas watched, then sitting up and turning so that he faced Rowan, undid the clasp and returned the horse pendant to Rowan's neck. As he leant over to fix the clasp, he felt the warmth from Rowan's neck and remembering what Rowan's fingers had aroused him at the winter solstice, his lips followed his fingers. He felt Rowan stiffen, then heard a slow moan of pleasure. Smiling slightly, Legolas followed Rowan's neck back to her ears and her jaw line.
Rowan leant forwards into the warmth and pleasure from his touch. Rowan's hands grasped at Legolas's tunic as his hands entwined into Rowan's hair. Using his tongue, he traced the line from Rowan's ear to her chin, leaving an erotic trail behind him.
Legolas's lips trailed downwards following her neck, feeling the pulse in her throat. Oh how fast it her heart was beating!
Rowan moaned again, her body doing things that Rowan had never felt or even anticipated before. It felt so right for his touch to be there, that Rowan went with the flow of pleasure that Legolas gave to her. Rowan's hands came upward and grasped around Legolas's neck and shoulders. As Legolas continued downward to the top of her breastbone, Rowan tilted over slightly to caress and kiss Legolas around his head and neck.
Legolas felt the touches and felt rushes of shivers shoot through him, making him shiver with pleasure. Unbidden, a moan escaped from his lips as Rowan's hot breath fell onto his neck and ear. He felt her warm moist lips on his skin, her tongue gently stroke the inside of his ear.
Legolas slowly leant Rowan back onto the soft grass. His hands came down and rested under Rowans arms, the heat from her body arousing him more. Rowan leant into Legolas with all of her body. Legolas's gentle administrations aroused Rowan higher than before. Trembling slightly, Legolas moved one arm upwards and across to where the ties lay for Rowan's tunic. His deft fingers undoing the binding quickly and as he pulled the fabric aside, his mouth followed the fabric. Rowan felt the air on her skin and opened her eyes to the sky. The blueness of spring weather shone and as Legolas's mouth weaved its magic on her body, Rowan's shook with emotion.
Legolas brought his head away from Rowan's warm skin, and was awed by her beauty. To him, Rowan seemed like a river sprite, peach skin that was as soft as elven silk. Rowan smiled at Legolas's expression, and gently stroked his face. Legolas drank in the image of Rowan and that image kept him warm on nights before they joined. Rowan lay there, her top undone and parted, her small breasts moving gently in time with her breathing. Rowan's auburn hair spread around like a halo. Legolas had never seen such beauty and was truly overwhelmed by the emotions he felt.
Rowan watched gently, then, as if feeling the emotional turmoil that Legolas felt, drew Legolas to her, so his head rested on her bare chest. His hair spread itself over her neck and shoulders and Legolas was lulled by the heartbeat of his love. They lay like that for a little while; occasionally Legolas would kiss Rowan's chest, as Rowan would stroke Legolas's head and back.
The chilled wind came and realising it was time to leave if they were going to get back before nightfall. Legolas sat up and watched Rowan sit and do up the thongs on her under tunic and over tunic. Nimbly, Legolas stood and pulled Rowan up towards him. Rowan shook her hair and Legolas smiled.
"I will never ever be amazed to what you can do to me." Legolas said huskily as he pulled Rowan into his waiting arms.
"Good then my love. Your soul sings to me as mine does to you. Our final moment will soon be here dearest heart."
Legolas smiled into Rowan's hair, then pulling away, each found and mounted their own steeds and rode back to Mirkwood.
Legolas leant over and kissed Rowan forcefully when they came to the entrance of Letherod's homestead. As they released, Rowan touched her slightly bruised lips.
"So that my kiss will stay on your lips till next we meet Rowan. Till tomorrow for I think my parents will want to speak to your father about the ceremony. Now that I am back, it will be held as soon as possible."
Rowan nodded silently, then grabbing Legolas's hand, kissed his fingers.
"'Till tomorrow then deepest heart."
Legolas nodded his head, then using the reins and slight touch of his legs, his stead cantered off towards Mirkwood Hall.
Rowan, rode her horse into the stable yard, dismounted and led the horse into its stable. Rowan began to undo the bridle straps, taking the bridle off with one swift movement. She hung it on a hook designated for the purpose it held then Rowan turned and undoing the girth strap, she slid the saddle off from her horse and hung it on its resting-place. Rowan bent down and picked up a handful of straw and turning, twisted the straw into a bundle and rubbed the skin down.
When Rowan was finally finished, she left the yard and went to the homestead. As she opened the door, she saw her father talking to one the elders of Mirkwood. She walked over to Letherod and gave her father a kiss on the cheek, then turned and said.
"Greetings Lord Talath. I hope you are well."
Talath nodded and replied. "Well enough Rowan. You look well."
Rowan smiled for she knew her hair was knotted and a mess and she smelt of horse and long days away. "You are too kind Talath. So what brings you this far away from Mirkwood hall."
Talath looked at Letherod, then back at Rowan. "I was just discussing the ceremony with your father. You are marrying a prince after all."
Rowan blushed, for after the earlier encounter with Legolas, Rowan had forgotten that Legolas was the king's son.
"The ceremony will be held the day after tomorrow Rowan. Tomorrow we need to visit Mirkwood Hall," Letherod said, as Talath took his leave and left Letherod and Rowan alone. Then, with nose wrinkled, Letherod added, "Rowan, you need a bath."
Rowan chuckled, then kissed her father again then ran upstairs. She took off her riding clothes, put on an under shift, then ran down to the back of the hall where the hot pool stood. It was fed by a natural spring and though the air was now chilled, the water steamed. Rowan disrobed and slowly lowering herself into the hot water. Though elves did not feel extreme cold or heat, the human part of Rowan remained just enough so that she was sensitive. She hissed through her teeth as her shoulders came under the water then stayed perfectly still until her body had acclimatised to the waters temperature.
Rowan then plunged her head under the water and rubbed her scalp. As she came out of the water, Rowan leant over and grabbed scented sand and began to rub vigorously her scalp and body. As she rubbed, her thoughts of Legolas in the wood earlier made her inner core heat. As her bath finished, Rowan stood up and dried herself with wonderful elven towels, rough to dry but soft enough to moisturise elven skin.
Rowan's skin tingled as she put on her under shift and walked back to her room. Opening the door and entering, Rowan noted a heavy scent and a posy of spring flowers sat in a vase on her side table next to her bed. Rowan bent forward and inhaled deeply, the scent reminding her of earlier intimate moments.
A slight cough brought Rowan out of her reverie and she turned to see her father in the doorway. "Legolas brought these to you whilst you were washing. He said it was to remind you of this afternoon," the last part of the comment, making Letherod's eyebrow raise in question.
Rowan smiled gently and walked over to her father and hugged him. "We had a pleasant ride back father. I commented on the flowers as we rode past that's all."
Letherod, noting that Rowan was hiding something, and aware of the honour of the family felt it was his duty to ask. With his sons he hadn't had the embarrassment as he felt now and Rowan felt something was wrong.
"Nothing happened father. We enjoyed each others company that is all. Dearest father, I would never bring shame to our family."
Letherod stared at his daughter. Could she read his mind?
Rowan saw her father's face and laughed gently. "You taught me well on ethics and honour father. I would never do anything to bring dishonour to our family."
Letherod, amazed at how his daughter had grown into a wonderful woman, just held his child to him, then quickly released. "Food is ready for you when you are ready. Then you can tell me your travels."
Rowan nodded, then kissed Letherod as he turned to walk out of the door. She watched him disappear, then Rowan turned and grabbing a bone comb, she sat on her bed, looking through her window to the sunset and combed her hair in silence, her memories full of the touch and love of Legolas.
That evening, as the fire light glowed, Rowan sat next to her father and brothers and spoke of the tragedy of the village. Letherod shook his head as Rowan described the pain she had witnessed and how the disease had practically decimated the whole town. Bragath frowned, unused to hearing such things.
"Rowan, how can you say such things of what you have seen? Does it not make your heart break for the knowledge that you hold may not be enough?"
Rowan shrugged and lowered her head. "Bragath, I chose my calling without hesitation. I understand more than most elves, the pains that humans share. Don't forget Bragath our mother was human."
Bragath blushed, embarrassed by his sister's answer. His eyes saw his father's expression. Pain was etched on Letherod as he placed an arm around Rowan's shoulders and hugged her.
"We are luckier than all elves my children," he whispered. "We hold an insight to both races and the benefits and the negatives of both races. You are lucky that you hold the secret to immortality. Not all children of elves and humans hold this."
Timith looked at Bragath, and seeing his distress, touched him gently on the arm. Bragath smiled slightly to reassure but his heart still felt heavy. He missed his mother and the pain of losing her still remained; though centuries had passed.
Letherod, noting his son's distress, leant forward and placed a hand on Bragath's and Timith's shoulders. "Your mother would have been so proud of you all. Bragath, your skill in bow and sword near excel Legolas himself. Timith, your skill with music and verse have entertained us all."
Letherod, leaning back to look at Rowan, added, "Your skill and compassion to all races make you rare."
"Without your guidance and love father, none of us may have taken our paths. Mother would have been so proud of you," Rowan replied as she reached forward and held her father's hand.
Bragath and Timith voiced their agreement as they leant forward, also placing their hands on Rowan's.
Letherod smiled benevenontly at his children. "And now, Rowan, you take another path in a few days. Legolas will be a lucky elf."
Rowan chuckled, as she blushed. Bragath started to giggle at the sight of his sister's discomfort. Soon all were laughing, the gloomy air dispelled as they talked of the coming wedding.
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