Title & Chapter Number: Well Met 3/5
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 Three - Preperations
The next morning was another bright and beautiful spring day. Rowan opened her window to her bedroom to let the early morning air come into her room and Rowan basked in the spring sunshine and smelt the woodland air. The scent of the flowers Legolas had brought her still hung in the air.
As Rowan dressed, she heard voices downstairs and one particular voice caught her attention. Finishing quickly, she opened the door and walked downstairs to where she saw a group of elves in travelling clothes surrounding her father and brothers in greeting.
One female caught her attention. She had blonde hair as most elves had, but her figure had changed. With eyes widening, Rowan realised it was her best friend Annastea!
Making the distance from the stairs to the group in quick time, Rowan stood next to her friend and placed a hand on her shoulder. Her friend turned a frown on her face, which vanished when she saw Rowan.
Smiling broadly, Annastea turned and said, "Rowan! How wonderful to see you!" as her arm wrapped themselves around Rowan's shoulders. Rowan had trouble reciprocating due to the bump between.
"Annastea! I had no idea! I am so pleased to see you," and looking down to the swollen pregnant mass of Annastea's abdomen, added. "And I see there is something you missed on your last letter?"
Annastea laughed at Rowan's wondrous expression. Annastea's husband came over and smiled at Rowan.
"Ellerod, I see that you have been looking after Annastea." Ellerod blushed slightly, but placed a loving arm around his wife.
Annastea had met Ellerod at a gathering at Rivendell several years before and they wed the following year. Rowan was pleased that her best friend was happy but also sad that Annastea had decided to move to Rivendell with her new husband instead of staying at Mirkwood. Rowan had missed her company greatly and that was one of the reasons she had left to go onto the campaign to the villages. Rowan was bored and with no close friend to plot with, she felt it best to help with the campaign. Rowan looked at her friend and realised the love that Annastea and Ellerod shared was the same intense love that she and Legolas shared. Grabbing Rowan's hand and dragging her over to the couches, Annastea chuckled.
"Now tell me. Your father wrote to us a few months back to tell us of the wedding and to invite us. I want to know everything. It seems that I am not the only one keeping secrets!"
As they talked, Ellerod, being the dutiful husband, sorted out the accommodation, then came over with a tray full of sweet meats and fresh juice.
They were soon chuckling with old stories of adventures shared and soon the food and drink were gone. Annastea stifled a yawn and Rowan, realising her friend must be near end term and easily tired offered her room to rest in.
Annastea smiled. "I think it best Rowan if Ellerod and I settle into our accommodation. I would not want to impose on you. You will be stressed enough tomorrow without me sleeping in your room!"
Easing slowly out of the couch, Annastea stood and paused. "Legolas is a rare elf Rowan . . . and so are you."
Rowan smiled gently as she hugged Annastea and kissed her friend gently on the cheek, honoured with the compliment.
Annastea and Ellerod left to go to the nearby homestead for visiting elves. As Rowan watched them walk down the path, her father came to stand beside her.
"You never told me you had invited Annastea." Rowan said, a smile on her lips.
"You never asked me child. Besides, with everything you two have been through, I knew you would want her here."
Rowan turned to see her father watching her with love. She hugged him. "I am a lucky child father."
Letherod chuckled. "Yes," he replied, "and now its time to go the Hall for the wedding meeting."
Rowan nodded, then turned to grab her travelling cloak. As they rode to Mirkwood Hall, Rowan's stomach felt as tight as a knot making Rowan feel slightly sick. Seeing Rowan's discomfort and nerves, Letherod smiled and placed a reassuring hand on his daughters. Rowan smiled but kept her silence. The birds in the trees called loud and clear as the sun shone through the trees. The first buds had come onto each branch and stick and Rowan enjoyed the spring wind on her face.
Soon enough, they arrived at Mirkwood. Tall elves of the palace guard held the horses as Rowan and her father dismounted. Rowan stood at the base of the stairs and looked upward into the canopy of the trees then felt her father's hand in her own. Smiling gently, Letherod led his daughter up to the palace. Its elegant form nestled amongst the tree forms. Though not as elegant as Rivendell or Lothlorien, it held its own special quality. The Mirkwood elves were Sindarin. High elves from time past. And with that time came a special organic design in their art. The walls green as spring leaves led up to roofs shaped of summer tree canopies. The doorways and windows brown and elegantly gnarled, shaped as boughs and knotted tendrils. Rowan often thought the palace itself was a tree tamed over time to house the high born of Mirkwood.
Rowan saw Legolas standing at the door of the palace. He bowed in respect to Letherod then smiled gently at Rowan and held out his hand. Rowan let go of her father's hand and accepted Legolas's, his warmth seeping into Rowan. Legolas then led them into the main chamber, through a side door by the dais. Rowan recognised it as the entrance into the ante chamber that Legolas and Rowan had rested the night of the midwinter feasting.
The Queen sat on a long couch and watched as they entered. She smiled as they came in and offered them seating. Food and wine sat on silver plates and goblets next to the chairs. Legolas sat next to his mother, ensuring Rowan was on his other side. Letherod sat on the other side of the Queen.
"Welcome Letherod and Rowan. Letherod, you really must come here more often. I miss your wit and counsel for at times politics can be tiresome," The Queen said gently as she poured the wine into the goblets and proceeded to hand them out. Letherod smiled gently as he accepted his.
"I have no need for politics now your highness. It's the only reason why I stay at my homestead. I leave the arguing to the young these days."
The Queen chuckled at the answer and nodded. Then looking at Legolas and Rowan, the Queen smiled. "And now we have another celebration! Rowan, the arrangements have been made. The ceremony will be held at the sacred grove tomorrow at sunset. Your father has your dress and the catering has been organised though I think our cook will have a breakdown before tomorrow. Kwerie frets that it has to be perfect for you and my son." The Queen looked downwards, chuckling to herself. "Bless her, she has been with us since your father and I were married Legolas and she frets so!"
Letherod smiled at the memory of his own wedding and his family had been similar in fretting for no good reason.
The Queen looked upwards to face Rowan and Legolas. "Your dwelling has been built between the homestead of your father and the palace. I hope you like it Rowan. I have had great guidance from your father in what you like.
Rowan's eyes went wide. She was so caught up just in getting past the ceremony that she had forgotten where Legolas and she would live afterwards. Legolas laughed at Rowan's expression.
The Queen looked amused as she added, "I take it your father never mentioned it?" Mouth still open, Rowan looked at her father who was grinning broadly. Never has he seen his own daughter so shocked!
"No . . . no your highness. My father never mentioned a thing," Rowan stuttered.
The Queen nodded. "I have known your father for most of my lifetime and I know how he loves surprises. There is nothing more to say unless you have specific requests."
The Queen paused for a second, then realising that no request would be asked added, "Fine then. It is all settled. Legolas, take Rowan to your new home so that she may find it agreeable. Letherod, stay here and keep me company a while."
Letherod bowed his head as Legolas stood and bowed slightly in respect. He then turned, and led Rowan out of the hall. Rowan, still stunned at the news of her own homestead, followed meekly.
Legolas laughed out loud at her expression. "Rowan. Dearest heart. We will live together. I do not fancy staying in the palace for we shall get no peace nor do I fancy living under your father's roof. He does not need newlyweds to upset his household!"
Realising what Legolas was implying Rowan blushed with embarrassment. Feeling for his bride to be, Legolas wrapped his arms around Rowan and comforted her."Do you know Rowan, when you blush you are even more beautiful?"
Rowan breathed deeply as her head pressed into Legolas's chest, inhaling horse and woodland scent. Pulling back slightly, Rowan looked up to Legolas. "Take me to our home Legolas. I want to see it."
Legolas smiled gently, then kissing her quickly on Rowan's forehead, Legolas led her downstairs to the waiting horses.
Soon, they were galloping through the woods towards the house and at first Rowan didn't see it. As they rounded a corner Rowan saw a small homestead nestled amongst the trees. Very similar to her fathers dwelling, Rowan pulled the horse up to stop and sat, looking at the view. Legolas rode slightly ahead then realised that Rowan had stopped. He turned his horse around and led it back to where Rowan was. Legolas watched Rowan intently as several emotions passed over her face. To reassure, Legolas placed a hand on Rowan's. "Come, let's take a look."
Rowan nodded and followed Legolas to the front of the home. Newly planted climbers where placed either side of the main door. Soon there would be sweet smelling flowers framing the door to be enjoyed as they came and left their home.
Rowan dismounted and walked to the door. She noted gentle carvings as her fingers swept over the smooth wood. Legolas watched from behind, a small smile on his face. He watched his love as she wondered at this home. It was like watching a child with a wondrous toy and Legolas enjoyed sharing this moment with Rowan.
Rowan slowly pushed the door open and walked into a spacious room. Light came through the high windows and streamed down to the luxurious carpets that lay covering the mainstay of the oak floor. Rowan turned around looking everywhere. She noted the fine carving, the organic way the beams came up into a spreading bough to carry the roof. As she walked through the rooms, she came across the kitchen and back passages. Rooms where here for assistants to run the house. Legolas followed silently allowing Rowan to delve into her new home. Rowan went upstairs and walked into every room, noting the fine fabrics and hangings. The final room Rowan came across was the main bedroom. The colours of the room where the colours of the forest. Green of foliage coloured fabrics, cream of spring sun on the walls. Oak flooring and centre place was a large double bed. The dark brown wood highly polished and ornate in decoration. Rowan walked over to the side of the bed, her fingers running over the fabric that covered it. Elven woollens and silks of varying hues of cream and green enveloped the bed and the softest pillows to lay on. Rowan turned to find Legolas watching her, his obvious joy in watching her on his face. He walked forward and slowly took Rowan's hands in his.
"This is ours Rowan. Do you like it?"
Rowan let go of a deep sigh and rested her head on Legolas's chest. "I cannot believe it still Legolas. This is too good for me."
Legolas chuckled into Rowan's hair then kissed her forehead. "I am one of the Princes of Mirkwood don't forget. That counts for something you know."
Rowan looked up into the face of her smiling lover. She felt safe here. The atmosphere was calming and encompassing. Legolas lowered his head down to Rowan's and kissed her softly, his soft lips roaming on hers and his arms came around her shoulders and pulled Rowan into him.
Rowan's arms went around Legolas and felt his body heat through his tunic.
Legolas pulled back slightly, his warm breath against her cheek. "I have never felt such happiness in all my years than I have in these last few days." Legolas whispered.
Rowan closed her eyes and rested her head against his chest, his heart reassuring beating against her.
They held each other for some minutes, and then Rowan lifted her head from Legolas's chest and peered upwards. Her heart and soul, her other half of life, her deepest desire and her closest friend stood here with her and she felt whole but realising that it was time to leave this place, Rowan pulled back.
Her stomach grumbled loudly and Rowan laughed. "I think it's time for us to find some food."
Legolas nodded, then hand in hand, they walked their way through and down and out into the open air. The sun had passed noon and Legolas admitted that he too was feeling hungry.
They mounted and rode back to Mirkwood Hall. There, Legolas ordered food to be served on one of the balconies that hung from his rooms. He then guided Rowan to his rooms of residence.
As Rowan walked into the main room, she noted the fine hangings but also the weapons. Several bows and quivers hung from hangers held onto the wall. Swords of various styles and sizes mostly sheathed in beautiful leather and silver decoration lay on several chests and tables. A large long lounge chair with deep upholstery sat against the wall on her left with a table in front of it. Several sconces for candles stood around the room. The air smelt of leather and woodland scents.
Legolas again watched her, feeling a little embarrassed for the state of the room but also proud. "Do you realise you are the only one that has seen my rooms outside family and close friends Rowan? Please excuse the mess," He added as he lifted up a sword sheath from the chair and finding the correct sword, placed it into the sheath. Legolas turned and saw Rowan feeling the bow given to him by Galadriel. Her fingers gently slipping over the strong powerful wood.
"These are the precious items that you live by?" Rowan whispered as she turned and saw Legolas watching her.
He smiled gently as he placed the sword down onto the table beside him and walked over to Rowan. "Yes," Legolas replied. "But I fight only when I need to. I am not a violent elf Rowan but I hate to see injustice and cruelty in this world. Beauty and peace is what I strive for but I know that hate and destruction are in this world as well. I have seen too much hate and too much cruelty to last a thousand lifetimes. I have known loss and have grieved for friends lost. I have learned all about the bad things in this world the hard way."
Legolas closed his eyes and his shoulders sagged. "I crave peace. I crave love. When I saw Arwen and Aragorn together, I saw what I was missing in my own life. I felt incomplete." Legolas felt a gentle touch on his face and instinct of a warrior made him jump. His eyes opened to see compassion on the face of Rowan. Her hand still lifted to where his cheek was. Ashamed at his own reaction, Legolas grabbed Rowans hand and pressed it against his cheek as though his life depended upon it.
Rowan saw raw emotion run through Legolas and felt honoured. Elves rarely showed their true emotions.
A knock on the door broke the spell. Legolas looked up sharply, then realising it was the food, nodded to Rowan to walk to the balcony as he turned and opened the door. Taking the tray and nodding his thanks, Legolas turned to see Rowan leaning on the balcony. The late sun shone deeply, causing her hair to glow like a copper halo. Legolas caught his breath as he walked carefully to the balcony. He placed the tray on the table and sat on the bench. Rowan turned and came and sat beside Legolas. She watched his strong hands pick up the pitcher and pour cooled wine into two glass goblets then took the glass from Legolas. Sipping the pleasant wine, she sighed with contentment. The birds surrounded the palace of Mirkwood and sang their eventide songs. The rustle of the trees made Rowan's shoulders sag with release. Peace reigned at this moment and Rowan felt that there could be no better place than to be here, right now. Legolas draped an arm around Rowan's shoulders and Rowan snuggled into her love. They sat there for some time, enjoying the chillness of the wine, the sweetness of the fruit and the shared companionship. As the sky changed colours, deep purples, pinks and oranges, Rowan felt the welcoming heat from Legolas as the air chilled. The food and wine was gone, and they rested on the couch. Legolas lay now, his torso resting on the side of the bench and pillows eased the hardness of the seat. Rowan leant against his chest; her body snuggled against him. Legolas told Rowan of his childhood and how he had learnt the bow and sword. Legolas chuckled every so often at the memories and Rowan smiled.
Soon night came and as darkness covered them, Legolas realised it was time that Rowan left for her homestead. Silently, Legolas eased upwards and stood, leading Rowan out of the palace and down to where the horses stood. Rowan opened her mouth but Legolas put one finger gently on her lips to silence her. Rowan smiled and nodded as Legolas slowly bent forward and kissed her. Then fingers around her waist, Legolas lifted Rowan up on to the horse. Ensuring that she sat safely, Legolas leapt up behind her. His arms surrounded Rowan as he felt for the reins and Legolas felt Rowan's body heat as he snuggled into her. Taking the reins from the guard and nodding his thanks, Legolas used his legs and hands to guide the horse down the path towards Letherod's homestead.
As they rode, Legolas wrapped himself around Rowan enjoying the closeness of her. He smelt the scent of her hair as Legolas rested his head on Rowan's shoulders. Legolas shivered inwardly in pleasure at the simpleness of the situation. His thoughts drifted to the next day and what would happen. A pang of nervousness hit Legolas's heart for tomorrow night he would join with Rowan. Nervousness was an uneasy feeling that Legolas had rarely felt and it surprised him when it came.
Soon they were at Rowan's homestead and Legolas eased off from behind Rowan and held his arms up to help her off. Legolas did not want to leave Rowan, his heart almost bursting because of it but no words were said. Rowan tip toed upwards and pressed her lips against her love. She felt his arms come up and frame her face, deft fingers teasing her earlobes. Rowan sighed at his touch but knowing that her father or brothers were watching them and not wanting to give them more ammunition for teasing, Rowan broke away from Legolas's touch. "Till tomorrow my deepest heart. Stealer of my soul," Legolas whispered as he watched Rowan, smiling gently, walk backwards away from him, then turn and run into the house.
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