Title & Chapter Number: Well Met 4/5
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 Four - The Ceremony
Legolas heard Gimli before he saw him and laughed. Never before had he seen his dear friend in such finery and it looked so out of place for Gimli. Legolas was used to battle hardy, dirty and short tempered Gimli and there he now sat, dressed in dwarfen finery with elven maids around him listening to his boasts of war conquests.
Legolas approached and Gimli shouted, "Legolas! About bloody time!" as he ran to his friend and hugged him tightly.
Legolas stood, the wind quite knocked out of him but a huge smile across his face. Gimli leant backwards and laughed.
"Gods Legolas. I knew you would find a way of getting me into fine clothing but I never thought you would get married to do it!" Gimli laughed again and stood back. "You look well elf. It's damn fine to see you."
Legolas smiled. "And you my friend. Come and sit awhile and tell me your news. The ceremony won"t be for another hour."
~*~*~*~
Rowan stood, Annastea bustling as much as she could around her. Rowan's dress was of the finest silk, a gift from Galadriel herself. Annastea had brought it with her from Rivendell and Rowan wore it with wonder. Silver was the colour but as with Lothlorien cloth, it shimmered and shone as if a million stars had been caught in the thread of the weaver. Rowan's hair was placed in curls and surrounded her face. It fell in deep auburn waves around to her waist. A band of gold encircled Rowan's head with the smallest of white flowers tucked between the band and her hair, the scent of which was heavy and rich. Finally Annastea stood back and admired her handiwork.
"Well Rowan, I don"t think Legolas will recognise you." Annastea whispered with a gentle smile. She could sense the nerves in Rowan, though Rowan hid them well. Rowan smiled at Annastea then turned to look into her mirror and admired herself. The dress was stunning. Her father had chosen well.
There was a gentle knock against the door and Annastea opened it to find Letherod standing there. His elven finery, making him a dominant and handsome figure. He stood open mouthed as he saw Rowan turn. Never before had he seen his daughter look so beautiful. Silently he stepped forward and cradled his child's head in his hands and kissed her forehead.
"It's time" he whispered.
~*~*~*~
The glade was shaded and quiet. Hues of yellow, orange and red filled the sky with eventide. Elves, man and dwarf stood around the glade, waiting silently. Legolas stood next to Gimli and Aragorn awaiting his love to arrive. Female voices unseen began to sing softly in elvish, praising love and all it could bring to the receiver and giver. Arwen walked slowly into the glade from the only opening. An unlit candle was in either hand. Following her was Rowan, her dress twinkling and shining with the evening sun as she walked down the path into the glade with her father at her side. Letherod's guiding hand leading to where Legolas stood.
Legolas held his breath in awe at this vision as Rowan came into the clearing. Legolas swallowed hard and was visibly moved by what he saw. Aragorn reached for his friend and patted him gently, Legolas turned and smiled in reassurance to Aragorn that he would be alright, then turned back to see Rowan standing by him.
Legolas's mouth was dry, his heart pounding. Nerves hit him like a rock and to ease them, he unclenched and clenched his hands several times.
Thranduil, king of Mirkwood, held the ceremony. He came forwards, dressed in Elven finery with precious stones adorning his tunic neck edge and cuff. The king smiled gently to both children of Mirkwood. His own flesh and blood had chosen well for Rowan wore her heart and her pride as though it was part of the dress. The elvish singing stopped and there was silence once more.
In a loud and sure voice, Thranduil looked up and began. "For those who are not elvish, I will explain. The ceremony is short but exact. I will speak the words and you will speak the guidance."
Then turning his attention to Legolas and Rowan. "Legolas, Prince of Mirkwood and Rowan, daughter of Letherod. The end of the day has come but the beginning of a new life is about to start. These candles signify you both. Arwen if you please."
Arwen smiled gently and nodded. She placed each candle onto the altar either side of a large candle, which already resided there. With a lighted taper, The King of Mirkwood turned and began to light the first candle.
"As life and the universe decreed. Love and light are stronger than all things." Thranduil lit the second candle and blew out the taper and placed it gently on to the altar. He then picked up both candles simultaneously and held them upwards.
"Love each other for all time for only death can part you. As two become one." And at this, both lit candles where placed onto the wick of the bigger candle which came alive and flickered gently in the breeze. The King of Mirkwood placed the smaller candles back down onto the altar top and picked up the larger candle, which he carried as he turned round. He stood facing the throng before him and looked down to Rowan and Legolas.
"NOW YOU WILL FEEL NO RAIN." Thranduil chanted.
And the elves, man and dwarf replied. "For each of you will be shelter to each other."
"NOW YOU WILL FEEL NO COLD."
"For each of you will be warmth to the other."
NOW THERE IS NO LONELINESS FOR YOU."
"For each of you will be companion to the other."
"NOW YOU ARE TWO PERSONS."
"But there is one life before you."
The king placed the candle into Legolas's hands and then taking Rowan's hands and placing them onto Legolas's and his own said.
"GO NOW TO YOUR DWELLING PLACE."
And the others replied. "To enter into the days of your togetherness and may your days be good and long upon this earth."
Slowly, as one, Legolas and Rowan turned around, a hand each holding the candle and began to walk silently out of the glade and to their home. The congregation followed them, the King and Queen in the lead.
~*~*~*~
The candle was placed upon the shrine of the homestead of Legolas and Rowan. Its gentle light flickering as Aragorn said the last part of the ceremony.
With a gentle expression and knowing that Arwen was by his side, his voice, though low, carried to all. "And the wind said, may you be as strong as the oak, yet flexible as the birch; may you stand tall as the redwood, live gracefully as the willow; and may you always bear fruit all your days on this earth."
A great cheer entered the household with the final word said. Legolas turned to Rowan and held her for relief flowed through him. Rowan was his and he was Rowan's and no one could ever change that. As he bent downwards and his lips felt hers, another cheer filled the room. Legolas turned sharply to see most of Mirkwood and his close friends and family seeing his love for Rowan and now Legolas didn"t mind one bit.
The congratulations and hugs ensued for both where overwhelmed by the love of their friends and family. Soon the music started with gentle elvish voices and instruments filling the air and the wine flowed.
Legolas led Rowan to his mother and father. The King of Mirkwood smiled as he took Rowan's hand and gently kissed it. "Welcome to our family Rowan. Legolas is my bravest son and you are brave to tame him. For that, I admire you. I feel this house," Thranduil paused, as he looked around the room, then continued. "Will give you the haven you seek."
Rowan curtsied and replied, "Thank you your majesty. I know that this will be a happy home."
Legolas smiled at Rowan, his hand reaching for hers. Rowan turned slightly to gaze at Legolas.
"Go now! For this is a celebration for both of you." The Queen chuckled. Legolas turned and kissed his mother on the cheek, then turned and pulled Rowan into the throng.
The King of Mirkwood sat down besides his love. "You did well my love," the Queen whispered as she watched Legolas laugh. It had been too long that Legolas had laughed for joy and it was pure pleasure for the Queen to see her son so happy. She felt her hand being lifted and her husband kissed it gently.
"Do you remember our joining day?"
The Queen smiled at Thranduil, a glint in his eye. Her smile broadened as he kissed her fingers again.
"I do beloved. I will never forget it. Nor, do I suspect will you!"
The King chuckled. "Your quite right my darling love. I will never forget that day or night!"
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