Gimli grumbled after taking another sip of his drink. “Legolas and Rayne have been gone for quite a while.”
Aragorn looked at Gimli. “The lady did say she wanted to speak with him alone, Gimli.”
“Yes, but I cannot help being curious as to why she did.”
“Before you ask, Gimli, I am as well, but I cannot just eves-drop on them.”
“Aragorn, just this once, will you?” asked the Dwarf.
Aragorn sighed with frustration and walked to the spot where Legolas and Rayne were. His face showed concern as he secretly observed them behind a bush. He could hear them talking, but could not make out what they were saying. He suddenly noticed that Legolas had moved closer to her. This surprised him, as the Prince of Mirkwood never felt comfortable around women, be they Elf women or not. He remembered how quiet he was around Eowyn of Rohan, though his face always showed that he liked her. He was just the opposite around Rayne. But something bothered him about Legolas falling in love with Rayne. If they ever found a home for her, Legolas would have to let her go. Aragorn, being Legolas’ best friend, knew that his heart would be broken beyond repair if he had to let her go.
He managed to get closer to them, hid behind another bush, and listened.
“You mean what you say, milady?” asked Legolas, his sapphire, elven eyes widening with surprise.
Rayne hesitated. “Yes, Legolas, I do,” she said, finally.
Legolas just sat silent.
She trembled, with both fear and anxiousness, as she spoke. “Galadriel said that…that you feel the same way. Do you?” She hoped for a good response.
To this, Legolas smiled and looked at her with care in his eyes. His glance was so beautiful and breathtaking that Rayne could not stop her blue eyes from welling up with tears. He was so beautiful, but she did not feel as though she were anywhere close to being as beautiful as him. She felt humbled to be in the presence of such a beautiful creature.
Aragorn watched all this secretly, knowing what was going to come next.
Sure enough, Legolas embraced her tightly and pulled her close enough that her head rested on his chest. She was nervous at first, but he smooth, steady beat of his heart calmed her and soothed her fear. He could feel her trembling and embraced her even tighter.
“Do not fear me,” he whispered. “I would never hurt you, Rayne.”
It wasn’t long before he tilted her head upward and, with a smile across his fair face, moved his head closer to hers. She let his lips touched hers and he began kissing her passionately. He gently stroked her back with his right hand while his left stroked her hair. Rayne had never been kissed before, but she never even imagined being kissed by such a beautiful creature. She began to feel weak, but Legolas’ loving embrace kept her standing.
Slowly, Legolas broke the kiss and looked into her eyes. She was crying, silently.
“My sweet Rayne,” he whispered, “why do your eyes shed tears?”
“I’m happy, Legolas,” she answered. “These tears I shed are tears of joy. I’m happy because I found…where I belong. I belong with you in your home, Mirkwood. For me, there will be no place and no one more suitable for me.” She paused. “I love you, Legolas.”
Legolas’ eyes slowly welled up with joyous tears and he began to cry soundlessly as well. “And I you, Lady Rayne,” whispered the handsome Elf, his sapphire, elven eyes shimmering under the moonlight.
Aragorn quietly walked back to join Gimli, Frodo, and the others.
I must talk Legolas out of this, thought Aragorn, for he knew what Legolas’ father, Thranduil, would say if he wished to marry that of mortal flesh.
That was a little short, I know, but I haven’t had much time to write long ones ‘cuz of school and all. Bites, doesn’t it?