Feä Bond (Legolas x OC)

Blissful morning

To celebrate Frances' birthday, here is another chapter !

Legolas was happy. Incredibly, numbly and incommensurably happy. Even more so that the last time his father had praised him, more than he had ever felt in his entire long life, more than he felt he deserved. Yet, his heart basked in the feeling, for it danced in his soaring chest, radiating with joy.

The elf was slouched over the hard-wooden headboard, a few cushions haphazardly thrown under his body to prevent the awkward position from causing stiff muscles. But he didn't mind. Every single part of him was tingling happily, for in his arms lay the lady of his dreams. A lady, mind you, not an elleth. No doubt his father might have a few coloured words about it.

If he ever saw him again, which was doubtful. Not that he cared at the present moment. No. Nothing else mattered than the sleeping form spread over him.

The first sunrays had woken him from his slumber, the deepest and most incredibly deep meditation he had ever experienced. For a while, the elf wondered if he had not fallen asleep; a strange feat for one of the firstborn. That would certainly explain the awkward position in which he lay, and the weight slouched over him. Then the light graced his skin with its welcome warmth, and he had opened his eyes slowly.

The most beautiful sight greeted him, taking his breath away. Some fiery strands of smooth silk had caught fire in the morning glow, scattered over his left arm like a shiny waterfall. Behind them, he could scarcely distinguish Frances' peaceful features as she slept, her face buried into his tunic. Eyes closed, long eyelashes brushing her cheek like a caress, lips as red as a rosebud, she looked as lovely as ever. Her features, so peaceful, had never been so perfect.

Legolas blinked, unsure, for a moment, about being awake. But the soft breeze coming from the window told him so. If his heart soared in happiness, remembering – at last! – the night before. Stunned speechless by the sight of Frances resting peacefully in his arms, he could only stare and relish in his luck. He had kissed her, and pledged his troth, and convinced her of his undying love, a love he would keep alive for eternity!

The reminder of her lips upon his own, soft and pleading, was enough to call a smile upon his face. Yes, there were uncertain times ahead. But she loved him, as much as he loved her. Of this, he was sure. Her concern for his welfare alone, her distress at the idea of him fading, should have been enough. But he had felt it as she settled to sleep against him in the night, her body slackened as he rode Arod back to Minas Tirith. Their bound had called to him with renewed vigour, fuelled by their mutual consent.

Gone was the feeling of impending doom, its harshness forgotten for a moment of happiness. Legolas was no fool. He knew that Sauron would stop at nothing to wipe every other life from the surface of middle earth. But in this blessed moment, he could not hoist his spirit to care.

Granted, the dark Lord would probably have a good laugh at him when he would appear at his door with a spring in his step, the happiness of newfound love on his lips. What would the Maiar know of love, of the pure joy to look upon another's face and just be happy that he exists in the world?

Legolas sighed of contentment. If he died before the black gate, he would at least die a happy ellon. Fulfilled. For the first time since he was born, he felt complete. And from the soft sigh that escaped Frances' mouth as she started to rouse, the sentiment was shared.

The young lady stirred slowly, reluctant to leave his arms as much as he was reluctant to let go. Perhaps she would need a little space? After all, she had barely moved an inch when he had set her in bed beside him, keeping her close. When her eyes fluttered open, she squinted a bit, looking every bit a tiny little animal in the sea of her hair. Then, a look of awe passed over her features, soon followed by a spark of uncertainty.