Almost a week had passed since the wedding, Wren awoke to the smell of breakfast wafting through her room. She tried to focus, but her eyes were heavy with sleep, and she felt stiff and sleep deprived. She yawned wide and stretched, before removing some strands of hair that were stuck fast to her face. She blinked in the bright sunlight that poured through the open windows and cast dappled shadows on the floor.
There was a tall blond elf, barefoot in the kitchen area of her single room cabin, leaning over a small wood burning stove, clearly cooking something. He wore a loose linen smock and fitted leather breeches. His impressive physique was clearly visible and almost intimidating in its stature and perfection.
"Glad you finally decided to wake up, it's almost mid-morning," he said, without turning around.
"Perhaps you should not cast judgment, just because you have no need of sleep Elf-Lord." Wren grumbled, though not without a hint of merriment. "Someone should have warned me the ramifications of marrying an elf... I am exhausted." She teased as she pulled on a light cotton tunic over her shoulders that had been laying on the floor, she was not sure whom it belonged.
"I slept, albeit briefly." Legolas responded as he turned towards her, his smile wide.
"If you have no need of sleep, that should leave more time for chores ... which should in fact bode well for our marriage." Wren gestured to the clothes that were strewn about the cabin.
"There are various activities that I would rather occupy myself with, other than chores ... Legolas grinned, as he turned back to the stove.
"One of them cooking, I hope?" Wren said in jest, "I am delighted that you stayed long enough with Strider, so that he could expand your skillset."
She walked soundlessly across the room and put her arms around his waist and peeked over his shoulder.
"What are you serving up for breakfast, meleth nín?"
"Some cured ham and fried eggs, served alongside the last of the bread, lightly toasted."
"Excellent. I am glad we shall not go hungry, contrary to the expectations of my mother and the twins."
"Well, we have all but finished our store of food, so we will need to make a trip to the village today, if you wish to eat tonight."
Wren sighed, "Ahh, I have enjoyed our sweet respite from the village, and not just because it is quiet here ... But I suppose we had better let Nerwen know that we haven't been kidnapped by orcs or starved to death."
At that moment, her ears caught the slightest sound of something approaching. She looked swiftly to Legolas.
He had heard it already and gave her a reassuring nod, "I believe its Strider and Beringil arguing, on their way here, I would imagine. Possibly accompanied by the Peredhil brothers, but I can't be sure. They will likely be here in a couple of minutes. You should probably put on some appropriate attire." Although as he spoke, he cast an appreciative glance over her current outfit.
Wren yelped and hurried to find something suitable to wear, while beginning to haphazardly tidy the cabin.
The elf was correct, in not less than two minutes, a voice they knew well called to them from below.
"Good morning! I hesitate to disturb two newly-weds on this fine day – however you have had nearly a week of respite since the wedding and there is a matter we need to discuss..."
"Mae govannen, gwador nín," Legolas called down to them. "Come on up!" As he lowered the hoist and threw down an additional rope ladder.
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Unspoken ( A Legolas Love Story )
FanfictionAFTER the Battle of Five Armies, an elf prince journeys to the north of Middle Earth in search of the mysterious Strider. But to also escape the grief of a 'love unspoken' as well as the oppressive regime of his father, King Thranduil. There among t...