I feel something touch my cheekbone lightly and I slowly open my eyes to the morning light that fills the white chamber. I thought I wouldn't be able to sleep well but it seems, even if I had dreams last night-good ones-, that I am fully rested and comfortable. With my love back at my side I know that I am once again at peace.

I realize that it is his nose that's gliding on my cheek, a soft chuckle escaping through his closed lips as he smiles.

My head lies on the feather pillow that's on top of his arm.

I feel the soft silk under my cheek as I turn my head. "Hello there," I say weirdly with my nose touching his.

"'Quel amrun mela en' coiamin," he responds as both of us have our eyes shut. (Good morning love of my life)

"No one's gonna come in are they?" I ask after a few seconds.

He chuckles.

I laugh as well and open my eyes to find him already staring into my pupils, his showing bigger and rounder than they ever have. There was something my mother used to tell me about that. She said if someone's were very dilated when locked with yours it meant that they loved you.

My eyes skip around in his feathered iris of different shades of blue. His eyelids close slightly when he looks down and then back up, his fingers lacing with mine. We push our palms together in the air and I smile, our eyes still locked, unable to move away from each other.

"Does your father even know we're wed? Does he even know we were a thing to begin with?" I ask.

He frowns, realizing that I think he hasn't told him about us. That he forgot?

"Oh..." I mutter deeply. "Wait a minute you didn't even tell him about me?"

He lifts his eyebrows. "Well to be fair we were focused on war when we visited Mirkwood... and after as well. And then I was dead."

"You weren't dead," I roll my eyes. "Just dramatically paused."

He frowns at first but then laughs me off like I'm silly.

"But seriously if you never told our dad about us, I feel like-... what are we going to tell him...?"

He thinks about this in a pained way that makes me laugh.

I prop myself up on my elbow, the sheets still over my bare chest luckily-wait that doesn't even matter anymore... "Does he even know you're back?"

"Yes he does. He spent the day with me yesterday." He pulls his body up until he is leaning against the pillows halfway sitting up.

"We both thought you were dead. At least I think he did... But he comforted me when I broke down..." I trail off.

His eyes look into mine with innocence and sympathy at what I said.

I shrug. But after a moment of silence I change the subject. "Can I ask you a question?"

"Certainly."

I squint and sit up, holding the sheets to my chest for some reason when I do. But I pin my arms to my sides to keep it there. "I know you've lived for thousands of years but... surely that was not the first time... last night."

He opens his mouth just a tad and almost laughs nervously, looking out towards the center of the room. "Well since it was the first time I have married, then yes, love."

"Really?" I seem surprised. But thinking harder about the customs of this world, it seems they wouldn't ever do anything like that until marriage. And Aragorn had said that elves only love once. And people here only marry once... at least I'm pretty sure. I know that the elves only marry once.

"Was that yours as well?"

I think... "Actually yes."

Back in my world, people you were attracted to came scarcely so no one really cared. But I did. I had too many morals to just share that intense experience with just anyone. I was going to save it for my husband. And I have. I think it would have made it less sacred if I hadn't, and the fact that he felt the same only made us both cherish what we have together.

"...So will you tell me more about your story now?" he asks.

"My story's not interesting like yours... not full of adventures or exciting tales of different races and history."

"I think your husband deserves to know everything about you even if it is tiresome like you suggest."

I sigh. "Fine if you wanna pull the 'husband' card now."

He smiles.

So I tell him everything else I haven't previously shared about my life... worse than I thought about in my head. There wasn't much to say but I told him about the Great War and what it did to my world. And I told him about my brief and struggling childhood. The days of playing games in the ash and finding old toys and electric games in abandoned homes that only worked as long as the sun was out. But most of what we did was just running... and learning in schools for a few years when I was age five... but then no one dedicated to teaching. No one helped each other. We turned on each other and soon my small family of four was on our own, hiding and running from even our own; humanity. We survived from small fires in dim places. As time went on, days got darker and darker, the world got emptier... and the demons crept up on us like a lingering disease and slowly took everyone... my whole family... died... and then at age sixteen I as on my own.

I told him especially about how and when I met Ryohnin. Which was at age seventeen. He and I became partners... and we travelled together. Though we never seemed to be interested in one another romantically. Something about the grim weather, constant danger, and empty eye sockets of loved ones wasn't too idealistic...

"You've only lived twenty-three years..." he breathes.

"Must seem like only a couple days to you."

He looks at me with a slight sorrow in his eyes and pulls me close to him, my cheek resting on his collarbone as he kisses my head softly.

I close my eyes and sigh...

We stay there in silence...

Just then a knocking makes me gasp. It wasn't loud but I push away from him and my eyes dart to the door and then to my undergarments strung across the floor.

My mind panics and Legolas and I exchange a frantic look.

He throws the sheets off him to get up and I leap to the other side, my ankle catching in the fabric and causing me to fall dramatically to the concrete floor on my arms with a loud thud.

I cringe and wheeze the word "Ow," in a high pitched strain but then I just want to laugh.

He doesn't say anything knowing that whoever at the door could hear but I'm fine. Just embarrassed. I scramble on the ground and leap to my feet.

I grab my lace pants and bra hysterically from the floor and look at my husband who has his trousers back on already and he slips on his tunic quickly.

I throw on my underwear and my bra but he grabs my arms and pushes me aside to where the door will open and our guest will not see me.

I just pray it is not Thranduil who would enter the room even if he wasn't formally invited to do so.

He places a finger against his lips to tell me to keep quiet and then pulls his hair back behind his shoulders.

He opens the door just enough for them to see only him.

I clasp my hands to my mouth to keep myself from cracking up, my bra not even clipped yet.

I see him hold out his hands and smile politely at someone, taking something with a bow and then shutting the door.

He looks at me with his eyebrows raised in relief. I shut my eyes tightly and laugh silently, my fingers fumbling behind me to secure my underwear.

He sighs and shakes his head, looking through the freshly washed clothes of his that he wore before along with his boots.

I walk awkwardly over to the other side of the bed past him where my dress lies on the ground. I slip that over my body and pick up the cloth belt. I slip my arms through the sleeves as Legolas changes into his new clothes-his original light blue tunic and grey trousers.

I look at his outer tunic of a dark green-brown that lies on the bed next to his boots. Someone had sewn up the spot on the abs where it had been cut.

I button my back with slight struggle. How did I do this alone the first time?

I feel his hands cover mine and he begins to work on threading the beads through the loops of thread.

"Thank you," I sigh.

I can sense a smile on his lips.

"I should leave first and then you shortly after. I'll make sure no one notices," I chuckle.

He agrees silently and finishes off the buttons. I feel his fingers rest around my waist and then his nose comes up on my hair, moving it so that his lips touch my neck.

I laugh and shrink my neck in from the tickle. His arms come around my waist and he pulls me closer when I struggle, his mouth letting out soft laughter.

"Stop that," I giggle, my hands grabbing at his arms.

But I give in and let him keep me in an embrace as I sigh.

"...Have you had your hair in that same do ever since you were born?" I laugh after a while.

"No..." he chuckles.

"I've never once seen it different. Do you ever wear it down?"

"Do you not like it?" he teases.

I frown and turn around, his arms loosening around me as I face him. "Yes, Legolas it's absolutely awful just cut it all off."

He looks almost offended at first but then he smiles as he remembers sarcasm; that thing that I basically invented because no one else uses it here. He laughs, his eyes squinting like they always do as his dimples come forth.

"You're adorable. And I love your hair," I reassure and lean up to give him a kiss on his cheek, them turning rosy shortly after.

He looks at me with a squint of his eyes and a smirk. "Alright go."

I smirk back and turn to leave, making sure to grab what I originally came in here for to begin with which was my sack, slinging it over my shoulder and opening the wooden door.

I peer outside to see the white city beaming with the reflected morning light. There aren't many walking about in this area yet, partly because there aren't as many elves left over from the battle at the Black Gates.

I attempt to casually make my way down the fragile steps and towards the dining halls. I say dining halls but it's really just a large open stone platform with round tables and some shading from the sun.

My bare feet hop over the rough stone, hard under my skin, as I walk. I run up the steps ahead, wooden carved roofs covering the staircase over me, making the sunrays dance in different designs on my skin and skirt.

When all of the people come into view where they gather for breakfast I adjust my dress and walk forward. The sun peaks over the huge mountains to the left of me and I move slowly to where the food is, suddenly realizing that for once I am actually hungry.

I catch Niniliath sitting at a table talking to Kel.

I take a deep breath while no one is looking and grab a roll of honey bread from the silver bowl, not even bothering with a plate. I pour myself some water and plop down in front of Nin casually, desperately holding an amused smile back but doing it really well. Why do I want to smile?

The two of them stop in their conversation and look toward me. Kel excuses himself to retrieve something, a refill of water perhaps. I had greeted him a few days before just a few hours after I greeted Nin, but that's when I was still in my depression.

I take a bite from my breakfast, still not looking up at my friend until the silence keeps lingering.

She is giving me a funny look, like I came to the meal with red paint all over my body.

"What?" I ask in defense.

"You are up and eating... is all..." she frowns, but a smile lingering.

"Oh..." I almost breathe.

"Feeling better?"

I poke at my roll. "Sort of..." I mutter and bite my lip.

She frowns slightly at my strange response.

After a bit Kel rejoins us quietly, sipping at his goblet.

"So your room was empty last night..." Nin continues.

I pretend I didn't hear her and focus intently on my breakfast, my hands beginning to heat up from nervousness.

"Where were you?" she sounds concerned.

I look up at both her and the elf boy with eyes on me.

"I took a walk," I shrug.

She and Kel exchange a strange look.

Nin leans forward to drink some water. "So... where did you go?"

I hesitate. "...Just around."

"Around where-"

"What is this some kind of confrontation?" I snap, still holding back a smile.

Kel raises his dark eyebrows.

I start to take more bites of my bread awkwardly and quickly.

"No..." she mumbles, looking down at her cup. "Of course not... I was just curious," she says slowly.

I bite my lip.

"So you didn't meet up with anyone...?" She mutters, the elf beside her holding back a smile as he drinks.

Now I know she must have seen something. But what?

"No," I say too quickly and pop the last bite of my breakfast into my mouth.

Just then a figure catches my eye and I subtly look to my right, seeing my husband standing there with some other elves, with his hand around a silver goblet, visiting with his kin.

I feel the blush swarm my cheeks without control and I behave normally, pulling my lips in my mouth and looking down.

But I catch a gaze... and my eyes flash back up to my right. Legolas is eyeing me with a subtle, cheesy grin, his eyes squinted as he tries to hide it. But the other elves don't notice. And when our eyes meet, after a second he sends me a playful wink.

I make a disapproved look to him but trying hard to keep a smile from my mouth.

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I stand at the edge of the overlook on the same platform with my hands on the stone, thinking about so many things at once. But someone clears their throat behind me.

I see Nin's elbows rest on the barrier to the left of me. "So may I ask why you are wearing the same dress that you went to 'bed' I last night?"

I open my mouth to protest dramatically when I look at her but no words yet come.

She lifts here eyebrows but keeps an amused smile at bay.

"Um I didn't feel like changing into something else so-"

"You didn't change in your room-"

"I did so, how would you-?"

"You are so much better today-"

"I don't like your tone-"

"I know what you-"

"I don't have to stand here and take this," I raise my voice over dramatically and stomp off.

"Where are you going?"

"To take a bath. Not with anyone-" I stutter. "Just... goodbye." I huff and turn around, walking out of sight.

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