(Y/n) smiled as she made her way out onto the balcony for some air. She had been dancing from the moment that she and Arwen had made their way to the celebrations. First it had been her ada; the elleth so happy to have his arms around her. She never prouder, as all present watched, that the Ranger had claimed her as his own. Following him, there had been ada Elrond; the elder ellon beaming with as much pride in her, as they moved elegantly around the floor, as he would when he danced with Arwen. Then there had been the twins; Elrohir and Elladan, her much loved brothers, making her laugh, as they had each taken her hand for a dance. (Y/n) not able to sit for even a moment, before Gandalf had come to her side, and asked if she would be willing to dance with an old wizard. The elleth more than delighted to say yes, especially as she hadn't danced with him, since she had been a little elfling; when she had stood with her feet atop of his, as he had spun her around the floor. And this had been before Lindir had even plucked up the courage to ask for the honour; Gandalf smiling as he had given over her hand to the elven lord's equerry. Then last, and by no means least, there had been the hobbits. Merry and Pippin both taking a hand, the elves seeming quite taken aback as they had led her in a dance that seemed to have been of their own making. Frodo had been so sweet and quiet, bowing politely and thanking her as the music had ended, before a blushing Sam had asked for a dance. The stout hobbit making note of how much more difficult it was to dance with an elf, rather than another hobbit, which resulted in him telling her about a girl called Rosie that he had left behind in the Shire, and how he looked forward to seeing her again. The still blushing hobbit, bowing just like Frodo, before leaving her. (Y/n) finding dancing with the four little men, surprisingly quite exhausting; so, she had escaped for a few moments of air.

Slowly she turned around and looked back into the grand, ornate room; her already bright smile becoming even brighter as she saw her ada dancing with Arwen. She knew that they were in love; there no disguising the fact, and (Y/n) was so happy for them. Yet there was still a little sadness in her when it came two of the people, she loved the most; for she knew that Arwen was willing to sacrifice her immortality so that she could be with her love. The young elleth knowing that one day, she may just find herself weeping over both their graves. That even though her ada was Dúnedain and could live much longer than other men, one day she would still have to say goodbye. The thought making her want to cry; to wish that she was like Arwen, and would not have to live forever without him by her side. But........(Y/n) shaking the sad notions from her mind, as she turned back to look over Imladris; now was not the time to think of such sad things. Now was a time to be happy; to hope that one day, she herself would find a love just like her ada and Arwen shared. Her mind instantly going to the handsome prince that she was sure had been watching her all evening.

Legolas. As soon as she had made her way into the grand hall, her eyes had found him. The Sindarin prince appearing quite otherworldly in his discreetly decorated elven robes. Her heart beginning to race and a heat kissing the top of her ears, as they had caught one another's eye, and he had smiled at her. Yet despite the fact that she was sure his eye had never left her, he had still not tried to speak to her, not asked her to dance; and she could not help but feel disappointed. For she so wished to see if the feelings, the thoughts from earlier that day would continue if they spoke again. The breath catching in her throat as she heard the softest of noises and turned; her eyes widening as into the moonlight came the ellon of whom she had been thinking.

"My lady............."

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Legolas had been watching her since she had joined the celebrations on the arm of the Lady Arwen. The prince sure that he could not breath for a moment as his eyes had caught hers and he had smiled. She was beautiful; even more exquisite in the lights of all the candles, than she had been that morning. Everything, from the delicately intricate circlet that graced her brow, to her hair and the deep blue gown that sinched perfectly at her waist as well as showing all her feminine curves, made his mind as well as his heart race. Legolas wanting nothing more than to go to her and hope that the spark that he had felt that morning, was still there. That when he took her hand again, he would feel that lightness in his soul. Yet he had had to watch as one male after another had danced with her. Everyone from her father to the four hobbits that were present, having been able to take her hand. And he had been patient up until now; sitting back and waiting for his moment. But now he felt the need to do something; the need to test whether those feelings that stirred in him when they were introduced, had not been a figment of his imagination. The heir to the kingdom of Mirkwood slowly rising as he watched (Y/n) make her way out onto the balcony; he moving through the mass of guests until he was stood at the doorway. The pale haired ellon admiring her for a moment as the moonlight kissed her form; before the air around him changed; he feeling as though it had been filled with sparks of lightening, as she turned and looked at him. Legolas placing his hand over his heart, as he moved out onto the balcony.

"My lady............."