Did Legolas Ever Marry Novels & Stories

He paused, frustration flickering across his face, then desperation. “I messed up,” he whispered. “But I love you. You know that, right? I’ve always loved you.” I stared into his eyes, tears streaming down my cheeks. “Did you ever truly love me at all? In our three years of marriage, tell me?” What hurt most was his silence. It spoke volumes—louder than the thunder outside. Victor’s expression crumpled as he reached out again, this time grabbing my wrist with a trembling grip. “Please, Alisa. Don’t leave me. It was a mistake. I didn’t even know she was pregnant. We just did it once, okay?”

They weren’t far, after all. Emma, on the other hand, was busy with Rose, preparing for Prince and Arabella’s wedding. Just the day before, Emma herself had signed a contract marriage with her husband, something she never imagined would happen in her life. Despite the unconventional circumstances, she was overjoyed. Her family had finally found peace and happiness, and with their greatest enemy out of the picture, there was nothing left to fear.

he teased. Sienna laughed. “No. Another Monroe & Lancaster legacy. Built on love, not power.” As they stood there, surrounded by everything they’d fought for, Damien knew that their story wasn’t about escaping the Lancaster name. It was about creating something far greater. A future worth fighting for. The End. Congratulations! Married to the Heir has officially reached its final chapter.

He rolled his eyes and moved his face a little towards me, serious, unruffled. "Of course, you can," he replied quietly. However, he did something that was a complete contradiction to what he had said. He stared at me and— his eyes changed again, being those green with perpendicular pupils. That was evidently a threat to me; I half-opened my lips and took a little air into my lungs, then feeling my breathing paralyzed. I had no immediate solution but to lower my face and proceed to sign the marriage contract. This man could end my life right there if I were to upset him.

“His brother literally took advantage of me, impregnated me and ran off without looking back, then eight years later he shows up and claim to be in love with me? Ohh please! “ I seethed. “Where was he the entire eight years? Scheming and planning how to arrange a contract marriage with me! Ontop of the whole thing, he still used me to get his inheritance, I just ….” I trailed off realizing I had exposed myself finally to Manuel. “Hold up …. Contract marriage? Inheritance? What are you talking about?!” Manuel asked at once. I exhaled deeply, well I’m out completely now, there’s no need to lie about anything again. “Yeah. We were practically strangers. I agreed to marry him on the condition th

The candles crackled as he lifted me horizontally, carrying me toward our wedding bed. "I spread those rumors," he murmured, loosening my robe while whispering against my ear. "All to test who seeks only power and influence." Heat suffused me from head to toe, yet his next words made my eyes widen in shock. "And you…" He pressed a gentle kiss to my neck. "You are the only one who knew I… could not… yet still chose to marry me." As my clothing fell away, my toes curled in nervous tension. He was painstakingly gentle, erasing the tears at the corners of my eyes with slow, tender kisses.

"Oh, I see, well good news! I found her." I nodded. "I know, I tracked her close to here and had a feeling you succeeded. I'm glad to hear it." I replied smoothly. He ran his fingers through his beard, watching me intently, "You know we need the heart on our side for the betterment of the future, Theon." Theoden said, lacing his fingers together as he sat on his throne arrogantly. "Of course." "Well then, it was a hard decision to make, but I think it’s the right one… I am afraid I have decided I will marry her myself."

" he changed the conversation. "Aha, speaking of that, I'm sure you'll like what I'm about to tell you." "Go on, tell me!" Caspar was confused and immediately approached Mario. "Lyon and his wife had a forced marriage because of Selene's parents being murdered in the past and the agreement that Lyon would avenge them." Mario was taken aback. "What?" "Ahuh... they are not a real married couple." "What do you mean, not real?" "Their marriage was a forgery, which Lyon kept hidden until now because he fell in love with his wife."

“You will remember who you are, Vaelen.” That night, I realized something important my father loved peace, but not justice. And I wanted both. Years passed. I grew stronger, wiser and my heart grew more certain. I married Elaria in secret beneath the Tree, our vows whispered among roots that pulsed with ancient magic. But word spread, as it always does. The Elven High Council called our love forbidden. They declared me unworthy of the throne. My younger brother, always obedient, said nothing but his silence was worse than any betrayal.

Until now, Corey was nowhere in sight. Both nations, Sylvania and Arcania, had originally wanted to use this marriage alliance to ease the conflicts and tension between them. Who would've thought Corey would ditch the engagement party? Everyone expected Luther to explode at the scene, yet he calmly addressed Amadeus, his family, and Evelyn, saying, "It appears Sylvania doesn't have the blessing to marry a Vonridge. Since my son has no desire to proceed with the marriage alliance, I won't pressure him."