"So do all who live to see such times, but that is not for them to decide. All we have to decide is what to do with the time that is given to us. There are other forces at work in this world Frodo besides the will of evil. Bilbo was meant to find the Ring, in which case you also were meant to have it. And that is an encouraging thought."
Standing, the elf backed away from her. Legolas appeared as if she had plunged a knife deep into his chest. “You....read my letter?” He asked in disbelief, anger and pain rising. “You...read my LETTER?” Eyes narrowed into thin slits. Oh yes, he was angry.
He took deep breaths, trying to push down that rising anger, but thus far, it was not helping to lessen the pain. Did Anoron always snoop like this, especially something as personal as that? “You were not given permission to read that. No one is. I am beyond angry, Anoron. You..” Legolas growled, stopping himself and looking down. His jaw clenched and unclenched. “A letter would not help you, Anoron. The pain will still be there. Is there anything ELSE of mine that you went through while I was not here? Why don’t you route through Mordecai’s bag, perhaps you’ll find something work while in there!” Legolas barked out before he bit his tongue, stopping anymore harsh words from flying out.
"I-I'm sorry, Legolas, I... it was sticking out of your bag, I didn't know what it was, until I began to read it... i-it was in elvish, I thought it was orders or... I-I just," She said, but Legolas was right. Anoron couldn't justify reading it. "I-I didn't tell anyone... I won't..." She should have left it alone. She only made things worse. Her heart had gone out to Legolas after reading it... he seemed so composed and well adjusted, yet she, had been given a window into his soul. He probably felt violated, but her intentions were not malicious.
Shaking her head, Anoron looked away from him - realizing, perhaps Legolas had been right. "I never should have come here..." She choked out, before unlatching the door, and running out. She ran full speed - trying to outrun her humiliation, her embarrassment, her pain; for some reason, she CARED that Legolas was upset with her. She knew it was her fault, and she knew she'd blown it. That was why she placed kisses along his cheek after making the slip --- she knew it was the last time she'd be close to the elf. She wouldn't. Not after this.
Anoron emerged into the cool night air after running from the hall -- she didn't stop as she bounded down the stairs, then into the quiet streets. There were a few people out, but not many. She kept running hard and fast, heading towards the other end of the city walls. Wanting to get as far away as possible; her legs began to burn. Finally, she reached a small hillside, by the side of the great wall surrounding it, and she stopped, kneeling down upon the grass -- eyes well, looking back to the city. A nice view from where she was, but she was filled with guilt. Too much to enjoy it.
"I knew you'd come to feel the same," A familiar voice said from beside her.
Anoron looked to see Mordecai; a sloppy grin upon his face. She could smell ale on him, even from this distance. "Leave me to peace.... I mean it," She sniffed, looking away from him briefly. But he took a few steps forward, which put Anoron on her gaurd.
"It'll be ok, Anoron.... just let me love you; no one else does," He slurred out. He began to move towards her, but Anoron scrambled to her feet and tried to move back. But to her surprised, Mordecai lunged at her; tackling Anoron to the grassy earth.
She cried out as they landed, his broader frame atop hers. "Mordecai stop!" She ordered -- her night going from bad to worse. She pulled and grasped at his hair, trying to push him off.
"Let me love you!" Mordecai demanded. After touching her upper body and groping ruthlessly through the burgandy gown she wore, Mordecai grew more intent and began to run his hands around her thighs, legs, and finally he began to hike up her skit; his greedy hand slipping up the bare skin of her leg. Anoron struggled and cried out angrily, before she was finally able to tear one hand free - and punch the bastard across the jaw. Mordecai's head bounced back, blood from his split lip splashing down his chin. But to Anoron's dismay, he was tougher than she expected. He retained his hold despite the blow, returning to his senses with a muffled oath.
"You will not make this easy, will you?" he growled. Without waiting for an answer, Mordecai caught Anoron's free wrist, and pulled it around behind her - before pinning her against the ground and settling between her legs. He slammed her wrist painfully to the earth, and ground his hips hard into Anoron's; forcing her to feel his erection.
"I claim my spoils now..." Mordecai grated, before sinking his bloody mouth down upon hers.
Anoron's cry of outrage was smothered by the lips covering hers. Mordecai thrusted against her, driving his body into hers. This caused her to gasp, giving him just enough room to shove his tongue inside her mouth. Her world around her narrowed. Mordecai was not tempting, or begging her; he was taking Anoron this time, whether or not she wanted it. He pumped rhythmically to her her, driving her buttocks into the earth. He moved his lips down to her neck; kissing and licking her neck and chin vigerously. Anoron screamed out in anger, but he did not let up. Her wrists tried to twist and bend, hoping to evade his grasp - but to no avail. He wasn't letting up.
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Re: The Webs We Weave"I-I'm sorry, Legolas, I... it was sticking out of your bag, I didn't know what it was, until I began to read it... i-it was in elvish, I thought it was orders or... I-I just," She said, but Legolas was right. Anoron couldn't justify reading it. "I-I didn't tell anyone... I won't..." She should have left it alone. She only made things worse. Her heart had gone out to Legolas after reading it... he seemed so composed and well adjusted, yet she, had been given a window into his soul. He probably felt violated, but her intentions were not malicious.
Shaking her head, Anoron looked away from him - realizing, perhaps Legolas had been right. "I never should have come here..." She choked out, before unlatching the door, and running out. She ran full speed - trying to outrun her humiliation, her embarrassment, her pain; for some reason, she CARED that Legolas was upset with her. She knew it was her fault, and she knew she'd blown it. That was why she placed kisses along his cheek after making the slip --- she knew it was the last time she'd be close to the elf. She wouldn't. Not after this.
Legolas closed his eyes and lowered his head once she was gone. Legolas never felt so weak in his life. Not only did he feel violated, but exposed. Legolas felt exposed to her. His father always chastised him to never wear his heart on his sleeve, and for some time, he did not. But now, now it felt as if his heart was his attire, the only thing to protect him. Though he had a tough exterior, Legolas was tender on the inside like anyone else. The elf was a warrior, and emotions were something that were to never be exposed.
But as he stood there, fighting back that smothering cloud of emotions, The elf’s keen ears hear a scream. Eyes shot open and as if by magic, the clouds in his mind parted. Legolas glanced around, wondering what the scream was about and who it was from, for it had been muffled again. Almost like struggling. Yet another scream followed, and it did not take anymore for him to act. Quickly the elf grabbed his bow and a few arrows. He did not have time to take his whole quiver. His heart began to pound in his chest, hoping that it was not Anoron. Anger quickly died and was placed with fear—fear of harm coming to Anoron, and his desire to protect her failing.
Down the hall he sprinted as fast as a dear. The only sound that came from the immortal being was the whispers of wind, the only indication of his passing by. Legolas descended the stairs effortlessly and without breaking stride. There were a few people out, but most of them were heading home to rest their weary heads. They did not matter. Once he was outside, Legolas stepped around a few people before stopping. He listened. His ears twitched a bit, trying to pick up the direct of the screams that he had hear from within the room. Nothing. Legolas cursed and looked down at the bow in his left and a few arrows in his right. Perhaps it had been his mind playing tricks on him. Sighing, Legolas turned around to head back his room.
Another cry of frustration sounded in the evening, and only elven ears could catch it. The golden-haired elf whipped around, pin pointed the location, and darted off in that direction. It was far away. Close to the walls of Edoras. Could it be? Who would be here at this hour? His mind began to whisper Anoron’s name. No. She did not come all the way out here, did she? His questions were soon answer when two forms came into view, though he was quiet a distance away. Anoron. He recognized that face and hair. But she was not alone. No, Mordecai was on top of her, raping her. Blue flames flashed in the icy orbs. Legolas was through being tolerate of this man. Now, he had gone too far. Dropping the arrows in his hand, save one, Legolas loaded his bow and drew back the string. Legolas had a good view of the man’s shoulder for he stood a ways away from them, but with Mordecai’s head down, the man did not see him.
Mordecai screamed as an arrow slammed into his upper right shoulder. His hold on her loosened as he felt back a bit from the impact. With wide eyes, he looked around wildly, searching for the bowman that had shot him. But the arrow was clear. It belonged to Legolas.
Up the hill he moved like a speeding bullet. The angered and enraged elf shoved the hollaring Mordecai off of Anoron. Legolas sneered as he watched the man fall back. Hooking his arm under Anoron’s, He helped her up and pulled in front of him. He thought that Mordecai would sit there. He was wrong.
The ranger ripped the arrow out of him and stared at it, then to the retreating elf and his Anoron. If he could not have her, then no one would. Standing, Mordecai cried out in retaliation and dove at Legolas, stabbing him in the back of the shoulder with the arrow that he had shot him with.
Not expecting it, Legolas cried out in pain as he felt the arrow piece cloth and flesh. Grimacing as Mordecai used his weight to sink it in deeper, the elf used his bow as a bat, hitting the ranger in efforts to try to get him off of his back. "Go Anoron! Go back tot he room and lock the door!" He growled out, wincing as the tip of the arrow continued to drive into him deeper. The last thing that they needed was for Mordecai to get the idea of chasing or grabbing her again. A hostage. Finally, Mordecai let go, and tumbled back from the blow of the bow. But when the ranger looked up, he was staring into blazing eyes of fury and murderous. The elf was going to kill the man.
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Anoron winced, as Mordecai began to ravage her; pawing and tearing at her clothing and his own. She now, was trying to make herself pass out. She didn't want to be conscious for this. But she prayed to Eru.... that should Mordecai finish.... he had better kill her afterwards. He had better kill her - because if he didn't, she would hunt him down, and kill him herself. Yet what was about to happen -- stopped.
Mordecai screamed as an arrow slammed into his upper right shoulder. His hold on her loosened as he felt back a bit from the impact. With wide eyes, he looked around wildly, searching for the bowman that had shot him. But the arrow was clear. It belonged to Legolas. Up the hill he moved like a speeding bullet. The angered and enraged elf shoved the hollaring Mordecai off of Anoron. Legolas sneered as he watched the man fall back. Hooking his arm under Anoron’s, He helped her up and pulled her behind him. He thought that Mordecai would sit there. He was wrong.
The ranger ripped the arrow out of him and stared at it, then to the retreating elf and his Anoron. If he could not have her, then no one would. Standing, Mordecai cried out in retaliation and dove at Legolas, stabbing him in the back of the shoulder with the arrow that he had shot him with. Not expecting it, Legolas cried out in pain as he felt the arrow piece cloth and flesh. Grimacing as Mordecai used his weight to sink it in deeper, the elf used his bow as a bat, hitting the ranger in efforts to try to get him off of his back.
Anoron cried, eyes still welled. "No!" She yelled.
"Go Anoron! Go back tot he room and lock the door!" He growled out, wincing as the tip of the arrow continued to drive into him deeper. The last thing that they needed was for Mordecai to get the idea of chasing or grabbing her again. A hostage. Finally, Mordecai let go, and tumbled back from the blow of the bow. But when the ranger looked up, he was staring into blazing eyes of fury and murderous. The elf was going to kill the man.
Anoron didn't listen to Legolas; she couldn't leave him here. Yes, Legolas was strong.... but Mordecai was almost insane. Insane with lust, greed, jealousy and anger. His madness would give him strength. He wasn't going to let Anoron go this time. And Legolas... well, Anoron knew he was still mad. She was actually amazed he'd found them both. As the elf and man began to struggle -- Anoron watched as Legolas disregarded his bow and quiver, and the two males wrestled upon the ground, both trying to get the upper hand.
Yet as predicted, Mordecai faught dirty - biting, kicking, pulling, and gripping Legolas' wound for added pain. The man was so disgusting, he gained the upper hand on Legolas - straddling him; his hands going to the soft neck of the elf. And Mordecai began to squeeze. "You should... have left well enough alone ELF!" He spat out. "She's mine!...You shall not keep us from one another! She loves me!!" He hissed out, choking Legolas -- taking pleasure in watching the elf's eyes roll back into his head.
Yet Mordecai's grin turned into a cry and look of shock. Another arrow hit him, this time, pierced through his torso. His grip loosened, and he slowly looked over, to see Anoron - with Legolas' bow and quiver. Wincing, and gritting his teeth against the pain.... Mordecai stood, and began to wobble towards her. But Anoron reared back, and shot again -- another arrow through his torso. Tears shimmered and welled in the eyes of the female ranger, as Mordecai slumped to his knees, still staring at her maliciously. Drool flowed from his lips at the pain.... blood, soaking through his tunic and vest.
"No more.... will you torture me..." Anoron bit out in a harsh whisper, tears running down her cheeks. Mordecai just stared at her. Reaching for one final arrow, Anoron notched it, and after a pause, released -- the elven made arrow sinking right through Mordecai's skull. The ranger slumped forward, dead, instantly.
Anoron's lips trembled, as she tried to undo them from the hateful sneer. She hated Mordecai. She hated any male who tried to take a woman for their own pleasure; against their will. This was not the first time Anoron had been through such --- but luckily before, the man had been a drunken bar patron, and she easily stopped him. But Mordecai had been trained alongside Anoron. He knew her weak spots, he knew her moves.
Slowly, she lowered the bow in her hand, staring at him -- lost in her thoughts to hatred, sadness, relief, grief, and fear....
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Yet Mordecai's grin turned into a cry and look of shock. Another arrow hit him, this time, pierced through his torso. His grip loosened, and he slowly looked over, to see Anoron - with Legolas' bow and quiver. Wincing, and gritting his teeth against the pain.... Mordecai stood, and began to wobble towards her. But Anoron reared back, and shot again -- another arrow through his torso. Tears shimmered and welled in the eyes of the female ranger, as Mordecai slumped to his knees, still staring at her maliciously. Drool flowed from his lips at the pain.... blood, soaking through his tunic and vest.
Legolas coughed violently, feeling sweet air return to his lungs and the blood to head. The arrow was still his shoulder, but thankfully it was broken and did not move any further. But it was deep enough; it had been snapped when Mordecai moved the arrow around in his shoulder, causing the elf more pain in order to get the upper hand. Rolling over onto his side, Legolas gasped for the much needed air, his lungs were burning from the lack of air. He felt dizzy. Blinking slowly, trying to stop his world from spinning, the elf looked up to the moving Mordecai. But his body would not allow him to move. Still he coughed roughly and took large gulps of the air, fresh to his lungs.
"No more.... will you torture me..." Anoron bit out in a harsh whisper, tears running down her cheeks. Mordecai just stared at her. Reaching for one final arrow, Anoron notched it, and after a pause, released -- the elven made arrow sinking right through Mordecai's skull. The ranger slumped forward, dead, instantly.
Anoron's lips trembled, as she tried to undo them from the hateful sneer. She hated Mordecai. She hated any male who tried to take a woman for their own pleasure; against their will. This was not the first time Anoron had been through such --- but luckily before, the man had been a drunken bar patron, and she easily stopped him. But Mordecai had been trained alongside Anoron. He knew her weak spots, he knew her moves. Slowly, she lowered the bow in her hand, staring at him -- lost in her thoughts to hatred, sadness, relief, grief, and fear....
Finally, the torment of Mordecai was over. Anoron had ended it, and for that, relief flooded in him. Had she not killed him, Mordecai would have killed him, and continued to take Anoron against her will. Eyes closed and he lowered his head, trying to quiet his coughs and stand. When he at last gained his composure, or at least gain a steady breathing again, Legolas rose to his feet with difficulty, and stood. His world was still spinning, though it had lessened. The elf’s neck was red from Moredcai’s hands and strangling. Legolas neared Anoron, gazing at her sadly. His hand was placed on her shoulder, and he gave it a soft squeeze. No words did he utter. It was true that he was still upset for her reading his private letter, but this was more important. Anoron was more important. His eyes trailed down to her free hand, and he took it. “Come...”
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When he at last gained his composure, or at least gain a steady breathing again, Legolas rose to his feet with difficulty, and stood. His world was still spinning, though it had lessened. The elf’s neck was red from Moredcai’s hands and strangling. Legolas neared Anoron, gazing at her sadly. His hand was placed on her shoulder, and he gave it a soft squeeze. No words did he utter. She knew he was probably still upset for her reading his private letter, but this was more important. His eyes trailed down to her free hand, and he took it. “Come...”
Slowly, Anoron was led away from Mordecai by Legolas - her eyes staying upon the dead figure of a man, before they were down the hill, and too far to see his form. Looking ahead, Anoron still cried silently; tears rolling down her cheeks, but making no sound nor bearing no emotion. The two walked in silence, still holding hands, until reaching Meduseld -- and entering, in which they parted. Anoron opened the door of their room, and Legolas walked in, before she followed; closing the door and latching it shut.
Turning, she looked at Legolas sadly, and walked over to him; standing right in front of him, looking up at him. Green orbs focused on his wound; the broken arrow still sticking out - yet Legolas acted as if there was no pain at all. Raising her hands to his chest.... she paused slightly, before beginning to unloop the ties of his vest, then unbutton the tunic shirt beneath --- hands gentle and soft as she did such, sliding the material off and around the arrow slowly and carefully, before the tattered garment fell softly to their feet. Her hands brushed by the soft skin of his chest, before reaching the shoulder, and touching around the wound gently; examining it.
Looking up to Legolas, she motioned for him to sit down upon the bed -- she moved to the bathing chambers, preparing to get what was needed to help Legolas' wound. She found some aloe and squeer, and athelas in her own pack -- and got a bowl of water, and some clothes from the bathing chambers. Yet before leaving the bathing chambers, she caught sight of her reflection in the mirror; blood around her mouth and lower lip. Not her own blood -- Mordecai's, from when she'd struck him, he bled, and kissed her anyway. Part of her wanted to throw up, right then and there -- but she held it together, rinced her mouth and washed her face -- before entering the chamber once more, and crawling on the bed behind Legolas.
In her pack, she reached over and grasped a small needle, and threat spinnet. She knew the wound would need a stitch or two. Intaking a deep breath, Anoron moved closer behind Legolas. Gently, her hands moved through his soft blond hair, stroking it gently, as she gathered it, and moved to drape it over his uninjured shoulder. Touching the back of his head gently, as if signalling she was about to go -- Anoron gripped his good shoulder for leverage, as her other hand wrapped around the arrowhead, ready to pull.
"One...." She began. "Two....three..." She said, before yanking it out. Hearing an elf cry out in pain -- was a horrible thing to hear. Such a beautiful people should not be made to suffer. The cry almost broke her heart right there. Perhaps she could have focused on it -- but right now, she knew she had to address the wound. It began to bleed again, but Anoron had everything she needed right there. Clothes, water, and herb healings. Anoron administered to his wound well, having delt with arrow wounds before in her other companies.
Once it was clean; Anoron picked up the thread and needle, and held a cloth against the wound -- before slowly beginning to sew it. "Only a stitch or two... to ensure the wound's closure." She whispered to him.
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In her pack, she reached over and grasped a small needle, and threat spinet. She knew the wound would need a stitch or two. In taking a deep breath, Anoron moved closer behind Legolas. Gently, her hands moved through his soft blond hair, stroking it gently, as she gathered it, and moved to drape it over his uninjured shoulder. Touching the back of his head gently, as if signaling she was about to go -- Anoron gripped his good shoulder for leverage, as her other hand wrapped around the arrowhead, ready to pull.
The elf did not notice just how soft her hands were. Surprisingly to him, Anoron’s touch was welcoming, and warming. But her hand upon his shoulder only meant one thing: the arrow would be pulled. Legolas took a deep breath, bracing himself for the pain that was sure to come. Her hand upon the arrow could be felt, for he had the arrow moved around so many times, making the hole bigger, that it was tender. Blue eyes closed tightly as his mind tried to focus on other things beside the arrow lodged into his shoulder.
"One...." She began. "Two....three..." She said, before yanking it out. Hearing an elf cry out in pain -- was a horrible thing to hear. Such a beautiful people should not be made to suffer. The cry almost broke her heart right there. Perhaps she could have focused on it -- but right now, she knew she had to address the wound. It began to bleed again, but Anoron had everything she needed right there. Clothes, water, and herb healings. Anoron administered to his wound well, having dealt with arrow wounds before in her other companies.
Once it was clean; Anoron picked up the thread and needle, and held a cloth against the wound -- before slowly beginning to sew it. "Only a stitch or two... to ensure the wound's closure." She whispered to him.
Pain. His shoulder burned like a hot knife had gone into it and made it worse. But the cooling sensation of the herbs and water was soothing, and he relaxed a bit, not noticing that he had tensed. An elf wounded healed faster than a mortal, for they had the ability to heal quicker and recover faster from a blow, save a mortal deliverance. Legolas sighed deeply, lower his head. “Thank you...” Legolas whispered. She did not have to do this from him. The elf had thought that he would have to simply make a trip to the infirmary. But now, he was glad that she was tending to him. Anoron was more gentle than those silly healers, and even they did not help.
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An elf wounded healed faster than a mortal, for they had the ability to heal quicker and recover faster from a blow, save a mortal deliverance. Legolas sighed deeply, lower his head. “Thank you...” Legolas whispered. Anoron simply nodded, thought knowing he couldn't see her. It was the least she could do. He'd saved her from being raped.... and she'd read his letter. Guilt already filled her, and she figured, perhaps doing this was an offering of peace. Was that the only reason? She certainly didn't mind touching her hands upon his smooth skin and toned torso. Legolas was a very beautiful elf; she'd heard Aragorn call him such as well. Gifted with beauty.
Anoron gave Legolas three stitchings. That was all that was needed, since she knew he would heal fast, but the hole had been a fairly large one after the pulling, and stitching would ensure the wound stayed closed, enabling it to heal faster with the skin being closer together. Once she finished, Anoron gently touched the back of Legolas head, before moving his silked hair back into place, and crawling off the bed - gathering her items.
"You should rest," She said softly, walking away from where he sat, back towards the bathing chamber. "We leave tomorrow.... and you need to be in good shape." She said, before entering the chamber, and closing the door part way. Setting the materials down - Anoron looked to the small bath -- it seemed to inviting. So, she filled it; water through the pump, and into the bathing pool. Once it was filled, she disrobed her gown, and wrapped a white towel around herself, as she sat on the edge of the bath, fingers gently touching the water.
The towel hung low upon her slender, but well placed form -- it draped around her buttox, pooling there slightly; leaving much of her smooth back and shoulders exposed. She held a bit of the towel over her breasts as she faced away from the door. A quick bath. To get all sense of Mordecai off of her.
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Re: The Webs We Weave"You should rest," She said softly, walking away from where he sat, back towards the bathing chamber. "We leave tomorrow.... and you need to be in good shape." She said, before entering the chamber, and closing the door part way. Setting the materials down - Anoron looked to the small bath -- it seemed to inviting. So, she filled it; water through the pump, and into the bathing pool. Once it was filled, she disrobed her gown, and wrapped a white towel around herself, as she sat on the edge of the bath, fingers gently touching the water.
The towel hung low upon her slender, but well placed form -- it draped around her buttox, pooling there slightly; leaving much of her smooth back and shoulders exposed. She held a bit of the towel over her breasts as she faced away from the door. A quick bath. To get all sense of Mordecai off of her.
Legolas watched her leave, his eyes following her every movement. Any anger that had been in him was gone. Partly because of the pain, and also because of her kindness. She could have told him to go to the infirmary to get his would inspected and treated, but yet she did it herself, treated him tenderly. Perhaps to her it meant nothing, but to the elf it spoke volumes. Anoron truly wanted to make amends, and perhaps a silent thank you for helping her. Legolas swallowed hard. His stomach was knotting up tightly. What was this strange feeling? It was not pain from the wound, nor anger for the invasion of reading the letter.
This was different. Standing, Legolas’ gaze turned to the partly closed door. He heard the water pouring into the small and simple bath. Silently and soft steps carried him to the door, but then he stood there for a moment. Should he? His mind doubted it, but his heart pushed him forward. Reaching for the door, he pushed it open enough to grant his slender yet strong form to slip in. It was then that he saw her, nearly bare, save the towel around her loosely. She was beautiful. Simply, beautiful. Had he not known her to be a ranger of the North, Legolas would have called her an elf.
Legolas neared her. “Anoron...” Said he softly, not wanting to startle her. He did not stop until he was only a few centimeters from her. “We leave tomorrow...but this night shall not leave my mind....Nor will your kindness be forgotten..” And taking a chance, Legolas leaned in and kissed her on the lips lightly at first. She could push him away and yell at him or not. The choice was hers, and he would not force himself upon her. But, Legolas did see her in a different light. Could he be attracted to her? Not even he knew the answer, but strange and sudden as it was, the elf wanted to kiss her again, to taste those sweet lips again.
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Legolas neared her. “Anoron...” Said he softly, not wanting to startle her. He did not stop until he was only a few centimeters from her. “We leave tomorrow...but this night shall not leave my mind....Nor will your kindness be forgotten..” And taking a chance, Legolas leaned in and kissed her on the lips lightly at first. She could push him away and yell at him or not. The choice was hers, and he would not force himself upon her. But, Legolas did see her in a different light. Could he be attracted to her? Not even he knew the answer, but strange and sudden as it was, the elf wanted to kiss her again, to taste those sweet lips again.
As the kiss parted, Anoron looked up to him; astonished, flattered, blushing and a bit confused. He'd been so angry with her. And now. This. Exhaling a slow breath, her thoughts were going miles per minute. "Please... leave me to bathe." She said softly, green eyes looking up to him. She saw a bit of hurt in Legolas' eyes -- as if he took this as rejection. Yet he hid it well within an instant, and nodded, leaving her. Sighing, Anoron looked back to the tub, and stopped it, before shedding her towel, and slipping into the cool water. It felt wonderful. She had tied her hair up into a loose bun, not wanting to get it wet.
She sat there - thinking of the kiss; it's warmth, the soft gentleness of it. The fact it was Legolas. Legolas. An elf of extreme beauty, Eru only knew why he kissed her. Perhaps to thank her? Aragorn had told her elves were extremely affectionate. But no. She wanted to believe it was more.
After a few moments, Anoron slipped out of the bath - dried herself, and put on the burgandy gown once more. Sighing, she looked to herself in the mirror, her hair still tied back gently; curled tendrils hanging about her face -- before she head back into the room. It was quiet, Legolas was laying down, upon his back. His eyes were open, he was awake, though he didn't look to her. Anoron knew what she wanted.... she just needed time during her bath to think about it.
Kneeling onto Legolas' bed where he lay, she crawled over to him - placing her arms on either side of him, kneeling beside his torso, before leaning down, and capturing his lips into another sweet kiss. Almost as if, reassuring him, what he'd done was not in vain nor loss... she had enjoyed it, and wanted more of the same. Their tongues occasionally met, gently, lapping against the other's lips. Pulling back, she looked down at Legolas. "Do you forgive me?..." She asked softly; still concerned about his feelings to the letter.
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Kneeling onto Legolas' bed where he lay, she crawled over to him - placing her arms on either side of him, kneeling beside his torso, before leaning down, and capturing his lips into another sweet kiss. Almost as if, reassuring him, what he'd done was not in vain nor loss... she had enjoyed it, and wanted more of the same. Their tongues occasionally met, gently, lapping against the other's lips. Pulling back, she looked down at Legolas. "Do you forgive me?..." She asked softly; still concerned about his feelings to the letter.
His eyelids parted slowly, and his blue orbs focused on the woman above him. Of course he forgave her. No matter how hard he tried, Legolas could not stay angry with her for long. Even before when his hate for her was strong. The hate did not last for long, only when she was within view, or she was in their conversation. She had easily plagued his mind, either in hate, or affection and care. Hate turned to tenderness and protectiveness for her. As bizzard as it was, the day she fell through that ice was a realization of how much she meant to him. She did not even have to ask to be forgiven; Anoron already was.
“You do not have to even ask...for you already are forgiven...” It was just a letter. But, an important one nonetheless. It did not matter if he was angry or not, for she knew what happened, and how he must have felt. That knowledge was still there, and would be, no matter the emotions he felt. His hands raised up to her arms, and fingers curled around her slender limps. His wounded shoulder pinged at him, reminding him of the pain and the fresh wound, but his mind had ignored it. Legolas was too locked on Anoron to care. She gave him peace, even though it was for a moment.
The elf pulled her down closer to him again, and pressed his lips toward hers. Anoron was like an addiction: one could not get enough of her. Now he could see why Mordecai wanted her so badly. She was intoxicating. However, there was a way that differed from he and the ranger that was dead. For one, Legolas was not forcing her to love him. In fact, he had not expected her to. And secondly, Legolas would not take her to satisfy himself. The Sindarin kissed her again, his lips meshed with hers and his tongue peaking out from between his own to glide along the seam of her lips, begging for entrance. It was granted, and he took it. She tasted like sweet nectar and honey, a pleasant taste that one could never tire of.
His hands moved down her arms and rested on her sides. Legolas did not want this night to end. It was all like a dream, a dream that others would deem false and to never come to pass. When the deepening kiss ended, his cool eyes stared into her green pools of light. “If I have wronged you, or hurt you...I beseech you for forgiveness. I now see just how special you are, and why Aragorn defends you so. I am glad that you are here among us...very glad.” The elf was sincere. His voice was coated with admiration, intensity of the closeness, and a new felling that he never had before in long years. Love. Bliss. Pleasure. Even if it was for this moment, Legolas would remember it as being one of the best moments of his life.
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“You do not have to even ask...for you already are forgiven...” It was just a letter. But, an important one nonetheless. It did not matter if he was angry or not, for she knew what happened, and how he must have felt. His hands raised up to her arms, and fingers curled around her slender limps. His wounded shoulder pinged at him, reminding him of the pain and the fresh wound, but his mind had ignored it. Legolas was too locked on Anoron to care.
The elf pulled her down closer to him again, and pressed his lips toward hers. Anoron was like an addiction: one could not get enough of her. Now he could see why Mordecai wanted her so badly. She was intoxicating. However, there was a way that differed from he and the ranger that was dead. For one, Legolas was not forcing her to love him. In fact, he had not expected her to. And secondly, Legolas would not take her to satisfy himself.
The Sindarin kissed her again, his lips meshed with hers and his tongue peaking out from between his own to glide along the seam of her lips, begging for entrance. It was granted, and he took it. She tasted like sweet nectar and honey, a pleasant taste that one could never tire of. She gave a small moan, actually enjoying the feeling of the elf's soft lips; it was known that they were passionate beings, and finally, Anoron could see why. Never would she have thought... that an elf, prone to hating her when they had first began, would now be kissing her.
His hands moved down her arms and rested on her sides. Legolas did not want this night to end. It was all like a dream, a dream that others would deem false and to never come to pass. When the deepening kiss ended, his cool eyes stared into her green pools of light. “If I have wronged you, or hurt you...I beseech you for forgiveness. I now see just how special you are, and why Aragorn defends you so. I am glad that you are here among us...very glad.” The elf was sincere. His voice was coated with admiration, intensity of the closeness, and a new felling that he never had before in long years.
There is nothing to forgive... I understand..." She said softly, her fingers coming up to stroke his cheek. "I am glad you accept me now.... among the group. Yet time is not on our side -- I endured the hardships of your words, and the words of the others in the company.... mainly because I knew that soon, I would leave the company." Anoron explained. Legolas' blue eyes were now marked by confusion and concern. She sighed; Anoron knew it was best to tell Legolas. "I must tell you of my purpose... now... before anything further develops." Anoron said, pausing briefly. She knew this could ruin everything. Legolas could be furious, and simply stop it right now. But she had to be honest with him. "Aragorn brought me on this quest.... not just for skill, but for another purpose. Now that peace has been restored to most places over the land - he wants to develop a settlement for those remaining Dunedain. A city. One of beauty and acceptance to the race which is almost gone. My race. My people. Mordecai and Garin were coming to, for the same reason, of the dunedain blood." She explained softly, her hands resting on his smooth chest, and stroking gently with her thumb as she spoke. "Upon reaching the Hills of Evendim - the three of us would stay, leaving the company, while you and the others continued on. The three of us were to start building.... awaiting the other rangers and dunedain who've stayed quiet, but are now emerging to help errect this settlement." She said.
Sighing, her green eyes lifted to meet Legolas' blue ones. "Come our arrival to Evenhim.... I shall leave the company behind." She said.
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(8/28/05 8:24 am) Reply
Re: The Webs We Weave"There is nothing to forgive... I understand..." She said softly, her fingers coming up to stroke his cheek. "I am glad you accept me now.... among the group. Yet time is not on our side -- I endured the hardships of your words, and the words of the others in the company.... mainly because I knew that soon, I would leave the company." Anoron explained. Legolas' blue eyes were now marked by confusion and concern. She sighed; Anoron knew it was best to tell Legolas. "I must tell you of my purpose... now... before anything further develops." Anoron said, pausing briefly. She knew this could ruin everything. Legolas could be furious, and simply stop it right now. But she had to be honest with him. "Aragorn brought me on this quest.... not just for skill, but for another purpose. Now that peace has been restored to most places over the land - he wants to develop a settlement for those remaining Dunedain. A city. One of beauty and acceptance to the race which is almost gone. My race. My people. Mordecai and Garin were coming to, for the same reason, of the dunedain blood." She explained softly, her hands resting on his smooth chest, and stroking gently with her thumb as she spoke. "Upon reaching the Hills of Evendim - the three of us would stay, leaving the company, while you and the others continued on. The three of us were to start building.... awaiting the other rangers and dunedain who've stayed quiet, but are now emerging to help erect this settlement." She said.
Sighing, her green eyes lifted to meet Legolas' blue ones. "Come our arrival to Evenhim.... I shall leave the company behind." She said.
She was to leave? Leave. Somehow he should have expected something like this to happen. It was all too good to be true right now. The elf gazed up into her eyes sadly, disappointed knowing that she would be leaving the company. But, at least when she left there was no Mordecai to harass her. Who knew what that man would do when they parted ways. Legolas knew, the same thing that he had tried to do this evening, and lost his life for it. One hand raised to cup her cheek gently, and his thumb gently stroked the soft skin there. “If that is your purpose here..” He said, trying to hide the sadness of the thought when they parted. “Then...I will not deny you of that mission which Aragorn has set upon you. It is your quest, and I have no say in such a matter.” As much as Legolas did not want her to leave, it was Aragorn’s command that she stay here, and the elf had to accept that, no matter how heart-wrenching it was.
“But,” Legolas continued, locking eyes with her; the eyes that he could get lost in. “If you will allow it...once my quest is over...I would visit you upon the hills of Evendim. I could not tell you how long it would take, but if I have your permission, could I come to visit you?” And, if Anoron would allow him passage, the elf would not leave. If they were destined to have more nights like this, the elf did not want to return to Ithlien. They had Faramir there and with his wife Eowyn. The elves that lived there could do without him. But that would only happen if this feeling would blossom into something more, and at the moment, it seemed like it. “If...if from this night something new between us arises...I would stay with you in the Evendim..even though I do not know when that would be...I would come to see you, Anoron.”
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Re: The Webs We Weave
One hand raised to cup her cheek gently, and his thumb gently stroked the soft skin there. “If that is your purpose here..” He said, trying to hide the sadness of the thought when they parted. “Then...I will not deny you of that mission which Aragorn has set upon you. It is your quest, and I have no say in such a matter.” As much as Legolas did not want her to leave, it was Aragorn’s command that she stay here, and the elf had to accept that, no matter how heart-wrenching it was.
“But,” Legolas continued, locking eyes with her; the eyes that he could get lost in. “If you will allow it...once my quest is over...I would visit you upon the hills of Evendim. I could not tell you how long it would take, but if I have your permission, could I come to visit you?” He asked. “If...if from this night something new between us arises...I would stay with you in the Evendim..even though I do not know when that would be...I would come to see you, Anoron.” He said.
So loyal. Surprising. Before, he'd tried to leave her in the woods -- and now, he wanted to be with her. Fate worked in mysterious ways. "I would enjoy visits from you, Legolas," Anoron said softly, a small smile upon her lips as she laid down beside him; her head resting upon his chest, while her arm draped over him. "But I would not ask you to stay. I could not ask you to give up your lordship.... leave Ithilien, when your own people look to you for guidence and leadership as the enter a world and city of men and dwarves." She said. Though they hadn't gotten along, Aragorn had always spoke very highly of Legolas and all he did.
"I want you to rest now, Legolas," She whispered, kissing his good shoulder gently, before resting her head down upon him once more. "I want you to heal... save your strength for tomorrow. We may discuss this then," She whispered; Anoron's hand gently beginning to rub his side with her thumb as they lay there.
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(8/29/05 5:40 am) Reply
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So loyal. Surprising. Before, he'd tried to leave her in the woods -- and now, he wanted to be with her. Fate worked in mysterious ways. "I would enjoy visits from you, Legolas," Anoron said softly, a small smile upon her lips as she laid down beside him; her head resting upon his chest, while her arm draped over him. "But I would not ask you to stay. I could not ask you to give up your lordship.... leave Ithilien, when your own people look to you for guidance and leadership as the enter a world and city of men and dwarves." She said. Though they hadn't gotten along, Aragorn had always spoke very highly of Legolas and all he did. "I want you to rest now, Legolas," She whispered, kissing his good shoulder gently, before resting her head down upon him once more. "I want you to heal... save your strength for tomorrow. We may discuss this then," She whispered; Anoron's hand gently beginning to rub his side with her thumb as they lay there.
The elf sighed a bit, knowing that he did need t rest if there was any hope of him healing faster. But, how could he rest, knowing that at one point in their journey, the apex of their mission, she would be leaving. Gone. For a moment, the elf’s eyes closed, taking in this moment of closeness, this small measure of peace. Legolas knew that this would be the last moment to truly feel the warmth of the present moment. His arm came around her shoulders, and he pulled her close; his hand stroked her back affectionately and warmly. “Lordship is but a title, Anoron.” He whispered, eyes opening once more. “A title that will not last forever. This is a men’s world, Anoron. The age of men is here, and soon my position will be filled by another. I know not when that is...but it comes. Even a lord of a race in another realm can visit someone he cares about, and wants no more harm to befell her...”
And right now, Legolas could protect her. He was here, and though Mordecai was dead, danger still lurked in other forms as well. “Let is both sleep, Anoron. It has been a tiring day for the two of us.” The Sindarin placed a light kiss on her forehead, and rubbed her back gently. Though, he could not fall into slumber immediately. Aragorn would be wondering why his fellow ranger was dead upon the hills of Edoras, and who slew him. The man would also not be happy that he was left in the dark about it all, Mordecai’s advances and what the ranger attempted in the cover or night. At some point, the king had to be informed. Taking another deep breath, Legolas closed his eyes once more, pulling her close to his body, and with his free hand and wounded shoulder, he carefully pulled the covers over them both, minimizing as much movement as he could. Pain shot through his arm and down his back, but it was soon over when he stopped moving it.
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His arm came around her shoulders, and he pulled her close; his hand stroked her back affectionately and warmly. “Lordship is but a title, Anoron.” He whispered, eyes opening once more. “A title that will not last forever. This is a men’s world, Anoron. The age of men is here, and soon my position will be filled by another. I know not when that is...but it comes. Even a lord of a race in another realm can visit someone he cares about, and wants no more harm to befell her...”
And right now, Legolas could protect her. He was here, and though Mordecai was dead, danger still lurked in other forms as well. “Let is both sleep, Anoron. It has been a tiring day for the two of us.” The Sindarin placed a light kiss on her forehead, and rubbed her back gently. Though, he could not fall into slumber immediately.
Anoron gave a soft sigh, and snuggled closer to Legolas - slumber coming quickly for the female ranger; she'd had a tiring day and night. Rest was welcomed, especially knowing they would be leaving tomorrow. Not to mention, explaining would be in order. Mordecai would be found, and returned here - Aragorn would be alerted.
Since Legolas' arrows are within Mordecai's body, it is Legolas who shall take the blame. Anoron had shot him; she'd killed him. She wasn't sure she wanted Legolas to take any heat for this, even if it was for saving her life. Aragorn, surely, would understand - the elves would understand as well -- but other rangers wouldn't. Taking another deep breath, Legolas closed his eyes once more, pulling her close to his body, and with his free hand and wounded shoulder, he carefully pulled the covers over them both, minimizing as much movement as he could. Pain shot through his arm and down his back, but it was soon over when he stopped moving it.
Sighing, Anoron drifted further into slumber. Dreams, came again to her that night...
They were all riding. The company, Mordecai trailing behind in a makeshift cart and carryall -- they had planned to take his body to the new Dunedain settlement, and bury him there. Legolas stayed close to Anoron as they rode.
Garin, the other ranger, rode on the other side, shooting 'daggers' at Legolas - though none ever hit him; neither he, or anyone else in the company paid any attention. Even Anoron didn't feel worried for Legolas' safety, but Garin hated Legolas for some reason.
As they stopped, tents appeared and Legolas and Anoron went into one. Flashes came to her mind; skin, a kiss, breathing, smell of mint, taste; all things pleasent and arousing. With another flash, she found herself lying in the tent, bare-skinned, Legolas at her side in all his beauty.
"I watch you... with the blue of mine eye... and the beat of my heart..." He whispered into her ear.
Her eyes closed; Anoron had never felt so safe and protected in all her days. She felt warm. Happy. Looked after. Untouchable to the bad things in the world.
Yet then in the blink of an eye, it was morning, once again. Anoron and Legolas were riding, the other company along too... before orcs began to run in with them - following in stride. The company was swept up in their rhythm and movement. Anoron looked alarmed, but none of them faught, they simply ran - Legolas looked ahead, and never at her. She called his name, but still, he did not look -- and began to pick up speed, riding and leaving her. She called again, but he did not turn...
Waking up, she gasped, catching her breath. Morning now. Legolas had fallen asleep beside her. Sighing, she leaned over, brushing some blonde locks away from his face... before beginning to undress the wound. Surprsingly, it had healed extremely well. She smiled in relief, and went to change the bandage, as he would need another day before he could go without one. Just to be safe.
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(8/31/05 5:45 am) Reply
Re: The Webs We Weave
Waking up, she gasped, catching her breath. Morning now. Legolas had fallen asleep beside her. Sighing, she leaned over, brushing some blonde locks away from his face... before beginning to undress the wound. Surprisingly, it had healed extremely well. She smiled in relief, and went to change the bandage, as he would need another day before he could go without one. Just to be safe.
Hands began to move, and the touch woke the elf up from his slumber. Eyes slowly opened, and then turned to see her already undressing the bandages from his shoulder. He smiled a bit, before turning over a bit to give her easier access to his shoulder. While he waited for her to finish attending to his wound, blue eyes traveled from her to the window, staring out she see that it was morning, and in a few hours, they would be on their way once more. Softly, Legolas sighed. It was only a matter of days before they would have to say good-bye, and he did not want to. In fact, he dreaded the day that they would part, for the elf did not know when he would see her again.
Once his wound, which was healing quickly, was recovered with a fresh bandage, the elf shifted again and sat up straight, minding his shoulder. Morning. The elf ran a hand through his hair quickly, before turning to her. A long pause passed between then, and the elf looked down for a moment, unsure what to say. Surely this was going too fast. He had just meet her, and already he was acting as if he had known her for years. Oddly enough, it felt like it. Legolas did not want to remember their days of hate and hostility toward the other. Those days were in the past, and he would have liked to keep it that way.
But a knock on the door pierced the silence sharply, and turned his attention to the door. Cupping her cheek, Legolas smiled a bit and stroked her cheek with his thumb lightly before sliding out of the bed and standing. The tall elf stretched his legs for a bit, and then made his way over to the door. The handle was grasped and the door was cracked open, enough for the elf to see who was on the other side. This door seemed to have too many visitors. It was Aragorn, and he did not look too happy. The body was found. Legolas glanced over his wounded shoulder toward Anoron. She had enough pain as it was, and did not need anymore heat from it. He slipped out of the door and closed it behind him, not wanting her to hear what Aragorn had to say.
Aragorn held up the elven arrows that had been in Mordecai’s body. The man’s jaw was tight, his eyes staring at him and speaking a silent question, which was what happened. “Legolas, I know these are your arrows. Why?” “We got into a fight, and he would have killed me, so I shot him to protect myself. I have marks to bear from the fight, if you do not believe me.”
The elf pointed to his neck and then the wounded shoulder. But, Aragorn was not a stupid man, and he knew that there was a fight, but the cause? “I know there was a fight, Legolas. I want to know why you shot one of your comrades.”
If only the man knew the real reason. The figured that to take the spotlight off of her, he would have to take the blame. Aragorn would not need much convincing, not would he be more upset. Had Aragorn known that Mordecai tried to rape her, the king just might send her back home. And as much as Legolas wanted her to go back home and be safe, Anoron wanted to do this.
“It was caused by a bitter banter of words of discrimination of race. It simply got out of hand, and to protect myself, I killed him.”
Legolas said without remorse.
Aragorn frowned, and broke the arrows. Those that dealt death to a comrade were not to be used again. Never. “I do not know what has gotten into you, Legolas. I cannot trust you around these people. I thought that you were a better elf than that, Legolas. If you have a problem, take it to me. We will speak of this more later.”
Handing the arrows to Legolas, Aragorn turned on his heels and stormed off to finish packing and loading up for the journey. The elf on the other hand stood there, watching his best friend walk away. He hated to keep things from him, but he had promised Anoron that he would say nothing. Legolas was a good elf, and if Aragorn knew the reason, he would not be so upset with him for killing Mordecai; Aragorn would have killed his as well.
Another sigh escaped his lips as he returned to the room and closed the door behind him. Walking over to the small fireplace in the room, the elf tossed the arrows into the flames, stood there, and watched them burning and melt. His arms crossed over his chest loosely while his mind sunk into his thoughts; thoughts of how to mend his friendship with Aragorn, and how to deal with this new feeling for Anoron, who would be leaving the company once they reached their first destination.
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