"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."
Anoron growled. "If you INSIST on finding excuses and not playing along, then your wish is granted!" She spat out, before reaching down and snapping his leather tie from around his wrists, freeing him. Standing, she huffed of and stormed further into the grove. She WANTED her elf, and she wanted him now. To hell with healing more, she felt fine....the only thing upsetting her was her lacking desire fulfillment. Legolas was better at resisting than she'd thought. She wouldn't have agreed to evening wrestling with Legolas, unless she thought there was a promise of intimacy. If she'd known Legolas going to be so difficult, she would've wrestled with Elladan the next morning.
Finally freed from the cord, the elf turned over to see a very angry Anoron storm off. He sighed and rolled his eyes. Most of the time he had been getting the raw end of the deal that others did not see. The ranger rarely snapped at anyone else. It seemed as if it was only he that was receiving the force of Anoron whenever she snapped at him. He had gotten use to it, but now that she was fully upset, it made him a bit angry as well. He was afraid of hurting her. While they were in the moment, the elf knew that neither of them would feel nothing but sweet bliss, yet after that Legolas knew she would be sore, if not in pain.
The ranger didn't get too far, before she stopped, regaining her breath and resting against a large tree. She was a little out of breath - her legs ached a bit, but only from the muscle burning. Now that the adrenaline from the fight, and the arousal of her elf was wearing off....Anoron found her energy wavering. But her anger was still there.
The elf stood and followed her. He could not leave her out here alone, no matter how upset with him she was. When he found her, which did not take long, The elf walked up behind her and placed his hand on her shoulder. “Anoron...understand that we cannot right now. I fear for hurting you. I was told by both the healers and your friends to wait until you healed better. Please do not be upset..” And he squeezed her shoulder affectionately, not knowing just how angry she was. To the elf, it was the same as all the other times she snapped at him.
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The elf stood and followed her. He could not leave her out here alone, no matter how upset with him she was. When he found her, which did not take long, The elf walked up behind her and placed his hand on her shoulder. “Anoron...understand that we cannot right now. I fear for hurting you. I was told by both the healers and your friends to wait until you healed better. Please do not be upset..” And he squeezed her shoulder affectionately, not knowing just how angry she was. To the elf, it was the same as all the other times she snapped at him.
"Legolas, did it ever occur to you, that being with you...and being intimate, may be just as good a workout, as wrestling and sparring?!....With the added benifit of nurturing and healing me emotionally?!" She asked, wondering if he thought of it like that. Really, engaging in the sexual act of love would but their bodies through just as good as a workout as wrestling and sparring combat; physical activity, which would only help build up her strenght and endurance. PLUS....she would get what she didn't get from sparring internally. She would be able to enjoy the act, thus strengthening any emotional damage.
A sigh escaped her lips as she continued to face away from Legolas. "Love would be so much more benificial to me now....why is it, that I am the only one to see it?" She asked retorically. Reaching up, she placed her hand atop Legolas, and gave it a soft squeeze, almost like a silent apology. "Leave me for a while," She said softly, continuing to walk into the grove and disappear from his sight. Anoron was discouraged, and she didn't like snapping at Legolas, but her sexual frustration was building.
Finding a quiet, clear spot - Anoron sat down, leaning up against a tree. She could only release herself from this. Reaching down, she slid her hand beneath her breeches, and to the apex of her legs, beginning to pleasure herself; softly moaning. If Legolas couldn't bring himself to help her.....she would do it herself, and return to him when finished. A soft moan escaped her lips as she closed her eyes, and moved away from the tree - lying on her back and facing up, her hips arching into her own hand.
Re: To the Ends of the Earth"Legolas, did it ever occur to you, that being with you...and being intimate, may be just as good a workout, as wrestling and sparring?!....With the added benefit of nurturing and healing me emotionally?!"
Legolas was silent. No, it had never occurred to him. He was too busy worrying about NOT hurting her that he was really was hurting her. He could not win could he? Everyone had told him that she nee to heal, and that was what he went with. All that he was trying to do was for her benefit. If he had his choice, not only would they be rolling in the grass making sweet songs of love, but it would not have been the first time. He wanted her, but he was trying to better himself for her. He did not think that saying no would cause such a reaction from her. That truly meant that what the others had told him were wrong. Legolas hung his head and silently shook it, not caring if she saw him or not. “No Anoron, I did not...” He mumbled, as if he was a child who had just been chastised.
"Love would be so much more beneficial to me now....why is it, that I am the only one to see it?" She asked rhetorically. Reaching up, she placed her hand atop Legolas, and gave it a soft squeeze, almost like a silent apology. "Leave me for a while,"
A frown settled on his face. Leave her? That was something that was nearly impossible for him to do. “Anoron...I want to make love to you...but I...” His voice trailed off as he watched her move further into the grove. Leaning against the tree he sighed and closed his eyes. This was so complicated that it was making him frustrated, and all he meant was for the best. He did not want to be selfish and think of making love to her when she was still recovering from before. Opening his eyes once more, the elf looked up into the canopy of the trees. “Eru...help me..I know not what to do...” Legolas whispered softly, speaking to himself. He did not know what to do. Either he risked hurting her and make love to her, or he try to be a saint and deny them both of what they wanted.
Legolas growled again and hit his head back against the trunk of the tree lightly. Finally making a decision, he began to walk after Anoron. He would take his chances. If it was what she really wanted, he woulf give it to her. Who knew better than Anoron herself? Yet when he found her, he stopped and stood there, watching her carefully. Anoron was pleasuring herself. Legolas blinked. That was a first to see. From the looks of it, Anoron really did release from the sexual tension that was building between them. Perhaps that was the only way to help her feel better. Taking a breath, the elf walked upon silent feet to where she lay on the ground. Her eyes were closed and her head craned toward the sky. Legolas lowered himself on top of her, and it was not until she felt the body of another that she would know he was there. The elf could not leave her here like this, she was making that desire mount within himself as well.
He pulled her hand from her breeches gently and pressed his hips against hers, replacing her hand. Leaning in close to her ear, the elf whispered softly, huskily. “Let me pleasure you...” And slowly, he began to pull down her breeches, pushing the material down to her knees. His lips kissed her neck softly while his hands slid under her shirt, gliding over the soft skin of hers upper body.
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Taking a breath, the elf walked upon silent feet to where she lay on the ground. Her eyes were closed and her head craned toward the sky. Legolas lowered himself on top of her, and it was not until she felt the body of another that she would know he was there. The elf could not leave her here like this, she was making that desire mount within himself as well. Anoron's eyes shot open in surprise upon feeling the weight upon her, but when seeing blonde hair and blue eyes, she relaxed a bit. She hadn't even heard Legolas come to her.
He pulled her hand from her breeches gently and pressed his hips against hers, replacing her hand. Leaning in close to her ear, the elf whispered softly, huskily. “Let me pleasure you...” And slowly, he began to pull down her breeches, pushing the material down to her knees. His lips kissed her neck softly while his hands slid under her shirt, gliding over the soft skin of hers upper body.
Anoron groaned at the sound of his husky voice, thick with desire like her own had been. She was glad he had changed her mind - such a desire within her would not be easily cured by her own will....so much as by the will of Legolas. He was quite skilled at such intimacy. She moaned deeply as her now bare hips pressed against Legolas' clothes ones. She felt him tugging at her shirt, before pulling it over her head and disregarding it upon the soft grass. Anoron intook a deep breath as she realxed upon the earth - the cool feeling of her naked body exposed sending shivers up her back....not to mention the sight of the beautiful elf above her.
"I need to feel you as well..." She moaned, tugging at his leggings. "You shall not hurt me..." She said.
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Anoron groaned at the sound of his husky voice, thick with desire like her own had been. She was glad he had changed her mind - such a desire within her would not be easily cured by her own will....so much as by the will of Legolas. He was quite skilled at such intimacy. She moaned deeply as her now bare hips pressed against Legolas' clothes ones. She felt him tugging at her shirt, before pulling it over her head and disregarding it upon the soft grass. Anoron in took a deep breath as she relaxed upon the earth - the cool feeling of her naked body exposed sending shivers up her back....not to mention the sight of the beautiful elf above her.
"I need to feel you as well..." She moaned, tugging at his leggings. "You shall not hurt me..."
The elf bit his lip, but would comply. He wanted just as much as her, but that fear had held him back. The same fear that he always feared from the beginning. Legolas did not want to hurt her. She was still healing, he knew that, but she needed more than bed rest. After a while, even that would drive anyone insane. Taking a deep breath, Legolas kissed the spot just below her ear tenderly, Before reaching down to his leggings. Nimble fingers undid the binds and loosened them. His boots were kicked off as well as his leggings; they rested in the grass, abandoned for now. Legolas thanked Eru that it was the evening, for had it been day light, someone would have been more prone to see them.
Bare hips pressed against hers, creating a soft and throaty moan from the elf. Legolas’ eyes closed as he began to grind his hips into hers seductively. To touch her felt so good, even though he still had his tunic on. That was last on his mind. Legolas lay between her legs, holding himself up with the strength in his arms. The elf leaned down and kissed her deeply, groaning as he moved against her hips and her womanhood. “Tell me if I hurt you..” He mumbled against her lips when he paused for air. But lips did not stay away from hers too long, for soon he crushed his lips to hers in a heated kiss the harder he pushed against her, wanting to pleasure her before he entered the one he loved. It was a risk, but a risk both were willing to take.
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Taking a deep breath, Legolas kissed the spot just below her ear tenderly, before reaching down to his leggings. Nimble fingers undid the binds and loosened them. His boots were kicked off as well as his leggings; they rested in the grass, abandoned for now. Legolas thanked Eru that it was the evening, for had it been day light, someone would have been more prone to see them.
Bare hips pressed against hers, creating a soft and throaty moan from the elf - as a soft cry came from Anoron's lips, barely audible save to Legolas' sensitive ears. Legolas’ eyes closed as he began to grind his hips into hers seductively. To touch her felt so good, even though he still had his tunic on. That was last on his mind. Legolas lay between her legs, holding himself up with the strength in his arms. The elf leaned down and kissed her deeply, groaning as he moved against her hips and her womanhood.
“Tell me if I hurt you..” He mumbled against her lips when he paused for air. But lips did not stay away from hers too long, for soon he crushed his lips to hers in a heated kiss the harder he pushed against her, wanting to pleasure her before he entered the one he loved. It was a risk, but a risk both were willing to take. Anoron cried out into his mouth, but the sound of her voice was swallowed by Legolas himself.
Her hands came up and gripped either side of his shoulders intensely, as the pleasurable feeling of having him between her legs was again building inside her. It was glorious. Even if Legolas DID hurt her -- she would say nothing, for the pleasure of her lover was worth a bit of pain every now and then. Anoron's hands slid over his chest, gripping and groaping the slender muscles there, before impatiently ripping his tunic down the middle, popping buttons, and exposing his torso. She moaned as her fingers drifted over his already hard nipples.
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Her hands came up and gripped either side of his shoulders intensely, as the pleasurable feeling of having him between her legs was again building inside her. It was glorious. Even if Legolas DID hurt her -- she would say nothing, for the pleasure of her lover was worth a bit of pain every now and then. Anoron's hands slid over his chest, gripping and groping the slender muscles there, before impatiently ripping his tunic down the middle, popping buttons, and exposing his torso. She moaned as her fingers drifted over his already hard nipples.
It would be a lie if he had denied not being aroused by her actions. Quickly the elf shrugged out of the tunic and tossed it away. His hands began to do their own exploration of her body. Fingers drifted over the skin of her sides and chest, acquainting themselves with the softness of flesh that was her. It was now or never. Legolas pulled her legs up more to rest on his waist while he slowly and carefully entered her deeply. Again the elf moaned deep in his throat. For a moment he stilled in her, not sure if he was hurting her or not. Then slow at first, Legolas began to thrust into her.
He had missed this greatly. His lips moved down to place kisses on her neck and jaw, cherishing her and pleasuring her all at once. Legolas moaned as he began to pick up speed, the fear of hurting her changing tot he fear of disappointing her. He loved her, and he wanted to prove that love to her. Aroudn them night began to grow later, and soon nothing but the stars and the moon was there to bath them in a sweet light.
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