"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."
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Re: Celebration (cont.)
Anorista smiled at Legolas' reaction. The Elf was obviously not used to be restrained--unable to do anything, and submit to the pleasure she wanted to bestow onto him. Her hands reached behind her to his breeches, and began to undo them. Although she was doing this with her back to the breeches, it was easy. She'd done it so many times before.
She moved slightly, beginning to slide back down from his chest; her dress hiked up to her thighs, so the bare of her leg smoothly flowed against his bare torso. As she moved, she grabbed his wrists once more, and held them at his sides.
And as she moved down, she pulled his breeches down further with her--allowing her buttox and womanhood to brush over his manhood lightly, until she was now straddling his waist. Her position was tight -- allowing him next to no movement. He could not even buck his hips up to get his length into contant with her womanhood. Anorista smiled and pinned his wrists to the matress.
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In me thou seest only the twilight remains of day,
As after sunset fadeth in the west,
Which by and by black night doth take away,
The image of death that envelops all in rest.
Re: Celebration (cont.)
Legolas whimpered at the lose of contact. He wanted to feel inside of her. But she made that nearly inpossible. He tried to lifted his hips to hers, but he was in such a way that he could not. His eyes fluttered open for a brief moment, then closed. Legolas could feel teh growing urge within surge through his whole body.
His head reared back deep into the pillow, exposing his throat to her.
'Let a ploughman plough, but choose an otter for swimming, and for running light over grass and leaf, or over snow...an Elf.'
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Re: Celebration (cont.)
Anorista took the opportunity, and attached her lips possessively to his neck once more -- nipping, sucking, licking. All of it, lavished upon his smooth and fair skin. Legolas gave a small cry, as there was one spot on his neck that was extremely sensitive. She knew how to pleasure him. How to arouse him. Something easily learned over the years. Being together.
Do you wish for release, now? She asked against his ear; biting the lobe.
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In me thou seest only the twilight remains of day,
As after sunset fadeth in the west,
Which by and by black night doth take away,
The image of death that envelops all in rest.
Re: Celebration (cont.)"Yes!" He cried out. He felt like cumming any minute now. "I yield! I yield to you...please...release...I need it..." He moaned out. He felt helpless. He couldn't caress her. He needed to feel her inside. He reared his head back until he could not anymore. His Adam's Apple stck out slightly. His heart increased, and his breathing turned to deep pants. Sweat beaded his body.
'Let a ploughman plough, but choose an otter for swimming, and for running light over grass and leaf, or over snow...an Elf.'
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(8/24/03 12:28 pm)
Re: Celebration (cont.)
Giving Legolas one final, and gentle kiss on his heaving chest, Anorista settled down onto him. Both moaned, and his head shot back up again. Still holding his wrists down, she began to manuver her hips. Pumping up and down on his manhood--pleasuring him while satisfying her own needs. She rocked back and forth; picking up speed -- her hands tightening around his wrists.
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In me thou seest only the twilight remains of day,
As after sunset fadeth in the west,
Which by and by black night doth take away,
The image of death that envelops all in rest.
Re: Celebration (cont.)
Legolas gave out a hoarse cry. His hands grpped the sheets tightly, as he tried to meet her hips. His heart seemed to stop, and his breathing was labored. Passion envolped him. He groaned as he filled her all the way. He frowned from the pleasure and tossed his head from side to side madly. He felt like exploding. Legolas needed release. And soon...
'Let a ploughman plough, but choose an otter for swimming, and for running light over grass and leaf, or over snow...an Elf.'
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(8/24/03 12:44 pm)
Re: Celebration (cont.)
Anorista could see Legolas' tension. Still gripping his wrists firmly at either side of his head, she moved faster and faster. Both practically screaming for release.
Then, both came. She felt his warm seed spread within her. Their horse breathing slowed to panting. Anorista still slowly manuvered her hips over his length. Her hands released his wrists.....
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In me thou seest only the twilight remains of day,
As after sunset fadeth in the west,
Which by and by black night doth take away,
The image of death that envelops all in rest.
Re: Celebration (cont.)
Legolas sighed and opened his eyes. They ad been closed for the remainer of the whole ordeal. His loving gaze was set on hers. Smiling He wrapped his arms around hers--pulling her close to him. "I promise you you a night...when I will show you pleasure...but now...I an so tired...thank you. This was what I needed. You..." Legolas kissed her passionately.
He rain ihs hands through her soft and silky hair.
'Let a ploughman plough, but choose an otter for swimming, and for running light over grass and leaf, or over snow...an Elf.'
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(8/24/03 12:59 pm)
Re: Celebration (cont.)
Years past, and they all got older. Legolîn had been in school and was now in his 'teenage' years. Probably the most difficult. Kira had left them, and Anorista and Legolas made sure to send her nice care-packages every Christmas; letting her know they were still grateful.
Anorsista was busy arranging some flowers, when Legolîn walked into their home, slamming the door slightly. She turned around, startled at first, but saw it was her son.
Oh, Legolîn... She smiled.
She began to walk closer to him, but her smile faded. A black eye was coming in, and his lip was bleeding. His clothes were somewhat dirty and scuffed up. Not again... She said sadly, tilting her head. Legolîn looked down -- anger still in his eyes, yet now guilt lingered there also.
She braught him to the table and sat him down. She walked over to counter and got a damn cloth and some ice. Anorista couldn't help thinking that he and Legolas were so much alike. Personality. Pride. Looks.
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In me thou seest only the twilight remains of day,
As after sunset fadeth in the west,
Which by and by black night doth take away,
The image of death that envelops all in rest.
Re: Celebration (cont.)
Legolas walked into the room with a few papers in his hand. He looked up and saw his son. His eyes widened slightly and he sat the papers down--running over to his son. "What happened?!" He asked worried. This all seemed so familiar to him. Legolîn was very buch like his father. Another fight. When Legolas was younger, he was in many fights as well...quite a few actually...
'Let a ploughman plough, but choose an otter for swimming, and for running light over grass and leaf, or over snow...an Elf.'
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Re: Celebration (cont.)
I'm fine. He said angrily, embarrassed that his parents worried so much. Don't worry about it.
He pressed the damp cloth to his lip, taking off the blood. Anorista sat back down across from him with some fresh Athelas tea. Legolîn....can you tell me what happened? She asked; her tone was soft and motherly--she found it often worked.
Legolîn looked to both of them and shook his head.
Everyone hates me! He said, annoyed. They tease me; say I don't belong to ONE family. I can't follow the rules of Thranduil or Garîn. My friends on either minions of Thranduil or minions of Garîn.
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In me thou seest only the twilight remains of day,
As after sunset fadeth in the west,
Which by and by black night doth take away,
The image of death that envelops all in rest.
Re: Celebration (cont.)
Legolas frowned. "Did you beat them up good, Legolîn?" Legolas asked with his hand rubbing his chin in thought.
"Legolas!" Anorista sya scoudlingly towards him.
"Well he needs to learn how to defend himself. Obviously this won't stop. He has to fight back. He can't stay some weak little boy. He's growing up." Legolas turned to Legolîn. "Don't let them drag you down."
'Let a ploughman plough, but choose an otter for swimming, and for running light over grass and leaf, or over snow...an Elf.'
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Re: Celebration (cont.)
Anorista glared at Legolas with a raised brow.
I did fight them off. Legolîn said nodding, with a small smile. I got some of them better then they got me.
She shook her head, and smoothed out his golen hair a little more. A miniature version of Legolas, no doubt. Pride and all. Well if you ARE thinking about fighting....and your father keeps pressuring you too....She said, glancing back at Legolas for a moment. I think it would be best if you let him give you a few lessons. Combat.
Legolîn looked to his father and smiled. Ada?....I can already beat him, no problem. Send me to a REAL expert. Elessar, maybe?
Anorista held back her laughter.
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In me thou seest only the twilight remains of day,
As after sunset fadeth in the west,
Which by and by black night doth take away,
The image of death that envelops all in rest.
Re: Celebration (cont.)
Legolas arched a brow. He smiled and laughed. "I can fight. I let you win. It's a good thing too. You would be afraid of me. I was just like you. I got in lots of fights...your mother can tell you that. She was there for one of the worse fights..You are very proudful like I am.." He stuck his tongue out at Anorista smiling. "There is nothing wrong with that my son.." Legolas said, turning back to Legolîn. "I'm glad you got them good. Don't let Anyone push you around or make you feel inferior. You are not my son. Your grandfathers love you dearly."
More or less, he thought. Garîn hated him, and loved Anorista, and thranduil was just the opposite. Thranduil loved his son, but hated his wife. Sighing He sat down and looked to his son. "You let me know WHO it is...and I will deal with it. No one bullies my son or wife."
'Let a ploughman plough, but choose an otter for swimming, and for running light over grass and leaf, or over snow...an Elf.'
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(8/24/03 1:37 pm)
Re: Celebration (cont.)No, don't get involved! Legolîn said standing. The last thing I need is for my father to come down and embarrass me by sticking up for his son. Just let me do this. I can handle it.
He tossed the cloth on the table and went to his room. Anorista sighed and looked at Legolas. You'll deal with it!?... She repeated, smiling. You didn't actually think that was going to work, did you?
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In me thou seest only the twilight remains of day,
As after sunset fadeth in the west,
Which by and by black night doth take away,
The image of death that envelops all in rest.
Re: Celebration (cont.)
He sighed. "The I'll have to do it when he desn't know it... What do we do? Mother...." He said smiling. He pulled her in his lap and looked at her.
"Teenagers..." Legolas rolled his eyes and laughed. He kissed her cheek and stared at the wall absentmindedly. "I don't know what to do..."
'Let a ploughman plough, but choose an otter for swimming, and for running light over grass and leaf, or over snow...an Elf.'
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(8/24/03 1:54 pm)
Re: Celebration (cont.)
She rested her head against Legolas'. There's nothing we can do, Legolas. He will get through this. Legolîn needs to face this alone -- as you did, when you were his age.
Anorista sighed and paused.
Maybe we should find him a girl... She smiled.
Legolas looked to her warningly. I don't want my son doing what WE did as EARLY as we did.
She laughed and nudged him slightly.
That night, all were sleeping quietly. Except for Anorista, who was up a few times, getting sick to her stomach. She did not manage to wake anyone, thankfully.
Yet morning came, but she did not open her eyes. Her muscles in her stomach and throat ached from the dry heaves last night. The pillows and blanket were so soft, and she had lost so much sleep last night -- she didn't want to get up.
Yet she could feel Legolas tossing beside her, and could feel his eyes on her back as she lay curled away from him.
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In me thou seest only the twilight remains of day,
As after sunset fadeth in the west,
Which by and by black night doth take away,
The image of death that envelops all in rest.
Re: Celebration (cont.)
Legolas looked at his wife with concerned eyes. SHe was getting sick. Why? Afraid for her, Legolas sent word to Kira. Days went by and Legolas watched her closely. The thought thta she could be pregant did not enterhis mind. Usually it never did. You expected the worse..then someone wonder was happening instead...
'Let a ploughman plough, but choose an otter for swimming, and for running light over grass and leaf, or over snow...an Elf.'
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(8/24/03 2:04 pm)
Re: Celebration (cont.)
Anorista began to eat lembas like it was disappearing. Her stomach was beginning to round out slightly, and slowly. Legolas often took the lembas away from her playfully -- teasing her about gaining weight.
Yet one morning, while visited by Kira while Legolas and Legolîn were both out -- Anorista found out why. She was pregnant. Again. The words were joyous to her....but she feared telling Legolas. How would he react to the news of another child? When Kira left, Anorista spent an hour pacing....and nibbling on lembas bread.
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In me thou seest only the twilight remains of day,
As after sunset fadeth in the west,
Which by and by black night doth take away,
The image of death that envelops all in rest.
Re: Celebration (cont.)
Legolas and Legolîn came home. He set the large bag down and walked over to her, while Legolîn walked off to his room. He was rather upset with his father. Legolas had talked to the teacher about the other students. Legolîn didn't get teased about it, but Legolîn had found out. Legolas kissed her on the cheek and smiled. "I need to take you off that Lembas...it's giving you weight..." He teased. "Perhaps we should get into spars and other physical activities for you... and take AWAY the lembas.." He smiled.
'Let a ploughman plough, but choose an otter for swimming, and for running light over grass and leaf, or over snow...an Elf.'
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