"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."
Legolas sat up on the bed and smiled slyly at her. He stretched his long legs out before him, and stood. Walking over to her he ran his hand across her chest, while circling her like a hawk. "Control....when it comes to you, my love, it is hard to keep it....you melt my heart..and I can't help myself.." Legolas stopped when he was behind her, and wrapped his arms around her waist.
"A desire for a lady...a desire that bruns in us both...." Legolas whispered sedutively in her ear. He nipped and licked the lobe of Anoron's ear. His hands drifted down her waist...
'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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(10/20/03 4:57 am)
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Anoron gasped. Legolas....please.... Her head lulled back slightly, though her mind protested. Such a thing should not be done now. Her hands found his and she managed to pry them off her waist, and turn; her hands now trapped within his.
I see in your eyes, the same fear that would take the heart of me.
A day may come, when the courage of Men fails.
And we forsake our friends, and break all bonds of fellowship -- but it is not this day.
This day....we fight!
Re: .: How It May End :.
Legolas tried to run his hands down her thigh, but her hands held his strongly, and he smiled. His lips kissed and sucked on her neck and jaw. He was trying to seduce her. Legolas began to rock and slightly grind his hips into her buttox and lower back. His answer was a low moan and their fingers intertwined. "I love you...I always have...and always will..." His breath was waarm against her ear, and sent shivers down her spine.
His hands continued to play with Anoron's. Slowly, Legolas was pulling her back to their bed. His lips continued to brand her neck and throat. "Do you not want this....me...?" He asked in a whisper for her. The side of Legolas' face brushed against Anoron's.
'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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(10/20/03 1:36 pm)
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Anoron sighed. I-- She said, breathing a little more. I think....we should wait until later.... She tried to slip her hand from his, but Legolas' grip was strong. There was something in his eyes. Something familiar, but she couldn't tell what or why.
Slowly as she thought, he pushed her back into the bed on her back and crawled over her. Legolas.....please.... She said. His lips attached to her neck and she gave a small moan, before closing her mouth again. I do not wish to get into this now, She tried to pull the fabric on his shoulders back away from her. I want to do it later....Legolas...
But that determined look was still in his eyes. As he continued to kiss her neck, Legolas moved his hands down to her thighs and dress again. Legolas, no, please. Not now... She said, her voice a bit stronger.
Yet his hands roamed her possessively and began to hike her dress up. Legolas, no!... She began to grow more and more worried. As she tried to sit up, Legolas simply shifted his body weight to block her. She braught her hand up to push him away, but he only grabbed it and held her wrist tightly. Legolas! Please! Anoron was quite frightened at this point as he lavished her neck with attention.
She tried to wiggle and lift her hips free, but his own legs were straddling her strongly, closing tighter every so often to hold her in place. Legolas! She cried, fear now present. No! Please!
I see in your eyes, the same fear that would take the heart of me.
A day may come, when the courage of Men fails.
And we forsake our friends, and break all bonds of fellowship -- but it is not this day.
This day....we fight!
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Legolas kissed her neck one final time, before he felt and heard the fear in her. A bit ashamed, he released her hands and looked into her eyes, "Forgive me, I know not what came over me..." He got off of her and walked to the far window. He had frightened her. He didn't even know why he was doing this. Then, he realized he was behaving like Gwanath would. His hands shook, his back to Anoron so she could not see him, and his eyes closed tightly.
"How...could I be so..." Legolas' voice trailed off and he sat down on the cold floor with his head in his hands. Something in him snapped. His well being? His better judgement? Or was it his fear of loosing her to another...
'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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(10/20/03 4:52 pm)
Re: .: How It May End :.
Anoron sat up, pulling up the neck of her dress a little bit, and pulling down her dress. Her breathing began to return to normal as she looked at Legolas. It's all right Legolas.... She said, standing and brushing the hair out of her face gently. I know you didn't mean to...
She sniffed a little bit and closed her eyes, pushing back the tears she certainly would have spilt.
I see in your eyes, the same fear that would take the heart of me.
A day may come, when the courage of Men fails.
And we forsake our friends, and break all bonds of fellowship -- but it is not this day.
This day....we fight!
Re: .: How It May End :.
Legolas shook his head violently and hide his face from her. "No....no..." His voice was cracking. Not only did he scare Anoron, he scared himself. He reminded himself of the man that raped his wife. What he almost did. Had Anoron not called him out of it, he would have raped her. Taken her. His heart seemed to stop, and his breathing shallower. Frantically his mind raced and became open with all posibilities. "No...no....no...NO!" He shoved his back into the corner in attempt to hide himself from her. How could she look at him? How could she stand him now...
'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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(10/20/03 5:14 pm)
Re: .: How It May End :.Legolas, it's ok, really! She said, hurt to see him like this. Nothing happened!....You had enough sense to stop!.... She touched his arms gently and tried to look at his face. Please, can we not just spend the rest of the afternoon together, like planned?.... She hoped he wouldn't dwell on it constantly. It was a one time thing....right?
I see in your eyes, the same fear that would take the heart of me.
A day may come, when the courage of Men fails.
And we forsake our friends, and break all bonds of fellowship -- but it is not this day.
This day....we fight!
Re: .: How It May End :."How can you stand me?! After what I did...or almost did! I almost raped you! I'm not better then him! I've become him!" Legolas flinched away from her and curled up tightly in the corner and shielded his face from her. If he haad almost done it...what if it happened again? He shuddered at the thought and felt ashamed and guilty. "I'm sorry...I'm so sorry...I don't know what came over me...I'm so sorry.."
'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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(10/20/03 6:13 pm)
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Anoron had already told him it was all right....yet Legolas did not seem to want to listen. Sighing, she walked over to the hook and took down her cloak and slid it on. Looking back to him she sighed. I'll give you some time.... She said softly. He obviously needed time to deal and get over with what he almost did. But it wouldn't help with her here.
I see in your eyes, the same fear that would take the heart of me.
A day may come, when the courage of Men fails.
And we forsake our friends, and break all bonds of fellowship -- but it is not this day.
This day....we fight!
Legolas began to pace the room. How could he? He was turning into Gwanath! No! He would not let it happen. He could not. Tears of anger at himself threatened to spill down his cheeks. He flung himself on the bed an gripped the sheets hard. His fists were clentched so hard, that his knuckles turned white. perhaps he needed to be hung.
'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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