"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 chuckled and sat down on the cool grass beside her. "But WE are living creattures...why should the race difference matter...you are a beautiful woman...and I a hansome man..a man who so desires to taste your sweet lips again.."
He slurred as well. The intoxicating wine was numbing himself, and now a completely different side of him was showing. A side he never knew, and a side he dare not show.
Taking her hand in his Legolas pulled her onto his lap and kissed her passionately. She was sweet. His hands slide to the lower back of Anoron, and ran over the clasps.
'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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Anoron did not pretend to resist this time. They seperated for a moment, as Legolas' hands drifted over her body and to the front of her dress. She giggled. Are all Elves so full of taste and passion?.... Anoron asked; their faces inches apart. Her hands lazily ran through his hair, not being able to find the strength to focus. Elven wine certainly had a large affect on her than human wine. More strong, yet sweeter still. Addictive.
Her hands went from his hair, to his shoulders, rubbing them affectionately. I've never done this with an Elf.... She laughed, biting his lip.
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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,
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Re: How it Began
Legolas smiled and his hands trailed down the front of her dress. "Nor have I with a mortal....so it is new to both of us..." He chuckled and his lips captured hers passionately. His tongue sliding into her mouth and dancing with her own. The dance for dominance. But Legolas borke it and looked to her. "Perhaps this will be better suited in my room...." He whispered seductively in her ear.
She only giggled and wrapped her arms around his neck and her legs around his waist. Smiling, the elf stood and and carried her back inside. They walked down the long halls, Legolas ocassionally kissing her neck sweetly until they reached the large oak door that parted them from his room. Grasping the golden handle, the prince pushed the door open, still holding her, and walked in. His foot closed the door behind them, and t made a soft click. Now the mortal and elf were alone in his room.
Legolas pressed her against the wall, and grinded his hips into hers. His hands made quick work to explore his chest and thighs. Running along the fabric hat parted them from her smootha nd creamy skins. The elf's fingers drifted over her breasts and his hands explored them. Her moans were silenced by his mouth again. Diving his tongue in once more..
'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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Anoron moaned and pumped her own hips against Legolas; using the wall for balance and strength. As they kissed, her teeth gently pulled on his bottom lip -- sending the Elf into somewhat of a passion frenzy. He attached his lips to her neck, while moving away from the wall and turning. Slowly, Anoron felt a soft matress behind her. He'd dipped her onto the bed.
Hovering over her, Legolas kissed her deeply again, linger and placing a few fingers on her jaw to hold her head in place and tilt it to better accomidate him. Anoron's dress had been hiked up to her thighs now, as her slender legs wrapped around his torso; gently rubbing and squeezing. Her hands slid to his tunic and vest, undoing the clasps and kissing the bare skin that dared to appear.
So fair, Princeling.... She whispered into his ear; trailing her tongue over the pointed end and shell.
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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: How it Began"There is none fairer then teh beauty that lay before me..." He whispered. As her tongue traced his ear, he shivered as chills of passion and desire clouded his mind. Kisses he trailed down her neck and up to her lips. Kissing her passionately. The devilish hands of the elf ran over the clasps of her dress, and undid them. Legolas tilted his head down to get a better look at her. He smiled--pleased with what he saw.
Grasping the material, he pulled it down to her waist. His hands trailed up her now bare skin. cupping the tender mounds before him. Her moans only aroused him. At such a sight it caused the prince to grind into her hips more. Wanting to feel her completely, but clothes parted them.
Legolas bent down and kissed the skin on her breast. nipping at the rosey bud, and sucking on the sweet skin, But he woukld not leave one unsatisfied. He lavished the other with just as much attention. "Such an amazing creature....who dares to say poorly on them...may they be shamed forever. So beautiful you are...." Trailing the kisses up, Legolas soon captured her lips with his.
'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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Anoron giggled. I think perhaps the wine has gone to your head mater elf.... She said between kisses and clothing. Her hands pushed back his tunic and vest; leaving them crumpled to the floor. Bare skinned and beautiful he now was. Except for his breeches. Something her hands saught out and began to undo the chords. Anoron's lips nipped at Legolas' neck as he panted above her.
Finally, she pulled them down. His engorged member sprang forth. She looked at it with appreciation and blush. Tentatively, she reached out to touch it. It was hard as steel and yet when she stroked the length gently, she realized that it felt like velvet. Legolas bit back a groan as he allowed her to explore his body. Her fingers caressed the head of his member and gently cupped the sacs beneath it.
Legolas gave out a lusty cry when her tongue flicked at the head of his shaft and his hips flexed restlessly when she pressed soft kisses along its length. Anoron, no more… you will undo me.... He gritted out before he gently pushed her once more on her back.
Finally, they made love. Passionately -- a new experience for both, never having made love to one from another race before. It was exciting in Anoron's opinion, to have such a beautiful creature cry out her name, and be within her. But oth climaxed.....and the experience was over. They lay there, side by side, before both passing out into a dreamless sleep from the exhaustion and alcohol.
And finally. It was morning. Early morning -- the sun had not quite yet risen, and Anoron was the first to wake. She sat up, and closed her eyes, holding her head in pain. Hangover. Damn Elvish wine. She was in bed at least.....but her eye caught faint movement. With another?!
Looking over, she saw blone hair. An ELF! Quietly and carefully, she leaned over and tried to get a look at his face. Legolas. The PRINCE of Mirkwood! She'd slept with him!....While she wasn't in the mind state to think properly?! Anoron shook her head, kicking herself. Great. Now he would think mortal women are easy....you just need to get a few drinks in them to help them along. Cursing herself, she slid out of bed and put on her dress once more, and slipped out of the
room.
The humans gathered under the morning sky--getting whatever they had braught, and having their horses returned. Anoron patted the neck of her horse, the memory of what had happened slightly fresh in her mind. She swung onto her horse and awaited the others. With a nod from Thranduil and a few of his minions, the humans left.
Down the paths, through the brush, and past the trees. Out of Greenwood the Great. Their journey seemed longer on the way back....but then again, Anoron had never had so much running through her mind. At least she wouldn't have to see Legolas again. It was almost too embarrasing. He would probably only laugh at her anyway. Foolish humans, make love to anyone....
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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: How it Began
The Sun rose higher, and now the prince of Mirkwood woke. A massive hadache had pounded his head. Legolas groaned and sat up. He got out of the bed and stood. Wh was he naked?! Perhaps he had gotten overheated during the night from all that elven wine, and took his tunic off. Shrugging, the elf walked over to the closet, and grabbed a robe. The soft velvet, trimmed in black, robe felt cool against his skin. Legolas tied the cords, and walked out to his balcony.
The sun glistened, and the sky was alined with beauitful colors. Purple, blue, orange, yellow, red, and violet. The men had left, but his mind ever dwelt on the female ranger. He did not know why, but he felt himself growing more and more fond of her. Even though he had met her briefly, he still felt a yurning to know her better. He did not remember or know that he had made love with her. The wine was strong, and intoxicating. He had had too much, to focus and think. Now...he stood alone on the Balcony. Perering into the morning sky, and waking woods.
'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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6 Months Later....
Anoron rode on her black steed towards the boarders of Mirkwood. Yet before she could enter, two sentinals stepped in front of her. She pulled back on the reins, stopping her horse.
And what would you seek in Greenwood the Great? A sentinal asked rather bitterly.
She held her composure. I desire some confidence with your Elven Prince, Legolas, son of Thranduil.
The sentinals spoke for a moment, then agreed, since it was just her -- to escort her to the prince. They made it clear, however, that he normally did not speak with humans about unknown business. Anoron intook a deep breath, and trotted along the Elves as they walked.
Finally, they reached the central city. Anoron slowly got off her horse, holding her stomach slightly and gazing about the realm -- trying to remember all of her last visit. The elves led her horse away while the other two sentinals led Anoron towards the high house of Thranduil.
Once reaching the front hall, they asked her to wait; one with her, while the other when to summon the son of Thranduil. The sentinal went down the hall, and finally found Legolas in the study.
M'lord. The elf said, bowing respectfully. There is a mortal maiden here to see you. She would not state her business, yet she desires some confidence with you. We can send her off if you wish.
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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.
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Legolas looked up from the book that he held in his hand, and to the sesnital. "A mortal woman looking for me? WHat for I cannot guess....do not send her off. Tell her to come here, and we shall speak in private..." Setting the book down on teh table across from his chair. The prince stood and motioned the sentail to recieve Anoron, and escourt her in. His mmind raced with questions. WHY would a woman be seeking him? To what point and purpose? He would have to await the coming of the lady.
'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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Anoron was led into the study. Once inside, her eyes locked with those of the Legolas. The sentinal nodded and left them alone. She blushed greatly, and crossed her arms over her rather large stomach. Good afternoon, m'lord. She did a small bow before standing straight again.
Her arms rested in front of her stomach, trying to hide the buldge. This was hard enough all ready.
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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.
"Good day my lady Anoron. Would you like to Sit?" He gestured her to the chair. "Now the sential tells me that you wish to speak with me..? About what my lady?" Legolas wlaked to her side, and noticed her rather large stomach. She had found someone for her. He smiled. He was glad that she was happy, and yet sad. He was still fond of her, and now she had found another, and was happy. That was good. She would be happy at least.
'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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Anoron sighed and stood. I'm sorry, m'lord I'd rather stand. Her hands gently rubbed her stomach as she did. This is quite difficult to say.....but I needed to tell you.
Taking in a deep breath, she looked him right in the eyes.
Legolas, do you recall that night, of the celebration? She asked. We had much elven wine....we walked....we talked....we....made love.
She saw his eyebrows raise slightly; as if he was surprised. I know you wouldn't remember of course, I wouldn't have. But I woke up in your bed. You were still sleeping. Beside me. Both....bare skinned.
But m'lord.... She said, pausing again. I am pregnant.....this baby is yours.....for I have slept with no other after sleeping with you.
His face was expressionless. His eyes wider and mouth slightly open. Now, you are not expected to do anything!....All right? I simply told you because it is yours. You have a right to know, just like any other father should. But you are elf kind. I am mortal. And I am prepared to raise this child on my own...I'm just...
She began to fumble her words -- growing more nervous and uncomfortable as the elven prince looked at her. I apologize....
Anoron said finally, giving a small bow and leaving the room. She began down the hall, almost in tears. How foolish! Stupid mortal knocked up by a beautiful Elf. She would surely be the laughing stock of Mirkwood.
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As after sunset fadeth in the west,
Which by and by black night doth take away,
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The child was....his!? He was stunned. Ashamed of what he did....did to her. As she Left, Legolas followed behind her and seized her by the arm gently.
"Lady Anoron...I....I am sorry...I...did not mean to..." He looked down. He did not know what to say. "I don't want you to raise the child on your own....our child. I could not bare learing that my offspring will never truely know his father...and leave such a burden for one to bear.....Stay here.....with me. No one else has to know right now.....we don't have to tell them it is our child. Between us. I'll arrange you a room...if you like...for I do not think you would want to share my bed after what I have done to you.."
Legoals took her hands, "Will you stay...or will I go...?"
'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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Anoron turned her head slightly, looking to the door which lay further down the hall. Then she looked back to Legolas; his eyes shinning with concern. Those kind eyes. The ones she'd remembered from before.
Perhaps....I could stay for a bit. She said nodding slowly. Honestly, she had no where else to go. Most who knew she was mothering the child of an Elf ridiculed her and sent her off with cursing in tow. But she had to appear strong. Anoron wasn't even sure why she came to Legolas. Yes, he was the father, but she figured he would want no real part in this.
All I ask for is a room. She said softly. I shall not breath a word whilst I am here -- no other shall know.
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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.
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Legolas nodded and lifted her hand to his lips--placing a kiss on it. Now he felt the fondness turn into love. But would she want it? It was looked down upon, when an elf loved a mortal. He would be shamed, and so would she. Their child. The elf led her to the room beside his. "This room his a secret door to mine...if you wish you are welcome to come in anytime.."
He led her in and showed her the door that led to his room. Turning to her he smiled. "You shall be most welcomed here. You are my guest...and best of all..the mother of our child...you shall be treated like I am. I promise you..." Legolas kissed her on the cheek, and headed for the door.
'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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Anoron nodded slowly, and eased herself onto the bed. She watched Legolas go sadly, and shut the door. She was alone. Her eyes drifted uncomfortably around the room. Now she was in a place she hardly knew -- with Elves she barely knew. Carrying the child of a Prince who may as well be a stranger to her. The whole thing made her feel awful. What was she to do here?.....The confined stay to her room would not do her spirit any good. A ranger. Stuck indoors. It would be a long and lonely few months.
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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.
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Legolas returned to his room and sat down in the chair. With his head in his hands. What would he do now? He was young, for an elf, and he knew not much about fathering. Now he would be on in but a few months. He was going to be the best father he could be. He was going to stay with her. But she was mortal, and he an elf. If he did want to stay with ehr, and he secretly love her, he was going to have to give up his gift to travel to the undying Lands. But he would not tell her. Not yet.
Hours passed, they turned into days.Surely she was still stunned about this all. Sighing. The elf stood and walked abck to her room. He knocked on the door. He had not seen her in about a week. He needed to see 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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Anoron walked back from the balcony and to the door. She was a little nervous. What if it were another Elf? Someone who knew not she was here.
Slowly, she opened it a crack. It was Legolas. Sighing in relief slightly, Anoron opened the door further and allowed him in. Closing the door behind him, she locked it again for safe keeping. Good day, m'lord. She said nodding slightly. Please make yourself comfortable.
Turning she smiled to him. It was still awkward. She barely knew him. It had been a week and she felt at no more ease than when she had arrived. Though Anoron was a little relieved to see someone. Seclusion was a disheartening thing. But she would not be alone for long. Her child would be born.
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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: How it Began"I...need to talk to you..." He said. Legolas took her hands, and lead her to her bed. Helping her sit, be put his hands behind his back and began to pace. "I...I don't know what is wrong with me. Most elves would not care...but I do. I do care...I don't know HOW to say this...but..." He took a deep breath.
"I...love you..." He stopped when his back was to her. "I know you think me fooloish, or that I am just saying this because of the child, but it's not. I have been fond of you since we met at the council. And the Dance. It was hard letting that other mna dance with you...I've thought about his for months....my heart tells me that it loves you..." Finally he turned to her. He was floudering for the words. "I...know you might not feel the same...but it's true..."
"When I first saw you a few weeks again...I thought you found someone that you married adn you were already starting a family. I was jealous...but glad to see you happy..." Legolas looked to the floor. He feared her reaction.
'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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Anoron stepped back slightly, hugging the buldge in her stomach. Love me?!....Legolas....you don't even know me. I am some....insignificant ranger -- a mortal, at that. We knew each other for a day and night.....to say you love me....is a great risk on your behalf.
She looked around nervously and began to pace slightly, still stoking and petting the bump in her stomach.
Now, I'm sure your confused....shocked, even....at hearing such news. It was a great shock to me to. But I don't blame you. It was my fault, I should have been more careful. She said, looking to him. But do not declare false feelings, for such words of love cannot be taken back. This cannot work. Mortal and Immortal love.....it is looked down upon. I would fear for the child's safety, and your own....
But she didn't say it. She liked Legolas. Perhaps, loved the Elven Prince. But to speak such words, she knew, would lead to nothing but grief. Harships. For both of them, and their child.
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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.
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