"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."
You shimmer,
Transform inside out,
Strobe into a thousand frames--
Your voice like honey,
Like acid flowing through my brain;
Though Venus brightly glitters
Like a lovely icy sliver
In your eye--
Still I crave to be abused
In the precious name of servitude.
You quiver,
Bend in and out of shape,
Burst into a thousand flames--
Your smile like sunlight,
Like hemlock seeping through my veins;
Though Venus brightly glitters
Like a lovely icy sliver
In your eye--
Still I crave to be abused
In the precious name of servitude.
The sharp echo of your high heels,
The numbing perfume in the air,
The pointless self-recriminations
That one tries so hard not to spare--
Nothing else is left;
Bit by bit,
I crumble
With every nasty step of your departing feet--
How good it feels to loath myself and weep!
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This story, is about love. A love that has lived through eternity and beyond. How do you cope, when the one you so desire is with another? You cannot hold them. The utter jealousy and desire drives you mad, to the point where you will do unspeakable things in order to be with that person?
If love is worth fighting for....it has known no greater battle than this.
Kin, turns to enemy -- tragity strikes the hearts of many -- jealousy runs wild -- war rages in the blood -- and love tries to survive.
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Lord Malaci, high citizen of Minas Tirith -- was an admirer of all things beautiful. The woods, the animals, the sparkling waters and budding flowers. But one thing, he adored most of all.
Cosette.
She was an elf; one he'd met while traveling along the borders of Rivendell. She was bathing in a large stream; her slender form and dark hair capturing his heart immediately. He met her acquaintence, and from then on, vowed to have her for his own. Cosette was polite, quiet, and kind. She did not have the heart to reject this man who fell so accustomed to her beauty. He doted upon her, worshiping all she did and said; taking her council above all others.
When the time came for him to return to Minas Tirith, he begged and pleaded for her to come along....saying he would die without her. Guilt and pity overcome her heart -- and so she went with him. They travelled to Minas Tirith, where they were met with a grand celebration. All men were in awe of Malacai's elven beauty. They were so entraced by her, that they swore among themselves to protect her and Malacai from any ill-will. They would let no harm come to their elven beauty.
As time passed, Malacai insisted Cosette stay, until the day came when he proposed. Having no one hold her heart at that point, Cosette reluctantly agree. Though married, she did not give up her immortality for him. Only true love would allow such a thing, and such a thing she did not feel. She did like Malacai, but for some reason -- in her heart, spoke of greater love. True love. One she had not yet known. But in order to make this man happy, they wed. All rejoiced and refered to Cosette as their very own Minas Beauty. Their diamond in the rough.
Since Cosette taught Malacai much about the elven way of life, and even some of the language, he began to establish trade and alliance with many elven lords. Many friends meant more power.
King Thranduil, had heard of this man who embraced elves so dearly, after taking one for a wife. By exchanging letters, the two decided to form good company. Thranduil would send his youngest son, Legolas, to meet and make bond with Lord Malacai of Minas Tirith.
As the young prince arrived in the city, he was greeted warmly by the peasents and guardsmen. Elves were held in high esteem now, after their view of Cosette. Legolas was led to Malacai's home; large, stone with many windows.
Once shown into the hall, he was embraced by Malacai happily, who's spirits had brightened since marrying the elf of his desire and obsession.
Mae Govannen, my elven friend!....I am pleased you made it, and I trust your journey was well. He said broadly. Malacai began to tell Legolas of his respect for the elves, and how he hoped to form many alliances and bonds with them after taking a wife of elven skin.
Yet as they entered Malacai's chambers, one of his minions approached him. He whispered something into the Lord's ear. Malacai sighed. If you will excuse me, Legolas of Mirkwood, I have something to which I must attend before we get started. Though I shall not be rude enough to leave you alone. I'll send for my wife, and she'll be along to keep you company. Since you are both elven, I'm sure you'll get along fine. He said with a nod.
So Malacai left, sending his minion to fetch Cosette -- and leaving Legolas in his chambers alone briefly to wait. Edited by: CosetteValjean at: 2/28/04 9:38 am
"Hanno le." The Prince of Mirkwood--Son of Thranduil waited in the grand room that Malacai he had so warmly provided. Crystaline blue eyes gazed and observed the room he was in. Indeed it was beautiful, a true place to Marvel in its own. A King was Malacai, and it seemed since the marriage of his wife the king had a change, but Legolas did not know the man well, thus no judgement could he pass upon him. Only the soft click of his boots were heard as he paced the room, examining the fne detail in the various furniture.
Being the son of a King, Legolas was dressed in the princely raiments. A silvery white was his tunic and a snow gray were his breeches that fit to him smoothly. Upon his shoulders sat the dazzling white cloak with designs of leaves and vines of nature, like that of his father's people, save it was not of the forest green. His boots, as well, were white and carried the design of his people. Around his strong neck was the silver and green leaf pendant of his fathers and an emerald stone bound with the elvish curves and designs was around his left index finger.
Legolas was not bulky, as were strong men, but he was slender and tall. Taller than Malacai by a head. Lean was he, but do not let his appearance fool you, for he was stronger than a man, and swift as well. Stealth was a elven trait marveled by man and Legolas had it all. He was fair with the long golden locks of hair that was so soft it was as if it was freshly spun wool. With long slender hands clasped behind his back, he continued to pace the room; waiting the woman that Malacai spoke so highly of. In his mind Legolas wondered how beautiful she was.
'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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Cosette walked down the hall, escorted by no one, and nodded at by the guards who greatly admired her. As she reached her husband's chambers, she closed the doors and looked in front of her. She stopped.
An elf....more fair than any she'd ever seen. Cosette felt her heart swell at the mere sight of him. All else seemed to blur around her, and focus on the prince of Mirkwood. His golden hair, his tall slender form. Finally, she inhaled -- not even realizing she had been holding her breath.
Mae Govannen.... She said softly, nodding to him and trying to act normal. She took a few steps into the room. Her gown was white; flowing with loose sleeves and tight around the waist before falling whistfully around her thighs and legs. Her dark hair was loosely tied back; brown strands falling lightly around her cheeks.
Her large brown eyes looked to him with such desire. NEVER had she seen someone like this. All elves were fair....but Legolas seemed to have been given the gift of beauty. I'm Cosette.....from Rivendell....originally... She said with another smile. The blush in her cheeks was evident and her eyes were glossed with complete admiration and already, devotion to this elf.
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Legolas turned around and everything seemed to play in slow motion before his eyes. His sapphire eyes roamed the graceful and truely resplendent form of Cosette. She was much more beautiful than he had thought. No other female elf had capture his heart with one simple glance, but Cosette did. He was left paralyzed by her presence and haunted would his dreams be of the woman he could never have. Perhaps tha twas what sparked and enflamed his new found desire for this woman, who was alone before him. The fact that he could not have her and yet wanted her.
Find the words did he at last and he cleared his throat nervously as he bowed to her lowly, and a prince was not expected to do so quite like he. "Mae govannen, hiril nīn." He spoke with the soft voice of the elves, with the accent of the Sindar, noble of tongue. Already he felt his throat dry out like a desert as his mind flounder for the words to say. "I am..Legolas of Lasgalen...or as your...husband would call them," And that word was the hardest he had ever muttered. "Mirkwood."
The prince neared her upon tireless and quiet feet as slender digits encompassed her hand and he leaned down to place a sweet and amorous kiss upon it. Oh, how that skin tasted so sweet upon his lips. Legolas wanted more. He wanted exceedingly and deeply to taste all of her--the forbidden fruit of the tree. Slowly his eyes lifted up to hers as a nervous and yet proud and tender smile came to his lips, while desire and awe reflected in his star field eyes. Envy he felt for her mortal husband, to have a woman such as this.
'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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Cosette nodded to Legolas; her eyes still glossed with 'love at first sight'....something she'd never really taken heed to. Mostly, because it had never happened to her. Yet it had happened to Malacai. And now, it had happened to her. I've heard good things about Greenwood the Great from Malacai. He is quite eager to begin alliance with your father.... She told him quietly.
As they stood face to face, Cosette gradually began to feel the warm heat radiating from his body. The gentle brush of his breath aganist her face each time he exhaled. There was some look in his eyes...something familiar to herself. Such large, blue eyes.....she'd never seen such eyes. Cosette found herself getting more and more lost in the blue depths. His skin looked so smooth and his lips so inviting.
Raising a hand, she cupped his cheek and stroked it gently. Such a fair elf from that realm....beauty must be in high quantity there... She said. His skin WAS incredibly soft. Cosette never would've been so forward -- but it was almost like she wasn't thinking or controling what she was doing.
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The touch of her hand was enough to send the elf over with emotions. He yearned to release his own that were crying out for her, but he had to hold them as best he could--which was slowly failing. A hand he raised to cover her own upon his cheek as he stood there gazing at her with transfix eyes. "Your words are kind, my lady...but you are even more beautiful then my ears have heard upon the winds. Fair is thee, and such grace it makes I so clumsy and less worthy of your presence,"
Legolas found himself moving closer to her and the other hand went to the small of her back as he pulled her closer to him, trying with all his might to hold back teh urge to kiss those sweet and tempting lips. Idly his fingers on the hand over hers stroked the skin that was smooth and soft as silk. "It is a pleasure...to meet you, Lady Cosette.." He whispered in a soft voice until it faded away as he seemed to melt in her warm eyes.
'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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And with that bare whisper of smooth voice, the look in his eyes -- Cosette lost it. She threw her arms around Legolas, and kissed him deeply. His arms immediately wapped under her arms, holding her head as his fingers entwined in her hair -- holding her close and deepening the kiss. Cosette's hands slid back through Legolas' golden locks as she tasted him to the fullest. It was better than she ever thought it would be. His lips tasted of spring rain and mint -- and not one did she think about her marriage, or mortal husband. She acted once for herself, instead of for another. Her compassion and concern-for-another.....melted. Cosette gave into her desire -- into what she wanted.
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Legolas was thrown into the jaws of abyss as her lips captured his, and he returned it to the fullest. His tongue slid into her moist cavern and explored every spot of her. Cosette tasted of honey and vanilla. A taste he wanted to be in forever. His hands roamed her back as he feverously kissed her. Always was he pulling her closer until their bodies were so close you could not slip air between them. chest against chest. This felt good to Legolas. Infact, it was much much better than good. It was divine, and he wanted more, much more. Growing bolder he slid a leg between hers and gently began to rub his knee between Cosette's legs. Everything else seemed in void. Nothing but her mattered. Cosette was his air, and he wanted her more 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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Cosette began to moan into his mouth repeatedly with each rub of his knee between her legs. She seemed to go limp in his arms, overcome with such passion and want. She wanted him to claim her -- she wanted to be loved -- she wanted this raw passion. Cosette wanted him as her own; to be touched by no other female. He was strong, handsome, smart and very regal. Princely.
His tongue was heated and possessive as it took hold of her own and ravaged the inside of her mouth. Finally, they broke the longed kiss and both inhaled deeply -- as if they'd been holding it without realizing it.
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It took the prince a moment to come back together. His lips werenumb, but it was a good feeling. He felt a more attraction to her, and a want. He had to have her as his own. Malacai was undeserving as far as Legolas was concerned. He mistreated a beautiful and majestic creature, and she should be taken with him to love her. His hands cupped her face as he stood straight and his knee was removed between Cosette's legs. A heart racing and breaths heavy. "Cosette..." He whispered as the gentle hands stroked and rubbed her sweet face.
The words had flown out of him and he was dumb-founded by her. Dumb-founded and in love, he was in love with her. He wanted her, and it was clear she wanted him. Once more did the son of Thranduil's hands move to her back as he pulled her closer--staring down at her with hooded eyes.
'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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Cosette's breathing was heavy as their faces were inches apart; breath could be felt against breath as she nuzzled his nose tentively. His skin was incredibly soft and she was already missing the taste of his lips. Yet the sound of boots coming down the hall, alerted her of her husband's return. She pulled away from Legolas and straightened out her dress.
As Malacai entered with a broad smile, he heard his wife say something in elvish to Legolas. She had told him, 'My desire for you is great.' -- but Malacai was still learning elvish, and was not that well advanced yet.
Ah, Cosette....I hope you kept our guest occupied. He said with a smile and nod. Going to her side, he took her hand and kissed it, before moving up and placing another kiss on her neck. You may go now. I'll send for you at dinner. He said with a nod. His eyes were glossed over with devotion, as he kissed Cosette on the lips. She complied like she always did, before leaving.
Legolas watched her go with hungry eyes, watching her every movement. He wanted her. He turned back to Malacai now and quickly hid the lust for his wife. A talented fake smile he placed on his lips as he nodded to Malacai. "Your home is beautiful. You have done well from what I've seen. Greenwood would comply most likely to your alliance. My lord, if you would show me to a room to stay in, I would be most grateful." And he bowed to him, but not like he had to Cosette.
The kign was more than happy to and both lords walked down the long halls, speaking of political terms and what not. Finally they came into the room that was given to the prince, and the maids had brough his belongings in, watching hima nd smiling brightly. Legolas smiled back, but he had one heart for one woman alone. Cosette. The elf thanked him and soon the lords departed and Legolas and Malacai went their ways,
The elf flung himself onto the bed and smiled like a love-sick boy. He had to hold his composure. Rise again he did and moved to his pack of clothing. This tunic needed changing, for a proper one for a dinner. Legolas found a silver tunic that was designed by the elves of his kin, no doubt--leaves and such were present upon the tunic. Unclasping the white cloak he set it aside and began to change his tunic, his old one he tossed on the back of the chair and slid the other one one, doing up the clasps as he drifted into a day dream about Cosette. She plagued his mind now, and the wanting and evy of Malacai was growing.
'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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As evening dawned, the elven prince was summoned to dinner and led to the hall by a servant. Once there, he was led to the table where Malacai already sat. The two shook hands and were seated. Yet not long did they sit, for Cosette came in shortly after. Both males stood in formal greeting as she took her seat beside Malacai; who was at the head of the table -- she to his right, and Legolas to his left. I apologize for being late. She said quietly with a nod to Malacai. He smiled and took her hand, placing a number of kisses upon it before letting it go.
Her dark eyes met with those blue of Legolas for a flickered moment -- before looking back down to the table.
Well Legolas, I'm quite pleased that you feel Mirkwood would benifit in becoming an alliance, as would I. There are still many shadows about, and who can you trust? He said, chuckling. He looked to Cosette fondly, before looking to Legolas again. Plus, it will give Cosette and I someplace new to visit. We've been to Rivendell and Lorien many times. I always look out for the well being of my wife....and make sure she's happy. We go to these realms so she can interact with her kin. He smiled to her.
I must apologize in advance for tonight. After dinner, I have many things to which I must attend. However, Cosette has requested that I ask if she may spend the time with you. Long has it been since we last visited a realm.... He looked to her and kissed her hand again. For that, I am sorry, Cosette. I shall make it up to you... He trailed a finger up her arm seductively.
Cosette simply smiled and blushed, looking down. But if you don't mind, Prince Legolas, would you mind spending time with my wife this evening. She could give you a far better tour than I, and in your language, as well. He laughed.
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This was almost too good to be true. A pleased smile had he upon his lips as he looked to Cosettte with desire and then to Malacai with a kind one. "Of course my lord. I look forward to your wife's tour. The realm you dwell in is so beautiful that a tour would be nice." Legolas nodded and smiled still. "Thank you my lord and lady for such hospitality." Said he. The elf indeed looked forward to this evening. He couuld get to know Cosette more, and more Cosette was like sweet elven nectar.
"The realm of Mirkwood is still laid with shadows of evil from Sauron's hand, but the elves have kept much of it safe, and I assure you that your wife and you, should you come, will be safe." As wine was poured into their goblets they they raised classes and toasted. As they drank, Legolas' eyes locked with Cosettes.
'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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Cosette knew Legolas would accept. He had to if he wanted her. Normally, of course, Cosette was forced to sleep in Malacai's chamber with him, as husband and wife are meant. But that did not mean Cosette would have to go there till later. After all, he was working late. She had her own private chambers as well -- not as large as the others, but someplace she could go to be alone, or read, or whatever she wished. Tonight she wanted Legolas there.
The dinner was merry, with many smiles, as Malacai told stories of his experience with elves, and even spoke some elvish to Legolas. Or at least, what he could. Cosette had to give him credit for trying to so hard -- in order to be close with her and get her to actually, deeply, truely love him.
Once supper was over, Malacai walked Cosette and Legolas down the hall, until seperating from them to carry on with council and his mount of paperwork. He kissed her deeply goodbye, and nodded to Legolas. Since there were still servants around -- Cosette led Legolas down the hall, speaking in elvish and talking about different paintings.
Yet upon reaching her private chambers, she led him inside, and locked the door behind her. The taste of Malacai was in her mouth....but that would soon change.
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Once the door was locked and all chance of intrusion passed, Legolas grabbed her around the waist and kissed her passionately. He could faintly taste Malacai on her, but it quickly faced as he kissed her with lust and love. His hands roamed her back as he pulled her on his slightly bent knee. Three he held her strongly. When the enchanting kiss eyed, he stared into her beautiful orbs, the orbs that captured him and never let go. The eyes he loved. It was truely a love at first sight, and he was roped in forever until he died.
Boldly his hands rested up her waist as he rubbed the clothed hips of Cosette. This night he wante dher, and he would get what he wanted, for he knew Cosette most likely wanted the same. Her eyes mirrored his own. Dark with desire of the other.
'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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Cosette moaned and kissed him deeply again, holding his head in place as the passionate kiss ensured. But Legolas was strong and soon grasped both her arms -- flung her onto the bed. She smiled and watched him climb on after her; hovering over her and rubbing his hands along her body. Her breathing increased as her hands began to undo his formal tunic attire. Such beauty....such strength..... Cosette whispered. She did not want him to think she would just bed any elf that came in here. Nay, she was kind and compassionate to all -- but never lustful. She didn't know WHAT had come over her. True love.
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Legolas smiled at her words. She felt the same as he did. His own hands busied with undressing her as well, starting with the clasps of her dress. he cursed in the foreign tongue of elves as he fumbled with the clasps. Finally he got them undone and pushed the front back--revealing her breath-taking front. He stared at her in awe, her arms were still in teh sleaves of the dress, but she was beautiful.
"Cosette...you shine like the stars in the sky, more fair than luna herself that watches over. Beautiful, passionate, amd strong are you as well." Indeed it was true love, for no way had he felt for a maiden like this. Lust for only one....Cosette.
'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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Legolas trailed a line of kisses down between her breasts, inhaling deeply as he went. As if drinking in the mere scent of her. Cosette smiled warmly and rubbed his back and shoulders as he continued to strip her of her dress. The desire within him had mounted greatly; she could smell it, feel it, and see it.
Cosette thought about Malacai for a brief moment. This was cheating on a bond of marriage. Her eyes portrayed guilt for a moment....but how could she deny something which felt so right? She was in love; true love, not pity love. She wanted this just as badly.
You know I am married.....yet you still want me..... She said quiety, stroking the side of his face gently. I have made love with him....as I am about to with you. Do you feel nothing for him?
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Legolas stopped and went still. He knew this was wrong, but yet it felt right. How could one explain that? The prince of Mirkwood cupped her cheek and stroked it with his thumb. "I know you are married...and I know that this is adultry...but it feels right. If he loved you and cared abuot you as much as he says he does, he would see your feelings and not what he wishes to see. He neglects to see the love you yearn for. He is selfish, and is trying too hard to impress you. He wanted you for himself, and to be able to show off his beautiful wife so others can envy. I envy him, but not so much as before."
He kissed her lips sweetly and looked down at her. "Do you truely love him? Marriage is something two people in love share to bind themselves totally. Do you love him, even though you made love to him? Did you ever feel true love?" He asked earnestly. If she did infact love her husband, then Legolas would not continue, but if she did not, and Cosette loved Legolas, then he would gladly make love to her again, regardless if she was a virgin.
'Let a ploughman plough, but choose an otter for swimming, and for running light over grass and leaf, or over snow...an Elf.'
Re: Of Love and WarNay, I do not love him.....'tis merely a deep fondness, spawned by pity. She kissed Legolas' forehead. But I was never completely unhappy, and he saw to that. I tolerated this city, and even grew fond of it. But....now....after seeing....kissing...touching you.....my life has direction. I will no longer be content, lest I be by your side...
She could see the jealousy and envy within Legolas' eyes, each time she was around Malacai, or they spoke of him. The elven prince wanted her greatly -- but not in a cruel way. A deep love. As if he would soon break if they were not able to be together -- that he would do all in his power to see their love survive.
That's what captured her. She was in love with Legolas, or so she thought she already was. There was much both did not know about the other, of course.....but neither seemed to care. Cosette knew not if he was trustworthy, or kind.....but her heart pointed to all things "yes".
She kissed him deeply once more, loving his taste and the feel of his body pressed tightly against her own; her legs spread on either side of his torso as he rested himself in the middle. At least Legoals was fighting for her. Malacai would probably only cry and weep for her safe return. She had never seen a man in him; only an intelligent smitten boy.
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