"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."
As she left he leaned against the wall in a deep sadness, his hand upon the now closed door. He would not see her until tomorrow. Tonight once more she would be at the call of Malacai, the man who wanted nothing but her body and beauty. Selfishness, never wanting the love of Cosette, merely the attraction. He sighed as his warm forhead was against the cool wood of walls.
That night he finished packing and slung the band over his shoulder and left that dark and lonely room, only to be among the dark halls alone, at least until the morning when they would meet again. To the stables he went to retrieve his horse, and he readied the faithful steed, never not thinking of his lover.
'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 turned her eyes to the door as Malacai stumbled in, giggling and looking to her with intent. Letting out an undistinguishable sigh, she prepared herself for what was to come. They made love, at least on his part. Cosette was pretty much the willing vessle -- since it would be his last night with her. She was leaving. Why not leave him feeling loved.
Once the night had passed, the sky was beginning to touch with pink, though still quite dark out. Slipping from the covers, she left his room in her thin nightgown and headed to her room. Cosette snatched her bag up and tossed on her cloak and laced up her high elven boots -- not even bothering to change out of her slender night gown. She couldn't wait. She had to leave......she had to see him.
Slipping out the door, Cosette got her white steed and trotted down the many levels of Minas Tirith, until reaching the gate. There weren't even any guards there. Light laughter could be heard within the guard hut which lay beside the gate. Probably having breakfast together. All the better. No questions.
As she rode, Cosette wrapped her cloak more tightly around her. It was a brisk morning, which would soon turn out to be beautiful. The sky was dark blue, pink, and fading into orange. Luckily, it would not get to morning light until she reached Legolas' camp. Good thing. She did not want anyone to spot her.
By the time she came to the hill and descended down the side, she saw a small fire, which was soon put out by a slender form. Legolas. She smiled; at least he was already awake. As she reached it, both were smiling. Cosette swung off her horse and clung her cloak together -- keeping the light wind away from her slight form and thin-nightgown.
Legolas.... She smiled, embracing him. His arms helped to warm her up.
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Legolas beamed as he embraced his lover. She had made it. Pulling back slightly he looked at her attire and arched a brow. "Hardly trveling attire my love..here, you mush be cold, adn that cloak will not keep you entirely warm." ANd he led her to his pack, and pulled out a spare tunic. He undid the cloak of her and slid his tunic over her head, kissinf her lips as he did up the clasps. "I missed you..." He breathed into her ear as he pulled the cloak over her again.
"There, that should keep you warm for the morning. Now, my Morning star, let me hold you once more like I yearned to for what seemed like ages." And that he did. Legolas wrapped his arms around Cosette's slender form and and pulled her close. Sweet and soft kisses he placed in her neck and face as he showered affection on the one he missed deeply. The horse of Legolas, Hithui, whined and continued to graze not far away.
'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 felt so happy to be back; embraced and held by him. To feel his soft lips upon her skin, kissing with exquisit gentleness. Slowly, pulling back only a bit, she captured his lips in an actual kiss; lingering and sweet. He really did desire her. The want and need was in his eyes and the way he held and touched her. As if he never wanted her far from his sight again. He didn't want her to go where he couldn't follow.
After a few moments of tender embraces and affections, the two got on their horses and headed off, in order to make good time. As they rode side by side, Cosette knew the formalities. She would be introduced to his father as the one he would marry and court. Thranduil, would have no knowledge of her previous marriage, nor relation to Malacai. He would just assume she was an elf his son had met on his travel.
Cosette hoped nothing went wrong. She began to wonder if he had brothers? A sister?....So much she wanted to ask him, but she knew not where to start. Perhaps when they were more grounded and rested. In a mindstate to discuss such things. Whoever his family was, Cosette hoped they liked her as Legolas seemed to.
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Legolas felt more free as they left the lands of Gondor behind, and entered the lands between the realms of Mirkwood and Gondor. Often he looked to Cosette in a fond smile and gentle way. His father would like her, she was a noble elf, and she was beautiful. Cosette was everything his father and he looked for, she loved him, and his father wanted the best for the prince.
Soon night came again, and they took shelter under a shaded willow tree in a meadow. The sent the horses off to graze and rest, and Legolas set up camp camp for the both of them. Already the Sindar prince had a fire, and his bow, quiver, and two elven knives against the tree. Once the fire was kindled and blazing well, he lifted Cosette in his arms and wrapped her legs around his waist, and held her, looking into her eyes and smiling brightly 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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Cosette smiled and giggled. So strong, my prince.... She said. She gave her legs a little squeeze around his torso as she sat there. They exchanged a deep kiss, and soon, Cosette felt him going to his knees and kneeling. But the kiss didn't stop -- nor did it stop as she was lain on the ground atop their blankets and cloaks; her legs still wrapped around his torso. Legolas broke the kiss to stare deeply into her eyes. He thrusted his hips gently against her own in a rocking, soothing motion.
Cosette smiled warmly. Did you miss me, my prince?....
Re: Of Love and War"Did I miss you? Does the stars miss the the moon? Does the tree miss the rain? I missed you with all my heart and soul." He purred as his hip continued to grinded and thrust into hers and his lips attach to her neck. His hands now ran down the length of her sides as he pusshed the tunic of his up and touched the soft silken material of her gown. Legolas missed her more than the birds missed the beautiful mornign rise of the sun. She was his air, and without her he could not breath. Once mor did his lips claim hers in a hungry kiss that he longed to do again. His tongue ran over the seam of Cosette's lips--begging for enterance once more. He was intoxicated by Cosette, never having enough of her sweet love and taste.
'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 allowed Legolas to enter her mouth; even daring to carress him back slowly and tentively. That sent him wild, as he moaned and pushed harder. Sitting up only a bit, he slid off his tunic, so she was in her nightgown again. She saw him pause breifly. He no doubt could smell the scent of Malacai on her. Cosette worried he would stop, but he didn't. Nay, Legolas seemed more determined now than ever. He wanted to rid her of that scent, and coat her with his own. Marking that which was his.
His hands began to hike up the bottom of her gown until it reached her abs and hips. Legolas' rans ran along her legs and thighs, until reaching her hips -- then rubbing them in a circular motion, arousing the beauty which lay beneath him. Her own hips lifted in responce as he settled himself between her legs, not yet taking off his breeches.
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His senses were keen, and he could smell the horrid stentch of Malacai on her. No longer would it be on her. He would set his own scent upon her, and cherish her all teh rest of his days. When Malacai realized she was gone, Legolas would fight to teh death for her, and this night was their reunion. He moved his hips over hers in a sexual way, wanting her to want him just as badly as he had her. A kiss he placed on hers, sealing the love they shared eturnally, and forever.
Then heeding both their calls Legolas undid his breeches and slid them down to pass his knees. Her legs he spread out and wrapped around his waist. In onw smooth motion, the elf thrusted inside of her--errupting a lusty cry of love and passion from them both. Every thrust was deeper than before, every thrust was meaningful and filled with love and passion. Cosette was his, and no man would touch her now.
He pumped into her at a steady, yet fast pace, for once they were in their own room, he would make it more tender and precious than before or what she had ever known. Legolas groaned when he felt her contract and relax around his manhood that ws deep inside of her womb. His lips continued their assult on her mouth as his hands were on either side of her hed, leaning over her in a passionate moment of love making. Muscles rippled beneath smooth skin as fluid movents from both Cosette thrusting up and Legolas thrust down to meet her hips. The stars sparkled that night, and the willow coolded then heated bodys that glistened like fresh dew upon they skin
Breaths mingled together as Legolas looked down upon his lover now, with his mouth slightly opened as he panted. Golden, silky locks of hair cling to his shoulders and back as he made love to the woman he loved.
'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 head lulled back on the soft blankets and cloaks as he pumped into her passionately. The small fire, had gone out -- and now, the large dome of stars could be seen above them.
Cosette opened her eyes and gazed up at them in complete wonder. Like all stars were twinkling in approval, and shining down on the two lovers. She had never felt so complete or happy. Her hands slid into his hair and stayed within the smooth locks which were like spun gold. One of his hands slid down to her outter thigh, lifting it, and holding it up more so he could have better access. Her breathing increased as the climax began to come.
Both lovers locked eyes now, sharing the same feeling, surrounded by the beautuy and illuminated now only by the light of the moon and stars, with the occasional firefly here and there. Cosette couldn't have asked for a more perfect night.
Finally, both climaxed. Cosette let out a small whine; almost barely audible, where Legolas let out a groan to the same level. Both tried to hold in their screams, for neither wanted to ruin the peaceful night.
When his climax came he lifted his head up to the skies and gazed at the stars and moon--thanking them for suck a blessed night Slowly, he tilted his head back down to witness the expresions of his lover. A smile came to his face as he leaned forward and kissed her passionately on the lips--tongues tangling and moving like eels in water. This night was perfect. There was no better night he could ask for.
The elf carefully pulled out of her and let out a low groan in the back of his throat. His length throbbed, but it was fine, for they had shared the best night of his life. The elf could not hold himself up any longer now though, and he lowered himself on her--resting his head on her chest and listening to the steady heart-beat.
'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 breathed in deeply, yet did not pant uncontrollably. As Legolas lay upon her chest, she stroked the back of his head lovingly, kissing it on occasion. She was incredibly hot right now; the steam was rising from both their bodies and mingling in the night air. She wondered if there was a stream or brook nearby in which they could cool down -- but Cosette did not want to ruin the moment.
All she could smell was Legolas; the male scent always dominating the act. But she did not mind. It was on her now, and if Legolas could have his way, it would stay. Her fingers traced around the shell of his pointed ear, as they lay in love; being watched over by the elven kings of old in the stars.
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Legolas smiled and tenderly kissed her bosom idly as he slid off of her and moved to her side to lay. He pulled up his breeches, that had been pushed down to his knees during their love-making, but did not bother about the cords that bound the material together. Instantly he curled hi beside--taking deep breaths to calm himself and cease the panting he had been performing. A hand Legolas ran down the front of her. Both were hot and heated and desired to cool down after such an intense yet pleasureable moment ever.
The soft sound of water was heard from the nearby lake that had a small waterfall.
'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 smiled as his hand gently ran down along her chest and all the curves there. It's like, he cherished her and her body -- hoping not to break or damage that which he loved so much. Seemingly, almost like an inspection after lovemaking. She didn't mind, it made Cosette feel loved and special.
As both their eyes met, their thoughts were revealed. Both were thinking the same thing. Slowly standing, they took each other's hands and followed the sound of the water. Upon reaching it, Cosette saw it was a lovely waterfall and small lake. It sparkled and seemed to glow an inviting blue color. Looking to Legolas, she smiled warmly, and walked down into the refreshing water. He began to take off his breeches once more.
Cosette slipped under the water, letting bubbles escape out of her mouth as she breathed out -- before surfacing again, and looking to Legolas.
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Legolas then removed his tunic and cast it to the ground with his breeches. He noticed that she had not stripped her gown, but it didn't matter. Both needed to be cool, and Legolas waded into the water she smiled at the coolness. It was like soft slik floating around him and he submerged himself then sufraced once his whole body had been wet. Graceful as a swan he glided over to her wrapped his arms around her wet body and his tongue flickered out to taste Cosette's neck.
'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 gave a small moan as Legolas' tongue began to glide around her neck; licking off whatever water was drizzling down it. Almost like a drink. It was quite erotic feeling, along with the occasional nips and sucks. Her hands again, slid into his blonde hair as they glided through the water; his weight on her moving them along and back gracefully. She heard him give a small growl at one point -- probably frustrated that both their feet were not securely planted -- which meant that each time he tried to assult her neck with affection, she'd be pushed back in the water. He could never hang on long enough to fufill himself.
Cosette giggled at this, before kissing him on the lips. She noticed his hands beginning to tug at the bottom of her wet and clinging nightgown. All could be seen beneath it, since it was wet and very thin. But apparently, Legolas wanted skin, which made her smile to him warmly.
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And that he did. When long fingers and hands clung to the bottom of her night gown, he slid it over her head and tossed it to shore. It landed with a wet thump near his tunic and breeches. If he was bear she better be too. Arms encircled her body once more as he kissed her passionately and seemed to dance with her in the rippling waters. He smiled to her as he lifted a hand to cupper her cheek as he rested his forehead on her shoulder, then running his hand down her frontal and to her inner thighs--rubbing the wet skin affectionately.
'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 against and somewhat jerked to a more alert state as Legolas did this to her inner thighs, but he held her in place, not wanting to be thrown off so easily. She smiled, and ran her hands down his chests, encircling his nipples with her fingers as they rolled over them. Finally, she was able to entice a throaty moan from him. She smiled and began to bite and suck on the tip of his pointed ear. She loved them.
Yet as his hand cupped her crotch, Cosette gasped and went to move, but Legolas would not allow it. He held her firmly around her waist and tightly against him. He whispered calming elven words into her ears, as he began to rub it. She moaned and lulled her head back. She was completely helpless against this water assult, and could do nothing. It was utter torture -- no one had ever tended to her thus. Her fingers began to clentch his shoulder tightly.
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Legolas smiled and while his lips kissed her lips and neck, his hands rubbed her womanhood, recieving moans from her, and he knew she loved this. Smiling wickledly he continued his assult, until his hands drifted up to her waist and her lower back. By now his hips were grindding into her inplace fo his hand. SHe was completely entranced within him and he her. Then she gasped when he entered her again, but did not thrust. He simply drifted there while inside of her. Long fingers ran through her wet hair as he massaged the back of Cosette's head and neck.
"I love you..." He whispered into her ear as he held her close to him.
'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 gasped and let out a small whine of pleasure as Legolas stayed sheathed within her. He didn't move at all. It was torture, but the water felt like silk around their bareskinned bodies, and soon the pain subsided. They were again, one elf, one soul, one heart. His hands ran through her dark hair lovingly and held the back of her neck. She was somewhat limp in his arms -- unable to fight, not wanting to. Cosette was completely at the mercy of Legolas; never before had she been so submittive to anyone. But he had complete control over her.
Slowly, her eyes closed as she lay there limp; he holding her close, kissing her neck and branding her, while holding his enlarged member within her. Her eyes opened to the stars again. Cosette couldn't even move.....never had she been so complete.
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