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Disclaimer: I don't own anything even remotely connected to Tolkien's universe, and will not profit from this writing in any way. Seriously - I won't get a single, solitary nickel. Not even a coupon for fifty cents off a diet Coke. It�s pathetic.

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Filling Santa's ShELVES - A Twisted Christmas Story

Chapter 14

It was late morning before the Elves roused themselves from an exhausted sleep, stretching and yawning. The events of the previous night had left them all feeling drained.

"We should go to see how the Ellith and Elflings fared during the night," Haldir said, pulling on his boots.

"I would like to see if we can find our old clothes. I hate these new-fangled garments they made us wear," Rumil suggested. "I want my old, comfortable boots back."

Nodding in agreement, Orophin sat on the bed and began braiding his hair. "I'm hungry, too. I worked up quite an appetite last night."

"Speaking of last night, we should burn the bodies before they begin to reek," Legolas stated, looking at Haldir.

"I do not think that will be necessary, mellon min. They are probably frozen solid by now," Haldir chuckled, walking toward the door. "I'm going to see how everyone is doing this morning, and help clean up the mess we made last night. Then we must discuss how we are to get everyone back to Arda."

Legolas nodded, following Haldir out the door. Rumil and Orophin promised to hurry, and to meet them in the kitchen.

Surprisingly, Haldir and Legolas found the hallways already scoured of any sign the previous night's bloodbath. They spotted Elur rounding the corner, carrying a bucket and mop, with Gish right behind her, carrying an armload of dirty rags. Both Elves walked quickly over to relieve the Ellith of their burdens.

"You've already cleaned everything?" Haldir asked, smiling down at the Elleth who carried his child.

"Yes�we couldn't sleep, so we decided to clean up. It's odd, being able to decide for yourself what needs to be done�" she mused, returning the Silvan's smile.

"And the Elflings and other Ellith?" Legolas asked taking the rags from Gesh.

"Fine. The Elflings awoke a short time ago," Gesh replied. Her eyes grew misty as she told the Elves how the little ones had immediately walked into the workshop and had begun to hammer, glue, and paint, as they always had. They did not understand that they were free, and no longer had to work at making the toys. "We tried to explain it to them, to get them to stop, but they just do not understand. They know no other way, Legolas."

"They will learn. If it comforts them to make the toys, we should allow it, for the time being. Their whole world has been turned upside down, Gesh. They will need time to adjust."

Orophin and Rumil joined them while they stood talking, and together they walked to the kitchen. Legolas deposited the rags in the trash, while Elur took back the mop and bucket from Haldir, storing them in the janitor's closet, just outside the kitchen.

Ayaz was seated at the large table, snapping beans into a pot, while Geshi peeled potatoes. They looked up and smiled at the four Elves as they wished them a good morning.

The foursome seated themselves at the table after helping themselves to some cold cereal and milk. While they ate, they discussed possible ways to get everyone back to Arda.

"The only feasible way I can think of is the same way we got here�by ship," Haldir stated.

"Haldir, we don't know where the ship might be, or even in what direction the ocean lies. Even if we did, we wouldn't have the slightest idea of how to sail it. I don't even remember there being any sails on that ship," Rumil argued around a mouth full of Captain Crunch.

"Why don't you call Ashton, the man Santa hired to go to Arda and bring you back?" Geshi asked, not looking up from her task. "He's made the trip many times."

"Call? I doubt that anyone is within hearing range in this weather, Geshi. I also don't think that any friend of Santa's would be willing to help us," Rumil said, tipping the bowl to his lips to drain the last of the milk.

"She means on the telephone, Rumil - not yelling out the back door!" Elur laughed, the other Ellith giggling as well.

"What's a telephone?" Haldir asked, not understanding the joke.

"It is a device that allows people to speak to each other, even when they are far away," Elur explained. "I know how to work it from watching Santa and the guards."

"I just thought that, since no one knows that Santa is dead, you might be able to fool them over the phone," Geshi said, standing and walking to the sink with her pot of potatoes. She quickly added water and set them on the stove to boil.

"It's worth a try!" Legolas smiled, beginning to get excited about the idea. "If we can fool this man into believing that one of us is Santa, and can convince him to come here, then perhaps we can force him to take us back."

Haldir thought about it for a moment, then nodded his head in agreement. "Elur, we will try it today. I want only to check on the Elflings, and see to our old clothes. Do you know what may have happened to them?"

Elur smiled, and blushed a little. "Santa wanted us to throw them in the incinerator, but we didn't�we kept them. I'm not sure why, except that they were so exotic looking, and�and�they reminded me of the silver and gold trees."

"Good! These boots are killing my feet," Orophin grumbled.

"I do not believe I have ever heard an Elf complain the way you do, Orophin," Haldir chuckled. "If you complained this much back home, I would never have commissioned you to the Guard."

"That is because at home I get to wear nice, soft, comfortable boots, not these torture devices."

After the Elves had finished eating, they went to the workshop where the Elflings were busy at their tasks. At the sight of the four, tall Elves, the Elflings rose as one and flung themselves at their new friends. Once again, Haldir, Legolas, Rumil and Orophin found themselves buried in an avalanche of small bodies, shrieking and laughing.

They spent quite a while with the Elflings, trying to learn their names, answering questions about themselves, home, and the events of the previous night. Several of the older Elflings begged to be taught to use the weapons they had so painstakingly made, and many tried to press toys they had made into the Elves' hands.

Laughing, Legolas promised that once they returned home, any who wished to learn to use the weapons would be trained.

Their arms loaded with the gifted toys, the Elves followed the Ellith out of the workshop to the laundry, where Elur pulled their old clothes from a box on a shelf. She had even washed and pressed them, and it wasn't long at all before the Elves were once again dressed in their own familiar clothing, jerkins, leggings, and soft suede boots.

The others left the laundry, but Legolas lingered with Geshi, his hand on her arm staying her from following the others.

"You have been very quiet, Geshi�what troubles you?" he asked, cupping her face with his hand. He was surprised when her eyes moistened with tears.

"It is nothing�just me being touchy, I guess," she answered, not meeting his eyes.

"Look at me, Geshi," he ordered, forcing her chin up. "I can see that something is wrong�is it something I did?"

"No�yes�no, Legolas. It's just me," she replied, a tear finding it's way to her cheek.

He ran his thumb gently across her cheek, wiping the solitary tear away. "Is it because we made love, Geshi? Do you regret it?" he asked, his voice cracking against his will.

"No! I regret nothing, Legolas�only that�"

"What, Pen neth? Tell me."

"I am the only one without a child, that's all. I�the others speak often of the babies, but I have nothing to say. When we get to Arda, I will be alone, while they will have their babies to take care of�I'm being silly, I know�"

"You are not being silly, and you will not be alone. I will be with you," Legolas whispered, gathering her close, his arms wrapping around her, enfolding her.

"For how long, Legolas? You have friends, relatives�a life. I will have nothing."

"You have family there, Geshi�you must. You were taken from them, but I am sure they haven't forgotten you."

"I was an Elfling when I was taken, Legolas�I will return as an adult. They won't know me, and I won't know them. I wish�Legolas�I�"

"What is it you wish for, Geshi�I will give it to you if I can."

"A child, Legolas. "

Smiling at her, gathering her in his arms and kissing her softly, he whispered, "then you shall have one."

The Elves found their way to the cluttered room that had served as Santa's sleeping quarters. All traces of the bloodshed from the night before had been scrubbed away, but the room was still infused with Saruman's presence, his personal effects still scattered about.

Haldir, wrinkling his nose in distaste, said, "Let us do what what we need to do quickly - this room stills reeks of Saruman."

Elur searched Santa's desk, moving the mound of papers, bowls, pestle and mortar, and assorted paraphernalia, until she uncovered the satellite phone. "Here it is�this is it, Haldir."

Haldir looked at the instrument, cocking his head, eyeing the unfamiliar instrument. "How does it work?" he asked her.

"Santa would pick up this end," she explained, lifting the receiver, "and touch this button." As she turned the phone on, a list of names and numbers appeared on the LCD screen. "Then he would choose one of these numbers and hit this button," she said, pointing to the button marked "Send."

"Which number is the one we want?" Orophin asked, looking over Haldir's shoulder.

"That I don't know�" Elur confessed.

"We'll just have to start at the beginning and keep trying until we find the right one," Haldir sighed, settling himself in the chair in front of the phone.

Elur handed him the receiver, showing him how to hold it to his ear.
She selected the first number on the list, and pressed send.

"It is making a ringing sound," Haldir whispered, looking at Elur.

"Wait until a voice answers," she replied.

"Hello?"

"I wish to speak to Ashton," Haldir yelled into the phone.

"There's no one here by that name," the voice on the other end replied, severing the connection.

"The voice said that there was no one there named Ashton," Haldir informed the group. "Try again," he ordered Elur.

"You don't need to shout into the phone, Haldir. They will hear you quite clearly, even if you whisper," Elur smiled, choosing the next name on the list.

So it went on for several minutes, until finally Haldir struck paydirt.

"Yeah, this is Ashton. Who the hell is this?"

"This is Santa," Haldir lied, a shiver running the length of his spine even as he spoke the name. He tried to make his voice match the cadence he remembered as Saruman's.

"What do you want now?"

"I wish for you to make another trip to Arda."

"Why? You kill those four freaks already?"

"Um�yes�" Haldir replied, wondering if he could hold off tearing this human apart when he met him long enough to reach the shores of Arda. "They were�not acceptable for my needs. I wish to procure more."

"How many, and when do you need them by? Oh, and the price has gone up�it ain't easy sailing in this weather, you know."

"Whatever price you deem necessary is fine. I wish to go with you this time. You must come here to pick me up."

"You NEVER come with us. You said you couldn't go back there."

"I changed my mind."

"Fine. I'll be there by Wednesday. Be ready�there's a blizzard brewing and I want to be clear of the shore before it hits."

The phone went dead in Haldir's hand, but he smiled at the group. "I think he believed me. He said he will be here by Wednesday. What is a Wednesday, Elur?"

"A day of the week, Haldir. The day after tomorrow, as a matter of fact."

"Good. That gives us time to make plans, and get everyone ready to leave." Looking around at the faces staring down at him, Haldir asked, "Where are Legolas and Geshi?"

Legolas locked the door to the laundry, before turning to Geshi. "Are you certain this is what you wish, Geshi?" he asked, cupping her face in his hands.

She looked up into his clear blue eyes, smiling. "It is, Legolas. I have thought of nothing else since that night�I want a child. I want your child."

He dipped his head, his lips claiming hers in a soft kiss. Wrapping his arms around her, he pulled her closer, deepening the kiss, delighting once again in her taste.

She kissed him back with all the fervor she could muster, no longer shy. Instead, her body tingled in anticipation of his touch, rubbing herself against him, feeling his Elfhood begin to rise, his heat emanating through their clothing.

Moaning into her mouth, his fingers sought the zipper at the back of her dress, sliding it down. His hands slipped it down off of her shoulders, his callused fingers gently skimming her soft skin. Her own fingers busied themselves with the lacings of his leggings, quickly undoing the knots and sliding them down to release his Elfhood to her exploring fingers.

Breaking the kiss, his lips worked their way down her body, tasting each inch of her pliant flesh. Reaching the juncture of her legs, his tongue slipped between them, lapping at the juices that were already flowing there.

A sigh escaped her lips as she felt Legolas' soft, hot tongue licking her most private place, teasing at her nub, his hands running up and down her thighs. Fisting her hands in his hair, she bucked gently into him, her need rising.

He stood, his Elfhood fully engorged, throbbing now with his own need. Turning her, he kissed and sucked at her neck, drawing the warmth to the surface, marking her, before gently bending her forward to brace herself against the washing machine.

Positioning himself behind her, he groaned as his shaft slipped between her legs, rubbing his hips against her rounded bottom, finding her entrance wet and ready. She bucked back into him as she felt the head of his organ prod her opening, spearing herself on his shaft.

Slowly he began to ride her, his strong hands gripping her slim waist, her hips meeting his thrusts. His hands slipped up to cup her breasts, his thumbs teasing her nipples, making her moan.

They danced together in perfect unison, their movements becoming more wanton, unrestrained, passionate, building to a crescendo.

"Legolas!" She cried as her body spasmed with her orgasm, her hips slamming back onto his Elfhood.

He came hard, groaning her name, pumping wildly as he spilled his seed into her, fulfilling her wish.
"Where have you been?" Rumil asked Legolas when he spotted the Elf and Geshi rounding the corner of the corridor walking towards Santa's room. "You missed it. Haldir pulled it off perfectly! That human Ashton believed every word. He'll be here the day after tomorrow."

Legolas smiled, his arm wrapped around Geshi's waist. Rumil cocked an eyebrow at the Prince, wondering what they could possibly have been up to that made him look like the cat that ate the kirinki.

Neither Legolas or Geshi enlightened him, but rather nodded and kept walking. Rumil stared after them, shaking his head.

"Does everyone understand the plan?" Haldir asked the group of Elves and Ellith that sat around the table, looking up at him.

"Yes, for the hundredth time, Haldir," Legolas sighed, rolling his eyes. "When the humans arrive, Elur will let them in. She will check to make sure there are no others still outside. If there are, she will tell Ashton that Santa wants to meet with all of them. When they arrive in the workshop, we will kill all but the one Elur indicates to be Ashton. We'll wound him if necessary, but keep him alive so that he can pilot the ship and bring us home."

At dawn on Wednesday, the Elflings were kept with Geshi, Gish, and Ayaz in their sleeping quarters, the door locked and barricaded. Elur waited nervously near the front door, her eyes darting toward the workshop where she knew the Elves to be hiding, their weapons drawn and ready.

They waited that way for several hours, before the loud, rumbling sound of a truck was heard. Trembling, Elur waited until someone banged on the door.

Opening it, she found herself face to face with Ashton, the dark, heavily bearded, scowling man she remembered to be the leader of the group of men who made the runs into Arda for Santa. Brushing past her, he entered the building, followed by a half dozen men, each as scruffy looking as he.

Following them into the workshop, Elur ran to stand in front of Ashton, putting her hand on his chest. "Santa said to wait here," she said, struggling not to let her voice tremble.

She fled the workshop, slamming and locking the door behind her.

It was the signal the Elves had been waiting for. With deadly precision, arrows flew from their readied bows, finding their targets each and every time.

The humans never knew what hit them. His men were dead before it even could dawn in Ashton's mind that he had been set up. Backing up as Haldir and Legolas advanced on him, their bows drawn, he began to babble.

"Hey�hey�it was just business, you know? Don't kill me�it was just business!" he pleaded, his hands held up in front of him as if he could protect himself from the deadly arrows with his bare hands.

"This is also 'just business," Haldir growled. "I am sorely tempted to cut out your black heart and make you eat it for the sorrow you have caused. But, if you follow our orders, I will give you a chance to live."

"Anything�anything!" Ashton cried, his face a mask of fear. "Where is Santa and his men?" he asked, afraid for the answer.

"Dead. As you will be if you don't shut your evil mouth and listen!" Haldir hissed, still advancing on the man.

"You will take us to the ship you brought us here on, and you will sail us back to our home," Legolas instructed, "or we will kill you. And I personally promise that it will not be as quick and painless as the death your men received."

"Sure, sure! I can do that�when do you want to leave?"

"Now."

Haldir nodded at Rumil, who dashed to the back door, and knocked three times. Elur opened the door, her body visibly relaxing when she saw the dead men on the floor and Haldir and Legolas holding Ashton at bay.

Together they ran to the Elfling's sleeping quarters, giving the same knocking signal at that door. Within moments, they had the Ellith and Elflngs assembled in the workshop, ready to leave. The Elflings eyes were wide with fear, especially at the sight of the dead humans lying on the floor, and several whimpered, but the Ellith, Rumil and Orophin walked among them, soothing them.

"Let's go," Haldir ordered, motioning for Ashton to lead the way. He led them to his truck, the same truck, Haldir guessed that had carried the Elves here just a few days ago. They helped the Elflings into the back, barely squeezing them all in the canvassed truckbed. Rumil and Orophin knelt at the head of the truck bed, their knives drawn and ready to use, held inches away from the back of Ashton's neck as he took his seat behind the wheel. Haldir sat in the passenger seat, his knives also in his hands, his muscles tense. Legolas took up his place at the very end of the truck bed, his legs hanging off the back, an arrow nocked in his bow, ready to fly.

With a jerking motion, truck lurched forward. It took several hours before the Elves caught their first whiff of the salty ocean. Pulling to a stop, the Elves helped the Elflings and Ellith out of the truck, while Haldir kept knives trained on Ashton. They could see the ship, a gunmetal gray, boxy looking monstrosity floating at the dock.

Keeping Ashton ahead of him, Haldir herded the human up the gangplank on to the ship, the Elves, Ellith, and Elflings following behind.

Several of the Elflings were crying, and the Elves and Ellith sought to comfort them, especially after Ashton started the loud rumbling motor of the ship. Haldir made a point of tying Ashton down into the captain's chair before making himself comfortable. Huddled on deck, the rest of the Eldar watched the waves roll by and shore grow indistinct as the ship sailed toward their homeland.

A single, clear voice raised above the cacophony of the motors, singing a hopeful, impassioned song, each note piercing the hearts of the others, as Legolas sang out his joy at going home.

There would be many tearful reunions, as well as many heartbreaking discoveries. Many of the Elflings' parents may very well have already sailed The Straight Road, leaving them orphaned. But, at least they would be home, and someone would be found to care for them.

Not the least of which was the fact that all four Elves were going to be fathers in their own right. Decisions would have to be made about their future relationships with the Ellith, but Legolas' song transcended all of the uncertainty, brimming with joy at the one thing they were all certain of, the one thing they now had that made all other worries pale�their freedom.

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