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Only One
By : HollyHobbit13
Category: Lord of the Rings Movies > Crossovers
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In the safety of her quarters, Jordan quickly sheathed her sword and began pacing in her room, struggling to regain her compose. Legolas. Elf of her fantasies. He of pointed ears. He, who had a way of making her heart skip a beat with the mere thought of him, whose blue eyes put the sea to shame. The only Elf in Rivendell, whose single glance effortlessly and completely held her enthralled, and caused her body to tingle in places she did not think possible and feel excitement that she only dreamt about. Hugging herself as she stared into the dancing flames, Jordan wondered at Legolas’ presence in the courtyard. Was it coincidence? Did he just happen by? Was he the one ‘calling’ her? If so, what exactly did it mean? What did it all mean? Jordan addressed her shadow on the wall.
“What’s he doing out there?” she asked. Her shadow had no answer for her. Jordan snorted. If Collette caught her talking to her shadow, the blonde might say that her friend needed to check herself into the psychiatric unit for observation.
Some help you are. Jordan muttered to her silhouette with her hands on her hips. It just mimicked her.
Only one way to find out – ask him! the demon on her shoulder whispered encouragingly.
This is crazy. The sane part of her reasoned.
Just go with it! her impish side prodded.
I’m dreaming.   Jordan’s rational side helpfully provided.
Then stay asleep, damn it! Don’t. Wake. Up! the imp instructed.
“What am I supposed to do -- what should I do?” the Immortal wondered aloud, indecisive.
Don’t bother – he’s probably gone. Y’had your chance! her reckless side huffed snidely.
Jordan climbed back into bed and pulled the covers beneath her chin. Determined to not read too much into the matter, she closed her eyes and groaned, for her mind thoughtfully provided a vivid image of Legolas’ face. The Immortal couldn’t suppress the shiver that ran thru her like quicksilver, for she saw in the Elf danger and a threat. A threat to more than just her peace of mind. The Immortal stared up at the ceiling and thought about their ‘encounters’, and readily admitted that she found them quite . . . enjoyable.
What would it lead to? Jordan wondered.
She had no idea. She questioned the wisdom of further involvement with the Elf, for it would only make it that much more difficult to leave when the time came - whenever that was. If the Immortal was completely honest with herself, she suspected that this . . . dalliance with the Elf could easily leap beyond the bounds of mere attraction.
So much for keeping my distance.   Jordan thought to herself with a sigh. That vow didn’t last long.
                   With her past experiences still fresh in her mind, Jordan was cautious to pursue where her actions would lead, yet a part of her yearned to follow through and discover for herself what it was the Elf offered. The Immortal threw back the sheets; unable to contain her curiosity, she put her slippers on and went to see if he was still there – he was. Real. Waiting.   Drawn to the Elf like a moth to flame, Jordan did not remember walking down the steps. One minute she was on the balcony looking down at Legolas, the next she found herself gazing up at him. Attended by dozens of fireflies hovering protectively around the Wood Elf, their tiny lights lent a magical aura to the already dreamlike feeling.
Legolas was still wondering if he was mistaken in coming to her, when Jordan reappeared. By the Valar, in all his long years, she was just a maiden, but completely unlike any maiden he had ever known! Unusual. Intriguing. Intriguing. Amusing. Stubborn. Those were just a few of the traits that came to mind when he thought of her. Jordan had somehow managed to insinuate herself under his skin and into his thoughts with a vengeance.
In the moonlight, Legolas’ keen eyes drank in the sight of the woman as she descended the steps and came to stand before him. His eyes lingered at the bandages on her arm and shoulder, followed the shadows and curves of her body. Despite her lopsided hair, the Elf found her utterly desirable and innocently seductive in her gossamer nightclothes. His thoughts returned to the battle in the forest, recalling how her fitted clothing outlined every curve of hip, waist and leg, emphasized the swell of her breasts, hugged her shapely bottom.
Legolas held his hand out to her. Jordan didn’t hesitate. Taking her hand in his, the Elf turned her around and pulled her firmly against his body. She fit perfectly against him as he held her hands. Looking over her shoulder, she was about to speak when Legolas gently shushed her. Afraid to ruin the moment, Jordan didn’t move or speak, acutely aware of the feel of his body against her back, as he rubbed his face against her hair. She wondered if he could hear the wild beating of her heart, for the nearness of him was almost too much for her.
Legolas ran his hands up and down her arms, smiling to himself when he felt the gooseflesh thru the thin material of her wrap. He held her hands in his and turned her palms up. A smile stole across her face as fireflies lit in her cupped hands, their pale lights flashed, shining out between her fingers. Legolas’ arms encircled her waist. They silently watched the hovering fireflies’ flash in return. The Elf gently combed his hands thru Jordan’s hair, his fingers massaging her scalp; she relaxed under his touch, enjoying his ministrations as more winged insects flitted about in their mating dance, allowing the Elf and the Immortal to witness their flirtatious ritual, their luminescent forms flashing at different intervals as they joined together.
“You do not rest.” Legolas’ quiet voice sent shivers up and down her arms.    His warm hands had traveled down to her neck, then to her shoulders. Jordan swallowed, for her mouth and throat had suddenly gone dry.
“I, uh. . . couldn’t sleep.” she replied. Behind her, the Elf’s lips curved into a smile.
“Are you well?” he inquired.
More like hot and bothered. Jordan almost said, for his hands were sliding down to her waist.
“I’m just fine.” she replied faintly. Legolas’ long, elegant fingers gripped her hips in a disturbingly intimate manner, sending a flush of heat thru her in response.
“Your wounds?” he murmured in her hair.
“My wounds. . .?” Jordan repeated dreamily, his hands were most distracting. Jordan was so caught up in the moment and the handsome Elf his words almost didn’t register. Belatedly she remembered the reason for her bandages.
“My wounds . . . my wounds! Oh, er – they’re fine.” she said, hoping the Elf didn’t notice her stumble.
Nice, Jordie – how could you forget?! she berated herself silently;
  “I regret I was not able to reach you in time. Gimli did what he thought best.” Legolas said quietly into her ear; his breath felt soft and warm against her cheek; the Immortal was so very glad she had bathed.
As his words sank in, the Immortal felt suddenly, painfully self-conscious -- for she had actually forgotten about her involuntary haircut. Stiffening in his arms, she attempted to pull loose, but Legolas’ firm hold kept her in place. Turning her to face him, Jordan kept her eyes on the ground, her cheeks burning. Jordan shuddered to think how she must look. Lifting her chin so he could look in her eyes, Legolas held the shorn hair in his free hand, and rubbed it between his fingers; he raised the dark lock to his lips and kissed it.
“Lle naa vanima.” He murmured.
“In Common, please.”
“You are beautiful.”
“Oh…thank you.” Feeling bold, Jordan’s fingertips lightly touched the sensitive tips of his pointed ears with open fascination. The Elf closed his eyes and trembled slightly in response; her innocently curious touch affected him greatly. Legolas felt the blood rush to that part of him that burned for her. His leggings were rapidly becoming most uncomfortable.
Bending his golden head, Legolas’ lips whispered against hers in a feather soft kiss. Testing . . .questioning. Jordan closed her eyes, opening them in disappointment when it ended.
Carpe diem! Her mind shouted at her.
Of their own volition, her arms encircled the Elf’s neck and pulled his head down to hers. Legolas’ tongue lightly flicked over her lips, his teeth gently nibbled her lips before his tongue pushed past them to taste the sweetness of her mouth. Jordan melted against him, feeling like she was floating on a cloud. Nothing else mattered. He filled her senses, smelling like the fragrance after the rain—fresh, clean and earthy.
“Do you trust me, Jordan?”
“Yes…” she replied faintly, wanting more of his kisses.
“Will you surrender yourself to me?” he said softly.
“Mmmm….” His lips and hands had stopped all coherent thoughts from forming in her mind.
“Lle lava (do you yield)?” Pulling back from her, Legolas held her away from him, watching her intently, his breathing was slightly ragged. He captured her face in his hands and looked deep into her eyes, searching for an answer. Jordan couldn’t think intelligently. The feelings the Elf stirred within her was unlike anything she’d ever experienced. Was it possible for your senses to spin? Because that’s what hers were doing. Dimly, she was aware he’d asked her a question; for the life of her, Jordan couldn’t remember what it was he had asked, thinking was the last thing on her mind. The Elf raised an eyebrow, amused. Obviously, her attention wasn’t on conversation.
“Melamin?”
                  “Hmm?” she breathed; Jordan’s lovely face was tilted up, intently studying the Elf’s sensuous lips, Jordan’s own were slightly parted, as she waited expectantly for another kiss. Legolas gave a low chuckle. Giving her a gentle shake, Jordan’s eyes fluttered to his. What was wrong? The Elf repeated his question.
“Will you surrender yourself to me?” he asked again. Jordan blinked; it took a moment for her to comprehend the question, for the fog of desire clouded her mind. Sometimes his Old English-like speech was puzzling to the modern Immortal.
Surrender? She’d wave a white flag if she had one. She’d surrender the P.I.N. number to her savings and checking account in a heartbeat, or the shirt on her back if he’d ask. Jordan’s heart answered for her.
“Uma (Yes). ”   she said.
The smile on Legolas’ face made Jordan catch her breath. The Immortal felt she could look at him forever without tiring. She didn’t get the chance as his mouth covered hers.
Hungrily, returning kiss for kiss, Jordan surrendered to Legolas’ passionate embrace. All around them, the fireflies danced, their soft lights winking in and out. Supported by his arm around her waist, Legolas’ free hand left a trail of heat on her skin as he stroked her face; traveling lower, he touched the leaf at her neck and hovered over her bandage before he gently cupped her breast in his palm; his thumb brushed over her hardened nipple, sending tremors of delight thru the Immortal. With a low moan, Jordan deepened the kiss as Legolas continued his slow and deliberate exploration of her mouth and body, in a never-ending kiss that reduced the Immortal to a quivering mass of desire. Wishing to be away from prying eyes as he finally claimed her for his own, Legolas swept her up in his arms and swiftly carried her to her quarters.
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Only One	By : HollyHobbit13 Category: Lord of the Rings Movies > Crossovers Views: 4468 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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