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In Gondor	By : Sighs4l Category: Lord of the Rings Movies > Het - Male/Female Views: 2193 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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2. Back to Edoras

The
Company was taking a break, resting for the night on the way back to
Edoras. The Countess was standing watch
and Legolas, after walking around their camp, confirming that there was no
danger about, went over to her; standing behind her, he wrapped his arms around
her.
Eomer
watched them talk softly to each other and then turned to Aragorn. “What’s their story?”
Aragorn,
also watching them, responded with a shrug and a sigh. “She is his; he is hers. They are bound one to the other.”
“That
much is obvious. But she is not an
elf,” said Eomer.
“I’ve never heard of such a thing.”
“No,”
replied Aragorn. “She is not an elf.” He smiled slightly. “It does happen every now and
then…”

Upon
their arrival in Edoras, in the room found for them by Eowyn; the Countess
slept while Legolas and Gandalf talked quietly.
Gimli had gone with Aragorn to be with the people of Rohan, mourning in
ceremony. There would be drinking and
celebrating and high spirits later and they would join in on that, but for now
they stayed to themselves, letting the people of Rohan follow their custom.

“No
pauses,” said Eomer, handing a cup of ale to Legolas. “No stops.”
“And
no regurgitation,” announced Gimli.
“So,
it’s a drinking game,” said Legolas innocently.
“Last
one standing wins!” said the confident Gimli with a laugh and he took up
his cup and began drinking it down with intensity. He was almost through his first cup before
Legolas had even finished investigating what it was he was drinking. He knew he would not be allowed to savor
these drinks and began drinking from the cup Eomer handed to him.
The
Countess came in wearing a simple green dress over an off-white shift that
Eowyn had found for her to wear. Legolas
looked over at her with appreciation but thought ‘One thing at a time
tonight.’
She
watched with great interest; Legolas drinking to excess was something she had
not expected to ever see and had hurried over to watch when she heard that
Gimli had challenged her Elf to the favorite post-conflict game of the men of
Rohan.

“I
feel something,” Legolas said softly.
“A slight tingle in my fingers.
I think it’s affecting me,” he said, looking at Gimli.
Gimli
set his goblet down on the table with a thump.
“WhaddidIsay,” he slurred.
“He can’t hold his liquor.” And then, eyes crossing, he fell backwards
off his stool.
No
one, not even the Countess, was fast enough to catch Gimli before he hit the
ground. Legolas watched his fall
impassively. “Game over,” he
announced.
He
watched as Orenin arranged for Gimli to be taken to the room where places had
been fixed for their rest. Then she
turned to him. “Well, Legolas, are
you finished here?”
“Yes,
I am done with drink,” he said, fixing her with a wide smile. “I am in a mood to hear you recite
poetry.”
“Poetry?”
she laughed. “And what poetry
shall I recite for you?”
Legolas
thought for a moment. “Oh yes,
please yes, yes yes.”
Eomer
turned back to the cask, trying to hide his smile. A few of the men started snickering.
Her
smile faded and her eyebrows shot up.
“Legolas…” she said and started walking around the
cup-laden table to him.
“And
I particularly like ‘don’t stop, Legolas, please don’t
stop.’”
The
men around the table began to laugh out loud and she seized Legolas’s
hand. “It’s time to say
goodnight gentlemen” she said and pulled her elf after her. Laughter followed them as they left the
crowded room.
As
soon as they reached an empty hall, he pushed her against the wall, pulled her
dress off her shoulder and kissed her neck, inhaling her scent. She held him close, smiled and said softy
“I love you, Legolas.”
He
straightened and looked into her eyes, picked her up and began walking down the
hall to their room. “That one is my
favorite,” he said gently.

Leaning
over her, Legolas put his lips to Orenin's ear. "Open your legs,
Love,” he said, pleading. “Let me be inside you."
“Legolas…”
she whined in protest. “Please!” She was desperate to spread her legs to him,
desperate to have him inside her.
But
he was teasing her, straddling her, holding her legs closed with his, teasing
her with his body, determined to make this last as long as it could. He
would tease her until his own self control fell, making their release the
sweeter.
She
was squirming under him, begging for him and he reveled in her reaction
to him, that he could do this; he delayed giving her what she wanted until his
own need to join with her was as much as his need to breathe.
As
for her she was incapable of thinking beyond enjoying the contact with him and
when he finally did enter her, she thought it might be possible to die of joy.

Lying
in the bed, Legolas smiled to himself, content to hold his sleeping Orenin but
suddenly he got up from their bed and began dressing; Orenin, half-awake,
murmured "Where are you going, Love?"
"I
go to give thanks, Orenin.” He smiled at her. “And I
need a little fresh air. I will return
to you soon." He finished dressing
and left the room; if she didn’t feel the danger, he was content not to
tell her.
She
lay on the bed, drifting, happy and sated for a while, thinking about his
contrasts; the light hair on his head contrasting with the dark hair of his
body, his ferocity in battle with his gentleness in love, his capacity for
joy and for solemnity. "He is a miracle" she said into the
darkness and smiled.
Suddenly
her breath caught in her throat; the warmth she had just been feeling was gone
and she felt as though she'd been dumped into ice water. There was danger
here, all around them. She leaped out of the bed, snatching up the shift
she'd thrown to the floor when they'd come in earlier and pulled it on; seizing
Galadriel's sword, she ran out of the room.
She
met Aragorn and Legolas running down the corridor toward her. They could
hear calls for help coming from one of the sleeping rooms and Aragorn threw
open the door and they went in.
The
Countess looked around the room for the Enemy she could sense but could not
see; she saw only Pippin writhing in pain, struggling with the Palantir.
Aragorn took it from Pippin but could not or would not hold it himself and he
fell, Legolas trying to support him. The Palantir rolled out of Aragorn's
hands and onto the floor. Gandalf threw a blanket over it and all was still;
the Countess felt the cold Enemy no more.
"Fool
of a Took!" shouted Gandalf, turning to look at Pippin’s still form,
Merry hovering over him. Gandalf went to Pippin, pushing Merry to the
side. Gandalf put his hand on Pippin's forehead and muttered
something and Pippin finally awoke.
"Look
at me," said Gandalf.

Gandalf
sent Aragorn and Legolas to inform King Theoden as to what had
happened and have him meet them in the Great Hall. He told Merry and
Pippin to wake Gimli, dress quickly and go to the Hall also. And as the
Countess turned to leave the room, Gandalf stopped her. "A word with
you, Lady?"
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