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Fifteen Years	By : Ertia Category: -Multi-Age > Het - Male/Female Views: 14168 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Not my garden, I just play in it. Ah, but isn't it full of such lovely
flowers to play with?

OOPS! HET this chapter! Sorry!
Fifteen Years

Chapter 22: Twisting Vines
Legolas entered the baths and dropped his robe from his shoulders, picking up Lady Galadriel's basket from the shelf. She was lounging in the bath, her golden hair splayed about her. The surface of the water was covered with tiny white apple blossoms that fragranted the air with sweetness and clung to her arms as she swirled them in the water.
"Ah! There you are, Sarnlass." Her voice was sweet and comforting and Legolas sighed as he went to her.
"I am here, Lady. Shall I wash your hair for you?" He knelt behind her on the lip of the bath and began gathering the wet strands.
She glanced back over her shoulder at him. "That would be lovel... Sarnlass?"
The Lady whirled in the bath to look at him properly, her gaze confirming what she had seen with her bare glance. His erection had barely waned, and he knew the marks from both the morning's encounter and the most recent one had not not faded from their livid redness.
"Oh, Sarnlass!" And her voice was laden with tenderness, "Did he leave you like this?"
Legolas let his eyes slip closed. How he wanted to tell her how he felt, how tired and bruised. He met her gaze with a forced smile. "Nay, Lady. Do not concern yoursef. I am well. Let me wash your hair for you."
"My hair be damned, Courtesan." Although she did not raise her voice, it was hard and commanding and he felt a shiver run across him. "Into the water."
He hesitated, but she slapped her hand on the surface, like a beavers tail against a pond and the sharp sound echoed in his ears like a reprimand. "Now, Courtesan!"
Legolas slipped into the water, letting it come up to his collar as he knelt before her in the water. Taking a soft cloth, he dipped it into the water and raised it to her chest, intending to wash her, but her fingers took ahold of his wrist and she firmly pulled the cloth from his fingers. "Turn around."
He turned obediently and she put her hand on his hip to raise him from the water. "Stand up. Let me see."
The cloth brushed over the livid bruises, and soothed his tender skin. "My Lady, please. You do not need to..."
"No. I do not need to." She answered honestly. "I want to. Come, sit here."
Her hand on his wrist tugged him down beside her on the ledge and then she swept out into the water before him. Apple blossoms draped her pale skin and shone in her wet hair like bits of snow. She turned and came back to him, standing before him, waist above the water as she came closer and pressed her thighs between her legs.

As he had been the moment he first saw her, Legolas was overwhelmed by her beauty. She was grace and power; ancient as the mallorns, yet as young a newly fledged foal. She took his breath away. When she leaned forward and caressed his lips with her own, he decided that he didn't need to breathe at all, and opened his mouth for her kiss. It was long and slow and tender, her lips and tongue working together to erase the bruising kisses his lord had placed there.
"My lady..." Legolas murmured when she released him, and she smiled down at him, her eyes dancing with merriment as she shifted her weight and moved to straddle him. Legolas gasped as he felt her hidden lips embrace him, slide down his length with sweet intent, taking all of him into her in the space of one anticipatory breath.
"Ah, sweet Sarnlass. You feel so good inside me." She murmured, lowering her head to his shoulder as her arms came around her neck and the scent of apple blossom surrounded him. "Let me give you this."
He found himself wrapping his hands at her waist, tilting his head back as she curled her legs around him, bringing as much of her slender strength against him as she could. Her breasts pressed to his chest as she moved slowly on him, bringing them both pleasure. A warmth seeped into Legolas' body, into his mind and his body relaxed into her touch.

Afterwards, they lounged in the water, saying nothing. The Lady was humming softly to herself as she soaped them both and then scooped ladels of water over them. Legolas found himself turning to smile at her. "My humble thanks, My Lady. I find myself at ease once more."
Galadriel smiled at him, but the smile did not reach her eyes. "I only wish I could say the same, Sarnlass. There is darkness touching our home. I fear for the future."
"Can you not see in your mirror what lies ahead?" Legolas dared to ask. Since coming to Lothlorien he had been curious about the legendary seeing tool, but there had been no opportunity to ask of it.
She shook her head. "The mirror tells of what has been, and what may yet come to pass. Nothing that is seen through the water is written upon the stones. And even if it were, what runes last forever?"
"And what have you seen through the waters?" Legolas tilted his head back into the water, letting it flow over his long tresses as he stood up once more and reached for their towels. It was getting close to supper-time.
Galadriel sighed softly, rising quietly from the water and taking her towel. She bent to catch the drips that ran down her slender legs, and glanced up to Legolas, her bright eyes suddenly shadowed. "We must chose our steps carefully, Sarnlass."
"The Elves?" He asked, suddenly afraid for his own far kingdom.
"Yes. And moreso, Celeborn and myself." She straightened and looked straight at him. "As well as the March Warden."
She wrapped her long robe around her figure and walked to the door, glancing back at Legolas as he wrapped his own towel around his body. "And yourself, Sarnlass. You have wisdom. I beg you use it."
Before he could ask, the door closed and she was gone, leaving him alone. Whatever could she mean? He was merely a servant here. What could his actions, wise or unwise, mean against the movings of great Elf lords? It was a puzzle. And one that would not be sorted anytime soon. He was going to be late to the dining hall, and in Celeborn's current mood that could mean a beating, or worse. He threw his plain linen tunic on and shook out his hair, before running, barefooted, for the dining hall.

Legolas entered the dining hall only two steps behind his Lord, quickly darting around him to pull out his chair and pour his wine. Celeborn graced him with a nod, and if he noticed his appearance, he did not speak of it. Lady Galadriel swept in and took her seat, glancing about with a puzzled frown.
"Has Illiene not yet returned?" She asked her husband, her brow creased.
Celeborn shook his head, his voice lightly unconcerned. "Nay. I assume Haldir has kept her longer than agreed. I shall speak to him later."
Legolas filled the Lady's goblet and had just turned to offer her a basket of breads when a tall Elf, wearing the blue of a healer, hurried into the hall and came to directly to the table, bowing quickly before leaning over and whispering to Lady Galadriel.
"I see." She said quietly, her hand over her husband's arm. "Very well."
Turning in her chair, she caught Legolas' eye. "Sarnlass, be a dear and go to Illiene's room. Fetch her a fresh robe and her slippers and take them to the healing ward."
Legolas started. "The healing ward, my lady?"
The healer had already left the hall, walking with long strides.
"Sarnlass, do not question. She is injured and being seen to." Galadriel spoke calmly, but she raised a cautioning hand. "Go now."
He did, at a run. Up the stairs to Illiene's room, grabbing her blue robe from where it hung on her wardrobe drawer and her soft slippers from beneath her bed. What could have happened to her? He knew. Without doubt, there was only one reason why Illiene would be in the healers ward. He found himself murmuring the name as he ran lightly across the glade and to the healers talans. "Haldir."
It was still on his lips when he came to the wide low stairs that opened into the healing wards. How could anyone harm sweet, dear Illiene? There was one door open, and through it he could see Illiene's pale face, turned against the pillows. A healer was at her side, his bent form hiding most of her from Legolas' view. Legolas stepped into the room and what he saw made his vow of wisdom flee from his mind as a cloud before a wind.
The March Warden stood on the other side of Illiene's bed. His silver blond hair hung in tidy warrior's braids about his shoulders, and his expression was grim as he leaned over her. One hand was firmly pressed to her shoulder, and he grimaced harshly as Illiene suddenly cried out in pain.
Legolas could do nothing else. The robe and slippers fell from his hands as he came to the bedside in one long stride. "Get your hands off of her, Warden! You have no place here."
He pushed Haldir aside and was surprised when there was no resistance from the warrior. Legolas met his gaze with a glare of uncontrolled fury. His voice was a hard hiss and the command of King Thranduil's son was in each syllable he spoke. "Get out."
"Sarnlass!" Illiene cried out from the bed, one hand flailing for him. "Wait!"
Legolas stood his ground. Haldir merely stood, staring at him. There was no fear in the Warden's expression, nor was there anger. His eyes were dark and his mouth set in a hard line. "Do you challenge me, Courtesan?"
"I've no need to challenge you, March Warden." Somehow, Legolas kept his voice from turning to the mocking derision he so longed to hear there. "You have done enough."
"And just what is it that you think I've done?" Haldir asked coolly, cocking his head slightly.
"Haldir!" Illiene's voice was high-pitched with pain and desperation. "Sarnlass! Enough!"
The healer spoke up then, although he had not ceased bending over Illiene's bed. "Yes. Enough. This is a place of healing!
Haldir turned away deliberately. With one hand he brushed Illiene's cheek and then, without a backward glance, he strode out and away from the talan.
"Sarnlass!" Illiene did not hide her tears and her hand fluttered as she reached for his hand. "Whatever possessed you? I've never seen anyone stand up to him like that! Are you mad?"
Legolas gasped in a deep breath, trying to get his thudding heart under control. "Are you all right, Illiene?"
"What?" She practically shouted at him. "No! I am NOT all right!"
Now he looked at her in earnest. Her face was bruised and there was a cut on her forehead. The healer was binding her wrist into a tight bandage. Tears stood out on her cheeks and pain was etched beneath her dark eyes. But it was the worry he saw around her mouth and in the set of her jaw that concerned him most.

Before he could speak another word, the healer straightened and looked at Sarnlass. "Now that her wrist is set, I can say that there will be no lasting damage. I want her to rest now, in peace and quiet. Tell the Lord and Lady that it is nothing more than a broken wrist and a mild concussion. She may return to her rooms tomorrow, but is to have no duties for two weeks."
He reached for a small bottle on the table and measured out a spoonful which he held to Illiene's lips. "Drink this, child. You need rest now."
Illiene obediently drank the potion, and settled back onto the pillows. Then the healer turned back to Legolas, his face expressionless. "You are dismissed, Courtesan. I believe your Lord and Lady will be most anxious for news."

Legolas stood impotently for a moment, wanting, no - needing, to know what had happened. "Illiene?"
"You are dismissed." The healer repeated, and Legolas turned to the doorway.
Carefully, he lifted Illiene's robe and slippers from where they had fallen and placed them on the table. He tried once more to speak to her, but her eyes were closed, the potion already working.
Back out under the stars, Legolas paused and looked up at their silver light above the mallorns, trying to calm his thoughts. He still had no idea what had happened to Illiene in Haldir's care, and he had no doubt that Celeborn would not be happy with his treatment of the March Warden. Sighing, he made his way back to the brightly lit dining hall. He was well aware of what would await had Haldir arrived before him.

ta da!

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To My Readers - Manitou couldn't beta for me this time. He was too busy with err...practical research, so this chapter may not have been as tight as it could be. I should warn you that things will get... scary... for a bit. I'll let you know when to cover your eyes.
Othello! I promise I won't abandon. Things are going to get gnarly in the plot for a bit, so I'll try not to leave you hanging too long between updates. I'm not that mean, I promise!
Minerva; Sorry for making you wake up your poor puppy. lol 2006 is already so good, I can't imagine it getting any better than this!
MarzBar! You're still here! *cheers* Hope you aren't too disappointed in the Haldir terrorizing part- There will be more!... *snickers at my own evil plot*
Daphne, Welcome onboard! Yes, I wasn't into Celeborn either, for a long time, he's just too cold and wise and distant. And then he just started showing up in my fics and next thing I knew... well, I could be his courtesan for much longer than a fifteen year contract, I think!
DarkDreamer; I, too, think Legolas has many lessons to learn from being a courtesan. And I see shall see that he learns them well. It's for the good of Middle Earth, and all, you know. ;)
animebishieluver; YAY! Glad you're still here and reading! I'll try to get updates up at least every two weeks.
TJ - Hee hee! Glad I could surprise you! Have you ever read Rana1's stuff over at fanfiction.net? I swear, I'd just start thinking, "I need a new chapter of "Marion" and BAM there it would be. I'm so happy I could do the same for you!
Hikaru; Thank you! Please don't cry! Do you need me to send Rumil over to wipe your tears? I think he's not too busy at the moment.
Crowdaughter; Welcome to the beauty that is Fifteen Years in Lothlorien! But ummm...what are you doing reading when I'm dying for a new chapter of YOUR story? *makes pleading puppy dog eyes* All Mordor is about to break in Lorien and many questions will be answered soon!
Morier, I hope you don't leave the community entirely. At least pop in and read once in a while, even if you no longer write for us. Although that would be a terrible shame. :( Thoughts and prayers to you, whatever you decide. Yes...poor Legolas indeed. And now he's in some real trouble, I think.
Soda, glad to see you're still on board! And yes, you will see more of me. I have missed the community, and I've missed all my lovely Elves. Even my newly found love for "Firefly" cannot keep me from Middle Earth, I promise!
Othello, Yes! More updates before 2007! I can't promise any AFTER 2007, as this story should be finished by then and who knows what shape my next project will take. ;)
Lioncourt, *BIG HUG* Yes, I'm back! And I'll keep updating until the story is done. The Warg seems to have calmed down, but I think it was the neighbor he ate, not the update. That's okay. Never really liked that neighbor anyway. I just told the land-lady that the water heater leaked on the carpet. *shrug* :)
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