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Sleeping Beauty	By : SilentNiobe Category: -Multi-Age > Het - Male/Female Views: 6613 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
Disclaimer: I do not own the Lord of the Rings (and associated) book series, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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Author's Note: Wow. Just... wow. Your reviews make me blush each and every time. Thank you so much for your kind words and wishes; RL is finally getting a little better. :-) I know most of you expected a much longer chapter, but it made more sense to end it here. The end is getting near, so all matters between Legolas and Alice need to be resolved.
Disclaimer: See Prologue.
italics: thoughts
Chapter 23 – Home is where the heart is
"What part of 'too soon' didn't you get?"
Her cousin had been pacing back and forth for the past twenty minutes, after she had explained to everyone over breakfast that she had managed to reach Legolas last night.
"Johan," Andrea said his name in a warning tone, while sipping her coffee.
"Scheiße! We're doing everything in our power to keep her alive until the full moon and she had to go and strain herself like that!" /Shit!/
Alice rolled her eyes. She felt fine. Actually, if not for the slight sickness and weariness when walking around, she wouldn't even remember she had poison in her body.
"You're being a little dramatic," she said after a while, which earned her a glare from the blond American.
"In case you have forgotten, you're dying."
This time his voice was grim and the irony in her face faded when she saw the pain in his eyes. Poor Johan, he was out of his mind with worry. It suddenly struck her how she would feel if Johan were in her shoes; so she gave him a sympathetic smile instead.
"No harm was done. We might as well look at the bright side of the situation: the full moon is tomorrow night and she has already been able to reach Legolas."
The wizard had been silent all morning, looking now and then at Alice with a strange gleam in his eyes. Did he somehow know everything that had transpired between the elf and her? She blushed at the memory of Legolas' last words, glad that she had kept this little detail to herself.
"Once their bond is fixed, everything will run smoothly. So I suggest, dear Alice, that you start taking more frequent naps."
All three people in the room would have taken Gandalf's words as friendly advice, if not for that sparkle in his eyes again and the very noticeable smirk. He knows I haven't told them everything! Alice thought with more irritation than surprise, frozen as she was in her seat. Johan looked back and forth between Gandalf and his cousin in confusion; Andrea looked at Alice expectantly; and the redhead went from pale to crimson red in a matter of seconds.
Damn you, old man!
The wizard only looked more amused at her glare.
"I thought your bond was fixed."
"So did I," Alice replied at her cousin and cleared her throat. "But it turns out that there's a small… matter… that needs to be resolved."
When she didn't continue, Andrea raised an eyebrow.
"Yes?"
"Well… um…" Alice could feel her cheeks burning. Great. "We kind of… you know, our bond was broken with our will, which means it has to be mended with our will… like…" she tried to hint at it with her eyes, but Johan and Andrea still remained clueless.
"They have to join," the wizard finally said, like it was the most natural thing. And it was, which made Alice wonder why the hell she was so embarrassed to say it.
The answer came a few seconds later.
"I don't get it. What do you mean join?"
Oh God, just leave it Johan!
Andrea rolled her eyes at her boyfriend, clearly exasperated with him.
"Sex, Johan. S-E-X."
Johan blinked. And blinked again. Then his eyes widened and Alice dropped her head in her hands with a groan. Here we go.
"Oh. Oh fuck, man! Just…. Jesus Christ, that was too much info! This is my little cousin we're talking about!"
"I'm almost twenty-six, Johan, and had been sharing a house with my ex-boyfriend for two years," came the muffled reply from his cousin, from where she had hidden her face.
"Yes, but… I didn't have to think about you having… sex… Oh man, this is weird. I need to get some air."
Alice waited until she heard the front door shut to raise her head and look at Andrea.
"Okay, what's his problem?"
"You're his little Freckles, he loves you like the younger sister he never had, plus he's a bit overprotective and nuts over this whole thing, blah blah blah… he'll get over it," Andrea explained in one breath and waved the matter off.
The redhead sighed and looked over at the wizard, who smoked his pipe as if nothing had happened. She shot him another glare, but he only shrugged.
Just as she was about to let them know she felt a bit faint and needed to rest, the front door burst open.
"This is so fucked up, every time she goes to sleep I'll have all these weird images of Freckles having sex with a pointy-eared elf Prince! God dammit, Andrea! I mean did you have to SAY it to my face like that?"
Alice dropped her head on the table with a moan. There goes my sleep.
It was much easier pushing through the barrier this time, just as she had expected. She thought of her room again, too afraid to try another place and risk not reaching him. His face once more made her heart ache. Who was she to deserve such perfection? As she sat on her bed and run her fingers through his silky hair, the elf smiled; only this time it was a serene, satisfied smile, so different from the one filled with so much despair at their last encounter.
"You are here."
She sighed. Even his voice was perfect: deep but soft, so masculine yet tender, like a heavy velvet blanket caressing her skin.
"Of course I'm here," she replied with a smile of her own.
"I was almost certain last time was an illusion. Pain can do strange things to people."
Her smile fell instantly and Legolas cursed himself inwardly for bringing back unhappy memories; after all, it would all end soon. He sat up and cupped the side of her face, his thumb stroking her cheek.
"Forgive me, I did not mean to ruin this moment."
His wife leaned into his touch and nuzzled his palm with her face, a sweet smile gracing her lips. If her desire was half as his, the matter was already forgotten. Even such a simple gesture had him battle with his self-control, to keep his heart from running like the finest Mearas and his lips taste every single inch of her body. But this time, wary of hastiness and aware of her still not weak enough body, he stopped his thoughts from turning into actions. Instead, he bestowed a gentle kiss on her forehead and got up from the bed, eager to explore the room he had seen last time and re-acquaint himself with the real world; a world he was sure would look so strange and foreign to his eyes. But who cared as long as his sweet Alysse was by his side?
Alice followed the elf with mixed feelings out of her bedroom and in the living room. He had an expression of wonder on his beautiful face, his eyes sparkling with curiosity as he touched several modern devices scattered in her room. She wanted to show him what they were used for, but was afraid she might strain herself and lose their 'connection'. She wasn't sure how this 'dream state' worked exactly and decided not to take her chances; instead she was content to enjoy her limited time with the elf, even if it was just to watch him explore her apartment.
No, not completely content, a small voice said inside her head. Her fingertips burned with the desire to touch her husband and experience the feelings she had got a glimpse of in the vision of their joining. Would they be more intense now that she would feel them herself instead of relive them in a memory? A shudder ran through her at the thought, one of the pleasant kind that had her body tingling with excitement at its aftermath. She glanced over at the elf who was kneeling in front of the TV, running his finger over its smooth screen. For a moment she envied the device, as much ridiculous as the thought was. Didn't he feel the same need that was burning at the pit of her stomach? All the previous times they had met he seemed ready to ravish her!
Legolas could feel the presence of his wife watching him more intensely than ever. He was trying his best to focus on the strange objects in her apartment, but his desire threatened to overcome his sense. Nay, this time I shall not stress her, he thought with determination, remembering that his wife's mind was in a very fragile condition and a wrong move could prove fatal. Suddenly his roaming eyes fell upon a window and his brows furrowed. Where was the sky?
The redhead's heart jumped when she saw the elf tense and rise from his kneeling position to walk at the window with long strides. She had anticipated this and the matter had been worrying her for the past few days. All the places Legolas had shown her were colored green and graced with the endless blue sky; what would he think of this world? Would she have to leave New York, her life, her job, everything she'd known so far in order to move to an area more suitable to the nature of the elf?
Yes.
Her love for the elf flowing in her veins, wild like fire and sweet like honey, did not leave any room for doubt.
"There are no trees."
Alice walked to the window where the elf stood and looked at her apartment's view. There were indeed no trees. No parks were anywhere near her neighborhood to offer the elf any solace at his first view of the 21st century. The buildings were too high and allowed only small patches of the sky to be seen. She thanked God that the streets below were empty as was everything else in this dream-like state, since she was sure the elf would freak out with all the voices and cars and alarms and…
Does he have any regrets? Does he wish now he had sailed to Valinor?
Shaking her head to clear from all the unpleasant thoughts, she said "No, not here. But there are parks filled with trees… And if you don't like New York there are other places with vast woods… Perhaps you would enjoy a small seaside village…? Or we could be on the move all the time! Yes! To see what you have missed all these years!"
His wife's voice betrayed she was on the verge of tears, as if desperate to persuade him he had not made a mistake by staying here. Honestly, did she really think any of this mattered to him? If it meant being by her side, he wouldn't mind living in Mordor and facing its fire every day!
"I do not care," he told her with a reassuring smile, as he turned from the window to face her. "As long as your smile greets me every morning, I do not care where we shall live. I was merely making an observation –a lot has changed since the last time I set my eyes upon the world."
Alice felt relief wash over her like the unexpected rain in the middle of a hot summer day: all the accumulated heat of worry left her along with the raindrops, leaving behind her skin free to breathe. Everything is going to work out. She needed to keep saying this to herself every time some troubling thought entered her mind. After all, their love had survived millennia, what could possibly be so important to break this love now?
She leaned into the elf's embrace as he took her in his arms, his hands caressing her back soothingly. It was a strange mixture of feelings she experienced: somewhere among relief, contentment, worry and longing, the fire that had been burning since the moment she had seen him on her couch seemed to roar within her, demanding to be fed.
Legolas closed his eyes as Alysse's hands travelled on his chest with purpose this time. Her soft lips touched the side of his neck and she felt her rise to her toes to reach his ear. Caught between a smile that she remembered this little detail and his resolution to wait until she was ready, he gently pushed her away.
"Not yet."
The redhead's heart was racing. Her mind was clouded. Her breath was already rugged. Her burning had become unbearable. Why not yet?
"We have to…" she managed to say before he cut her off with a short, sweet kiss, which would not let him get carried away.
"And we shall. But not until your body is weak enough. I do not wish to strain your mind too much. Already I can feel you getting tired."
"I don't feel tired," she insisted and tried to kiss him but he leaned back with a teasing smile.
"But I do."
It was rejuvenating. After all those years of solitude and monotony, the rosy tint and angry gleam in her green eyes was like a breath of life to him. It felt good; to be wanted again, instead of begging his own wife to believe he is real; to be pointlessly flirting, with no worries of unsurpassable obstacles and unsolvable problems; to feel alive, instead of drowning in an empty darkness with no end. Ah, the beauty of hope, shining like the beauty of the woman in his arms!
"Your freckles are still lovely."
Alice awoke with her cheeks burning with irritation and embarrassment, the elf's melodic laughter still echoing in her mind.
Yes, I know you hate me. I understand. But I promise the next (long!) chapter will be worth it ;-)
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