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To Wed an Elf	By : LorandTab Category: Lord of the Rings Movies > Het - Male/Female Views: 7111 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter 8

Falawyn was lead out into the courtyard beneath the majestic canopy of trees. Her heart screamed for her to resist but her mind realized the futility of such actions. Her father had always gotten his way with a word of disapproval or a threat of anger. Now he turned her to face him and she could see both clearly in the lines of his face. "Please," she whimpered, trying to avert her welling eyes.
"Why? Why have you done this thing, Falawyn? Unite yourself with elves! I forbade it of your mother and of you, yet you have gone against me. Perhaps I thought you more loyal to your kinsman than you are. Perhaps you are as all women are, untrue in your heart." He hissed at her as the bands of his hands tightened upon her upper arms and shook ruthlessly.
"NO! Tis not true, father! The elves...." She pleaded, her head flopping on her neck as if it were broken as all the while she pushed fruitlessly at his chest. Her panic rose having never seen him quite so angry before, not even on the verge of war.
"You are a witless child. You should be locked away from the ears and eyes of everyone. YOU SHAME ME!" He howled, his hand leaving her arm and arching before her.
�Perhaps,� a voice filled with the authority of royalty boomed as fingers grasped the flying hand in a grip of steel. �The maid would be more capable of explanation should you decide treat her with more tenderness and understanding rather than violence and venom, Ellekar.� In the royal garb of Gondor, Aragorn towered with impressive intimidation over the father, his grip tightening on the man�s wrist.
"You question my authority with my daughter, my lord?" His eyes swung to Aragorn as he took a backward step from his daughter, his breath leaving him in a heavy rush of frustration. He had sent for Aragorn but now his life-long friend peered at him as if he was a stranger.
Falawyn put the King of Gondor between herself and her father. "He will not listen, my lord. He thinks me a traitorous child," she charged, as she tried to bury herself in Aragorn's robe. The man was family and friend to her, more a kindly uncle than king of their land.
A slow, pacifying smile overtook the royal as his eyes met those of Ellekar and answered his charge. �I question only the use of aggression when handling a child.� Pulling the maid further into his arms, he gave the girl a loose but loving embrace. �Falawyn � it�s been much too long.� Pulling her back and gazing upon her face, he allowed his thumbs to travel the trail her tears had made. �Your beauty, as usual, is exquisite.� Nestling her into the safety of his arm, he again smiled toward Ellekar. �Now, my friend � join me as I wash the dust from my throat and we will discuss this so called treachery. I am certain to find it naught but misunderstanding.�
Ellkar could do nothing but oblige his king's request. His anger was slowly banked and his tongue dulled for the moment. "Certainly, Elessar."
Within Aragorn's arms Falawyn breathed a heavy sigh of relief. Her eyes shone up into his with grateful respect. "Many thanks, my lord," she whispered when her father turned from them.
His eyes smiled in earnest as he gazed at the girl he had come to love dearly for her innocence and openness. �None needed, my dear,� he whispered conspiratorially. �We humans who feel the call of elves must adhere together, no?� Ascending the steps and entering the palace, Aragorn grinned, feeling the soft warmth of a second home.
�'Quel re,� he said with mirth and sincerity as an elf-maid appeared, her face bright at the sight of the human king. �Good day, to you. My friend and I will await Thranduil in the sun chambers while Falawyn freshens her countenance.� Kissing Falawyn�s hand gently, he sent her toward the waiting female. �And you, my friend,� he said as he clapped Ellekar on the shoulder. �It�s been much too long since we�ve shared mead.�
"Much too long," Ellekar replied in return, the smile he turned on his face forced and stiff.
Falawyn hurried along with the female towards her chamber, but realized there was another chamber that she wished to visit. "Take me to the prince�s chamber. Do it now."
With a nod of her head, the chambermaid scanned the corridor for others, took the hand of the woman and moved quickly up another flight of steps to the fourth tier of the palace. Moving quietly to the ornate door at the end of the hallway, she bowed reverently. �His highness�s chambers, milady.�
Without so much as a hail or knock she shoved open the door, already calling his name. "Legolas!" She was frantic to feel his arms around her, to taste his lips. If she was made to leave Mirkwood she would have these last moments with her.
Jerking from his pensive position at the large bay window, he stepped forward in a desperate need to believe that she had changed � that her decision was to stay. �My princess,� he breathed as he pulled her tightly into his arms, his embrace crushing in its intensity as he covered her mouth with a heated kiss extolling naught but need and desperation.

Her tongue worshipped his gliding against the hot wet flesh. It came to her like a lightening strthenthen, as womanly moisture gathered at the apex of her thighs. "Make love to me, Legolas. Make love to me here and now so that I can never leave you."

He pulled away from her, his fair brows knitted together. He had told her! She knew what that would mean. His hands braced her shoulders like two vices. �You know the outcome of that, Falawyn. To do so would mean no chance of our joining. No chance to be wed.� His gaze narrowed. Was that what she wanted? For him to have to turn her away? For it to be on his head that they were apart. It mattered little. The way she looked into his eyes fanned the fires of desire that hardened his body. �Yet, if I cannot claim your heart, I can at least claim your body.� With a loud groan, he lifted her feet from the nd and and tossed her unceremoniously onto the bed, his own body falling to cover hers as his mouth continued its task of devouring hers.

She kissed him wildly, kissed him with the abandonment of hopelessness. If they could not be joined, if she could not live out her life here with him then perhaps she could take a small part of him away with her. She prayed inwardly as they tangled together to conceive from the union.

The despondency of their circumstance seemed to fuel the desire inside him as his tongue bathed her neck and throat with passionate kisses. Finding the hollow center of her throat, he hungrily nipped at the tender flesh there, the beating pulse he felt creating a rhythm with the throbbing of his ever-growing hardness. Sliding a legging covered knee easily between the lengthy feminine legs, he eased her open to him as his hands began their slow trail across the firm mounds of her breasts, his fingers eagerly untying the laces on the bodice of her tunic to slip fervently against the soft, heated skin under the material as his mouth sought to extinguish the fire of need that enflamed inside him.

Clutching at his strong shoulders, she arched against him presenting her full aching breast to him, begging more of his expert touch. Below, her knees lifted and thighs fell apart inviting him into that perfect cradle of femininity. "Make haste, my love! My body is afirefor you," she gasped, her hips rolling slowly to him.

Pushing away the open bodice, his hand curled around the swelling mound of flesh as he guided the firm breast into his heated mouth, his tongue and teeth pulling and suckling the tightly puckered nipple into sweet submission. Simultaneously, his ever-moving free hand moved expertly beneath the open valley that was her legs, fingers seeking the wet warmth of her core. With caresses that bordered on harsh, he shoved his body upward and began tearing at the lacings at his leggings that encased the painful hardness of his mammoth erection, his fingers flying to unleash the flesh that so tormented his body. His need for her was immeasurable and it was a need he would not be denied. So was his mind set that the urgent sound of his name being called in mixture with a loud knocking at the door was completely ignored by him.

"My lord," came the voice from behind the portal. "Your presence is requested in the sun chamber." Another pounding. "Are you there? Milord?"

The incessant knocking hailed their imminent interruption and the very idea of it spurred her into action. She, too, insinuated her hand between their bodies, near thrashing with his, in an attempt to speed the release of his impaling shaft. But his fingers won out over her and she settled for caressing him through the binding material of the leggings. "Legolas," she mewled and whimpered.

IIian doubled his fist and pounded on the door again, knowing Legolas was inside. "My Lord!"

�BE OFF WITH YOU,� the prince howled toward the door, his all too solid member screaming for relief, the intrusion on this fantastical moment abhorrent to his senses as he fought back the insidious need to keep right with tradition no matter the consequences to his heart.

There was nothing else to be done except the obvious. Steeling himself for the backlash to come, IIian lifted the latch and pushed against the door. Unlocked! Fate be blessed! Pushing the wooden panel inward he slid soundlessly into the room. The very air was knocked from him at the sight that greeted him upon the bed. Disaster. "Legolas! Do not!"

With the movements of an animal denied sustenance, the prince�s torso flew up, his ice- blue eyes flashing with desire and anger. �Away, Ilian! You are not needed, nor wanted here!� His voice became a growl as his hips inadvertently contacted the satiny skin of the beautiful thigh beneath him � his hardness a perfect contrast to its softness. �Away befI seI see banned from this household!�

Falawyn released a pitiful sob at the interruption, her body a cauldron of devouring combustion, a well of ember and flames. Winding her arms around Legolas's back, she drew herself up to press her tear-stained cheek against his thundering chest.

IIian shook his head, his visage one of near grief. His lord�s words struck heavy in his heart but he could not find it in him to be angry with him. "You will not. As your friend, Legolas, I plead with you not to do this thing. Not to destroy all hope of a union. All is not yet lost. Surely you must see that."

Tucking himself back into the confines of his trousers, Legolas positioned himself promptly between his intended and his oldest friend determined, even at this moment in time, to keep her body a thing for his eyes alone. �It is finished, Ilian! It matters not now as she has made her choice! And it was NOT me!� Moving forward, his strong hands pushed at the shoulders of the larger elf. �It is OVER, do you not see?� He panted, the emotion taking its toll on his being, his eyes now showing his friend naught but pain and regret. Turning to Falawyn, his voice was low and broken. �I would have treasured you.� Instantly grabbing the discarded tunic, he turned and rushed toward the antechamber, the door closing between him and his fantasy.

IIian dropped his eyes to the chamber floor knowing the disrobed state Falawyn presented. "You are also to make your way to the sun chamber, my lady. They have called for you and at this moment Daewin searches for you."

Falwayn made no move toward her undone laces as she was struck numb by Legolas's words, numb from the pain she had heard in his voice. "Does he truly believe that of me, IIian? He thinks I would not choose him? That my leaving is so easily done or of my own will?"

There was a brief raise of the elf�s shoulders as he drew in a deep breath. "Yes. He truly believes you are leaving him and doing it easily enough." He would say no more; betray no more of his lord. The rest she would have to gain from the source, gain from Legolas himself.
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