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Housebound	By : elerrinarose Category: Lord of the Rings Movies > Slash - Male/Male Views: 2547 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own the Lord of the Rings book series and movie series, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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DISCLAIMER : Neither of these gorgeous ellyn are mine. I simply borrow from the good professor and return them in good condition (plus or minus a few small bite marks). Enjoy!

Winter was hitting the mountain in full force this year. The windy, frigid temperatures had dipped to the single digits, keeping Rose home from work. With already 17 inches of snow on the ground, there was no way she was driving to the office this morning.
�Check the calendar. I�m owed a sick day from last March.� she pointed out to her CEO over the phone. A very-much-needed-mental-health-day was actually a better term for it. Since most of the custom homes in the housing development had been sold by July, the sales office had been kind of dead. Besides web surfing and trying her damnedest to overcome her writer�s block, not much was happening.
Writing was always more difficult in the office. But inside her house, sitting on her bed, with the fireplace warming the bedroom and her hair loose, she could hopefully (finally) get a few more chapters written. It sounded irrational, but something about hairpins and gartered stockings broke Rose�s concentration. Perhaps it was the memory of eager fingers freeing those hairpins and two sets of lips kissing each new centimeter of exposed flesh as the sheer silk slid from her legs. A worthy �Welcome Home� if ever there was one.
Allowing herself to be caught up in remembrance for a moment, Rose thought of both her loves sitting in one of the adjoining rooms.
She thought, �I could just slink in without a word, take a pointed ear between my lips, then... NO. I have to write some more. Maybe if I finish this chapter I�ll let myself take a tiny sex break. Just a little one though.� That seemed acceptable to her reasoning.
�Yes,� Rose grinned as she sipped her pinot noir, �I�m certainly glad to be home today.�
Absentmindedly tending an itch on her forearm, Rose stared at the laptop screen and read aloud, trying again.
�Impatiently, the beautiful elleth tapped her shoe by the doorway. He was late.�.... That was it. The last words she had written over 5 weeks ago! Sighing, leaning back into the pillows, Rose pressed the heels of her hands to her eye sockets willing the blurriness to go away. Twenty-seven empty minutes later, she sat up and stretched, scratching at her shoulder. Trying a different angle, Rose�s mind raced through the possible directions the chapter could take.
�DAMNIT! I�m drawing a blank...� she grumbled as the intensity of the itch on her neck commanded her attention. �Why am I so damn itchy?� she wondered, all the while rubbing at the irritation behind her ear like a cat.
The CAT!
Rumil must have left the bedroom door open...again. Now cat dander must be all over the sheets! And there sat Rose, right in the middle of it, itching furiously.
�Wonderful! Now I�ll probably break out in hives.� She fumed. �That�s real sexy!� Forced to abandon her chapter once more, she could sense the frustrated tears welling behind her eyes. �Great!� She stated to herself with a humor she wasn�t feeling. �Thank you very much, Rumil!�
Hearing the remark from the hall, Legolas poked his head through the doorframe. Regarding the obviously irritated and frantically scratching woman, he found it difficult to contain a smirk.
�Still blocked, meleth?
Looking at her lover, Rose finally let loose a tumble of words. �Yes, I am! I can�t write anything and the cat got on the bed somehow and now the sheets need to be washed and I�m all itchy and no words are coming and the fic is terrible...�
Moving to embrace the sobbing woman, Legolas chuckled softly and kissed the top of her head. Looking into her honey-brown eyes, he wiped away her tears with his thumbs, effectively putting a stop to her rambling. �Rose, calm down. Breathe.� Holding her again, the elf heard her take a deep, sobbing gulp of air and he smiled.
Legolas found her openness and lack of pretense endearing and frequently adorable. She could wear her �game-face� at work, making stressful decisions, but at home, she was uninhibited, leaving herself entirely in the hands of her elves. Always giving as much care as she received. Never hiding a thing. So trusting. He knew that it was this absolute trust that allowed him to hold this creatively-frazzled, histamine-defeated, ball of stress. Laughing inwardly, he tightened his hold on the woman. �And it only makes me love her more.� Legolas thought.
Stroking her soft, raven tresses, the elf asked, �Ilyaman si?�
Now sufficiently calm, Rose felt silly and childish. Still scratching, she laughed at herself, rubbed at her wet cheeks and nodded.
Catching her watery gaze, he smiled encouragingly. �Now, why don�t you jump in the shower before you grate all of your skin off? Meanwhile, Rumil will get more firewood and I�ll throw the bedding in the wash.�
Feeling immensely blessed, she held his smiling face in her hands and gently pressed her lips to his. Ending the kiss, pulling back only slightly, Rose sighed and searched his warm, blue eyes. �How do you put up with me?�
Without missing a beat, eyebrow raised, he replied straight-faced, �You�re really good in bed.�
Smacking his arm in mock outrage, giggling, she cried �Pig!� Giving him another quick kiss, Rose left the room, the elf�s musical laughter following her into the hallway.
Rumil then wandered into the bedroom with a mug of tea, oblivious to the recent events. �Where�s Rose?� Noticing Legolas shutting down her laptop, he asked �Fic not going well?�
�Understatement, Rumil.� He answered. Legolas waited to hear the shower running before he continued.
�She�s been so busy these past weeks that she comes home and goes right to bed. We haven�t had a full night to ourselves in nearly a month!� the prince pointed out.
Realization dawned on the warden, �You�re right. It�s no wonder she�s blocked, Legolas!�
�Exactly. My point is, not only is she off work today, but she�s secured tomorrow off as well.� Wearing a mischievous grin, he added, �We have just over a day and a half completely alone with her. I will not let her leave this house until she is adequately relaxed.�
Rumil, beaming himself now, said, �You have a plan, I take it. Whenever I see that Cheshire cat grin of yours I know we�re in for some fun, mellonin.�
Starting to strip the sheets off the mattress, Legolas jokingly asked, �That reminds me. Do you know how the cat might have gotten into the bedroom, Rumil?�
Smacking his hand to his forehead, Rumil visibly winced. Legolas just laughed.

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