A/N: Alright... Here we are FINALLY the sequal to Imprisoned. I do want to warn right away that 1. This will be more story driven than the original two-shot, and thus longer. And 2. It as well will deal with some... uncommon... themes. I don't want to spoil anything but yea... this is the only way I could really see things going with our lead, and I had to debate with myself with a good long time before deciding if I was willing to post it but here you all go! Reviews are love.
Keirawen curled her knees tightly against her as she she sat beside her small camp fire, her winter furs pulled tightly around her. She had been traveling... searching.. for weeks to no avail, and she would need to find somewhere to stay soon in order to keep warm in the coming months, the first snow had already fallen, all be it somewhat light.
It had been nearly four months since her tryst with the elf, and even still she drew on those memories to warm her on the colder nights of her travels.
The affair lasted much longer then she had expected. She had only thought that they would share one meager experience with one another. But one experience became a night, which became a three day long affair.
Her hazel eyes narrowed, then closed as memories flooded her.
He had been quick to lose his shyness after their first time, pinning her down and working his way between her thighs. He had recovered so quickly from the euphoric release that she was caught off guard. More so, he was anxious for more. He looked down at him with hunger in his steely eyes as he pressed into her still-sensitive core for a second time.
The way he rolled his hips, massaging his girthy rod between her wanting folds was unlike any sensation she had ever experienced before. Despite his lack of experience he was quite the natural with such lewd activities. It didn't take long for them to reach ecstasy a second time.. and then a third before exhaustion had won over desire.. at least for her.
She was unsure if he had even slept. His eyes were on her as she fell asleep, and he was dressed, and sitting beside the bed when she awoke the next morning. It was his voice, in truth which had woke her. "Keirawen..." His voice was near a whisper, but it managed to break through her subconscious and pull her awake despite how tired her body still felt. "If we wait much longer I fear it will be rather hard to escape at all." He muttered in such a low tone that it seemed he almost felt guilty to interrupt her sleep for such a reason.
She rolled to look at him, his hair still sleek, and overall well-kept despite her own red curls tangled and falling about her shoulders. She pulled her hair back into a ponytail, before pulling on her clothes. She did not bother to respond vocally, as a lump had already formed in her throat at the though of him leaving. But a deal was a deal, and it was not exactly safe for him stay. For him, or her...
She already had a route planned out, leading him from the inn, down an alley, and to a small area in the city wall that had been a secret to her and her brothers since they were merely children. Three loose bricks which could be easily pulled out made for a tight fit for the now adult woman, and more so for the broad shouldered elf, but they managed to slip through and into the field surrounding the town. With the sun still low in the sky, and shadows on their side they managed to make it unseen to the treeline, where she had been prepared to see him off.
She had felt so ashamed at just how attached she already felt to the elven male.. The man whose name she had hardly even allowed herself to learn. She did not want to admit it, but she was not ready yet to say goodbye.
"If you will wait here.. you should be safe. I should get you a weapon at least... something to make sure you are safe in your travels. I am sure I can make it back in less than an hour" She offered after a long moment, her eyes shifting to the grassy trail beneath her feet, afraid to meet his. A smile entered his features however at the offer, his hand moving to her arm, his lithe fingers curling around it in a gentle hold. "Are you certain? I do not want to risk you being caught either. It would be no fair to trade your freedom for mine."
Even as she sat, half freezing in the icy field she remembered the way his words made her heart flutter, and her whole body feel warm.
She had denied it would be any inconvenience and raced back to the city, collecting a dagger, and a rather shoddy bow -the only one her father had ever allowed her- and instead of leaving through her secret exit she opted for the city gate. It would look less suspicious if she happened to be seen in the field that way, and it was not an uncommon thing for her to "Play at hunting" as some of the guards referred to it.
He was not where she had left him, and for a moment she felt a slight sinking in her chest. But quick as the feeling hit her he appeared, dropping down from a nearby tree in one quick, smooth movement. He seemed a bit disappointed at the the sight of the bow, accepted it with graciously, along with the dagger.
Her eyes once more sank away from him, and she did her best to silence the her mind as it told her to object to him leaving. She cleared her throat and with all the resolve she could muster she began to speak. "I wish you safe travels... Legolas." No sooner did his name leave her lips than he leaned down, stealing a soft kiss from them his hands moving to her curvaceous hips.
She was unsure what drew him in to do such a thing. Perhaps he found her obvious hesitance to let him go as endearing.. To her it was pathetic but he did not give her a chance to dwell as he pulled her closer. The kiss lead quickly to a passionate embrace; hands wondering over anxious bodies.
She would give almost anything to feel his warm chest pressed down to hers, or to see his abs flexing as he curled his hips to meet against hers. It would certainly help to make the night seem more cozy.
They had ended up in a mess of tossed aside garments and entwined limbs, right on the forest floor, and as the day wore on they had remained, content in the shade of a tall oak, his calloused hands traveling over her soft skin. It was only then that she gave in, speaking with him at least a bit. Hours past as they laid, nearly bare and speaking in lazy voices. He told her how he wished he could get his bow back, how it was a treasured thing he had acquired long before she had even been alive, back when elves -though still rather secluded- were far more common. Even living in the area her people now claimed as theirs. Long before.. Hundreds of years before it had been an Elven kingdom, or so he had stated.. he even gave it a name, though the name escaped her memory. All she remembered for certain was the warmth of his arm tucked beneath her head, and the feel of his chest rising and falling beneath her arm as it draped over him.
She did her best to keep him from revealing anything too personal to her. She did not want more than his first name, or where he was from... she did not want to know about his family, or hobbies.. Nothing that could make her fall any deeper for him than she already had... He on the other hand wanted to know everything.
He asked about her brothers, her father, how she knew of the hole in the wall, where she got the bow and more, and she answered each of his questions without getting frustrated as she had the day before. Perhaps she hoped that by doing so she could draw out there time a bit longer, and could memorize his features a bit clearer... it was not safe for her to do so, and the entire time she heard an alarm in the back of her mind warning her that she was already more smitten then she should allow... even still she did not try to fight it.
On the second day he taught her better how to shoot the bow she had given him, and nearly the entire day was spent doing so, save for a few breaks when she -or he- grew too distracted by the other and got lost again in more playful pass times.
It was on the third morning that he finally took his leave. He had held her close, and lifted each of her hands to his lips, placing a soft kiss on her knuckles. His eyes held a sadness, but his choice in leaving was unwavering. "I was here to see what has become of this land. It is along the path to the ocean which my kin have followed for many centuries. I must report my findings, and have already been away for far longer than expected."
She had nodded, and did her best not to look at his face, no matter how strongly she had wanted to. She knew that looking at him for too long would make his departure hurt all the more. "I won't see you again, will I?" She asked softly. She felt foolish to do so... After all she was the one who had initially wanted no more than a quick affair.
"It is unlikely... especially with how the people here responded to my presence. And I cannot just spirit you away... If a young woman were to disappear right as I escaped then I would be blamed, and if others of my kind are spotted in the future they would be treated with even more hostility..." She had nodded her understanding... he was completely right after all.
She had a story all planned out for why she was missing her bow when she returned, though it was of little use. It seemed her father was far too familiar with her antics, and it did not take long for him to catch on when a prisoner went missing at the same time that she grew scarce. Less time than it took her to say her goodbyes to the beautiful elf. And despite who well she had paid the guards for their silence her father had paid more for them to tell their stories.
He did not turn her in... no she would have much preferred that... instead he used the knowledge the way he used everything. He used it to bargain. She was not to run off anymore, she was not to go into the woods unattended and he was actively seeking a suitor for her. She didn't argue... at the time it felt as though the punishment was worth the time she had with him, and though she preferred a bit more freedom she could bide her time or so she thought.
Her Eyes opened, moving from the fire down to her abdomen, one hand moving to gently cradle the small bump beginning to form beneath the lays upon layers of cloth. It should be larger after four months... but that to her was just more proof of who has sired it. After all she knew very little about breeding with elves... but it was undoubtedly a longer process with how long lived they were. She was unsure how long it would continue to grow, but she had hoped to see it's father once more before it was born, to perhaps get a few answers.
It was two months after he left when she first noticed the signs. In a panic she had gathered her things, chop her red curls short, as to mimic a young boy -a safer choice for traveling- and with the help of her brother she was on the road within a few days, a finally crafted elven bow strapped to her back, which she intended to return to it's owner if ever she was lucky enough to find him again.