Chapter 1

We left for Isengard once the sun had fully risen and centered in the sky. Legolas woke me and dragged me along, even finding a horse for me. We made our way safely out of the mysterious trees appeared outside Helm's Deep that morning. The only remnants of the orcs that fled there were distant screams, which seemed as if they were coming from the soil, or the roots of the trees. From then on, our journey was safe.

The same trees – those from Fangorn – also appeared mysteriously close to Isengard. Murky water was knee deep all through the dale surrounding Isengard. I could not feel the forest anymore. The safeness and energy that I found so comfortable long ago no longer existed to me. As we neared the wall, I made out the figures of Merry and Pippin, whom I lost on the outskirts of Fangorn a while back.

"Ahaha!" Pippin saluted us with his mug.

Merry stood up, "Welcome, my lords to Isengard!"

"You young rascals! A merry hunt you've led us on and now we find you feasting - and smoking!" Gimli grumbled.

"We are sitting on a field of victory enjoying a few well-earned comforts," he took a bite of his sandwich, "The salted pork is particularly good."

"Salted pork..." Gimli looked at it hungrily.

"Hobbits!" Gandalf griped.

"We're under orders from Treebeard who's taken over management of Isengard," Merry said. He jumped off the wall and made his way to my horse. "Pip thought you were dead. I told him it would take a lot more than twenty orcs to take you down."

"Yes it would." I pulled him up behind me on my horse; Pippin ran to Aragorn.

An ent walked towards us, "Hoooom, young master Gandalf, I'm glad you've come. Wood and water, stock and stone I can master, but there is a Wizard to manage here locked in his tower." The others gazed at him in wonder, but I was quite acquainted with them.

"Show yourself!" Aragorn looked up at the tower.

"Be careful. Even in defeat, Saruman is dangerous." Gandalf said. He looked to me. I raised my hood up over my hair.

"Well then let's just have his head and be done with it," Gimli grunted.

"No, we need him alive. We need him to talk."

Saruman made his appearance, "You have fought many wars and slain many men Théoden King and made peace afterwards. Can we not take counsel together as we once did, my old friend? Can we not have peace you and I?"

"We shall have peace." Théoden said. "We shall have peace when you answer for the burning of the Westfold and the children that lie dead there! We shall have peace when the lives of the soldiers whose bodies were hewn even as they lay dead against the gates of the Hornburg are avenged! When you hang from a gibbet for the sport of your own crows we shall have peace!"

"Gibbets and crows! Dotard! What do you want Gandalf Grahame? Let me guess, the key of Orthanc? Or perhaps the keys of Barad Dûr itself? Along with the crowns of the seven Kings and the rods of the Five Wizards!"

"Your treachery has already cost many lives. Thousands more are now at risk. But you could save them Saruman. You were deep in the enemy's counsel," Gandalf yelled.

"So you have come here for information. I have some for you." He held up the palantir and looked into it. "Something festers in the heart of Middle Earth. Something that you have failed to see. But the great eye has seen it! Even now he presses his advantage. His attack will come soon. You are all going to die! But you know this don't you Gandalf?

"You cannot think that this Ranger will ever sit upon the throne of Gondor. This exile, crept from the shadows will never be crowned King. Gandalf does not hesitate to sacrifice those who are closest to him, those he professes to love! Tell me, what words of comfort did you give the Halfling before you sent him to his doom? The path that you have set him on can only lead to death." He looked to me. "I know who you are, why do you attempt to hide from us? You will only grow stronger if you accept Sauron."

I lowered my hood. "I have chosen my path."

"You will not resist his power for much longer." He smirked at me. "You, Rávawendë, are not the one I speak to."

Anger bubbled, but I pushed it down and raised my jaw.

"I've heard enough! Shoot him! Stick an arrow in his gob!"

Legolas reached for an arrow happily.

"No! Come down Saruman and your life will be spared!" Gandalf yelled.

"Save your pity and your mercy. I have no use for it!" He shot a bolt at Gandalf. A ring of fire spun around him, reaching far above his head before dissipating and revealing a calm Gandalf.

"Saruman, your staff is broken," Gandalf said calmly. Saruman's staff burned in his hands and dropped to the ground in a pile of ash.

Grima appeared behind Saruman timidly.

"Grima! You need not follow him! You were not always as you are now. You were once a man of Rohan. Come down." Théoden yelled.

Grima turned and acted as if he were going to walk down. Saruman interrupted him, "A man of Rohan? What is the house of Rohan but a thatched barn where brigands drink in the reek and their brats roll on the floor with the dogs? The victory at Helms Deep does not belong to you Théoden Horse Master. You are a lesser son of greater sires!"

Théoden ignored him. "Grima, come down! Be free of him!"

"Free? He will never be free!"

"No!" Grim exclaimed.

Saruman turned around to Grima and slapped him to the ground. "Get down cur!"

"Saruman! You were deep in the enemy's counsel. Tell us what you know!" Gandalf yelled.

"You withdraw your guard and I will tell you where your doom will be decided. I will not be held prisoner here!" Saruman yelled.

Grima rose up behind Saruman and grabbed him, he stabbed him in the back two times. An arrow flew into the air as he was backing up and hit him directly in the heart. Saruman groaned and stood steady for a moment. Just as we believed he could somehow survive, hefell from the tower. His body became limp and lifeless in the air. He landed with a sickening crunch on the spike of a large wheel.

"Send word to all our allies and to every corner of Middle Earth that still stands free. The enemy moves against us. We need to know where he will strike." Gandalf ordered. He gave me a look of disapproval.

The wheel turned, immersing Saruman in the water.

"The filth of Saruman is washing away. Trees will come back to live here. Young trees. Wild trees," the tree ent said.

Pippin dismounted and picked up the palantir from the water. I raised my hood again.

"Bless my bark!"

"Peregrin Took. I'll take that my lad! Quickly now!" Gandalf took the palantir from Pippin's hands, wrapping it in his robes so that he would not have to touch it. Merry glanced around me curiously.

"Are you ready?" I asked Merry as Gandalf led the way back to Rohan. He nodded and held on to me tightly.

I stood next to Gimli, beer in hand, waiting for the cue to start.

"No pauses, no spills," Éomer said, patting me on the back.

"And no regurgitation!" Gimli snorted.

"So, it's a drinking game?" Legolas asked.

"Aye!" We all yelled.

"Last one standing wins!" Gimli stared at the elf challengingly.

"Let's drink to Victory!"

"To Victory!" The men yelled. I cheered before chugging the beer in my hand.

"It has been a long time, and you are no less wild than the last time we met." Éomer laughed.

"Yes, that is true, and you've gotten quite handsome in that time," I winked at him teasingly.

"You've always been attractive," he teased back. I could feel Legolas's glare boring into the back of my head. It was always so easy to bother him.

An innumerable amount of tankards passed before I even began feeling an effect.

"Heh heh heh heh," Gimli growled indiscernibly. "It's the dwarves that go swimming with little, hairy women." He burped and downed another.

"I feel something." Legolas stared at his fingers. Éomer and I raised an eyebrow. "A slight tingle in my fingers. I think it's affecting me." He looked concerned.

"Heh heh heh. What did I say? He can't hold his liquor." Gimli's voice trailed off and he fell back with a groan. His chair went backwards with him.

Legolas stared at him for a moment. "Game over!"

I made my way to his side now and slid an arm around his waist. Nobody would notice us among the confusion and excitement. "Are you done with ale now?"

"Yes." He grimaced. "I do not like it."

"It's bitter." I took the full tankard from his hands and drank from it. I kissed him gently and left him there alone.

I walked around the pillar to see what the cheering was about. Merry and Pippin danced happily on top of a table, entertaining the men around them.

"I bet I can drink more than you." I threw an arm over Éomer's shoulder, who was watching them as well.

He pulled me close to him. My chest nearly collided with his; our noses were nearly touching. "You're an elf. I know you can drink more than me. You already have." He walked towards the table Merry and Pippin were dancing on with a last wink at me.

I downed my beer quickly, seeing Legolas walking my way. "You are not acting appropriate," he snapped.

"You are the only one bothered by my behavior." I laughed. "Éomer is an old friend." He glared at me. I was trying at his patience. He closed his eyes, collecting himself before looking at me again.

"Just because Haldir died does not give you permission to act this way," he said calmly.

His words shocked me, but they did not hurt me as they would have at one time. "Haldir dying does not have anything to do with my behavior." I looked away from him.

"I know you had feelings for him," he glared at me again.

I turned to him. I struggled to control my anger. "And yet, I invited you into my bed, not him. I did not have feelings for him. He was my mentor. He taught me how to fight with my dual long knives." He flinched back. "You may believe I am behaving this way because I fancied my mentor, but this is simply who I am." I lost control slightly. He stepped away from me in fear. "Scared?" I smirked.

I chugged the rest of the beer in my hand and left without another word.

I sat alone in the cabin they had provided me. I was playing with my clean hair, braiding it in different ways. The others were still off drinking. I was so engulfed in my play that I did not notice Legolas walk in until he laid a hand on my shoulder. I jumped and spun around, ready to strike. Legolas stood with his hands up in peace.

"Have you come to yell at me more?" I sat down and continued my play.

He sighed and sat next to me. "I am sorry I got mad at you. I got Éowyn to give up your location. Ours is next door."

He looked at me with those wide, beautiful blue eyes. I was tempted to push him on the bed and take him right then. "Don't look at me like that," I said.

"I'm sorry," he whispered, slightly confused. "I should not have expected you to return my feelings for you. I won't bother you any further." He stood and began to exit the room.

"I did not say that I do not have feelings for you," I groaned. He stopped in mid-step. "Just because I will not sleep with you does not mean I do not love you. I do not believe I will outlast this war. You deserve to have a long, happy life. Anyhow, I am older than your father." I laughed.

"I would be happy in the afterlife as well," he whispered, fully understanding what my death could mean for him. "You're age does not matter."

"You do not deserve the pain of heartbreak," I whispered, closing my eyes.

"I would not suffer needlessly." He placed a finger under my chin and pulled me to face him.

"I do not want to hurt you." My strength wavered under his eyes.

"And I do not want to be without you," he whispered. "And you said you love me."

I cursed quietly, realizing what I had said.

"I love you, Rávawendë."

I felt all the strength I had left crumble. He moved in slowly and pressed his lips against mine sweetly. Our lips moved together slowly, he dragged his tongue across my bottom lip. I wrapped my arms around his shoulders. He pushed me back onto the bed pad slowly, lying next to me. Tears were falling from my eyes as I gave up trying to save him. He pulled away and wiped away my tears.

"Rávawendë, it is not your responsibility to save me, we are beyond the point of turning back now," he whispered.

"You are the only thing holding me here, Legolas. You are the only thing keeping me from letting go."

"Let me keep you here," he whispered against my lips, pushing me further on my back. He kissed down my chest and made his way between my legs. He pulled up my nightgown slowly. It was agonizing. I needed him to move faster. He kissed the inside of my thighs and suddenly buried his mouth between them. I arched my back and bit down on my hand to keep from moaning too loudly. His tongue flicked over me gently, pushing me close to edge. I had no idea where he learned this, but I was thanking every spirit on Middle-Earth for it.

It only took him minutes to finish me. I moaned loudly, feeling my legs numb and the numbness trickle down my spine. Then I moaned – loudly. Legolas laughed and slapped a hand over my mouth. I panted for breath. "Where did you learn that?"

He laughed timidly. "I – uh – asked Éomer for tips."

I pushed him over and straddled his waist. "Remind me to thank him later."

I grabbed his hands and pinned them behind his head. "Now, I want to show you what ecstasy feels like." His eyes were huge; I felt him get hard immediately. "Hmm, do you like being dominated, Legolas?"

He swallowed hard and nodded. "I suppose I do."

"Good." I pulled my belt from the side of the bed and tied his hands together. "I want you to be as loud as you want, melamin."

I pushed up his shirt and untied his trousers. I ran a hand along the bare, tender, pink skin. He gasped and shuddered. I licked the tip and took it in my mouth. "More, please," he gasped.

I chuckled and swirled my tongue around the tip. He thrust his hips up, desperate for me to finish him. I opened my mouth and took as much of him as I could without gagging. I thanked the spirits again for how heavily endowed they had made Legolas. I sucked roughly and opened my throat to take all of him. He groaned and thrust into my mouth. I rested two fingers on his bottom lip, letting him bite down to hold back his moans.

His abdomen tightened and he stopped thrusting. I sucked as he came, swallowing every last drop of his cum. I kept sucking after.

He slipped his hand from the belt somehow and grabbed a handful of my hair. "Stop, stop, stop," he whispered.

I stopped and grinned at him.

He cursed and smiled at me tiredly. "That was too much at the end."

"Sorry." I kissed his neck.

"It was not bad." He pulled the belt from the other wrist. "They are probably wondering where I am."

"I doubt as much. You are quite loud." I pushed back his hair and kissed him gently as I laid down to sleep.

Edited: 1/8/16