Thursday, December 29, 2005

Title/Chapter: Revelations [1/?

Author: Lynn Smith

Beta: None

Rating: NC-17

Disclaimer: Not mine, all J.R.R's, except for my original characters. No money in it for me. I am writing just for fun.

Warning: Angst, possibly rape

Pairing/Cast: Lindir/Olora, Imaldris elves, Legolas, Thranduil, Maeglin/OFC, Lothlorien elves, OCS

Time line: AU, After ROTK (Return of The King).

Summary: A stranger from Olora's past comes to Imaldris after finding out who she really is and now he wants her back and Lindir will do anything to fight for the woman that he loves. Olora finds out who her father is and learns about herself in the process. Legolas is surprised by his father's sudden visit to Rivendell upon his return from a hunting trip with Lindir and the twins.

Author's Notes: This story is a sequel to 'A Rose.' In order to get a better understanding you may want to read the short story 'A Rose' first before reading Revelations or you may be left confused.

Chapter 1

If only he had known who she was, he would have returned the following year like he'd promised. After centuries of living in Arda, he still marveled at his craftiness to pry information from others without it being too conspicuous.

He was a day's journey from his destination-Imaldris. He smirked as he thought about how gullible and cooperative the blond babbling barmaid from the Prancing Pony Inn in Bree had been. After two beers, he asked her about the former barmaid, that was all it took for the gossiping twit to blab the location of . . . Olora. He had not intended for the conversation to turn lurid, but it did when he erred in flirting with her. He was never one to mix business with pleasure, so therefore he quickly turned the colloquy back to the topic at hand.

"I'll tell you something," hiccuped the barmaid after the third drink. She paused as if trying to recall an event. "What did you say your name was?" She asked puzzled.

He raised an elegant brow in amusement. "I never said," he replied smoothly, taping the rim of his mug with a slender index finger. "It is no fun talking if one doesn't know who they are talking to," she pouted.

He narrowed his blue eyes. He was not about to reveal his true identity just in case it was already known from his previous visit so he thought to make up a name. "Findecano," he said before sipping his beer.

"Now that wasn't so bad, was it?" She grinned, blue eyes sparkling with laughter.

"I suppose not," he muttered. After awhile, he became bored and the conversation grew stale. He didn't know why he remained there listening to the barmaid . . .

"What is your name?" Findecano interrupted, which startled the lady.

She blushed bashfully. "Oh sorry. I'm Gabbie," she replied and then continued talking. Gabbie. What a suitable name for a babbling barmaid of Bree, he thought.

He sighed. Having gotten the information he needed, he decided to take his leave to start his six-day journey to Rivendell. "Well Gabbie, I regret to inform you that I will be taking my leave now," he said. Actually he did not regret having to leave-he didn't regret much of anything now-a-days.

To Gabbie's utter shock, disappointment and protest about how he just arrived, Findecano gave her an apologetic smile. He promised her that he would come back to visit her, but first he needed to run an errand for his lordship, which had been a lie.

The horse snorted, bringing him out of his reverie. "Alright boy," he said patting him. "We will take a short rest and then continue." The sun was setting and he calculated that he would reach Imaldris by morning.

Olora awoke with a smile to the birds singing and the warmth of the sunlight on her ebony face. It had been three weeks since Lindir had been away with friends, hunting. He was due to arrive back home today and Olora's stomach began to flip-flop with excitement. She remembered when he told her to court no other ellon and that she was to wait for him, which she was doing patiently. She smiled, placing her hand upon her cheek; the one that Lindir kissed before sauntering off, but not before telling her he loved her. She could feel herself blushing as a warm feeling permeated her skin.

A knock at the door brought her from her secretive thoughts. She beckoned for the person to enter. "Good morning, my lady," Cenwen greeted.

"Morning," Olora replied happily.

"This is the day that our young masters return," Cenwen stated as she busily laid out Olora's clothes.

"Who were the others that he traveled with?" Olora asked getting out of bed.

"Elladan, Elrohir, and Legolas of Mirkwood," Cenwen answered. Olora frowned curiously for she had never heard of this Legolas from Mirkwood.

"Who is he?"

"He is a prince and his father is King Thranduil. He fought in the War of the Ring," Cenwen said proudly, bringing a smile to Olora's face. She briefly thanked Eru for allowing mankind to see a new day and for those that gave their lives to fight against Sauron's evil dominion. If it was not for them, all would be lost.

After bathing and dressing, Olora had breakfast and then decided to walk to the courtyard and wait at the entrance for Lindir.

He dismounted his horse at the entrance of the courtyard and was met by a stable hand. "Good morning m. . . . ," the elf said, smiling.

"Good morning," he interrupted. They talked briefly for a few minutes before each went their separate ways, but not before he spotted her pacing back and forth as if she was waiting for someone. He pulled the hood of his dark clock over his head and then proceeded to walk toward her.

Olora had been pacing for what seemed like an eternity, when suddenly she almost slammed face first into a strong chest, causing her to shriek. She clutched both hands to her chest, trying to stop her heart from racing. "I am sorry if I frightened you," the deep melodic voice said as he pulled his hood back.

"No, it is alright," she said, shaking her head at how silly she had been for not watching where she paced. "I..." she halted further words as she finally looked into the stranger's face, but not so much a stranger to her for she knew him. "Nengion," she whispered shakily. "W..what are you doing here?" Her dark brown eyes had turned hard as flint.

He frowned. "I thought you would be happy to see me after our last encounter."

She looked at him askance. Just who did he think he was to dally with her and then leave her without a letter or visit for over a year?

"How dare you show yourself here after a year," she hissed. "I waited for you, where were you?"

He raised an eyebrow. "I have been meaning to come back to you just like I promised, but something of grave importance had come up," he said smoothly. Too smoothly to Olora's ears. She narrowed her eyes not believing him.

"Why are you here?" She asked tiredly.

"To see you and . . . I was hoping for forgiveness and maybe some serious courting," he drawled.

Olora shook her head. She was not about to be beguiled this time. Once was enough and it was a lesson learned. His deceits almost cost her, her health that was why she ended up here in Imaldris in the first place.

"I don't think so," she said curtly.

"Aw . . . Olora, love. Don't be like that," he cooed taking her hand into his large one and massaging it with his thumb. She shivered at his touch. Although she was upset with him, Nengion had a way of making one forget about all the hurt he had caused. Making them dissolve just like a puddle in my hands. He smirked.

Suddenly he was taken aback when Olora angrily snatched her hand away from him. "You leave this place right now or I will tell Lord Elrond who you are. How dare you play me for a barmaid wench," she huffed.

Nengion looked amused and unfazed by the threat. "What do you think Lord Elrond would do? He will only greet me with the utmost respect and then think you mad," he said. The once beautiful serene face had turned into a leering smile. She opened her mouth to speak, but no words would come out so she closed it instead.

"I don't believe that Lord Elrond would abruptly send a guess or visitor away because one of his deranged patients thinks ill of them," he said matter-of-factly. It felt as if someone had thrown a pail of ice cold water in Olora's face. She could not believe that he would say such horrible words to her.

"Lindir, will you slow down?" Elladan said exasperated, trying to catch up with Elrohir and Legolas. When he finally did, he studied Lindir, trying to make sense out of his hyperactive mood that he had been in since they had left home to go hunting. "Alright. What is going on?"

"I just want to get back home that is all," Lindir mumbled grouchily. Legolas and Elrohir glanced at each other with knowing smirks. They had seen him prior to leaving Imaldris in the courtyard, dragging some helpless maiden away from all seeing eyes.

"But you've never acted this way before on a trip. All . . . antsy," Elladan frowned. "So what gives?"

Elrohir grinned widen. "I will tell you what's got him antsy. A dark fair maiden," he stated.

Elladan gasped with wide eyes. "Lindir, shame on you for keeping this a secret. Do tell."

"Tell what?" Lindir glanced at him with a raised brow.

"Don't play coy. You know what I am talking about. I want details . . . and don't leave anything out."

Lindir rolled his eyes. "Elladan please. You have a dirty mind. Nothing happened." He wanted to add yet, but refrained out of respect for Olora. "And if it did, I would not tell you."

"Why?" Elladan asked baffled.

"Because you talk too much. Before I know it, my business would be all over middle-earth and then someone would have made a song out of it."

Legolas snorted. "Well said, Lindir." Elladan turned his head and glared at Legolas who only greeted him with a dazzling smile.

Lindir averted his attention back to the path ahead. He deeply inhaled the air and the water as he urged his horse into a fast gallop, in another hour they would be home and his love would be waiting for him.

She blinked in horror. Did he just call me one of Lord Elrond's deranged patients? She narrowed her eyes and balled her fists, seething with rage. If she did not have the fear of Eru in her, she would have slugged him good. "Deranged?" She said in a low deadly voice that would have spooked someone else, but Nengion was unaffected by it. "Deranged," she repeated swallowing a lump in her throat. She wanted to cry, but held back, she would not give him the satisfaction or the upper hand. She took a few deep breaths before continuing. She would not let him get the best of her so she decided to be mature about it.

"And you say that you came here to ask for my forgiveness. I say that is a bunch of horse manure. I will never forgive you for what you did to me. I may not be able to persuade people to see things my way or manipulate like you, but one thing I do know is that someone will believe me when I tell him about your presence. I know that I will have his full support and love."

Nengion's face turned hard. "Are you courting someone else?" He asked coldly.

"That is not your concern," Olora replied tilting her chin up in defiance.

"Olora . . . " he said with a dangerous edge in his voice.

"I care not if you stay here," she interrupted. "But I do warn you. If you ever come near me again, I swear I will make sure you never step feet in Imaldris again. I will go to Lord Elrond and tell him even if he doesn't believe me and I will also go to his advisor, Lord Erestor and petition my case against you," she punctuated with emphasis.

"Olora, I hope you are not threatening me for that would be very foolish of you," he tsked quietly.

"I think it is foolish of you to come here to try to seduce me," she spat. Nengion tilted his head back and laughed sardonically, which caused Olora's skin to crawl.

"Seduce you? I did not come here for that. I think Elrond needs to examine you again," Nengion said after calming down from laughing. Olora closed her eyes. She wanted to slap him so bad, but knew that it would be the ultimate insult to Lord Elrond to abuse any visitors or guests.

"If you say another word about my dilemma, I will . . . "

"You will what? Tell on me? Go right ahead and make it known who I am and you will be surprised at the shocked looks and responses you receive and then Lord Elrond will definitely have to declare you a lunatic. I would be far gone before anyone starts searching around." Before the heated conversation could continue, voices were heard coming through the courtyard.

Olora turned abruptly, catching sight of the riders as she recognized one of them. Lindir! She ran toward him as fast as she could and within seconds she was wrapped in his arms. Taken by surprised, he held onto her as she buried her face into his muscular chest. "Hey love," he said with concern as he felt her body trembling against him. "What's wrong?" He pulled her back to look into her eyes. What he saw was fear. He frowned.

She looked over her shoulders with wide-eyes, but Nengion was gone. Turning back to Lindir, she hugged him again. "I just missed you so much," her voice trembled. Legolas frowned, feeling that something was amiss. She had looked as if she had seen a ghost and the twins had become concerned for her well-being. "Has someone been bothering you?" Elrohir asked going into protective mode by taking out his sword, which caused Elladan to do the same.

"No," she said quickly. "There is no need for that. Please put your swords away." Lindir turned to speak to the twins and Legolas before leaving them to attend to Olora. They nodded and Legolas and Elladan took the game from off the horse and carried it to be prepared for the evening meal.

As soon as they had walked to a deserted garden, Lindir sat on a stoned bench and placed Olora on his lap. He studied her as she ran her fingers through his silky golden-hair, trying to figure out what had caused her distress. "Olora, my flower. I am going to ask you a question and I want you to be honest. What happened back there in the courtyard to cause you to run as if you were running for your life?" He asked, frowning in concern as he rubbed her buttock with his hand in circular motion. The gesture felt good, bringing a warmth to her body. She closed her eyes and made a soft whimper.

"Nothing. I told you, I missed you," she stammered. She really wanted to tell Lindir the truth, but she couldn't right now for fear of Nengion's threats. He was a very powerful man from what she knew for they had spent a little time together in Bree. He was right. No one would believe a deranged . . .

"I don't doubt it for I have missed you too, but I know that something has caused you great distress. I want you to tell me," he urged, breaking her from her inner thoughts.

"Please Lindir, it is nothing. I was in a deep daydream and . . . it was a nightmare that's all," she lied. Although it was a reality, it felt like a nightmare. She just hoped that Nengion would go away before Lindir encounters him. And before things get out of hand, her mind said. She sent a silent prayer that Eru would send Nengion back to wherever he came from. Just as she had finished praying, Lindir kissed her forehead softly. Olora then asked Lindir to tell her about the hunting trip as a distraction from her own troubles, which he obliged.