Hays looked out his window, only seeing the blue skies of Rivendell stretching for forever. Boring, he thought, making his way out of the castle and out to look for Shion and Shez, who had both disappeared before day-break. He looked in a mirror in the hall, which looked as though it had just been cleaned. He saw the thick black hair sweeping down just like all the other Elves and his young face framed by it. His nose, a bit pointed, was held perfectly and matched his graceful features beyond anyone's . . . at least matching Legolas's.
He smiled in satisfaction. His looks matched the Prince's looks, except Legolas had blonde hair, which was much softer. He shrugged, and then walked out, his hands barely in his tunic pockets. But before he could do anything in Rivendell, he saw a large crowd formed in an empty and wide space. People were shouting excitedly at something in the middle and groaned in frustration, slapping their hands to their foreheads. He walked over to the large group.
"A fight . . . barbarians," Hays muttered to himself.
Of course, two Elves were in the middle, beating the living crap-o-la out of each other. He couldn't help but smile as one of the Elves kicked his opponent to the ground, kicking him profusely in the side and in the gut. Nothing made guys more alive than watching a person beat the hell out of another guy.
His opponent could not get up, therefore, the standing man was the victor and was rewarded with a good sum of money. Then two other men stepped in, not minding the blood.
While Hays was watching, a man tapped him on the shoulder.
"Hey, pal. You wanna fight?" the man asked.
"Oh no, I'm . . ."
"Winner takes all."
"I'm in."
"You're fighting . . ." he looked on his list. "Ooh, Prince Legolas. Good luck, buddy. You're gonna need it."
"I DON'T NEED LUCK!"
Hays suddenly felt very in-charge. The time passed like grains of sand in a time-turner.
Meanwhile, Shez and Shion were watching them fight on an upper level. Shez seemed interested in the prospect of a bunch of guys just getting shirtless and fighting. Shion was calling things out like: "THE LEFT! THE LEFT!" or "YOU FIGHT LIKE MY GRANDMA! AND SHE'S DEAD!" Shez just watched on, hopelessly drooling on her sleeve.
Then, her head snapped up. Legolas was pulling off his shirt, along with Hays, and they got into a fighting position.
"Holy shit, Princess! Is that Master Hays?" Shion asked, pointing.
"I think . . . no, I know it is."
Shez leaned over to get a better look.
"So Legolas . . . you scared?" Hays asked with a grin on his face.
"Why should I be scared? You just a wizard."
First blow. Right across the face, making Legolas's lower lip bleed. He licked it off and spit it to the ground, splattering in different directions. Hays's uncouth eyes fell upon Legolas's mouth. More blood dripped down his lip down his chin. Soon, there were just punches all together.
Shez let out frightened squeals when Legolas or Hays got hurt too bad. Shion yelled out her remarks. Soon, they were both too tired to continue. They both fell to their knees at the same time, breathing hard and both grinning. Hays fell backward and Legolas foreword. They both stared at each other with the same fiery hate, and both drifted in and out of consciousness.
Hays woke up. Legolas was still asleep, his wounds healing remarkably fast. His breathing was steady, his chest moving up and down, his breath going in and out. Hays turned away as he started to feel a sudden desire to walk over to his bed . . .
Shez slammed the door open, making Legolas jump, his hair sticking up funny in the back. Hays looked over at her, his black eyes full of dismay and appreciation.
"HAYS! Oh my gosh, are you all right? Are you dying?"
"No, I'm fine," he said, smiling at her.
She looked from Legolas to Hays, then turned around.
"GET SHIRTS ON!!!!! NOW!!!!!" Shez screamed throwing clumps over her shoulders, hitting them square in the face.
"Wrong shirt," Legolas whispered to Hays, tossing him the shirt.
Hays grabbed it with his graceful fingers and tossed his at Legolas's face. Hays slipped his on with Legolas buttoning his up in the front. Hays could see him out of the corner of his eye, but it was still enough to satisfy his tastes. The pointed ears stuck from his hair, his hair creasing down the front of his chest. The silk woven shirt was creasing and shining in the lighting of the room.
"Hays, are you sure you're all right?" Shez asked in a soft voice, brushing the black hair from his face with her cool fingers.
Hays felt a burning passion toward his mistress, also. He always wanted to just see how she felt; her lips, her body.
He shook the sudden image from his head. He couldn't decide which creature was more beautiful. He could see how Elves were considered the most graceful creatures . . . some more wonderful than others.
"Oh my gosh, I can't decide which guy looks hotter when he sleeps. Legolas or Hays," Shion said while her and Shez were spying on the two while they were asleep.
"Neither. I just want to check up."
"Then go in the room."
"Uh?"
"Go . . . in the room."
Shion pushed her in the room. She winked and waved as she walked back down the hall. Shez looked at Hays first. He was very handsome, indeed, and she wondered why she hadn't noticed it before. Of course, the graceful beauty of Prince Legolas was remarkable. She had tried to deny it, but she stared at him, his chest inclining and declining as he inhaled and exhaled. She walked over to him and brushed his hair from his face. She couldn't resist.
She leaned down and kissed him gently on the lips, and before she knew it, she was embraced in a firm hold and was being kissed more passionately. His tongue slipped into her mouth, exploring her corners and playing with her tongue as well. A small moan sounded off in her throat and she pulled away, absolutely alarmed.
"What's wrong?" Legolas asked, his arms reaching around her waist and pulling her into a hug.
"I- I can't," Shez whimpered, trying to hold her own. The tears of mixed pain and frustration filled her eyes.
Legolas pulled her into sitting on the bed without having to use much force. He used his thumb to take the tears from her cheeks and she sniffled; she was looking much like a little girl at that very moment.
"Yes, you can," Legolas breathed, drawing closer to her, his lips barely brushing against her's, his hands trying to find a weak spot on her.
This time, she did not object to his mouth forcing onto her's in a sort of passion filled sensual kiss, his soft lips unable to let her's go. She released only to let out a quavering moan of pleasure as he had found her weak spot. He grinned and took her mouth again, his tongue playing its tricks inside of her mouth, making her inner thighs burn with pleasure. Shez placed her hand right behind Legolas's head, his soft golden hair rushing through her fingers; their lips pressed together more profusely and provocatively than before. Their bodies began to become hot in their romance.
Legolas released her mouth and started to massage her throat with his lips, making sure his tongue sunk into the grooves in her neck. Shez tried not to show her immense pleasure; her gaze wandered to Hays, lying peacefully in his bed, his back turned towards them. Suddenly, a guilty nagging sounded off in her brain. It was hard to concentrate on Hays and her guilty feelings when Legolas was pressing his hands against her back, drawing her closer, making her legs spread subconsciously.
Hays . . . Shez hadn't noticed how handsome he really was.
She gasped as Legolas took off her dress, only revealing the blue slip which was underneath. He made sure his lips didn't leave her body, and she began to dig her nails into his back, causing scars of pleasure. She moaned again as Legolas was kissing down to her chest, and massaged her inner thigh, very close to her womanhood.
He wanted to see how good Shez really liked this. His lips trembled past her's, almost making her reach out. Her face was already flushing, his hand inching closer to her, and her small hips began to buck slightly with her sexual want.
Legolas stripped her of what little clothes she had on, and his thumb touching, brushing, exploring her womanhood. She cried out as silently as she could, well aware of Hays in the other bed over, only separated by the lace curtain around each others' beds. He parted her legs wide once more and repeatedly zoned in with his hand, feeling her wet spot and knowing that sinking his fingers in further would give her pleasure beyond reason.
He removed his hand from between her legs and it was covered in her feminine wetness. She grabbed his hand and licked it off his fingers herself, knowing that he was watching her. His eyes watched her lips and her eyes, which were bright and shining. Shez then abandoned his hand and work on his lips in a crushing kiss that he welcomed back.
She had only had time to release before he lied her flat on her back on the bed, her hair spreading about her and her chest heaving.
There was a shock of split-second pain and then her body was overcome with a shivering. Her heart beat and her moans were loud, unfortunately. Their hips bucked together and they swayed as though in the oceans depths.
He released her and lied back down next her, his breath heaving slightly and a grin was spread across his face. He hugged her, making her hug him back, and she gave a little smile to herself.
Legolas woke the next morning, completely alone, his clothes folded neatly on the corner of his bed. He looked over at Hays, who was no longer in bed but entangled in his sheets and lying on the floor. He grunted and rolled over, pulling the rest of the sheets down with him, his black hair spread about him.
Legolas blinked a few times and then drew his attention to his clothes with a small rose set on top. He put them on quickly and tapped past Hays, careful not to wake him up. He opened the door quietly walked swiftly out.
He could not find Shez throughout the castle whatsoever, and as soon as he was finished looking, he ran into Shion, who was going to visit Hays.
"Lady, have you seen the Princess for I would dearly love to speak to her," he said in almost a whisper.
"I'm sorry, your Highness, but she requested that no one disturb her. I need to wake Hays, for she needs to speak to him."
Legolas blinked. He knew an apology was needed. He had no idea what had come over him that night, and he had to tell her. But the news from Shion was no one disturb her but Hays . . . the wizard. He nodded and went outdoors, only to be greeted by the shining sun, its warm rays beating against his face.
Shion looked to see if he was coming back, and she rushed off to wake Hays. She opened the door, but he was already getting dressed, his face contorted with the thinking process.
"Where's Shez?" Hays asked, his voice sounding grave.
"In her room," Shion replied, pointing down the foyer.
Hays brushed Shion out of the way and he ran down foyer, he eyes darting for sign of anyone else. He tapped on the door. There was a sniffling.
"Who's there?" asked a small voice.
"Hays."
She quickly opened the door, took one good look at him, and flung herself into his arms, sobbing with shame.
"Oh, oh, oh! Hays! How could I've let this happen?" she cried, tears leaking from her eyes and on Hays's shirt.
He grabbed her by the shoulders and tipped her head upwards to look into her eyes.
"Let what happen?"
Shez grabbed him by the arm and pulled him down, whispering in his ear the night's events. Hays pulled away, absolutely surprised. Then he smiled, making her smile as well. He broke out into a wonderfully clear laughter, and Shez had to laugh too. He hugged her, his smile never fading, his face shining.
"Hays, what will my mother say?" Shez asked, still laughing.
"Congratulations! Congratulations, my dear girl. How adult you look, and how wonderfully mature," Hays said, wiping her tears away.
He kissed her happily on the lips and said no more, waving himself out of the room. But then Shez's smile faded and she touched her lips. Was it Hays she wanted to love, or Legolas, the wonderful Prince?
"Oh, mother, I'm so confused!" she screamed after she closed her door.
She cursed loudly in the language of Mordor. She sank to the ground, her hands covering her face in an emotional outburst.
"AHHHHH!!!!"
Queen Masia was on an rampage, raging to her husband why in the heavens they hadn't gotten their daughter back home.
"Masia, darling, the girl needs peace!" Hon said, trying to calm his wife down.
"I NEED HER BACK!!!"
"She's confused and sad. The loss of Boromir was a bit much for her. She needs time to think it over."
"Was it something I said to make her go?"
"Probably."
Masia turned around, her hair standing on end and black clouds forming around her head like a halo. She grew in height and became absolutely angered, her voice scrambled, her eyes black, and her dress flying. Hon waved his hand as if to hit her anger away.
"Masia, don't worry about it. She's getting old enough to handle herself," Hon said still completely calm. "No wonder why you're the Queen of Mordor."
She shrunk back to her normal size and her hair lied down again.
"I suppose you're right."
"Now, go to bed. You look like you were stampeded," Hon replied with a chuckle.
And with that Masia slapped him across the face.
Hays wrote down his every thought in his journal. He was a bit confused at the moment, and didn't know if he should write everything he was thinking down. He was thinking about Legolas. He certainly wasn't jealous of Shez, but he was a bit hurt, though he couldn't let it show. He had been watching Legolas run around Rivendell all day leaving no stone unturned until he found Shez. There was another thought that bothered him. How did Legolas know that he was a wizard?
Being a wizard was a complete secret, and had kept secret for thousands of years. Only his mother, his father and himself really knew. He wasn't sure about the King and Queen, but he had thought it probable that they did. He tapped his nose with his finger, thinking hard about the proposition. Then he reached for his pen to start to write again, but someone grabbed his hand.
Legolas.
"Have you seen Shez?" Legolas asked, still subconsciously squeezing Hays's hand.
"As a matter of fact, I have," Hays said, pulling his hand away, blushing furiously.
"Could you tell me where?" Legolas asked eagerly, grabbing Hays by the shoulders, their faces inches away.
"In her room," Hays said softly.
"I looked in her room about two hours ago. She wasn't there," Legolas replied, searching Hays's face with his eyes.
"Well, she is now," Hays replied, shifting uncomfortably.
Legolas didn't reply. He was still searching Hays's face to see any trace of a fib. He released his shoulders and rushed away, barely brushing past Hays.
Hays watched him disappear from sight and ran his hands through his hair, massaging his forehead with the palms of his hands.
Legolas found Shez in her room.
"Legolas!" she cried, running to him, but stopping.
"What's wrong, Shez? Please, I need to talk to you. Last night I . . . I didn't know what I was doing. But I love you. I have loved you ever since the first time we met. I always wanted to just . . . love you . . . it made me sad to see you go down with Boromir's family. Faramir loved you, too. I know he did. But you must believe me when I say that I would give anything for you! You make me," Legolas said, his eyes level with her's.
Shez kissed him. It was pleasurable because he felt her and his hands were so slender and searched her body. She released him and smiled playfully.
He had a heart, a big heart that was wonderfully respectable. It made Shez think of Hays in his overwhelming kindness and sincerity. It was hard to stay kind and live in a place like Mordor. She thought for a moment that maybe she was making a mistake, but then she thought of Boromir, and then she remembered how wonderful he was, but only deceived by powers too great for him to handle. Legolas was the kind ray of hope that made her happy and made her knew that even though Mordor was a cruel place for people to live in, it made her happy just to think . . . just to dream if it was . . .
A/N: Flames welcome.