Disclosure: This chapter has sexual content.
Chapter 7
Images of Haldir flicked through my mind. I still did not feel anything.
"The knives are just an extension of your arm. You do not dance with them like you do with your spear." Haldir grasped my hands and showed me how to hold the knives.
"I believe I prefer my spear." I awkwardly cut at the stuffed dummy. I did not feel comfortable with them yet.
"You are staying here for a reason, Rávawendë! You want to learn to fight like a Woodland elf!"
I spent years in Lothlórien, learning from the masters. It was only one hundred years before the war when I returned to Lindon. The once beautiful lands of Middle-Earth were desecrated and crawling with orcs.
Legolas slipped into my room, waking me from my quiet, open-eyed slumber. The grime of battle still covered his skin. I had long ago cleansed myself of the blood and dirt and changed into a clean nightgown. Legolas cleaned up the bodies of elves as I did so. Few buildings were left unscathed; but as the only female warrior in hundreds of men, I had been given the special treatment of having a room – to maintain decency, of course.
"We are leaving for Isengard in the morning," he announced.
"Is that what you came for, to tell me that we will depart in the morning?" I slipped from the silk sheets and stepped towards him.
"No," he exhaled. His eyes stayed on my face.
I offered him my hand. He gently touched his fingers to my palm. "I'm dirty."
"I don't mind."
He fell into me. His lips gently pressed against mine. I undid his armor and threw it to the side as his hands wrapped around my waist. "Rhava," he whispered against my lips passionately.
"Rávawendë, call me Rávawendë."
"Rávawendë," he whispered.
I moaned in response. He gently pushed me down on the bed. I ignored my sore muscles, bruises, and wounds and concentrated on him. He stood over me and pushed my legs apart. His hands immediately began to untie his trousers as if he were just going to complete a task.
I stopped his hands. "Feel me," I whispered. His face flushed red to the tip of his ears. "Just do what feels natural. We'll get there." He nodded uneasily. "Come here."
He gently lowered himself on top of me. I hooked my legs over his hips and pulled him closer. He uncertainly moved his pelvis against me. I moaned and caught his lips. He grinded against me harder, earning a groan out of his own throat as he grew hard. I slid my fingers up his shirt and felt his warm skin.
Legolas grabbed my waist and flipped me over suddenly. I gasped and grinned at him. A white, crooked smile broke out on his face. I buried a hand in his frizzed hair and rotated my hips on his groin. He bit his full bottom lip and blushed to the point of his ears.
He lifted up my dress and reached a hand between my legs. His thumb pressed up against me, I gasped loudly and grasped for support on his chest. Legolas gasped and groaned suddenly. I flipped off him. "What happened?"
His face was white. "Nothing, I'm fine," he whispered painfully. He rolled on top of me with a flinch and kissed me tenderly.
"Legolas, no." I gently pushed him onto his back and undid his shirt. A dark purple bruise covered his right side. "You broke a rib."
"Nothing can be done for it." He groaned lowly as I touched it.
"Take your clothes off." I commanded as I grabbed a wet rag and a comb. I gasped when I caught sight of his bare skin. The once creamy white was covered in dark purple bruises on his waist, stomach, collarbone, and chest.
"Oh, Legolas,"
"I'm fine." He smiled sadly and fell back with a groan. He rolled over on his left side, exposing even more bruises on his back. "I heal quickly."
"Melamin," I sighed inaudibly.
I brushed through his hair, undoing the frayed braids and smoothing it out to its formerly silky state. I then pushed him back on his back and wiped the dirt from his face. He watched me dreamily through his thick lashes. I kissed his soft lips when I finished.
I slid off his boots. "Are you wearing anything under your trousers?" I asked, feeling the material. It was still wet from the heavy rain.
He shook his head.
"Then you'll be sleeping nude tonight." His eyes nearly popped out of his skull as I undid the laces and slid the wet fabric off his thighs. He kept his modesty by covering himself with the blankets.
I threw them to the side and climbed into bed next to him. I rested on his left and laid a hand on his chest, careful to avoid his right side. He kept an arm under my waist and held me close to him. "Sleep," he whispered.
"You need to sleep too," I mumbled as I drifted off.
"I will," he lied.
