Bound by the Forest
Chapter 7
*** Note the rating change. This story is now M for sexual content.
After Gandalf departed, the girl sank into the crisp pool. She let the water saturate her dress, the heavy fabric pulling her down, down, down to the bottom of the lake until she reached the sandy floor. She saw her hair fan out around her, then closed her eyes to keep the cold water from reaching them. She exhaled the air that she held in her lungs into the water, and all was still.
She replayed what the wizard had said: How else to break a spell but with a word?
The girl wished she could tell Legolas what she knew, but she could not. It was up to him to discover it... or maybe she was wrong. Maybe he was not the one to free her.
The water around her shifted, moving the girl softly across the lake floor. She opened her eyes and looked up, swimming to the surface. Her aching lungs welcomed the air that she did not realize was missing. She felt she could have stayed down there forever, the pain in her human body lost in the water around her.
"Legolas?"
The elf stared at the girl, surprised at her appearance. He had not known that she was so near to him. He should have. The dual nature of his clouded senses. When they were weakened he should know she was around, but when they were, he did not realize it.
"I'm sorry," he said, but was not sure what he was apologizing for. Was it for disturbing her once again during such a private moment? Or was it more? She swam up to him, and he adverted his eyes after noticing how her sheer dress clung to her body. She was confused at his embarrassment. She did not know to be ashamed at their nakedness.
"Are you upset?" the elf asked. She said nothing. "We will find a way. We will -"
"Please, must we speak of this now?"
"We must. I am leaving soon."
"The wizard can not help. It is done!" the girl lamented. "It is done." She turned from the elf and gently hugged herself, clutching her arms and kneading the strange goosebumped flesh in her palms.
"No!" Legolas yelled. His booming voice almost scared himself as it echoed through the forest. "No," he repeated quieter. "A too hasty prophet has read us our fate and you are ready to accept it! Fight against it!"
She shook her head. "I can't," she whispered, so low that Legolas could barely hear her. "It will rip me apart."
"As you are doing to me now," Legolas said firmly. The water splashed as he came up behind her and placed his hands on her shoulders. When he buried his face in her wet hair, he smelled soft earth and grass right after a rain, reminding him of his home.
"Do not give the universe such an easy victory," he whispered.
"It has already won. I feel I am not longer a part of it."
Legolas turned the girl around to face him. He placed his water-wrinkled fingers on the soft flesh of her cheeks. "That is because your body is a universe of its own," he told her. "I see the stars in your eyes. The sun rises in your smile." The elf ran his thumb softly across her mouth. "You lips are petals." He let his hands wander down until he reached her hips. "Your body is made up of hills and valleys. And... when I was inside of you... I felt the ocean at my fingertips."
Legolas kissed the tree spirit tenderly with his own petal lips. He lifted the water laden dress over her head so she was as naked as himself. The elf's hands were back on the girl before the garment landed with a wet smack on the dirt bank. He kneaded her flesh in his palms and she moaned at the contact, wrapping her legs around him.
The elf's lips left hers as he made his way to her throat, a trail of kisses in his wake. The girl shut her eyes tight, reveling in the way he made her body burn despite the cold water around them. Her hand left his pale shoulder and drifted down until she grasped him in her hand. He groaned into her neck as she stroked him and she smoothly led him into herself.
The pain was exquisite as he buried himself inside of her. Legolas steadied her with his hands on her bum, sliding out then entering her again and again. She was warm and tight around him, a very pleasant departure from the chilly water. He kissed her again, silencing her cries of pleasure from the prying ears of the forest. The girl clutched at his soaking silver hair as they finished, whimpering at the delicious feeling of him releasing inside of her.