The Traveler
Disclaimer: All belongs to Tolkien except for my character Roslyn – she is my own creation and is not meant to resemble anyone else's OC in any way.
A/N: Rated M! Crossing my fingers for no problems this time...
Chapter 8: Behind Closed Eyes
Roslyn stood there, trying to calm down her erratic heart. She didn't know if he wanted her to follow him or not, but she didn't really have much of a choice. After another moment, she warily made her way out to his bedroom on slightly shaky legs. He stood with his back to her, tying up the laces on his casual black leggings, his torso still bare. He heard her behind him and turned to face her.
"I believe this is what you were looking for?"
He pulled open a drawer from his desk and reached his hand out to her. She stared at the little book he was holding.
"Y-yes. Thank you," she stuttered.
Their eyes connected and she felt her stomach flip again. Her gaze fell to his full lips, slightly parted. She wanted him so badly. He broke their eye contact and turned away from her, reaching for his dark green tunic. She watched as he swallowed hard as he pulled it on over his head.
He wants me to. He won't admit it, but he does. I just know it.
"It is getting late," he told her softly.
"Yes," she breathed out, "I should go. Thank you for the book."
He inclined his head at her, "I trust I will see you at breakfast?"
She felt the butterflies again at the way he was looking at her.
She licked her lips, "Yes, you will."
Thranduil breathed deeply as he watched her retreating back. He didn't know what had come over him, but standing there so close to her, breathing in her scent and her arousal, he felt himself getting turned on. If that servant had not shown up when he did, he did not know what would have happened.
He shook his head, trying to adjust himself in his trousers. He hoped she had not noticed the bulge that he'd tried to cover up. He was not ready for her to see the effects she had on him. He felt confused and irritated with himself.
I should not want her like this. I am a great Elven king! And she…she is nothing but a silly mortal woman.
He paced his room, trying to make his erection go away.
My mortal woman.
He stopped midstride.
Where the hell had that come from?! She is not mine. This is not right, I shouldn't feel this way about her. Maybe it is just a strange obsession that will pass…once she's gone…
His heart gave a little jolt at the thought that she would be leaving much too soon. He sat at the edge of his bed and put his head in his hands. It had all started as just innocent fun and now… now he didn't know what to do with himself. He felt himself grow even harder when he thought back to what had transpired between them in his bathroom only moments before.
Well I suppose there's really only one thing to do about it now.
He pushed himself up on the bed and fell back against his pillows. His hands reached down and loosened the strings of his leggings.
…
Roslyn made her way back to her room as fast as she could. She slammed the door shut behind her, pressing her back against it.
I can't. I can't handle this anymore!
She pulled off her dress, followed by her panties. She stood in nothing but her black chemise. Crawling onto her bed, she reclined against the pillows and imagined steel gray eyes staring down at her.
…
He reached for himself and sighed as he came free of the restraining fabric. He closed his eyes, imaging it was Roslyn running her fingers up and down his length. He thought of her pink lips. About what it would feel like to have them around him, working up and down. His mouth fell open and he grunted at the image.
…
Roslyn ghosted her fingers up and down the outsides of her thighs, pulling her chemise up a bit as she went. Her fingers played with her breasts as she imagined what it would be like to feel his calloused fingers on her body. Her fingers ran down her stomach before they reached that sensitive spot between her thighs.
"Ahhh," she sighed out at the sensation.
…
His hand worked furiously now, up and down, twisting, rubbing. He could see her there, practically feel her tongue licking his tip. Then swirling around his shaft. But that wasn't what he wanted most. He squeezed his eyes shut even harder.
Imagining pulling her up so she sat astride him. He longed to know what it would be like to finally bury himself inside of her. She was on top of him now, riding him. His hands squeezed her hips as they rocked together.
He could feel himself getting close.
…
Roslyn continue to play with herself, running her fingers up and down along her slick folds. She tried to think about what it would feel like if these were Thranduil's fingers. She closed her eyes and pictured him right there beside her. She could still feel his lips on her ear and she shuddered.
She pictured him kissing her slowly and deeply as he settled in between her legs. Roslyn whimpered as she imagined what it would feel like to have him push inside of her, finally filling her.
Her fingers slipped inside and began to pump in and out as the heel of her hand dug into her clit. Behind her eyelids she could see him on top of her, torturing her slowly.
She felt her orgasm begin to build.
…
His hips bucked up without his control. She was so beautiful above him, small hands pressing into his chest. Harder and harder. He was so close, so very close. And in an incredible explosion, he felt himself finally reach his release. He threw his head back, eyes still shut tight and mouth open.
"R-Roslyn," he managed to breath out.
…
She was so close. Her hips pressed up as she used both hands now, trying to add to the friction and pressure she needed. She pictured him thrusting into her, hard. She imagined what his face would look like, and that was all the push she needed. Roslyn came with a blinding burst of fireworks behind her closed lids.
She threw her head back and cried out, "Thranduil!"
…
They both lay there in their separate beds, breathing hard. Long moments passed as they thought about each other. Thranduil finally found the strength to get up and clean himself off. His stomach was beginning to protest his lack of dinner. In the other room, Roslyn sighed contentedly before rolling over and falling fast asleep, dreaming of calloused fingers and piercing gray eyes.
…
They sat there awkwardly at breakfast, both lost in their own thoughts.
"Did you enjoy the rest of your night?"
Roslyn nearly choked on her food as glanced up at Thranduil with wide eyes.
Does he know what I did?!
His brow furrowed at her reaction as his eyes examined her, watching a blush slowly creep up her neck.
"Um, it was fine!" She said quickly.
"Nothing too eventful, just went to bed really. And you?"
He blinked a few times, not expecting to be asked the same question. His stomach flipped once as snippets of the previous night flashed before his eyes.
He cleared his throat, "Yes, about the same. Nothing to report."
She stared at him, not knowing what to make of his strange behavior. This was the first time she had seen Thranduil flustered, if you could even call it that.
"I have a very busy day today, so I'm afraid I won't have time for our usual discussion," he told her.
Her face fell.
"Oh. Well that's ok, I guess I have my book to read now!"
She suddenly flushed even more at the thought of how she came by the book. She saw the corner of his mouth curl up.
"Yes, I suppose you do," he all but purred at her.
…
It was three days before the feast and Roslyn stood there in nothing but a cream negligee, gazing in awe at the stunning dress.
"Here, let me help you into it," said the seamstress.
The material was a near black and shimmered as if hundreds of diamond and gems were sewn into the layers of fabric. The dress flowed out beautifully from the cinched waist forming a small train. The entire back was open, covered only by some intricate embroidery that reached from her waist up to her shoulders, forming a low scoop neckline.
"Are you sure this is appropriate?" She asked with uncertainty.
The seamstress laughed, "Yes, this was requested by King Thranduil himself."
Roslyn stared at the elleth in complete disbelief.
"He requested this?"
The elleth smiled at her, "Well maybe not exactly this. But he described the colors and said he wanted something to really make you shine. So we thought the jewels were only appropriate."
Roslyn was speechless. She fingered the fabric and then took a closer look. It was indeed encrusted with gems so fine that she nearly needed a magnifier to see them. But the effect was magnificent, leaving the fabric soft and easy to move in.
"That should do it. Take care of the pins as you get out," she told her.
"I will have this ready for you by the morning of the feast," the elleth said as she walked out the door.
Roslyn dressed after she left, thinking about the past few days. She walked out of her room and wandered the halls aimlessly. Her stomach filled with butterflies as she thought of Thranduil. Things had been so awkward between them lately. She didn't know if he felt it too but the sexual tension was just getting uncomfortable. It was building and coalescing and heading towards some sort of breaking point. She was starting to feel like she might explode if she did not have him soon.
She rolled her eyes at herself.
You are being completely ridiculous. Like some horny teenager!
Without notice, something came flying around the corner and smacked right into her. She let out a cry of surprise as she stumbled back. Thranduil reached out and caught her around the waist, pulling her close to keep her from falling. They stood there for a moment, pressed chest to chest. He suddenly stepped away, letting go of her.
"Forgive me, I was being careless."
"I-it's fine," she stumbled over her own words.
"You seem to be in a hurry somewhere."
Thranduil frowned and looked at her for a moment.
"Come, walk with me."
He swept down the hallway at the same fast pace, Roslyn practically running to keep up with him.
"There was another orc attack on the border. The patrol stopped it, of course, but someone was injured. I was on my way to the Healing Halls to check on her."
Roslyn looked at him, a small bubble of fear starting to unfurl in her stomach.
"Her?"
Thranduil glanced at her sideways.
"Tauriel."
A/N: Hope you all liked this chapter! Please take a moment to review as feedback is always appreciated!
