This chapter is another reason, a very GOOD reason, that this fanfiction is rated M. You have been warned.

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"What…" Legolas began, seeing Aragorn and I on the floor. Of course, he may have thought we were doing something quite unlike us to do, and that thought probably did flash through his mind for at least a second, until he caught sight of the paper on the floor in front of us. His confused, innocent look transformed into a look of embarrassment and rage. "GET OUT!" Legolas yelled. Aragorn stood up quickly, pulling me up with him and walking fast to the door and out of it. I followed suit, but Legolas stood in front of the door and blocked my exit.

"Legolas, I--"

"You," he breathed. I could only imagine all the curses running through his head at this moment. I looked up at him apologetically. Eru, he must be so humiliated, I thought. "Do not ever come near me again," Legolas threatened. My eyes searched his helplessly, but I could tell that he had just constructed a rather sturdy wall around his heart and his head, and the pleading look I was giving him did no good. "And please refrain from looking at me like that, Tialyn," Legolas said before moving out of my way and allowing me to leave the room. The door slammed angrily behind me. I stood looking at it for a moment before sighing and turning to leave the hallway. I saw Aragorn standing there with his arms crossed, a reproachful look on his face. I gulped.

"Aragorn, don't," I begged, brushing past him and walking gloomily down the hallway. Why was what Legolas wrote getting to me? Why did it make my heart flutter slightly and why in Middle-earth was I so upset with myself for probing?

I made my way down the hallway, numb to anything around me. Well, that is, until a familiar face appeared in front of me.

"Tialyn," Lafathnin said quietly. "Are you alright?" Why was everyone so prone to asking me if I was alright?

"Fine," I replied.

"I was wondering if you had anyone in particular to dine with this evening." I looked up at him and saw sincerity in his eyes, and the Legolas ordeal faded from thought.

"I…well, no, I mean, I will probably sit with Aragorn," I stuttered.

"Do you mind if I join you?" Did I mind?

"Yes! I mean no, no – I mean, join us," I finally managed. "That would be nice." Lafathnin smiled one of those gorgeous smiles and bowed.

"Then I will see you this evening," he said before taking his leave. I stood, breathless and bewildered at the end of the hallway.

"I saw that," Aragorn said, walking up to me. "Let's go." I followed him down the stairs and to my room. Aragorn left after a while, and I got dressed. Now I really had no nice dresses left, and I instead put on the red one and hoped I did not look as bad as I had felt earlier. Perhaps the dress would further attract Lafathnin, which was, of course, my goal.

That night, Aragorn, Lafathnin, and I sat together at the long table that had been placed in the room the party had been held in the night before. Many Elves were present, and from my seat near the middle, I could see Legolas and his father sitting at the head of either end of the table. Lafathnin had been completely taken aback by my dress, and was pleasantly flirting with me as dinner was served. I watched Legolas smolder silently out of the corner of my eye. I could tell he was trying not to notice.

"So, my lady, what are your plans after dinner?" Lafathnin asked smoothly, his green eyes caressing my body. I grinned.

"Well, I plan to find a beautiful Elf to sweep me off my feet," I said. Cheek.

"I may be able to help you with that," he replied deviously. The rest of dinner went on like this, and after dinner, Aragorn and Legolas left to frolic together in the woods, or that is what I like to imagine for them anyway. Aragorn had said something about scouting, but I had been too busy flirting to listen.

Lafathnin was not the comical, sarcastic type. He was charming and persuasive, and in no time we were huddled together in a corner on the third floor, a floor I had not yet discovered. We were both very intoxicated at this point. His lips were pressed against mine and one of my straps had fallen off my shoulder. His hands had been enjoyably searching my body, and now one rested over my breast while the other kept moving a little lower. His kisses were lustful and sent me reeling. I could almost not feel myself think. I could only feel him, and I was delighted to find my hand drift to a nice bulge under his clothes. By now I had lost track of all time and place, and I was moaning with pleasure, pressed against the wall of an empty third floor. Well, of course, we had thought it was empty, but before we realized otherwise, I was getting quite a nice feeling about tonight. Finally, after so long, I would be experiencing what I had waited for. Now, this was of course not my first time to be intimate with someone. There had been Elves before, and even—and I almost hate admitting this—Aragorn, once, before we realized our friendship was too valuable. Now that had been one fuck of a night. But this Elf had to be the most gorgeous Elf I would ever be with, and I knew I could not possibly pass this up. Besides, his strong, archer hands were all over my body and his kisses were juicy and passionate. Damn, I could get used to this. Or I could have.

I heard footsteps coming closer to us, and I tried to push Lafathnin off. "Someone is coming," I whispered almost inaudibly, pulling my strap back up on my shoulder.

"It was more exciting with it off the shoulder," Lafathnin whispered back, slipping it off my shoulder again before placing a fervent kiss on the place where the strap had been. His wandering hand had feverishly begun untying the sides of my dress, and his hand had slipped into one side and was now caressing my hip ardently. "Who cares if someone sees?" he asked, pulling one leg of mine up and around his torso and pressing me up higher against the wall so his hand could gain leverage. I could not object as I felt one finger enter me, and my breath caught in my throat. There would be no protesting from me.

As I felt myself begin to move up and down against his hand, which had now increased to three fingers, I saw a shadow loom toward us. I closed my eyes and bit my lip hard to stop myself from whimpering. When I opened them, I nearly screamed – not out of pleasure, but out of horror at who stood there, looking at us. Damn.