Hey everyone, we have reached the point where I have to bump the rating up to Mature. There is mature content in this chapter, so here's the warning.

A/N: I own nothing.

***Chapter 13***

**Deirdre's POV**

I awoke to a shout coming from one of the hobbits. I assumed it was Pippin, because when I regained my senses he was sprawled out backwards staring at me shocked, his mouth hanging open.

"What?" I mumbled, still slightly off from just waking up.

"Yo-your eyes were o-open." He stammered out.

I frowned when he said this, of course my eyes were open now. I was awake, but did he mean I had slept with my eyes open?

"What do you mean?"

"You were asleep, but your eyes were open." He said shocked at this, by this point the other members of the fellowship were beginning to gather around.

My face maintained the frown as I looked at the other members. They looked shocked as they looked at me. All but Saffy, who seemed to understand what was happening. I think I was beginning to become more elvish every day. I had noticed that Legolas slept with his eyes open, I guess I was going to become an elf in the end.

"Pippin, what are you talking about?" Aragorn asked.

"Her eyes were open in her sleep. Like Legolas." He clarified.

Every male in the fellowship stared at me intently, trying to make me explain what was going on. Well, news flash, I was still figuring everything out myself. I began feeling really uncomfortable under the scrutiny of the fellowship, and quickly grabbed my bow and quiver and took off to the archery range.

Without looking back, I made my way through the forested path, and upon arrival at the archery range, I quickly began firing. My mind was turning over what the fellowship was thinking about me now. After a few arrows had been fired into the tree target, I heard the sound of footsteps coming up behind me. The person approaching me made no sound to alert me to their presence, merely walking up and patiently waiting by the side. I fired one more arrow into the tree and turned around to face the person waiting for me.

To my surprise, upon turning around I found myself facing Frodo. He looked hesitant to be here, though there was determination yet in his features to speak with me.

"Yeah?" I questioned.

"I was worried about you. You just took off." He replied.

I motioned with me head for us to move over and take a seat by the tree line. Which, once I began moving toward, Frodo did as well. We sat against a large tree, leaning back against it together.

"Sorry about taking off this morning. Just everyone was staring at me and I couldn't take it." I explained to him, my head going back and hitting the tree.

"Do you know why your eyes were open in your sleep?" Frodo asked me, curiosity in his voice.

"Not entirely sure, but I have a pretty good idea."

Frodo nodded his head in encouragement for me to continue.

"I think I may be changing into an elf of some kind. That is pretty much the only explanation that I can give."

"Why do you think that?" he questioned.

"Well, a couple nights ago I went to Galadriel's mirror." I said, then paused glancing over at Frodo's face. "In the mirror was images of me later in life and I was an elf."

Frodo nodded his head, thinking for a moment before looking up at me, as he was a little shorter than I when we both sat down.

"I looked into Galadriel's mirror as well." He said, his voice a mixture of fear and sadness.

"I know." I told him, causing shock to come across his face.

"You know?"

"Yeah, it's kind of complicated. But I pretty much know everything that is going to happen for a while." I explained, letting him know for the first time that I knew what was to come. Under Elrond's advice we hadn't told the fellowship directly that we knew the future. Only Gandalf really knew. Of course we had told the Fellowship that we were from another world, but it could have potentially turned out badly if everyone wanted to know what their fate would be. But I didn't think saying this little would hurt anything, besides it was only advised not to say anything.

"How do you know about things to come?"

"Well, Saffy and I don't exactly come from around here. When we came to Middle Earth we had knowledge of everything that was going to happen on this quest. Which is kind of one of the reasons that we both got to come along, considering that we aren't exactly perfect fighters."

"You knew that Gandalf would fall?" his voice came out horrified, he began to pull away from me.

"Yeah, I knew. But I also have faith that sometimes death isn't forever." I informed him, he didn't move back to sitting against me, but it was better than the shocked face and minor disgust that had been splayed across his face before.

"You think he will come back?"

"I think so, I don't really know how I am affecting the world or if I am at all. But there is a chance that he won't be gone forever."

Frodo nodded his head, and finally settled back against me, his head laying against my shoulder.

"I don't really know what I should do anymore." Frodo said sadly, there was little to no hope left in his voice. "I think Galadriel means for me to continue on to destroy the ring alone."

"She does." I state simply, looking down at Frodo once more there is a look of sadness on his face that he will be completing this quest alone. "But sometimes alone isn't as alone as we think that it is."
"What do you mean?" he asked.

"There are still people who you can trust, who belong with you. Don't be too hasty to throw away your closest friends." I told him, hoping that he would take my words to heart and trust Sam.

He nodded his head and rested against my shoulder once more. I moved my arm and wrapped it around his shoulders, tugging him into me. We sat like this for a time. I don't know what it was about Frodo, maybe that he was a hobbit and so small, but I couldn't help but treat him like a child. And right now, he was like a child who needed to be comforted. Maybe it was just my maternal instincts kicking in early. No matter what it was, Frodo was hurting from both the loss of Gandalf and the weight of the ring. After about 10 minutes of just sitting here in companionable silence, Legolas came into the practice field and found us.

"Hey." I said quietly to him, causing Frodo to look up at Legolas, I think he had fallen asleep sitting next to me, or was close to it.

"Hello." Legolas said almost as quietly.

"Do you want to take a seat and join us?" I asked.

He nodded his head and sat down on the other side of me, there wasn't really enough room for him to lean against the tree along with Frodo and I, but he seemed content just to be joining us.

"Are you alright?" Legolas asked me.

"Fine, just needed to get away." I answered softly.

He nodded his head and we fell into silence. I shifted a little, turning so that I was laying against Legolas more than the tree, with my head on his shoulder, and Frodo was laying against my chest. Then I shut my eyes and relaxed in the comfort of the body heat radiating into me.

I lost track of a good amount of time, not really focusing on anything and simply enjoying the peaceful time that we had left here in Lothlorien. The time before our worlds got upturned once again by the quest to destroy the ring. However, when I felt Frodo rising from his place lying against me, my eyes opened.

"What's up?" I asked, my voice picking up a slight hint of sleepiness.

"I'm going to head back to camp." Frodo explained, he leant back over and gave me a hug which I returned. "Thanks for the talk."

"Anytime."

As Frodo walked off, I leaned back against Legolas. Glancing up there was a questioning expression on his face.

"What?" I questioned.

"Why do you run off this morning?" he asked me, as he shifted so that now he was leaning against the tree, then he pulled me between his legs so that I laid back against his chest.

"Because everyone was staring at me." I replied, leaning against him and shutting my eyes.

"Well, we were rather confused as to what was going on." He reasoned, I could understand that, but I still wasn't the happiest with that.

"That doesn't mean that I should be ostracized as a freak for something weird happening." I replied, the agitation seeping into my voice.

In response to this, Legolas hushed me quietly and ran his fingers through my hair. I relaxed a little more into him as he did this.

"I know, melanim." He told me, trying to soothe my agitation, which he was succeeding in doing.

"You want to know what happened this morning." I stated my assumption. There was much less annoyance in my voice now but there remained a slight amount.

"Only if you want to tell me. I trust you." He said, bringing his face to nuzzle into my neck a little and place a few kisses there.

I sighed at his actions and my arms, which I had unknowingly crossed in my mood, fell from across my chest and rested on his legs. He continued this action for a while, occasionally eliciting a soft laugh or a squeak from me as he brushed the sensitive parts of my neck lightly.

Finally I decided that I should explain a little to him about what was going on with me. That I thought maybe I was becoming an elf of some kind, explaining about Galadriel's mirror but not about the elf in my dream. He nodded his head, we sat back and relaxed for a little while.

"I spoke with Lady Galadriel as well." He admitted, causing a look of confusion to cross my face.

"Oh?"

"I was somewhat worried about what I was feeling for you. She gave me some reassurances." He told me.

"What were you worried about?"

"That falling in love with you would be a bad idea." He explained in the most general way, he was afraid that I would die and he would fade.

"Ah." I said. "I wish I could give you a reassurance that I will live through the end of this quest, and that everything will be all right for us in the end. But in all good conscience I can't. Not when I am uncertain." I was rambling at this point.

"Hush, melanim." He said then he turned my head and brought his lips to mine.

I sighed into the kiss, and when it ended I relaxed against him once more. We continued sitting there for several minutes. Until I decided that I needed something productive, so I stood up from my position sitting against Legolas and immediately felt the cool air rush against my back where he had kept me warm. He frowned up at me as I turned back to face him.

"I figured I should do something productive, so I thought that I would practice with the bow again. You can join me if you like."

"Are you really that nervous about your aim?" he questioned.

"Yes, I want to be able to shoot as well as you one day."

He actually laughed at me when I said that. I understood that it wasn't going to happen, but it shouldn't be so far off that one day I would be able to shoot arrows close to what he could do. I put a false pout on my face at his response and turned my back to him, marching over to where I had left my arrows in the tree and removing them.

I was about halfway down taking all the arrows from the tree and placing them in my quiver when I felt arms go around my waist, and Legolas rested his chin on top of my head. Since he wasn't completely obstructing my arms, I continued to pull the arrows from the tree and replaced them in the quiver.

"I'm sorry if I upset you. But I have been shooting with my bow for over two thousand years. I do not believe that you can reach that skill level any time soon, especially not while we are on a quest that you won't be able to practice every day during."

"I could if you shot poorly on purpose." I told him as I turned around in his arms. "Or I can just be better than you at other things."

"I am sure that you are more skilled than I am in many ways." He said to placate me as he placed a kiss on my lips.

"Awesome." I said with a smile, then pulling away I collected the last arrow from the tree and walked from the tree with Legolas following. "Now that we have agreed on that, I'm going to practice."

Legolas chuckled a little and shook his head back and forth, clearly amused at my behavior. But he moved aside, and I shot my quiver of arrows into the tree as he stood by and watched. My aim was improving as most of the arrows struck their mark and all of them hit the tree, which I was exceedingly happy about, it meant that I didn't have to search through the underbrush to find them.

After I shot through my quiver of arrows and collected them from the tree, Legolas joined me in firing his arrows for practice.

"No." I told him, walking over and putting my hand on his bow. "You aren't allowed to practice anymore. You already have 2000 years on me. I'm not letting you get anymore."

Legolas laughed again and reassured me that he would stop practicing. He leaned against a tree and watched me fire the arrows. The rest of the day continued much like that, occasionally he would tease me about something or another and I would argue with him. Every dispute would be solved quickly with a kiss. By the time that the sun was setting, I had long since given up practicing and was sitting under a tree with Legolas.

"We should return to camp, huh?" I asked him.

"I am sure that the others are worried about you." He said.

I nodded my head and stood up, grabbing his hand and began marching back to camp, with Legolas in tow. When we came within a minute's walk of camp we once again dropped hands, as we had become accustomed to doing.

Upon arrival in camp, I was surprised to see Saffy sitting with the rest of the fellowship. Even more surprised when she stood up as soon as she saw me and grabbed my hand as soon as I had dropped my bow and quiver. She dragged me off into the woods and I didn't even have time to protest. We reached our 'girl talk' grove and she sat me down on a large rock. I looked up at her and there was a smile on her face.

"Best day ever." Saffy told me.

She then proceeded to go into details of her day with Nimiwen and all the sweet things that she did. How Saffy was worried about having to leave Lothlorien and wouldn't get to see Nimiwen for a while, if ever again. The conversation turned to my day after Saffy had significantly gushed about her fantastic day, I told her about my talk with Frodo and the time spent with Legolas. She then proceeded to tease me about coming back to the encampment with Legolas in the middle of the night, which I pretty much stuck my tongue out and ignored her teasing.

We returned to the camp after a time and sat back down with the fellowship and no one questioned me about what had happened that morning. I was pretty sure that either Frodo or Legolas had told them what was going on and that they should leave me alone. I was pretty much just going to let them think what they would and really didn't want to bother with it.

Again that night when the rest of the fellowship had fallen asleep, Legolas and I wandered off from the group into the trees for our nightly make-out session. After many heated kisses and Legolas once again cutting short our midnight tryst in the woods, we returned to the camp and fell asleep.

Days in Lothlorien followed this general pattern. I would practice with my bow throughout the day and wander down to the river to wade in the icy water, usually I was accompanied by either Legolas or Frodo. Saffy would return around nightfall and we would disappear into the forest to have our 'girl talk'. And every night, I would sneak off into the woods to spend time with Legolas. We had spent around a week in Lothlorien before it was decided that we were going to be heading out in two days' time.

On the evening that we found out we would soon be leaving Lothlorien, Legolas and I decided that it would probably be best that we tell the fellowship that we were courting, I can't believe that I was actually using that terminology.

"So, ummmm. Legolas and I have something to tell you." I said aloud, hoping that telling them would be like ripping off a band-aid, best when done quickly.

There was a questioning look from everyone in the fellowship, well minus Legolas, Saffy and I.

"Deirdre and I are courting." Legolas announced for me, making a slight rush of air leave my lungs.

A moment of silence. Until Pippin and Merry started making jokes about the marks that had been on Legolas' neck, I had never been so grateful that elves healed faster than humans since the hickey's had disappeared rather quickly. Boromir actually choked a little on his food, causing me to crack up. Aragorn looked completely unfazed, as though he expected this. And Gimli, well he looked as though he really didn't care. Both Sam and Frodo remained rather silent, Sam was still cooking as the hobbits, mainly Merry and Pippin, were almost never full. And Frodo was quiet as he ate his dinner.

After a few minutes of the teasing I decided that I was through with the teasing and wanted to change the subject. So I did what I did best, threw Saffy under the bus with teasing.

"So, Saffy? When are you going to bring your girlfriend to meet us?" I questioned, which then drew the attention of Merry and Pippin to messing with her as well.

"Do I really have to?" she asked me.

"Yes you do. There are no parents here, someone has to approve the people you date." I informed her.

To which Saffy groaned and face-palmed. She was going to be incredibly irritated with me if I kept mothering her. But there was nothing wrong with a little bit of harmless teasing, well relatively harmless.

"Don't worry, darlin'. I'm sure that she will pass with flying colors." I reassured her.

The rest of the night passed rather uneventfully, the teasing of Merry and Pippin began dying down. When the fellowship had fallen asleep, Legolas came over to me and I got up. We walked back out to our glade in the forest.

Legolas pushed me roughly against one of the trees. He had learned rather early on that I had liked it when he did rougher actions. When he alternated between biting and kissing my neck for instance, I was completely in love with him. He managed the perfect combination of harsh and gentle. His lips descended upon mine, and he pressed me firmly against the tree, his body flush with mine. I moaned at the contact.

My hands flew up and into his hair, brushing against the sensitive tips of his ear. His body shuddered a little when I did this. After that first time of accidently brushing his pointed ears, I had learned just how much of an erogenous zone they were. Even my points were incredibly sensitive, which Legolas had no qualms about using. Every night he would heighten my senses to a painful point, only to pull away leaving me trembling with desire against the tree. Each night he stopped me from going any further than he believed was allowable. All in all, I was going insane.

Tonight however, I wasn't planning on letting him leave me in such a tense state. As he heatedly kissed me, his hands traversed my torso. Dancing along the plains of my stomach, his fingers finally brushed against my hardening nipples through the thin lacy material of my nightgown. A moan issued out of my throat, making Legolas more confident in his movements. His fingers moved to the small lacing at the top of my nightgown, quickly unlacing the strings. With the slight top section of my nightgown undone, he moved his hands inside my nightgown, grasping my breasts.

I gasped, which turned into a moan as he squeezed my breasts. His calloused fingers brushed across my nipples, making an incredible sensation. A sigh escaped my mouth and entered his. When his lips finally released mine, I took a deep breath, which was cut off as he tweaked my nipples. My head lolled back and hit the tree behind me, mind overruled by the pleasure.

His head dipped down and began leaving marks along my neck, bites intermixed with kisses. Moans and sighs echoed from my mouth, I was silently praying that he wouldn't stop now. I didn't think that I could stand to be left unsatisfied once more tonight. My hands left his hair and traveled down his chest as he continued to massage my breasts with his hands. Reaching the bottom of his undershirt, which he slept in, my hands slipped under the material. I could feel the hard plains of his stomach. He was incredibly well built. Not scarily over-muscled like some guys were, but he had a compact muscular form. I grabbed the bottom of his shirt and pulled it up. He had to remove his hands from me as I pulled the shirt up over his head. Dropping it unceremoniously to the ground, I eyed his muscled chest.

The word that I could use to describe him was clear in my mind. He was incredibly yummy. With that thought racing through my head I leaned forward and ran my hands over his chest. Finally, I had moved forward enough that the entirety of his scent filled my nose. My lips pressed to his chest, moving up to his collarbone, placing openmouthed kisses. It was his turn to moan, his head going back a little. I moved my arms around to his back, raking my nails down his back. He gasped, which then turned into a moan.

He must have had enough as he shoved me back against the tree, the rough bark biting at my skin through the nightgown. He pressed into me, and I could feel how hard he was against me. His lips descended down, starting at my neck and began working downward. He moved across my chest and down toward my breast, his other hand grasping the other breast and kneading the flesh. My head went back and hit the tree, a moan leaving my throat. I raked my nails across his chest, eliciting a moan from him. Finally, his mouth captured my nipple, biting down gently.

"Legolas" I sighed out, delighting in the way he touched me.

With his other hand he rolled my nipple between his fingers, and every movement he made caused a sound to escape my mouth. Acting purely on instinct, my hands traveled back down his chest, over his stomach. I found the lacing of his leggings, quickly I unfastened them. As soon as I finished with the ties, my hands slipped inside. I grabbed his hardened cock, he groaned at the feel. My thumb ran over his head and his mouth left my breast. His head resting on my now bare shoulder, as the strap of my nightgown had fallen exposing more of my flesh to the open air.

My hands began to work him, and with every movement he made another sinful noise. I loved the sounds that I was causing him to make. A tiny part of me wanted to do more to him, slowly as I pumped him that part of me grew. With one hand I worked his shaft, and with the other I began pulling his leggings down, successfully freeing him from the constrictive clothing. His head moved from my shoulder, looking at me. A deviant smile crossed my lips.

Slowly I began moving down, lowering myself to my knees before him. I was at the perfect height, I moved my head forward and took him into my mouth. I began moving my head up and down on him, slowly taking more of him in with each movement, and when I reached his tip my tongue swirling around him quickly and was followed by my descent back down on him. I couldn't get all of him in my mouth, considering that I was really new to this and he was really large and kept growing. So the part of him that wouldn't fit in my mouth, I pumped with my hand.

His hands moved down and intertwined in my hair, he unknowingly brushed the points of my ears. A moan erupted from my mouth, causing one of his own to follow swiftly, as I continued to suck him, loving the taste of his flesh in my mouth. He began mumbling words that I didn't understand, words from the various elvish languages crossing his lips as he grew nearer and nearer to climax. Finally a word that I could understand left his mouth, he said my name. If it wasn't for the fact that I had so much of him in my mouth I would have smiled, but as it was my mouth was suitably full. So instead I continued working him with my mouth.

"Oh, Valar." He muttered, followed quickly by another "Deirdre".

His body tensed for a moment as he grew incredibly close. He moaned my name once more, before his hot seed flowed into my mouth. I had managed to get him far enough into my mouth and down into my throat enough that the seed for the most part shot straight down my throat. But part of it stayed on my tongue, tasting sweet. Finally, I pulled him from my mouth, licking the tip of his cock once more before I rose from my knees in front of him.

He was breathing heavily as he stood there, staring at me. His hand was against the tree, bracing him so that he wouldn't fall. His mouth hung open as the breath went rapidly in and out of his mouth. I smiled devilishly up at him, leaning back against the tree.

After a moment or so, he leaned back down and kissed me softly. Not the usual passionate kiss that we normally shared at night when we were hidden away from the rest of the fellowship, it was soft and sweet and tentative.

"We should go back." I told him once he had pulled away.

He nodded his head, I wasn't entirely sure he was able to talk right now. I reached down and pulled his leggings back up from their place on his mid-thighs and laced them slowly, my hands brushing against his cock as I did so. That being done, I bent back down, hearing Legolas gasp at my movement. I grabbed his shirt from the ground. Obviously he had been thinking that maybe I was going to give him another blowjob, even though I just retied his pants. I put his shirt in his hands, my own hands moving to retie the lacing on the top of my nightgown. My ample bust was placed back into my top and my nipples still could be seen through the thin material.

He had managed to put his shirt back on, which I was a little disappointed in, I liked to see him shirtless. But it was necessary that he put it back on for when we headed back to the camp. I grabbed his hand and began dragging him back through the trees. When he started to follow and walk on his own, I moved my arms so that I was wrapped around his waist. His arm instantly went around my shoulders as we walked.

When we had reached the edge of the camp, I paused for a moment and Legolas paused with me. I stood up on my tip toes and brushed my lips softly against his. Then dropped back down and smiled up at him.

"Good night, Legolas." I whispered, making sure to be quiet.

"Quel dome, melanim." He replied, then we both headed over toward our bedrolls. Good night, my love.

As I laid down I yawned contentedly and snuggled up next to Saffy. After a few moments, sleep claimed me.

***End Chapter 13***

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