A/N: I'd like to apologize for it taking so long. There are some days when I'm on Ouran, some Fullmetal, and some where I'm on Lord of the Rings. Also, fanfiction was messing up on me for a bit. Forgive me for my random cycles. This chapter is brought to you with much pleasure. Also, put up some drawings of Leg and Kags on deviantart under Chika1345. ^_^ I like trying to illustrate characters. Special thanks to the glorious Purduepup for helping me figure out how to put up my chapters. If anyone else is having trouble with fanfiction don't hesitate to ask and I'll help.
Warning: There's some lime in here. In the next chapter there will be... lemon for all.
Disclaimer: I don't own Inuyasha or Lord of the Rings.
The trolls were grappling with her, she could smell their sweat and the stench of them with her nostrils flared out. Rage was swamping through her, fueling her on as she slashed at their harsh skin with her razor sharp claws cutting into them as easily as butter. Demon nails were much sharper than any form of diamond or stone. And just as the inner part of Kagome feared it would be the end as they both tried to squeeze her to death, Legolas's arrows feeling like simple stones being tossed at them, the sun rose up and she was caught in the frozen grip of the trolls who'd stiffened, their fleshy skin quickly glossing over as they turned into hard stone statues under the light of the sunrise. The beast snarled and pulled itself out of the statues. The half demon made quick work of pushing those giant stones until they fell and shattered into a million pieces upon the ground. She growled for good measure and kicked dirt on them like an alpha canine would do when declaring its territory and making a stand.
Legolas watched, a little fearful of how to bring Kagome back to a normal state. Legolas cautiously stepped out of the trees, a snap on a twig making the beast tilt its head and turn crimson eyes upon him. The elf froze where he was watching as 'Kinta' prowled towards him, his nostril flaring as he scented him, walking around Legolas like a hawk does circling its meat, until finally the half demon came up to hover behind Legolas and promptly buried its nose in the crook of his neck sniffing heavily the recognizable scent. Legolas felt his body freeze up at the action, but he raised a hand to touch that mussy head of hair that was stiffer than the soft locks he was used to playing with. "Kagome," he whispered quietly making the beast within her nod its head with acknowledgement. She may have been a monster at the moment, but she was still in there trying to break through the glass to come back out. It felt so odd to be imprisoned in your body and have no control over your actions, like you were being held under water and fighting to break the surface.
Kagome was scared shitless inside, she didn't know what to do, all she knew was there was an instinct inside of her that was instructing her to calm down. Legolas turned around and wrapped his arms around her awkwardly. She may have been bigger than him in this form, but she was still his. He held onto her as she slowly inhaled and exhaled with her thin nose trailing along his neck. Her heartbeat was slowing back down to match his own. Legolas went so far as to hum a little song in Sindarian, and true to the old saying, the music began to soothe the savage within her. Legolas watched as her body shook with little tremors, a painful yelp issued from her mouth as the nails shrank back as well as her fangs. It wasn't the most pleasant of feelings to have your nails sliding back under your skin. She wondered how demons and half demons did it without restraint or any reaction to the jolt of pain. The red eyes diluted until they were Kinta's normal hue, and Kagome looked up at him with an apologetic expression. "Sorry," she murmured quietly. She looked haggard in her male body, but they had to keep going. The fate of his people rested on them now and the only one who could get them there fast enough was Kagome.
"So you're stuck in this body as a distraction," surmised Kohakku curling one of Kinta's short black strands of hair around his finger only to have his younger brother swat at his hand with a face of aggravation.
After having spent years by Sesshomaru's side Haldir knew about the animosity between these two brothers. It was a vein that ran deep. There was no surprise that they were gritting their teeth to be cordial to each other. "Pretty much," spoke Kinta stretching out his long legs. They may not have tired so easy, but those legs sure weren't strong enough to run for a week straight like Kinta was used to. He was ready to get back in his normal form as soon as possible. The things I do for a woman. And she isn't even mine, he thought bitterly.
They were in the confines of a very large cave. They could take off their items now that things were explained and others were outside guarding the cave along the woods. It was only the four in there for the privacy of this conversation. Hadir snapped his belt off relaxing instantly in his own body. "Amazing," commented Faramir. Kohakku pointedly waited for his own brother to change and, when Kinta didn't, he raised a brow. Kinta looked off blushing. "I can't reach it under this armor. And no, before you even ask I'm not showing you what contraption they've got on me. By the way you guys need to actually do something," he jibbed and threw off the conversation from his brother asking what it was that he wore. Kinta turned eyes upon Faramir. "A battle is up ahead and you haven't even returned to ask your father-"
"We are stationed here and we plan to attack the Uruk Hai that seem to be nearing Osgiliath, the city that resides just outside of Minas Tirith," cut in Kohakku as if his brother was poking at him instead of his friend. Ah, family reunions between these two were such fun.
"Bout time you lot do something, you better get your hides moving," grumbled Kinta already planning on dropping this charade and helping them with Osgiliath. He was tired of being a woman and ready to be a man, besides, it had been quite a while since he'd had a good fight with something and with those Uruk Hai he needn't hold back.
"Aside from that, I don't believe my father wouldn't wish to see me," stated Faramir.
Kinta pointedly rolled his eyes. And he'd thought some of his sisters could be drama queens. "I highly doubt that, you're his only surviving son since Boromir passed." Kohakku whacked his brother upside the head for being so 'delicate' when it came to things and Kinta reached up and tugged on Kohakku's ear.
Faramir's nose wrinkled at the thought of going to Minas Tirith, his back was turned so he was completely unaware of the squabbling siblings wrestling behind him, Kohakku had Kinta, who was still trapped in a feminine body, in a headlock. Haldir was wondering if every family reunion between these brother's went like this. "I don't want to be an heir to his… his ruling."
"I wouldn't worry too much about that," Kinta cried out as he bit his brother's arm. He struggled with pulling out of Kohakku's grip and ran an aggravated feminine hand through his bouncy raven curls. How come her hair was so much shinier than his? And lush? It really wasn't fair. The only bad thing was her body produced more sweat than he was accustomed to, but even that smelled better than he did if he were to run a week in his own body. Kinta glared at his brother to keep him away while he spoke. "Aragorn's returned."
Faramir's eyes lit up at this information. He didn't want anything to do with ruling something that wasn't his. He preferred a life with less restrictions. "Truly? Does he wish to claim the throne?"
Kinta shrugged his shoulders, a very boyish thing that didn't look at all natural with Kagome's petite little body. "He makes like he doesn't, but I think he'll end up doing so. That mortal's grown a lot from what he was." And Kinta was waiting for Aragorn to realize that more than just his people was relying on him. This Fellowship had followed after his chain of command so easily and not to mention there were rumors that the elves relied on him a good bit... particularly one female elf. Sooner or later that man would realize that he was fit to rule and he needed the kingdom as much as it needed him. After all, after this quest who would follow under his chain of command that he'd gotten so used to establishing?
Kagome was worn out, fatigued, and about to fall over from her muscle strain. Kagome had run more in that one day than she was sure she'd traveled in a month in the Feudal Era. Upon finding that she'd an extra bit of energy and momentum in her that would've been nonexistent had she been in the body of a human, Kagome had carried Legolas over her shoulder, like the many times she'd ridden on Inuyasha's back, with the elf pointing out which turn to take and what traps to avoid. She wondered how on earth the orcs could attack with so many turns that led to traps nestled within the trees, but then again there were a great number of orcs ready to do what they had to do to capture the elves. As long as it meant to Sauron that he would have more soldiers for his armies Kagome figured he'd sacrifice who he could.
Though the circumstances weren't the best, Kagome was unbelievably happy hours later when she had to set Legolas down because they were being aimed at with arrows from the guarding elves of Mirkwood. The duo were led into Mirkwood, the city of wooden elves, with an escort of about twelve bowmen who were eyeing Kagome suspiciously, but they all knew Haldir. They wondered what an elf from Lothlorein was doing there though. Many an elf also wondered if it had anything to do with their absent king and prince.
Kagome trudged alongside Legolas who was stretching his long legs by walking a little ahead, allowing the villagers to glimpse Haldir's form. At least he looked familiar to them. He glanced up at the sky and noted it was darkening. Night was upon them meaning they had one more day in which to work and he had no idea what to do. Legolas was surprisingly tired, which he attributed to the fact that he might be ill. "I am sent here to call forth the elders of Mirkwood immediately with a message from your prince. When they assemble please note us. We will be inside resting." With that said he walked off, gripping Kagome's arm to steer her away. It was odd to see so small an elf leading so large and tanned a man. The duo made their way through the canopy of trees and into the stone palace. Many of the homes of Mirkwood were made of large trees or stones that were encased with flowers and roots of trees adorning it in natural splendor. Here in the woods homes had a natural feel to them with the roots of trees helping maintain the foundation or structure of a house. He led Kagome down hallways and finally came to his room that he hadn't visited in so long.
There was but one stone window in the room and the overgrowth of a tree blocked anyone from being able to peak in. Legolas had a wooden shutter he could easily pull over it, which he did immediately after locking the door to the room.
The sigh that escaped Kagome's mouth gusted out as she tore off her bandanna and leaned against the wall. She was unbelievably grateful in that moment for dating a man with so much title about him. In this room they wouldn't be bothered. With no ceremony at all she used what energy she had left and jumped onto the bed, landing on it with an 'oof' and sinking into the cushion wallowing like a dog after a long day's work. She rolled over and as soon as her back touched the plump mattress Kagome could've sworn she'd fallen onto a cloud if she hadn't just jumped from one the day before. She closed her eyes and let her weary muscles relax. Being in a half demon body gave her strength, but as soon as that bandanna had been torn off she'd felt the weight of her own muscles sore from being overly used. She was as tired as if she'd just run ten miles in under fifteen minutes. Legolas took his own ring off. He should've noted someone that they would be in this room, for no doubt they wouldn't look here any time soon. Not that he minded in the least being alone with Kagome. She looked quite an image to behold in her baggy clothes of Kinta's lying back as if she'd just had quite a time in someone's arms when really he knew she could barely lift her arms.
Air swept fresh through the room as though there was a vent to air it out. After a break of about ten minutes, Kagome hopped up and began to explore the room very slowly for her feet ached something awful. Legolas's eyes trailed after her, watching as she lovingly stroked the wooden bed, fingers lightly touching her comfy bed set, eyes lighting up when she saw a wooden bath tub sitting in the room for her pleasure. How could she know that he was making a mental note what her tastes were in furniture? There was a small chimney in the room as well. Kagome couldn't help but spin around to smile brightly at him, and she saw the small glint in his eyes that signified his pleasure at her liking the room. "I wish we could just rest forever," she murmured as a knock came at their door. Deciding to forgo all pretenses he opened the door to find a servant standing there staring back at him in absolute shock. No one, absolutely no one had seen the prince enter, especially with a strange woman accompanying him. And yet he wore the same attire as Haldir had and the woman wore the same clothes as that wolf man. "Are any of his spies around?" Legolas asked the servant. The boy shook his head, but Legolas pulled out a rock from his pocket to find it crystal clear. He made a noise much like Sesshomaru and nodded his head. "Tell the council I will be there shortly. And while you're at it find suitable clothes for my companion." He nodded towards Kagome.
The boy stepped in and glanced at Kagome guessing her size from where he stood surveying her. Being scrutinized, Kagome quickly rose her arms to cover herself, even if she was wearing clothes it felt odd whens someone who wasn't Legolas stared at her so. "Who is the lady my lord?"
"My fiancée," he stated as Kagome's heart jumped within her chest. With that he shut the door as the boy took off to tell the council that their prince had returned as well as with an engagement it seemed. The little servant boy did wonder where King Thrandril was as he padded off as quick as he could. Perhaps Thrandril was coming later.
Legolas turned around, pinching the bridge of his nose, not noticing the blank stare that Kagome was giving him. She'd heard him loud and clear, there was no mistaking what he called her. As giddy as she was though Kagome was a mite irritated. She had her hands on her hips when the knock came at the door when another servant appeared with a dress for her. The servant boy quickly gave Kagome a bow before departing. Legolas shoved the dress into her arms and raised a brow when she didn't rush into the next room, his study room, to change. "Is the dress not to your liking?" Sometimes the smartest of men could be so dimwitted.
"You told him I'm your fiancée…"
He nodded his head. "And?"
Legolas's one worded question screwed things up completely for him as Kagome bristled at that. So he wasn't as excited as she was. "I don't remember being asked," she said taking the dress and walking off to change leaving Legolas to wonder at human women. Why was there so much importance in asking…? As soon as he'd asked himself the question he felt like an idiot. He had to remedy this situation.
She was acting stupid. Clearly her nerves were frazzled. Of course he meant it, but she'd always expected a guy getting down on one knee and asking her. Then again, she should've expected circumstances would always be different with her, her life was different in general. Kagome sighed and decided she'd remedy this. She dressed in the smooth elfin dress that seemed to fit her like a glove. There was a slit up her leg allowing free movement should she need to run, or fight. It felt so nice to be wearing female clothes and not that scratchy and itchy fur kilt that Kinta wore. Kagome longed for a bath, but they wouldn't have time since they needed to inform the council of what was happening. In a few minutes she heard a knock at the door and Kagome came out, raising her eyes briefly to meet his before she nervously walked behind him, not knowing where the council was. She didn't speak to him the entirety of the way, even when she tripped over her own feet. Truth was she was tyring to think of how to approach this. She'd told him before that she'd wanted to sleep with him, but there was s difference between facing your life or death moment atop of a cloud and being so tired that your mind was mush and couldn't think out anything to say.
Legolas caught her and pulled her up to his side to help her walk the rest of the way. "Kagome, I-" But his words were lost as they came upon the council room and the shocked eyes of the elderly elves rose to their hairline to find the prince. Though the servant boy had mentioned that Legolas was here they hadn't believed it, which meant that the woman beside him was truly his fiancée.
"An army of orcs will be heading this way tomorrow night," informed Legolas.
"But we've made a truce-"
"They lied," said Legolas. He was wondering why the elders hadn't the common sense not to trust their enemies, but he realized that they weren't able to move without the king's orders and that they needed his guidance. Aside from Kagome relying upon him, Legolas now had an entire mass of elves whose lives depended on his quick thinking. The elders glanced at one another not knowing how Legolas got this information but trusting him regardless.
"Perhaps we should ask your father, the king-"
"He died in battle," Legolas answered looking up with sorrowful eyes at the men. He didn't know if he was ready for this, but with Kagome by his side he felt stronger even if she hadn't spoken to him since they'd arrived in the room. He would fix things between them after this meeting, right now he had his people to focus on. "I am the king now. I know many of you may not think I'm ready, but I heard the orcs themselves so we have a problem at hand that we need to solve whether or not you want me ruling now."
His words drove them to action. Seeing such a young elf ready to do what he must for his people made the elder men believe that he may actually be fit for this role. "Your highness… perhaps there are some spells in the texts in the library that may be of use," spoke up Fanen, the more studious of the four council members. Though he didn't know of any spells regarding moving a whole city of elves Fanen would search.
"I shall look back on past battle strategies on the off chance we cannot leave quickly," said Morro, he was the one who led Thrandril's… Legolas's armies.
"I will check the maps and chart out a way on foot," said Naed the grounds man of Mirkwood. He was descended from the elves who'd found and established this area so if anyone knew the lands best it was him. He'd been the original elf to establish the traps on the lands so that no strangers should trespass without their permission.
"I shall ready the people, tell them to pack what they can carry and be ready to depart," stated the weary Monosk, he was the judge of the people in times of crime, which were very rare in peaceful Mirkwood.
"We shall meet in an hour and see if anyone has any ideas or have made any progress. Agreed?" They all nodded and made their own mutterings before the group broke off to work. Legolas grabbed Kagome by the hand and led her back towards his room where he intended on pouring what amount of that hour he could in the study next to it.
Gollum would've acquired the ring by now from the hobbits' sleeping bodies if it weren't for that giant tigress with the flaming paws. Kirara was guarding, her hair standing on end. The smart tigress knew that whatever it was about this tunnel had made her masters fall asleep one after the other while they walked until they'd seemed to tumble tiredly onto the earth beneath them into a tranquil sleep with arms and legs splayed about on the earthen floor. A ful two hours had passed with their walking until they'd succumbed to the fatal effects of the tunnel. Their willpower had quite outlasted any that had gone before for in this area of the tunnel there were just one or two sparse bodies in the hollows of the cave. The air no longer reeked with the stench of the dead.
Kirara had been born evil as a demon, but she'd been raised good by the loving hands of her mistress Sango. And so the cave had accepted Kirara for her demonic heritage. How was Gollum to know all of this? He'd been expecting that blasted cat to topple over, but she'd just remained firm in her stance. A guttural noise in his throat told the giant cat what he thought of her. He'd tried getting near to the two, but like a tigress protecting her cubs the great beast would swipe at Gollum with her razor sharp claws.
He was licking his wounds now while glaring at that pesky feline. His devious mind was now trying to find a way to overcome Kirara, but her eyes showed him that she was just as intelligent as he was and she was expecting for him to do something. Unlike Gollum, Kirara had years of experience with war and battles. In the dark Frodo's light from Lothlorein glowed faintly grasped in his pudgy hobbit hands. It was slowly sliding out and with a thump it landed on the floor next to him, rolling along the ground until it rested right next to his head.
How were they to move a whole city of elves before tomorrow night ended? Kagome had seen quite a many strange feats, but above all else this one was near high impossible. Things weren't looking so good. Her optimism had dropped and she was feeling low, so low that she hadn't even taken a bath. Kagome should've been trying to think of ways to get them out, but her mind was worried over Shippo and the others. It was hard to focus on a whole town when your worries were to your immediate family as well. Kagome's fingers scoured her few possessions for the little mirror which she raised up to her face so that she may peer down into it. The priestess murmured for it to reveal her son to her and she watched with happier spirits as Shippo started a fire with a flick of his wrists in the stone chimney before him. Shippo was definitely safe if he was dropping his guard to be in his own form. Kagome scrabbled to the chimney in their own room and hastened to make a fire with the flint sitting upon its stony hearth. She wished she could do magic like Legolas, but some things were better meant for other species. Kagome took off into the study next to his room where Legolas was pouring attention over books, allowed her arm to slip past him to pluck a piece of paper and a charcoal utensil to write with, and darted off back into the room to write a quick note. Legolas's curiosity brought him out of his work to watch her.
Shippo don't put out the fire -Mama
Muttering the quick incantation she tossed the letter in there watching it disappear with a puff of magic. She'd wrapped up a small stone in it from Mirkwood so that Shippo would have a souvenir from her. Sure a rock wasn't much of a gift, but she knew he'd see the significance in that little stone like she did. Often times during her quest for the Shikon No Tama, when Shippo was much younger than her, they would pick up pretty stones alongside the river in their spare time. No matter how old he was Shippo was still her little son that she knew she would bring back toys or baubles for.
All the while Kagome's thoughts ran over happy memories from the past Legolas was watching on intently, his eyes widening with every thought that passed in his mind over what was before him. The epiphany was rather slow in growing, but all of a sudden it hit him with such a force that he straightened up instantly and quickened over towards his lady love. "Kagome… what items may pass through the fire?"
Kagome looked up at Legolas, her brow scrunched up in thought. "I don't know to be honest. Rin and Sesshomaru just use it for letters, but I guess you could send almost any-" Her words died off as she noticed the gleam in his eyes and the idea manifested itself in her own head. Kagome stood up on shaky legs with a wide smile. She hobbled towards him and fell into his arms, her arms thrown about him as she leaned up to mesh her lips onto Legolas's own in a triumphant kiss. When she pulled away she rested her forehead on his own and whispered, "Legolas you're a genius. I'm still a little peeved at you, but you're a genius nonetheless."
He kissed her right back, glad that she didn't completely hate him for his earlier mishap with words. If Kagome's legs hadn't already felt like jelly they would've been a puddle with that kiss. He pulled away quickly though to say, "We have to test it first my lady." Hope was sparked in their eyes. This could save them.
They'd gathered the four council members, who'd done their part for back up plans, but had otherwise found no true safe way out of the town with the orcs encroaching upon their territory. An increase in archers patrolling the grounds had been dispatched and many were near the borders of Mirkwood keeping an eye upon the woods. Knowing now that danger was after them had raised the stakes and so they'd gotten what protection they could while trying to find an option out. The enemy had no idea that they knew thanks to Kagome and Legolas destroying the beasts that had been after them. The council members did shift from foot to foot with a bit of nervous tension though at what was before them.
Legolas may have come up with the idea, but Kagome came up with how to safely test it. "Isn't there another possible way?" He asked but Kagome shook her head. They were still in the council room with a large fire started in the huge chimney. If they were going to do this they needed to run a trial and so they were taking every precaution available. Kagome was soaked to the bone in cold water and she had a blanket covering up her body. "I would much rather go in your stead," he spat out trying to figure out just why she had to be the one to test this out. Then he remembered how she'd talked him into this and his mind fell into what Kagome termed as the 'gutter.' Somehow she'd gotten him to agree for her to risk this.
"I can heal, albeit slower than I used to, but I can heal," she said looking up through a hooded face into his eyes. "And you're a king." His council had already agreed that it would be a threat to his life. Also, though Kagome was his intended she wasn't carrying an heir or ruling their kingdom like he was. Legolas leaned down and crushed his lips to her own and pulled her in his arms. Members of the council averted their eyes or blushed when they saw their king openly displaying his affections like that. Most elves kept their relationships private or within the family and away from watching eyes. It seemed quite a bit had changed with their once quiet and shy prince.
"Come back safe," he warned her.
"I will, you've still got to make things up to me," she teased back before running full scale and jumping into the fire. She'd left the mirror behind for him and the council to use and see that she'd made it safely on the other side.
Shippo paced on the other side wondering just what his mother was up to. She'd asked him in the letter if his chimney was large enough, he'd told her that you could fit four men in it standing straight. Minas Tirith was definitely not lacking in the hospitable rooms, it just lacked in the man running it having more sense than a peanut. That oaf was if anything an idiot who wanted more for power than for the greater good of the people. Gandalf was smoking on his pipe puffing away. Pippin was practicing with his sword in the corner. "She hasn't written back," grumbled Shippo wishing he had a mirror to peer into. Just as he was about to scribble another hasty letter a large poof of smoke appeared and Kagome shot out of the chimney landing on her bottom just a few inches away from the large chimney. Pippin dropped his sword with a clatter and tumbled over his large feet landing on his own bottom in surprise,Shippo fell a step backwards into the dresser behind him, and Gandalf merely raised a brow as if he'd expected something surprising. Kagome really didn't disappoint the old wizard. "Well, at least I made it safely," she chirped. Kagome's hair was matted with streaks of gray ash and her face was covered in soot.
"Mama! What the hell?" Kagome covered his mouth with her blackened hands to keep her son from profusely cursing like a sailor. You'd think she'd raised him better than that, but sadly he'd had the influence of Kouga on him which accounted for probably learning the original swear words of the day.
Kagome's eyes pleaded for Shippo to remain silent. When she found his eyes answering her own she pulled her hand away and went to scribble a message for her worrisome elf that waited her back in Mirkwood. "Orcs surround Mirkwood." Kagome said just before whispering the incantation under her breath and tossing the letter in. "They plan on attacking tomorrow night. We need a way to get our people out safely tomorrow morning." Shippo's brows shot up when he caught Kagome's words. She may not have noticed, but he definitely heard the word 'our' in her sentence. Oh, it appeared his mother had become quite taken with Legolas. He knew Kagome after years of watching her as a fox kit and now that he was older he could read the signs on her like he could trace the palm of his hand, she was smitten, besotted, in love, and all of the above with Legolas.
Even though it sounded like a good idea he didn't like the many obstacles that were against them. Also, his mother among a whole horde of people, well, that was a dangerous thing to try and get through to Minas Tirith. "Through fire! Mama he has orcs-"
"Who can't come out during the day," chided Gandalf having seen why Kagome and Legolas might've picked the morning to come through the flames.
"What about Uruk-"
"He's not wasting them on rustling up elves," Kagome explained glancing around for something. Her eyes spotted a pitcher of water in the corner and she went to peer down into it checking to see if there was enough. Her eyes were focused on another object, but her mouth was busy explaining their mission. "We're going to try in the daylight when he has only eyes to see us. But we need you to make sure all of the chimneys here are lit. Maybe some bonfires as well."
"The idiot in charge here won't-"
"Shippo you're a fox demon," Kagome said rounding on him with a serious face. "You underestimate your skill of persuasion."
"Are you trying to say I'm charming?"
"I really don't want you to get a big head," she said ruffling his hair. She turned back towards the fire and lifted up the pitcher of water dumping it over her head muttering the incantation under her breath.
"Mama I don't think-"
"Love you," she called out jumping into the fire and disappearing in a wave of heat.
"She's worse than Gandalf when it comes to disappearing," grumbled Pippin as he picked himself up off of the floor and went to sheath his little hobbit sized sword.
Gandalf puffed a bit of smoke in offense to that comment. "A wizard never disappears, he merely exit when the opportune moment passes."
Pippin narrowed his eyes at the white haired wizard. "Sounds like disappearing to me."
Kagome flew out of the fire and tripped over her feet into Legolas's arms. "It works," she said with a smile glancing about at the other members with dancing eyes. A grateful look swept across their features as she practically danced around with Legolas, arms squeezing his waist tight in her happiness. "We need everyone to memorize the words tonight," Kagome said hastily letting go of Legolas and taking command like a queen as she walked over towards a sheet of paper and wrote out the words. "We need to get this to everyone." The council members exchanged glances, a faint smile tugging at some of the faces at this young woman who commanded authority. Perhaps Legolas had made a very good choice in his idea for who would be the queen ruling alongside him. It appeared that both of the youngsters were ready to face almost anything. Most of the time fire destroyed lives, but it appeared this type of fire would allow them all to live.
Legolas nodded as she slid the paper into his hands. Both of their eyes were bright at this turn of events. His eyes left her own to look at the others. "You heard Kagome. We need to go to every house and inform them."
She hadn't taken a bath, too tired to heft herself up and down by now, but she had washed herself with a cloth and a pitcher of water. The rain was drumming faintly along the roof. She was waiting in bed knowing that Legolas was setting up the appointed time and how many people would go through the fires.
Kagome remembered how he'd wanted the number of chimneys or bonfires counted to the exact and he was conversing with Shippo in the fire making plans. Legolas had shooed her away with a slim hand to bed upon noticing her yawn. She'd protested, albeit it was hard doing so when she could barely keep her eyes open, and he'd informed her that she'd done enough exerting herself for these few days. So now she sat in the dark waiting up for him lying atop the covers of the bed. She wore a light white nightgown of the finest cloth in the kingdom. Kagome found the irony that her sleep was evading her knowing that he wasn't getting any rest yet. He'd seemed more tired of a sudden and that troubled her since elves were supposed to be almost as energetic as demons were. They weren't supposed to need sleep as much nor food, but she'd noticed a change in his increase of sleep as well as eating habits. She stretched out her legs letting them lay out limp like jelly on the couch. It felt so good to be in an actual bed and not lying down on the hard earth with nothing but a pallet and grass underneath you. She couldn't remember the last time she'd lain in a bed like this with real covers that weren't crawling with bugs. She couldn't feel the wet earth, just fresh downy feathers. It made Kagome really appreciate things that she would've taken for granted in the future.
It was a huge relief that they were somewhat safe. The enemy was no longer following them, they'd found a way to save his people, and they had received a message from Sesshomaru that the enemy hounded Legolas's men. They'd been attacked, but had survived it. The rock was still pure white and they'd finally reached Mirkwood for a night's rest. Was it really so wrong of her to want a time to relax with no one bothering her? She turned aside her worries and closed her eyes, sleep may not come to her, but she could at least bask in the simple comfort of believing she was momentarily safe.
Legolas had snuck back into his chambers treading softly so he wouldn't wake Kagome. His council had decided it was best to let the people know upon the morning that he was among them since they didn't know if spies would be out and they didn't want tongues to wag. He'd gone out into the rain to survey the plots where they could safely hold small bonfires in various spots. He was hoping now as he slid the door open that the rain would go away in the morning otherwise it would be long and tiresome to resort to just their few chimneys and they would be even more rushed. They could possibly build little fires within the stone walls and floors, though they'd have to keep windows open to allow the smoke to clear out.
Legolas took off his ring, shifting into his real form, and turned around to find Kagome lying on her stomach caught in her thoughts, a very attractive woman. The dress was plain white and covered her up but for some reason that made her more alluring. The top was a little loose around the collar, meant that way so it rested around her shoulders very sensually. It didn't help that one of Kagome's legs was repeatedly bouncing up and down in a scissoring motion and with each motion her dress slid just a bit higher. Her ink dark hair was long and alive cascading down her back. If he'd thought her a goddess before, now he found himself sorely mistaken and unable to come up with a new higher divine being to call her.
"Kagome," he said very softly watching as her swinging foot stopped and she sleepily rolled onto her back to lift tired eyes upon him. She looked at him, really looked at him. After days being another person it was a relief to see Legolas in his own body. She hadn't realized how much she'd missed seeing his true form until the moment her eyes fell upon him and it was like love all over again. Sure he may not know how to propose, but she loved him.
His hair was long and wet from the rain, clinging to his face a little bit darker than it was when dry. Kagome made chiding noises with her tongue as she slowly got up from the bed and padded over on bare feet towards the tub where a dry towel rested on the edge. Kagome came over to him, lifted her arms up, and began to towel through his silky gleaming locks. Legolas knew he could've easily done it himself, considering how much shorter Kagome was and how she had to rise on her blistered feet to do the chore. The truth was he liked when she doted on him like this, no one short of his mother had treated him with such loving care. Everyone had treated him like the little prince he'd been as a child, only his mother remembered that he was a person first before a prince, as was the way Kagome saw him… there was also the advantage that he noticed when his eyes fell downwards to where the collar of her shirt opened and he could see her skin hidden underneath it much better. Kagome left the towel atop his head and tugged on his hand as he toweled the rest of his hair for her, smirking as she patted the spot on the bed for him to sit at, and whipped out her brush. He obeyed her silent request.
Kagome shook her head as she began to brush his hair. "How on earth it remains so pretty is beyond me," she murmured to herself as she ran her brush through his shining locks, fingers twining with his hair as she took care of him. His hair reminded her of the rays from a shining star. She sighed, wondering how unlucky she was she had to catch a guy prettier than herself. On another note, it was nice to balance things with them, after so much he'd done for her with protecting her and watching after her. Kagome liked doing things for Legolas like this, even if they were small. In that moment though Kagome kind of felt like a wife. Her face was coated with a faint pink hue at the thought and she was glad that Legolas couldn't see it. Here she was, brushing his hair and tending to him like a wife when her tired husband got home. She could even imagine the children that would be sleeping in another room, a mixture of her features and his meshed together to make lovely little kids.
"Why did you stop?" He asked her, his face tilting to allow silver eyes to settle upon her face.
She averted her own nervous eyes and fumbled with the brush in her hands. She might as well get it out. "What you told that servant earlier... I want it to be true," she answered him as quiet as a mouse. Kagome let out a surprised gasp when she was swept away by a brash arm wrapping around her waist pulling her against his chest. What were words when his actions spoke volumes? He leaned down and placed a kiss on her lips. It was so slow and sweet that Kagome could practically feel her toes curl. His tongue melded in her mouth, playing with her own and sharing in each other's tastes. He pulled away to urgently say with all the cheer in the world in his face, "I need to get something Kagome." He quickly rushed into his study and reached down only to find an error… he'd changed out of his clothes and they were currently with that servant boy! He couldn't propose until he had those rings! Damn it all! Legolas let out a string of curses under his breath as Kagome crawled under the covers sleepily. Now that he was here she could sleep and whatever it was appeared to have been misplaced with Legolas cursing. She laughed rather impishly as she nuzzled her head into the pillow, wondering where her elf had learned such swears. Legolas took off into the hallway and for the next half hour chased down the boy to retrieve the rings and cherished flower wrapped up in the napkin. By the time he was back in the room the perfect moment had passed and Kagome was asleep.
He pulled off his boots, tore off his shirt, very put out and feeling stupid when he heard Kagome murmur quietly from what appeared to be a light sleep, "Legolas." He looked up as he slid his precious parcel into his boots. Her hair was mussed and a small hand patted the spot beside her on the bed. She mumbled in an innocent voice that sent Legolas's blood spiking, "Come to bed Leggy." And feeling very much the subject to the queen of his heart he did as told and slid under the covers wrapping a possessive arm around her and letting her cuddle up to him. There was all the time in the world and he would get to forcing that damn ring on her finger eventually. Right now he just wanted to rest with her beside him because they had another busy day ahead of them and only this night before they were moving again. Kagome's face rested on his shoulder, an arm slung over his chest, and her legs already threading around his own. He'd give anything to slow down time at that moment and just bask in having her next to him.
Kagome awoke with a start. She'd been having a nightmare about the quest they were on. In the early rise of the morning light she slid out of Legolas's arms and crept towards Shippo's mirror with sluggish legs. She needed to check on everyone before her worries ate at her. "Show me Frodo," she whispered to the pretty gilded mirror. The glass shimmered to show her Frodo lying in a tunnel next to Sam. Kirara was growling at something. That thing that had been leading the group was glaring back at Kirara, their eyes locked in a battle of some sorts with neither one moving for fear of dropping their guard.
Legolas came to sit beside her, normally lying next to Kagome he could sleep like the dead, but this time he'd been roused from bed probably due to the fact that he hadn't been as deep into his sleep for he'd been staying up thinking. Legolas peered into the mirror. "They're sleeping," he casually said as his hand trailed back and forth on her back. Sleep still riddled his eyes so he hadn't really looked into the mirror aside from catching a glimpse of the hobbits lying on the ground as if slumbering. Legolas leaned over and kissed the bare flesh where her nightgown had slid from her shoulder a bit, hands moving the onyx hair out of his way. It was the morning and he did find himself sporting quite a problem with her. Legolas kept on kissing along her silky shoulder with his mind drowned and abandoned in the gutter. The rosy hue of her cheeks lit up as she instinctively tilted her neck to give him better access. His mind was slowly stirring awake with every kiss to that neck. He was so grateful he'd had the foresight to ask for them not to be disturbed in the morning by any servants unless there was an emergency requiring his assistance. "Legolas," she murmured trying to get his attention as he nibbled along her neck with all the determination in the world to leave a mark. With one hand she smacked his leg to get his attention. He pulled away with the eyes of a boy who'd merely gotten a taste of a treat that he wanted to devour.
"Legolas," she whispered lifting up the mirror to show his alert eyes. Kagome shook her head as her finger tapped on the glass. "They're not sleeping," she whispered, eyes worried over the possible danger her friends were in. Legolas took the mirror from her, setting his chin on her shoulder as he really took in the image on the glass. He studied their sleeping forms for quite a while before deciphering the exact spot he knew them to be at. "Maybe we could send someone to them," Kagome suggested.
Legolas shook his head. Even if they sent a person for Frodo and Sam he didn't know how long that person would survive walking into the tunnel. No doubt they'd fall asleep on their feet in the process and end up like all of the others who'd entered that cave; sleeping people that would never wake up as Kagome had. It looked like the hobbits and Kirara were on their own with this situation. "We might be able to send someone in there… maybe to tie something on their feet. But if we sent someone now it would take days or weeks to get there," said Legolas, his mind already tumbling over any possibilities. Days they could handle, but weeks would mean imminent death to Frodo and Sam who would be getting no water or food while they slept. There was no way they could get there with no fire in the tunnels. This was an actual situation they couldn't help at all with. If that wretched bag of bones weren't after them than Kirara would be able to carry or drag Frodo and Sam out, however, he was there and would no doubt pounce on her if she gave him an opening.
"Frodo," she whispered staring at the glass fearful for him. The little light that had lay discarded next to his head seemed to glow a bit brighter. "Wake up Frodo." Legolas clutched onto his woman's shoulder as they watched their friends in the mirror.
"Wake up Sam, please," she begged clutching tightly onto the mirror. The light shined once more next to Frodo. "Dammit! Frodo wake up!"
He was in the Shire again. Everything was as it should be. The green thick grass was waving with the wind and he could hear sounds of hobbits gossiping as they walked along the beaten trails to their homes. Frodo only could see this from behind the glass window looking out. He and Sam were sitting along at their favorite tavern and eatery, Sam's eyes were watching Rosie as she cleaned the glasses behind the counter of the bar. Sam seemed in a daze, but he was always that way when it came to watching Rosie like the besotted thing he was.
Frodo turned around to speak to Pippin and Merry, but was surprised when he found they weren't with them. Normally those two went everywhere with Frodo and Sam, they'd all been inseparable since birth. He shrugged it off, maybe they were in Farmer Maggot's crops again stealing mushrooms. At that thought Frodo vaguely remembered something, them tumbling down a hill onto a road that they shouldn't be on, a road they'd been warned to avoid at all costs. Frodo blinked at the image of a dark rider and shook all traces of the hapless memory away. He'd never seen anything like that and he was safe in the shire. Life went on here peaceably and nothing of ill retort ever happened. The little hobbit glanced around for Bilbo who could always be counted on to sit in the shire telling long winded tales about his younger days involving a dragon, trolls, and that pesky wizard friend of their's. Like his other relations though, Bilbo was nowhere to be found. Frodo waved a hand at a passing patron he knew, but they didn't come over to him which was another odd thing. Normally everyone in the Shire was bubbly and happy to speak to others, especially strangers. People made a habit of taking time out of their days to purposefully see what other hobbits in the area was up to so for someone to snub him and not speak to him was something entirely odd in itself.
"Frodo." He heard the scratching of a whisper next to his ear and he glanced around wondering if he was the only one to hear it. Maybe someone had been talking about him, it wouldn't be surprising, he knew he was handsome and a few hobbit maidens had their eyes on him especially with him as Bilbo's heir. His mind did that weird thing again, bringing up a memory he knew couldn't possibly exist, one of Bilbo disappearing and an envelope waiting for him at Bag End... but that couldn't be real. They'd yet to celebrate his birthday. Even as he was justifying himself a new memory came in of a large creamy cake for Bilbo's 111th Birthday. No. That's never happened before, Frodo claimed as the memory disappeared on him as quickly as it had come to him.
But if none of that had happened then why did that voice sound so familiar. Then again, all voices in Hobbiton sounded familiar for he knew everyone… "Wake up Frodo." He bolted up from his spot next to Sam and his eyes scouted about the room. That voice had been fiercer and louder, trying to get his attention. And for some reason the room had gotten brighter, the sun outside the windows had seemed to beam suddenly, shining so fiercely that the windows beside him had actually cracked a bit. His finger touched the faint crack noting that it was real. Frodo began walking around the bar searching for that voice. Sam stood up, suddenly out of his stupor at Frodo's movements, as if he were at Frodo's beck and call because of something important or another. "Mister Frodo what're you looking for?" He asked trailing after Frodo. For some reason it felt right to follow after his distant cousin like this. Sam instinctively glanced over his shoulder as if scouting for danger… but what danger could be in their favorite bar? No one ever fought here, the worst was always a cross word and if a small brawl it was always over in a matter of minutes with the fellahs sharing a pint or two. Wait, what's a pint? Sam wondered. He'd never heard of such a thing so why had it stuck in his head.
"I don't know Sam," answered Frodo as he got closer to the bar door. He reached out to twist the knob, but the door wouldn't budge. Sam's eyes locked with Frodo's and Sam reached forward to try on the door but it still wouldn't open. Both of the hobbits attempted together but it was like the door was welded to the wall. Frodo glanced about for help but it was like they didn't exist. No one had taken notice of them. They were invisible to all. Frodo's hand worriedly went up to his neck where there was nothing hanging about it. But why should there be? I rarely wear jewelry, thought Frodo.
"Wake up Sam, please." Sam's eyes widened greatly as they both heard that voice. Through the cracks of the door a huge light came through. Frodo spun around shouting out for help only to find that he and Sam were the only ones in the bar now. No one else was in their little limbo. And it all came back to him. Frodo knew that voice. There was no mistaking it anymore.
"Kagome," murmured Sam as he banged on the door with his fists. They knew her. They knew they were supposed to be on a journey. They shouldn't be here, they should be in a tunnel with Kirara and Gollum. Sam got up and grabbed hold of one of the chairs slamming it against the door that wouldn't open. "Dammit! Frodo wake up!" Frodo reached to his side and grasped the sword that he knew should be around his waist. He couldn't see it in the dream, but he could feel it, and as if feeling summoned it up in the dream he was able to pulling out the sword and wield it to striking the door open. The door flew off its hinges as if a bolt of power had been unleashed from the sword and a bright light enveloped the duo as they stepped out of the bar into the sunshine.
Frodo stirred from his sleep alongside Sam, both fully awake as their eyes opened from the ight of their dreams to find the light within Frodo's bottle glimmering brightly within the gloom. They could still feel the dregs of sleep trying to keep them down, but adrenaline was running through their bodies. The duo turned accusing eyes on Gollum who was staring in pure shock.
"Hobbits-es is supposed to be sleeps they is," he hissed knowing that he'd been found out. Rather than cower he took to the front and gave them the nastiest look possible. "Sleeps and gones."
Frodo glared at the creature knowing that they should kill him, but he had no idea how long they'd have in this long tunnel. He reached out and steadied Sam's hand that had went for his own sword to finish the job in his anger. "Sam, lets get out of here now," ordered Frodo as he inched along beside Kirara and jumped on her back. Sam did likewise, neither of them pulling their gazes away from Gollum. Twice he'd tried to betray them. He wasn't going to get a third chance after this.
"You cants leaves us," shouted out Gollum as Kirara took off.
"Watch us," murmured a furious Frodo as Kirara sped in the tunnel leaving Gollum just a blot in their past. He could get through this tunnel alive, they knew that since he hadn't been asleep, but it would take him forever on his bony little legs compared to their feline friend who was flying off at a phenomenal speed.
Kagome clutched onto Legolas cheering at what they'd seen in the glass. Frodo and Sam were going to be alright. Kirara would definitely get them out now that she no longer had Gollum to worry about.
The priestess leaned against her elf, the pale rays of the rising sun filtering in through the cracks of branches in front of the window. She sighed and all too soon she felt a pair of lips latched onto her neck once more going at it. She giggled as he pushed her back against the rug that they sat on. His weight bearing down on her to keep her in place as he lavished his attentions. With the way he was going she'd have a hickey or two before the sun had fully risen, but Kagome was pretty sure that was his intention. Legolas's fingers scaled over her hip upwards to grasp onto a plump mound and Kagome leaned against his fingers molding herself to his hand. His thumb flicked over the tip of her and she clutched onto him as her breath came out in a whoosh. "Leggy," she giggled. He leaned down to bite that little bud through the cloth. Her voice was louder as she moaned from the action, closing her eyes in bliss. It was far too early for any servants to wake them and they were in a room with thick stone walls. Suddenly this seemed to be their day.
Legolas bit once more to hear her call out his name none to quietly. He loved hearing his name like a prayer on her lips. Kagome ran her fingers through his hair tugging him upwards until their mouths met again heatedly. He couldn't suppress a shudder as her tongue snaked across the bottom of his lip. Her arms were wound around him and if anyone should come in at that moment they wouldn't be able to recognize one body from the next with how twined their legs and arms were molded and tangled around each other. "No fair," she murmured rolling over so she was on top of him and had latched her mouth onto making a trail down his chest. Legolas closed his eyes, but they instantly flew open when she began making her own brand on him, not on his neck nor the top of his chest, but right next to the trail of hair that disappeared into his britches. He groaned as her little tongue made a light dance atop his pale moon-kissed skin leaving so much hinting at something he ached for. She nibbled and bit sending the blood shooting to only one part of his body that was very close to the minx kissing his waistline. When he could take it no more he pulled her up to him kissing her lips soundly. He recalled Kagome had told him that she wanted to sleep with him all the while knowing the implications and full extent that to do so would be marriage. Remembering how she'd firmly said that his hands began skirting up her dress to reveal sculpted legs. Her fingers came down to draw the strings from his jerkin undone. And…
A knock came at the door. He kept on kissing her, pushing that dress so it pooled up around her gloriously full hips. The knock came again. Kagome began to tilt her head, but Legolas's mouth prevented it and his fingers cupped her ass. The knock became incessant now. "Legolas, you need to get that," said the voice of reason underneath him even as she gasped from his finger making its way to give her core a quick stroke.
"Shush, we're not here," he answered in a breathy whisper, his seductive little conscience giggling tenfold at his declaration.
"We've got work to do," she reminded him even as she arched, fingers gripping tight onto his shoulders, when he gave her another flick of the finger. The knocking was still coming.
"I know, but I'd rather do this work," he replied nipping at her lips. His eye were urging her to continue on with their sport as were his fingers. Kagome bucked against his hand when his finger tweaked her once more and she couldn't refrain the mew from escaping her lips.
"Your majesty," called out the servant at the door.
Legolas groaned and placed his forehead in the crook of Kagome's neck as he called out, "I'm coming anon. But a moment." Legolas looked at her through accusing eyes. It was all her fault that he was going to have to wait before getting up. She rolled her eyes and pushed him off of her, but not without him smacking her bottom receiving a small gasp at the action as he cheerfully stood up and fetched a robe to hide how good of a mood he was in. Kagome shook her head at his antics and went to fetch a robe from a chair beside the bed while he left her side casting a sullen look back at her at having been disrupted. He knew preparations should be made early in the morning to rescue his people, but why couldn't time freeze just for the briefest moments for him? Was the whole world against him having Kagome on her back?
He opened the door enough to present himself but keep his bashful doe hidden from prying eyes."Yes Daen." He recognized the boy. A young one who was flushing brightly, no doubt embarrassed at having to wake Legolas and guessing the reason for his master's slowness at getting the door. His eyes glanced down and he couldn't tear his gaze away. When Legolas finally noticed where the eyes were he cursed himself at not having close the robe just enough. A bright red hickey was peeking out. He cleared his throat so the boy looked back up at him. "My apologies sir. The council requests that we start as soon as we can with plans."
"Of course. Tell them to begin lighting fires. I will be down shortly." Legolas shut the door and leaned against it pointing a finger at Kagome who sat on the bed waiting for orders. "You will take a bath while I'm helping start the travels."
Kagome's brow rose at his instructions. "Oh? I will, will I?" He walked over towards her and grabbed her shoulders, leaning down with his lips barely brushing her own. "I'm going to call the servants and you're going to take a nice warm bath because you've been missing it."
"But that's self-" He caught her lips with his. Kissing her seemed a very effective way of getting a word in edgewise with someone he knew was very opinionated.
He pulled away for a brief moment, his eyes amused at the new trick he'd found to tearing her mind away from things. "You're a hero to these people now. You deserve a bath before we leave."
"But I'm going to get covered in soot and as-" He kissed her again, this time a bit longer and deeper, the heat of their mouths effectively fogging up her mind. When he pulled away she blinked up at him as he nudged her chin with his hand.
"You want a bath Kagome." He raised a brow waiting for another protest, but none came.
"I do," she admitted guiltily before rising up on her toes and throwing her arms around his neck to lean against him and kiss him slowly just enjoying his mouth in the early morning. He picked her up and carried her to the bed, sitting her down so he stood between her legs, prodding her center through the thin material. "How long is 'shortly'?" She asked him sharing a heated look.
"Too short," he growled hurriedly meshing her lips with his own. Her legs wrapped around his waist and she ached to finish what he'd started. He quickly tugged her skirt up once more. Following his lead her hands quickly released him from his jerkin. His member came out unrestrained and she grabbed it with her hand causing an intake of breath from him. Kagome stroked him once before her fingers grabbed hold of his hips and pulled him onto the bed where she climbed up and straddled his lap as he leaned against the bedpost. She could clearly feel and see his hardened morning wood. Her hips were moving unconsciously against that bulge, rubbing against it and the elf called out something in Sindarian when he felt her through her thin underwear. Oh, how easy it would be to slide inside of her, but he wanted more time than this.
She could feel him through the fabric she wore under her dress, a thin piece of lacy cloth for underwear. It wasn't like the act of love itself but it still felt good for her to rock against his fleshy member, feeling his heat searing through her underwear. Soon Legolas's cock was rocking against her sweet spot wishing that Kagome's underwear was off, but at the same time loving the feel of her fire through the tight fabric. Legolas reached under and moved the little piece of fabric so her lips were settled on his shaft, not letting him entrance but rubbing deliciously against him and squeezing him. Just because they didn't have time to make love didn't mean they couldn't do other things. He pounded up against her, holding the small of her waist as she leaned back allowing her pussy to hit him in the right spot craving more but dining on this act. The sneaky elf allowed a finger to invade her soft folds and another while his member rubbed back and forth against her. Kagome gasped feeling the white heat spark through her body and wetten her. She bucked against him hearing him groan out at the heat that was flooding to their centers. Kagome rocked back and forth on him, hand gripping onto his shoulder as she leaned back so he hit her favorite spot, his own hand kept hold on her waist so she wouldn't fall over. "Legolas you're so-" she gasped "-hard!"
Legolas began moving harder, a hand dipping down to hold her ass firmly in place, determined to bring Kagome to that moment when she would reach the heights of bliss. His lips relished lapping at her neck. A silent cry came from her bruised lips and suddenly Legolas began moving in a more primal nature as he flipped them over so he was grinding down on her with the lips of her body riding him over and over,doubling the pleasure until finally Kagome felt something spiraling within her to that place where they were exerting their energies with such rough friction. "Kagome," Legolas whispered hotly, breath sending goose bumps along her chest. "Come for me," he beckoned, his voice deepening as he pounded against her. All at once she closed her eyes as she felt a wave of pure ecstasy hit her causing her body to shudder as Legolas kept moving until he felt his own orgasm shooting onto her stomach. Her legs shook as she slumped against Legolas, sweaty and breathless, her core drenched over his member. Their panting chests moved up and down against each other and he pressed a sweaty forehead to her own before he began peppering kisses along her forehead, cheeks, chin, nose, and that enticing mouth. He made a satisfied 'mmmh' noise as if he'd just finished off a luxurious meal and pulled away from her lips with a pop.
"I don't want you to go," she panted.
"Neither do I," he swore before getting up and quickly getting changed while Kagome lay there on the bed trying to catch her own strength for her sore legs now felt like wobbly jelly after the effects of that heated fooling around. He dressed quickly and ran back over towards her to catch her lips in a kiss. "I'll summon the servants on the way out my little human. I'll be back as soon as I can." She tugged on his hair and he very nearly lost all rational thoughts and senses. If she gave him anymore prompting he would spend all day in here Sauron's army be damned.
The fires had already started and groups were leaving one after the other with the spell that had been taught to them. Kagome vaguely wondered how Shippo had gotten Denethor to agree to allowing the elves to pass through. Maybe he'd stated that the elves would be the best defense Minas Tirith could possibly have and to bring them there would increase power among the kingdom. How was Kagome to know that in reality Shippo had transformed into Denethor and went around ordering the entire kingdom to light fires?
Every moment a little poof could be heard outside of the castle. Legolas had been prompted to sit before Mirkwood's best healer and explained his symptoms with Kagome beside him, their hands latched onto one another from within the confines of his room. They would be among the last ones to leave Mirkwood, wanting to round up everyone and make sure not an elf had been left behind. "Your highness it sounds as if you're losing the light." The prince balked and felt cold all at once even with Kagome's warm hand encasing his own. There was only one light that the healer could be referring to.
"How?" Legolas asked as Kagome asked a question of her own.
"What light?" She didn't know what they meant, but she was worried as soon as she'd seen fear in Legolas's eyes. He'd seen many things in his centuries of living. If something frightened Legolas than it terrified her.
"His immortality," answered the healer through whitened brows and old brown eyes.
"You can't lose your immortality. It isn't a set of keys or something," she protested before turning eyes upon Legolas fraught with worry. Her face was scrunched up at the thought giving him a desperate pleading look to deny all claims of the possibility. "Can you Legolas?" He nodded his head as an answer. She looked back at the healer waiting for him to give her an answer to how this came about. "Why?"
The elf shrugged. This was a peculiar case indeed and he had no idea where this came about nor how to remedy it. "I don't know, it doesn't make sense unless he fell for a mortal."
A long silence passed by as Kagome looked back at Legolas. She returned her gaze to the healer and cleared her throat to answer him. "I was mortal, born of man." And therein lie the problem with why Legolas was losing his touch. He was steadily becoming human from being aroun her and now it was actually draining his energy and making him human. Much like Arwen's light was disappearing and turning her into a human it was doing the same to Legolas.
The healer's brows raised significantly and Kagome prayed that he knew a remedy to fix things now. "How did this happen? Can you help him?" He waved his hand at her to give him a moment as he paced the floor thinking over why this was affecting Legolas so much.
The wise healer paused in his steps as his mind latched onto a theory that sounded solid enough. "It appears his body is reacting to you. I've no doubt that our prince wishes to be with you forever, but it seems his body still sees you as a human." He repeated the term that they used and found it fitted this individual quite aptly. "And so it's turning him into the same thing."
"But I'm not. I'm immortal now!" It angered her how easily something would fly in to try and damper their spirits.
"I'm afraid you can't tell that to a body m'lady."
"Can't you help him? Do anything to prevent it?" The flurry of words ran out haphazardly from her mouth as she ran an agitated hand through her onyx hair. This was disastrous, an evil block standing in the way of their relationship. It seemed every step they took forward they were pushed two steps back.
"No. The fading of a light is something that even we can't prevent."
"What is immortality if I can't spend it with him?"
"Kagome," Legolas said reaching out and gripping her hand. He stood up and pulled her to him, his free hand grabbing hold of her chin and bringing her to face him. They were always being tossed about by destiny. They were always pinned in some unknown corner and yet they'd always managed to escape intact and alive. His eyes were determined. He wasn't going to live without her. The healer left out of the room to give them a private moment together. Legolas saw this for what it was, just one more thing to bring them closer together. He felt tremendously lost at the thought of losing his immortality, but there was always a faint hope and he would grasp onto it so that she wouldn't worry. "Don't fret. Sesshomaru may be able to help us." He didn't know how strong the magic was with the demons, but it had granted Kagome immortality so maybe it could grant him eternal life as well.
His thumb stroked her chin and his hand moved up along her face causing her to lean into his touch. Kagome suddenly knew what Legolas meant about not being able to live without your significant other in your life. She cared for him too much for him to be taken by something so common as death of a mortal. Her heart clenched at the thought of living beside him while he aged and she remained unchanged. He wouldn't want that and she wouldn't either. They had to find someway to fix this. But they had so many other things to focus on as well. First and foremost was the ring and only afterwards could they worry.
A/N: Finally! -doing a small victory dance- Though I felt I need more Aragorn in here so he'll get some time in the next chapter since he wasn't exactly in this one.
Next: Kags and Legs join back up with the group. Huzzah. Will all be well with Leggo? Oh, and next chapter I promise your lemon. Yes, I said lemon not lime... its already about 4 pages... heh heh. So yeah. Sexy awesome fun time.