Disclaimer: This is a work of fanfiction. I do not own any of the character, places, names, or anything associated with the works of J.R.R Tolkien or the Lord of the Rings (books or movie, whatever). My characters are Anita, Leila, and Arlandria and that is all.
Author's Note: Ahh miss Jasmin you have gotten ahead of me by like ten chapters! But I promise there is an explanation for everything, including what happened between Elladan and Arlandria but I'm using it as a plot point in a much later chapter, hold tight though because it's coming. I do appreciate when people pose questions in their reviews, and I will always do my best to answer.
Chapter 11:Giving In
It had taken some time for Anita to collect herself enough to risk the short journey to her own bedroom, her red puffy eyes an obvious give away that she had been crying. Here in the safety and solitude of her room though, there was no one to judge her emotional breakdown. The cream color of the walls though didn't help her current state of mind, since she was coming to associate the blankness of it all with the padded walls of an insane asylum. That was little dramatic she supposed, but try as she might the image wouldn't leave her mind.
Glancing down at the sketchpad in her hands, Anita just saw a reflection of her frustration in her art. The picture that had come alive under her skilled hands was that of a falcon, strong and majestic, with two horribly mangled and broken wings, locked in a song bird cage and sitting on the bird swing twitting out a happy tune. She groaned audibly before shucking the sketchpad across the room, where it bounced off the wall and landed on her armoire with a thud.
It was still very early in the night, the sun had only just sank below the mountain caps, but Ani felt it was best to turn in for the night. Dragging her large suitcase out from under the bed, she retrieved an oversized man-tank and a pair of sweatpants to change into. Before she rezipped the suitcase back up, she spied something in the bottom half hidden under her jeans. Reaching in and retrieving the heavy object, Anita saw that it was the bottle of tequila she had stolen from her mother's liquor cabinet for her and Lei to celebrate going home. She shook her head, understanding that the liquor cabinet had been yet another ruse to complete the 'we are a totally human family' routine. Snagging the shot glass that had been lifted along with the alcohol, Ani crammed the suitcase back under the bed and left the drinking set on the night stand so she could change clothes. Her and that tequila were going to be really good friends tonight.
The seal on the tequila had barely been broken before a knock sounded at the door. Anita weighed out the option of just not answering and hoping whoever it was just went away, but a second round of knocking indicated she would get no peace until this person was dealt with.
"Come in!" She yelled over her shoulder before remembering she didn't need to yell in this place. That was a habit that was going to take a long time to break. Not that she didn't have all the time in the world now. The bedroom door slowly opened to reveal Legolas, and Anita prayed that her eyes were no longer that tell-tale red.
"You did not meet me this morning." He didn't enter her room entirely, just haunted the doorway like an invisible force was keeping him out, "When you did not join us for dinner I felt compelled to check on your wellbeing."
"I'm fine." She tried to be nonchalant, even added a shrug to her statement for effect. But the look on his face indicated he wasn't buying any of her bullshit either. With a wave of her hand, Ani granted him permission to enter and then went to close the door behind him. Returning to her earlier position on the bed, she patted the empty space next to her as an open invitation for Legolas to join her.
"Leila told me." Legolas confessed, making himself comfortable on the bed next to Ani, but not too close. After yesterday's events Legolas was trying to behave himself while not giving the girl any hints that he had a sexual attraction to her.
"Ah ha," Ani nodded her head as she her pursed lips. "It's funny that she sent you to do try and talk to me. Normally people send her when I'm 'in a mood'."
"Your eyes are red." His off topic observation caught her off guard, and she quickly snapped her head around to look away from him, a sad attempt to hide what he had already seen. Naturally he noticed, much to Anita's chagrin. She could have lied, tried to sweep it under the rug, blame it on allergies or something, but it would have done no good.
"A month ago I swore I had a handle on my life, now I'm just kind of floating along letting the current take me wherever. I know I have to move forward with life, but where do I even begin?"
"The beauty of having no direction in life is that you can choose any direction in life."
"Sounds like something off of a motivational poster you would see in a guidance counselors' office." She laughed at her own little joke while Legolas just stared at her quizzically.
"So the question remains; which direction to choose?"
"Whichever one…" Ani leaned over and grabbed the tequila bottle from the night stand, " leads me to the inside of this here bottle, and the free prize at the bottom."
"Prize?"
"Drunken oblivion." He frowned at her response. "What? It's been freeing people of the need to make decisions for hundreds of years."
"But it will not heal the whole in your heart."
Anita stopped halfway through filling the shot glass she had, the strong smell the amber liquid gave off quickly filled the room. She closed her eyes in an attempt to hide the look of pain they held, and took a deep inhale to steady her breathing before she spoke softly, " I just want one night. One night where I don't have to think about the fact that my life up til now has been a lie I can never go back to. One night where I don't have to fight to hold myself together, when I can fall to pieces and no one will judge me, and I can pick myself up the next day and put me back together. One night when I don't feel… abandoned. Tomorrow I'll pick myself up, dust myself off, and find something to do with myself for the rest of forever. But just….give me tonight?"
Legolas would have pitied her if such a thing were possible, but he knew Anita was too fearsome a creature to pity, so instead he sympathized. He was after all in Rivendell searching for the same kind of reprieve from his own frustrations in life. Ani accepted his silence as his permission and continued to fill the shot glass. Wordlessly she lifted the full glass and took the shot, letting the amber liquid burn its way down her throat. Legolas watched as she immediately poured another glass, but was shocked when she passed it to him instead of drinking it herself.
"That will do little good, Elves do not feel the effects of alcohol." But Ani wasn't having any of his excuses.
"That's because you haven't tried this shit yet." And again she tried to pass him the glass, this time though he accepted. He held it up to examine the drink in the light of the nearby oil lamps before he finally consented, driven by pure impulse, and took the drink. The flavor and strength of the alcohol was a surprise to him, and he forcibly had to swallow the liquid. The disgusted face he made drew giggles from Ani.
"That is a vile substance. " Gladly he surrendered the shot glass back to Anita who was still laughing at his expense.
"Wimp." She mumbled and downed the shot she had just poured herself. It really only took the two shots before she started to feel that tingly bubble sensation under skin. Not that she was surprised that the tequila had a fast effect on her, she hadn't eaten all day in her depressed state and in all fairness it wasn't like she was a heavy drinker to begin with. But it was a welcome feeling.
"I'm glad you turned out not to be a pompous self-indulgent ass clown." Clamping a hand over her mouth to prevent more words from flying free, Anita was aghast she had just blurted that out. Yes she had been thinking it for a few days now, but it had only been the impulse of the moment and alcoholic influence that finally ripped it out of her.
Legolas was taken aback momentarily by her sudden utterance but was overtaken by laughter at her honesty. "Well I am glad you turned out not to have the personality of a troll." The pair collapsed into a fit of giggles that left their sides aching and took more than a few minutes for them to collect themselves. Once they had finally calmed down, Ani passed Legolas his second shot.
"I swear you are the only thing keeping me sane here."
"And you will surely be the force that makes me lose my sanity." Legolas more willingly gulped his shot of tequila down and passed the glass back to his female counterpart, who snatched it out of his outstretched hand and filled it again with alcohol.
"Well then I'll drink to lost sanity!" She raised the glass to her lips, but another random fit of hysterical laughs made it impossible to ingest and in fact caused her to spill some liquid from the overly full glass.
By a will of their own, Legolas' eyes followed the path of a single drop of the amber fluid as it fell from the rim of the glass and landed squarely on the swell of Anita's breast. It was a sight he had been actively avoiding since entering the room, since the cut and size of her shirt paired with the lack of bra gave Legolas a view which left little to be imagined. He had to remind himself that she was just a girl, that she was Elladan's daughter, and perhaps most importantly; Gandalf had threatened his wellbeing if he touched her. He had been reminding himself of that consistently since their rendezvous at the mountain spring.
Legolas swallowed hard and demanded his eyes look away, no matter how welcome the view really was. He demanded that his blood not run so hot, and he demanded that his own body not react to the sight of her visible cleavage. It seemed his body wasn't in the mood to take orders and the voices of his conscience soon faded into the background, drowning underneath the sound of his blood pulsing in his ears.
Anita set down the shot glass when she realized she had spilled on herself, and reached her hand up to wipe the single drop from its perch on her breast. Before her hand was capable of completing its task, it was stopped mid motion by the grip of strong fingers around her wrist. Opening her mouth to protest, the only sound to escape her lips was a shocked gasp as Legolas dipped his head and licked the single drop of amber liquid from the swell of her breast.
In the next instant his mouth was on hers, hungry and needy. There was a part of Anita's brain that wanted it to stop, that knew this was impulsive and brash, a part of her brain that was desperately trying to be her voice of reason. But it was one voice being drowned out by every other fiber of her being that really wanted this.
Legolas was trying to regain some semblance of control, telling himself that he could stop anytime, even as his mouth greedily overtook Anita's. He believed it too, that he could stop as soon as he was done tasting the sweetness of her mouth. He believed himself, that was, until Anita snagged his bottom lip between her teeth and bit him, completely unhinging the young elf prince from his sense of reality. With a feral growl, Legolas roughly he pushed her shoulders down forcing her form to lie across the bed. Sliding his hand underneath the hem of her shirt, he ripped the fabric over her head in one swift motion and tossed it into the abyss that lay beyond the sheets.
Anita let out a little sound of pleasure when his hands non too gently found her soft mounds and began to work the liquid flesh under his fingers. Reaching up, Ani's surprisingly nimble finger began to unhook the claps on the front of Legolas' tunic, with very little difficulty. When the final hook came undone, she sat up slightly so she could pull the opened shirt off his shoulders and bare his naked torso. His tunic joined her shirt somewhere on the floor beyond their care. Since seeing his chiseled body at the mountain spring, Ani had been tempted by the idea of running her fingers over his muscles. And that exactly what she did. Starting at the base of his collar bone, she started to run her fingers down across his chest; gently at first, but when his fingers started to tease her the skin right above the top of her sweatpants, her fingers curled so she instead was dragging nails down his skin leaving little trails of pink, marking him, and drawing a hiss of arousal from his lips.
Hooking his fingers over the top of her sweatpants and panties together, Legolas tugged on her last remaining bits of clothing, pulling them off together to throw aside, and leaving her stark naked on the bed. She began to tug on the ties of his pants, trying to free the hardness she could feel pressed against her hip from its prison. After only a second of her fumbling with the unfamiliar knot, Legolas took over and easily undid the tie, allowing Ani to sit back and take in the full effect of his amazing physique as he slid his pants off. Timidly, she outreached her hand and wrapped unsure fingers around the length of his manhood causing him to buck against her hand with a groan.
For how much he had fought against this baser urge, Legolas couldn't wait a moment longer. He hooked one of her legs over his elbow and spreads her thighs apart opening her up to him. He thrust himself deep inside her, forcing a cry of ecstasy from her and a moan of satisfaction from him as he buried himself inside her willing body up to the hilt. He began to slide himself in and out of her at a pace that was urgent to the point of being desperate.
It was surreal for him, like being out of body, with no control over what he was doing. His thrusts were wild and powerful, never before had he been so brutal a lover, but the way Ani was lifting her hips to parry his ever thrust was inviting him to keep up his jarring pace. And with every matched thrust of her hips there came a moan of pleasure which only served to fuel his own excitement, calling up a primal need from within him. She didn't suffer from any of the Elvish stoicism, she had little practice in hiding what she felt, so every wave of ecstasy that pushed her closer to the edge was written clearly across her facial features and woven into the sounds escaping her lips.
When her gasps became more urgent , Legolas knew Ani was drawing near her release. Gripping her hips, he angled her into the perfect position for him to stroke that sensitive hidden area, drawing louder cries. He had been fighting his own release practically since he had felt her warmth encase the entirety of his manhood. Ani's arms wrapped around his shoulders, pulling him closer against her, further inside her. When Legolas felt her tense under him, he gave one final powerful thrust into her wetness, forcing a loud throaty scream to come from the woman underneath him and her nails to dig into his shoulder. He knew there would be marks tomorrow if she hadn't already drawn blood. Her inner walls constricted against his thrusting hardness as she screamed out her orgasm, encouraging him to enter into the same gratifying release. His hips bucked one last time before his own orgasm overtook him.
Legolas collapsed on top of her smaller frame, the silence of the room closing in around them. The deafening silence made the sound of their breathing matched with Ani's occasional whisper of "oh my god" seem far louder than they actually were. He lay there with her, feeling her rapid heartbeat against his chest and listening to the uneven pattern in her breathing. He lay there tangled in her limbs until her whispers faded out and both her heartbeat and breathing returned to a normal pace. Unwrapping himself from her arms and legs, he sat up and was surprised to find that Ani had fallen asleep.
Legolas got up and searched around for his scattered clothing items, and dressed himself as quickly as he could manage while attempting to be quiet enough not to wake the sleeping girl. Once he was fully clothed, the elf returned to the bed so as to adjust Ani's sleeping figure, allowing him to pull the blanket over her naked form. Satisfied that she was comfortable, Legolas stole away out of her bedroom like a shadow, the guilt already starting to swallow him whole.
Giving In-Adema