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.

Chapter 15: The Devil's Own

The hardest part about keeping any secret was disguising the evidence, and that's what was staring Anita in the face. Evidence. She sighed as she gazed over her shoulder into the polished mirror on her vanity. It looked like she had been mauled by a kitten. Bruises and scratches scrawled across the pale skin, like cracks in a china plate. Her rendezvous with Legolas in the cave yesterday had felt some very obvious proof of their escapades. Just thinking about their wild sex sent tingles down to her nether regions

Anita couldn't think of a single believable lie that would explain away the presence of the damage done to her back by the cave wall. Her only real choice was to try and cover the minor injuries and hope that no one noticed how tore up she was. To make matters worse, Anita had just gotten up the energy to wash her clothes- no small feat in a time and place where washing machines don't exist- and they were still drying. That left her with two choices; firstly, she could risk going to breakfast in a tank top and try to dodge around the questions about her back, or she could wear that stupid dress. Elladan had the dressmaker create the abomination for her, which wasn't real hard to do without her consent since her and Leila were the same size.

Really with the two choices laid in front of her like that, Ani would have rather have just stayed in her room all day, or at least until one of her t-shirts was dry enough to wear. She knew she couldn't do that though, mostly because her avoiding the family would raise questions.

"Dammit," she mumbled to no one in particular. In all fairness there really was only one choice. It pained her to have to drag the garment out from it place hidden in the armoire. Maybe it wouldn't have been so bad if her father has chosen a color she liked but the dress was an awful silver blue color that made Ani want to gag. Despite the color choice though, the dress was light and flowy but had a high collar in the back, covering all the red marks that gave away her dirty little secret.

Once she had changed though, Ani wished she had just opted to stay in her room. Seriously she looked like she was trying out for a part in Disney on Ice, and it bothered her on a very core level. All she had to do was survive meal times though, and in between having to face her family she could hide out in her bedroom and continue to work on painting. It took all her willpower just to open the door and face the outside world dressed in such a manner. She couldn't remember the last time she had worn a dress, even as a little girl her mother had been merciful and let her pick her own outfits.

Walking down to the dining room, she prayed to whoever was listening that her family would at least have the decency NOT to say anything about the dress. For a moment as she entered the dining area, Anita thought that maybe some cosmic force had heard her. Everyone in the room fell silent when they saw her arrive in such a state, most at the table knew better than to comment on her garb and the ones that didn't know better were too stunned to speak up. Then there was Elladan.

"Nice to see you wearing something appropriate for a change." Ani sighed heavily in response to Elladan's comment, good grief she hadn't even sat down yet and he was starting in on her. Taking her seat, she glanced across the table at Legolas who met her gaze with sympathetic eyes.

"Don't get used to it." With that she could have left well enough alone, but she couldn't help getting one last word in. She knew darn right well he could hear her, but she mumbled for effect, "I don't know why you all are afraid of anything different."

Elladan slowly drew his eyes away from his breakfast plate to look at his daughter's face, she had hit a nerve with him, and everyone could see the proof on his face. "What did you say?"

"I said that you all are afraid of anything that's different." Anita raised her voice in defiance.

"It would seem something weighs heavy on your heart. Feel free to unburden yourself." It was a dare, Ani knew that as surely as she knew the sky was blue. He wasn't offering a listening ear or a comforting shoulder to cry on; Elladan was offering her the opportunity to change her attitude.

"What is so wrong with who I am that I have to change?"

Elladan was almost relieved by the simplicity of the question. "There is nothing wrong with you child, but there are rules here that one is expected to conform to, and seeing as how your stay here is permanent; as a daughter of this household you are expected be a shining example of propriety."

"What about a shining example of fatherhood?"

"Anita!"

Ani ignored her sister's hiss of indignation at her boldness, and charged right on ahead to zing her father again. "If I follow your example maybe I should wait eighteen years before I amend my ways."

It became a stare down at that point, Elladan and Anita glaring at each other over the array of food, willing the other to break eye contact first. The rest of the company sat in an awkward silence, watching the stand-off between father and daughter and betting who would break first. The seconds ticked by, the air becoming tenser as time went on. It was finally Elladan who broke the silence.

"Child while you are in this household you will abide by the rules that have been laid out for you. Now I have been forgiving up to this point as you and your sister have become accustomed to your new lives here but I think perhaps the time has come for you to meet up to your expectations."

"You can take your 'expectations'," Anita's voice was thickly laced with deep burning hatred which had remained dormant in the time she had been avoiding her father and befriending Legolas, and now boiled free, "write them down on a piece of paper, crumple that paper up, and shove it up your asshole."

It was the last straw, and everyone at the table knew it too. She realized she had finally pushed Elladan's patience past it breaking point as he slammed an open hand on the table, "That is enough! Anita you are excused from the table, and I think perhaps you should take the day to think over how you address your elders."

"Fine by me," Her proud rebellious attitude wouldn't let him have this victory, no way. "I've lost my appetite anyhow."

Ani hastily stood up then, straight back and jaw set tightly, defiant to the last. She had been prepared to storm out riding high on her cloud of indomitability; but she didn't even take a single step before her father addressed her again.

"Anita." She didn't even turn to look at him when he bit her name out like it was a curse word, the only indication she listening was that she gave pause in her movements. "The appropriate way to dismiss yourself is to bow and designate the men at the table as 'my lords' as a matter of respect before you leave."

Adding insult to injury, that's what Elladan was trying to do. He felt like he had won this round when he dismissed her from the table, and now he wanted to rub it in. The passive part of herself told Anita that she should just do it, let Elladan win this round and move on with the day… that was a part of herself Ani didn't listen to very often.

"I will show you the respect that the title gives you, when you have earned it." She didn't wait to see the effect her statement had on the people at the table, she strode out of the room with her head held high and her shoulders squared. Somewhere inside, where her cortex of reason was able to peek out from behind the overbearing clouds of pride, she knew she was just compounding her problems with her father. All the stupid rules about propriety and how to live, it's no wonder Legolas had been so uptight when they had first met!

Arguments like that made the young girl all the more thankful to have grown up in her mother's household. Naturally as a teenager she hadn't appreciated her mother as she should have, but Ani swore if and when she saw her mom again she would show that woman all the gratitude she deserved. Her friends in Tucson had always told her that her mom was the "cool" mom, because she never ever made decisions for Leila and Ani, she had always let them live how they had wanted to live. This explained how Anita had ended up with purple streaks in her hair, and an eyebrow ring, and why at seventeen her mother had taken her to go get birth control. After two months here, it wouldn't shock Anita at all to learn that the ridiculous rules about how to live were part of the reason her mother and father's marriage had fallen apart. Her stomach twisted to think how different she would be if she had been raised here.

Knowing that Elladan wanted her to go back to her room, Anita chose not to return to her little sanctuary. Instead she went to the secluded music den where she could blow off some of her anger and frustration in solitude. Music had always been how she had blown off steam; it was one of the few things that no matter how agitated or pissed she was, music could defuse it in only a few seconds.

Normally, anyway.

However seeing the piano, resting there pristine and beautiful like it had just been bought, only fueled her frustration more. Stepping over to the piano, Ani rested her finger on the smooth clean black surface of the case. She wanted to smash it to pieces and then burn the splintered remains. This was the door prize for having a father, who after being absent for eighteen years, wanted to change everything about who she was? Maybe if he had been around to raise his children she would have turned out more to his liking, she thought to herself ruefully. Dragging her fingers across the surface, Anita left a trail of finger smudges to mare the perfect surface. Tarnished and imperfect she sneered at the defect, just like me. Mirthlessly she mused to herself that now that the piano wasn't perfect on the outside her father wouldn't love it either.

Anita was so caught up in her sea of loathing she failed to notice the other presence that had joined her in the room. It wasn't until her hips were roughly pushed up against the piano and her arms were gripped from behind that she found she wasn't alone. The pair of hands gripping her arms slid down her forearms until they grasped her wrists and slammed her open palms back down on the black surface of the piano.

"When I have earned it?" Legolas' voice would have sounded almost threatening repeating back her earlier words if Anita hadn't felt his hardness pressing against her backside. The elf prince couldn't deny that watching Ani be defiant to her father's face had inexplicably turned him on. She hadn't just been resistant to her father's authority; the girl had been vindictive…. and Legolas was finding that to be an oddly attractive trait in the girl. He knew their position here was risky, and what he was planning on doing was even more so, but the idea of flirting with danger was titillating.

To show that she was on the same train of thought, Anita pushed her bum against the hard bulge at the front of his pants, drawing an appreciative groan from the elf. Their little arrangement to fulfill their sexual needs was a playing with fire, but to have sex in the house where her family resided? Straight up stupid. And it was making both of them hot and bothered.

His breath tickled the back of her neck, sending shivers down her spine , fueling the urgency of what they were about to do. She bent forward on the piano slightly, a silent invitation for Legolas to hurry along. The prince didn't need any more encouragement, and Ani felt the back of the dress sliding up her legs, adding to already growing anticipation. His gentle fingers slid up the back of her thighs as he bunched the dress up around her waist and Ani elicited a gasp of encouragement.

Harshly he pulled her panties down to mid-thigh, and the sound of his pants fabric rustling was the only indication she received that he was as ready to go as she was. Legolas entered her from behind as she gave a throaty gasp, the angle allowing him to stroke her inner pleasure spot directly. Ani bit down hard on her bottom lip trying to suppress the whimpers of delight that escaped her every time Legolas thrust into her. She closed her eyes as their pace continued to speed up, her hips firmly pressed against the piano and her fingers curling against the black surface in an attempt to ground herself to reality. The combination of the danger factor and new sex position already had Anita near her release.

Legolas' urgent thrusts slowed to a snail's pace without warning, earning him a sound of disapproval from the woman bent over the piano in front of him.

"Say it."

Her brown eyes snapped open as she understood what he was commanding her to do. He had her. How could she deny him now in this position, knowing she was so close to her release? It was a choice between Anita's pride and her pleasure, and right now that wasn't much of a choice. Her pride was just going to have to take a hit.

"My lord." It was barely a shaky whisper, her voice hoarse from trying to contain her moans. But it was enough to earn her a hard deep thrust from behind.

"Louder," the elf demanded through clenched teeth, the slow pace an obvious torment for him too.

"My lord." The words tumbled out as a guttural moan. Her nerves were screaming for reprieve from this torment, anything if he would just let her finish.

"Louder Anita." If this kept up every one in the house would surely know what they were doing, and the knowledge of that was a bizarre stimulant for them both.

"My lord!" Her voice rose and Legolas rewarded her by picking up the speed of his thrusting, his strong hands moving to her hips to angle them for better penetration. Ani's breathing was rapidly becoming erratic and her body began to tremble with the nearness of her orgasm.

"Louder!"

"MY LORD!" Her cries filled the room and hallways beyond as her orgasm barreled over her, it was enough to push Legolas on to his own climax. She laid her full weight against the sturdy piano frame, her whole body shaking in the aftermath of the release. Legolas adjusted their clothing to cover up their amorous activities as Anita tried to get her breathing back under control. Wrapping an arm around her middle, Legolas pulled Anita up into a standing position but allowed her to rest the better part of her weight against his toned chest.

"Do not ever forget," he leaned forward to whisper in her ear, "that I am your lord."

With that statement he released his grip on her and left the room, leaving her standing there to shiver in the wake of his words. What had happened certainly wouldn't be considered love-making in anyone's book, it barely qualified as just sex… it was too brutish for that. It had been harder and more urgent than their other encounters had been, so it could hardly be filed in the same category as them. Ani didn't really know what to make of what happened in the music room.

But she had loved it.

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