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 28: Trying Not To Love You
Anita was well aware of the fact that she was going to be in a hell of a lot of trouble. Her little stunt at the dinner table was a bad reflection on her family and Elvish society as a whole, and her father –or grandfather, depending on who got to her first- was sure to tell her that much. Wandering the gardens after excusing herself rudely from the table gave her plenty of time to think about her actions, and try to gauge the level of retribution bound to come her way. Except for the part where she would have to sit through a lecture and probably be grounded for a while, Ani didn't care. Yes being punished sucked, but there was an overwhelming sense of being liberated that had taken over her the second she had picked that knife up to threaten Boromir with it.
The elation that came with the sense of freedom, which usually followed after she had broken a societal tradition, had her riding high…if only temporarily. She would come crashing down from that sense of indomitability as soon as they found her. Anita wasn't hiding, but knowing that her father would want to talk to her as soon as everyone else had finished dinner, she was merely avoiding the places she normally frequented…like the house.
The sun had disappeared well behind the mountains, meaning at least a few hours had passed since dinner and her not-so-discretionary assault on the son of the Steward. Ani weighed out the odds that her father was still looking for her and whether or not she should remain in the safety of the garden or risk going back into the house. Vying in the face of acceptable public conduct had not only left her with a sense of the girl she used to be, liberated and free from social pressure, but it also left her feeling a bit ballsy too. Sneaking back into her own house was exactly the kind of thing that in her puckish state of mind she was itching to do.
Ani took the scenic route, using back hallways and stairwells that were the most indirect way to get back to her own private quarters. With no small amount luck, she was able to scuttle around any encounters with other members of the household before quietly tip toeing through her doorway. As silently as she could manage, Anita shut the door behind her and slid the lock into place. There was a tense moment while she held her breath, waiting to see if there came a knock or any indication that her presence was noticed. But there was nothing; no knock, no one calling her name, no wrath of her father. A short quick sigh escaped her lips as she understood that, at least for tonight, she had evaded being caught. Tomorrow she probably wouldn't be so lucky.
Walking over to her vanity, Ani picked up her brush and began her nightly routine of brushing out her long obsidian colored locks, as she always did before dressing for bed. Even before she had run the brush through her hair all the way one time, there was a strange sensation prickling the back of her neck. She couldn't hear him, and she couldn't see him; but his presence was something she felt with every nerve ending in her entire body.
"I am more of an Elf now than I was seven years ago, you cannot really hope to sneak up on me by hiding in the shadow of the curtains." Glancing through her vanity mirror at the reflection over her shoulder, Anita wasn't surprised to see Legolas materialize out of the shadows near her balcony window. There was no break in the rhythm of the brush running through her hair as they locked eyes through the polished metal. Seeing the prince here, having snuck into her bedroom through the window, sent a very familiar tremor through her body.
They continued to stare at each other, the heavy silence filled the void between them. Just like in the graveyard earlier that day, the words they wanted to say but couldn't taunted them mercilessly. Finally Anita set the brush down, sick of the silence and sick of the misery that silence entailed.
"I didn't wait around for seven years on the off chance you were coming back."
"I know." His voice was quiet, and he never took his eyes off her as he took a slow step forward. Turning around to face him head on instead of hiding behind the reflection, Anita stubbornly stepped in his direction.
"I have a life here. I kept my mouth shut, and played by the rules, tried my damnedest to keep everyone else around me happy. I don't need you."
"I know." Legolas responded again in his quiet demure way, but there was an unmistakable strain in his voice as he tried to hold back. The prince took two more slow steps in her direction, shrinking the gap so that, with very little effort, they could have reached out and touched each other.
"But if I'm being honest, I was really miserable without you here."
Legolas took one final step towards her, his voice husky as he only managed to gasp out, "Anita…" before cupping her face in both his large hands and drawing her forward to crush his mouth against hers. The reservoir broke open with the touch of their lips, and seven years' worth of bottled up needs and desire came crashing out with no semblance of control. Anita reached up and threaded her fingers into his feather lite blonde hair, their mouths fighting for dominance. One of his hands worked its way down to the small of her back, pressing her smaller frame against him with immeasurable force. Already Ani could feel her lips swelling with the force of the kiss, and if Legolas continued to smash her body against his like this, she was sure there would be bruises there too.
Pushing her backwards, Anita's backside collided with the edge of her vanity. Untwisting one of her hands of his hair, the girl took a cue from Legolas' body language and reached behind her to swipe her few personal belongings from the top. In one swing of her arm, everything that had been on the table clattered to the floor in a symphony of unnatural noises; the only sounds to break up the silence in the room, other than the panting breaths the two elves took between all-consuming kisses. With the surface cleared, Legolas gripped Ani's hips in his hands and hoisted her up to sit on the desk, leveling out their hip lines. He didn't wait for any further encouragement before starting to slide her dress up her legs, and sidle his hands across her thighs.
Ani gasped at the feel of his skin on hers, though the sound was masked by the melding of their mouths. Their kiss never broke as Legolas hooked his fingers in her panties and pulled them off with no resistance from her. He tossed the unwanted garment aside before undoing the front of his own trousers. Anita's skin was humming with the anticipation and the raw need of they were doing. Every wall she had built up, every reason she had come up with in the last seven years to not do this, crumbled the very second he had kissed her; and now there was nothing holding her back from the thing she wanted most. Him.
She felt his throbbing manhood press up against her heated center, and with no reservations about her actions, she opened herself up to him like a flower. Their continued kiss was doing a masterful job of covering up the unconscious sounds they made, as they simultaneously let out a moan of satisfaction as Legolas fully entered her. There was no need to reacquaint themselves with each other's bodies… they remembered. It was forever burned into their memories; every curve, every feature, every expression was forever indented in their minds. He remembered that she loved to relinquish control to him, and she remembered how he reacted to the feel of her nails on his back. The pace of his thrusting was arduous and punishing, and everything they both desired.
Even with their kiss concealing the moans and gasps they made as they surrendered their bodies with abandon to passion, the rhythmic pounding of the wooden table against the wall would surely alert everyone to their activities. And neither one had a care to give. They continued to push each other toward release, lost in their ecstasy, unaware of anything but the sensations their coupling brought about. Anita could feel her release barreling down on her already, seven years' worth of libido screaming for fulfillment. Her fingers worked their way back into his hair, pulling him even closer to her as if she meant to devour him. Every muscle in her body tensed, thrumming with the expectancy of completion. Her lips broke away from his as she threw her head back and cried out, her voice filling the room around them as her body gave into the rolling orgasm that hit her. Legolas buried his face in her chest with a groan as a shudder rippled through his form, heralding his own peak.
Both Legolas and Anita remained stationary, panting as they reveled in the aftermath of their release. The wave of endorphins enveloped them in a state of bliss; pure unadulterated bliss. They needed mere moments to recover before their bodies signaled the readiness to continue their amorous activities. As the moon and stars wheeled their way overhead, successfully completing a full arch across the sky; the two elves remained locked in each other's arms making up for the past seven years. The whole night was spent making love, with only short rests between their couplings. By the time the sun had begun to peak itself over the mountain tops, a new day riding in on its coattails, the lovers had worn each other out fully and Anita had drifted off into a gentle sleep.
A chilled autumn breeze blew in through the window, rustling the heavy curtains and tickling across Ani's exposed naked flesh. Opening her eyes, she was greeted by sunlight filtering its way into the room between the moving curtains. A contented full-bodied sigh was paired with a stretch as the girl rolled over in bed, looking for Legolas. She didn't remember at what point they had finally made it to the bed during the night, but she did remember a night wrapped in these sheets with the Prince of Mirkwood. She groaned in disappointment when a quick search revealed that the other side of the bed was in fact empty. Sitting up slightly, Ani caught sight of the elf sitting at the foot of the bed, halfway dressed, and not looking nearly as pleased as she felt.
"We should not have done that." Legolas didn't even turn to look at her, his eyes locked steadfastly on his intertwined fingers.
Anita tousled her messy hair and chuckled at his guilty statement, "Which time?"
Legolas turned and gave her a look accented with a cocked eyebrow before he stood up and began looking for his shirt, the only part of his ensemble still missing. Anita would have helped him is she could but ,honestly, she couldn't remember where she had tossed it to after ripping it off his well-toned and muscled torso. Not to mention she was currently enjoying the view from bed as he walked around her bedroom shirtless. " Anita it was a mistake. We should not have been together in such a manner."
"Do you really believe that, or is that what they want you to believe?" Ani emphasized they word 'they' with a wide sweeping gesture at the rest of the house. Wrapping the sheets around her to cover up her nakedness, she placed her feet on the cold stone floor and stood up. "This society is controlled by rules and fear, and I am done letting them dictate my life to me. This wasn't a mistake for me, I knew what I was doing and I have zero regrets about last night. If you really believe that what happened last night was a mistake…then there's the door. Don't let it hit you on the way out."
Having found and retrieved his shirt from the floor, Legolas sucked a puff of air between his teeth before responding. "This can only end with me hurting you, and that is the last thing in this world that I desire."
"I've been hurt, and I survived. That first day, after you left to go back to Mirkwood…it was the loneliest, most godforsaken day of my life. My entire family, this whole town was mad at me, and I had never felt more alone in my entire existence. I survived, and I can do it again. But the reality is that my best memories of this world all have you in them.I don't have to hide anything about myself when I'm with you. So yes I will survive without you, but I'd rather survive with you. I have a life here now, a place in this world that I worked very hard to earn; but I'll trade all that back if it means I can have you instead. To hell with what society thinks and to hell with making everyone else happy."
Legolas started to pull his arms through the sleeves of his tunic. "Ani I cannot ask that of you."
"You don't have to. I know what I want and I've made my choices accordingly… maybe it's time you do the same." A sly thought entered her mind, one sure to get his attention. Dropping the sheet that was wrapped around her body to reveal her full naked figure, she gave him an ultimatum. "Now I am going to take a bath, you can either join me or you can get the hell out. Choice is yours."
With that she sauntered off in the direction of the bathroom, fully aware that his eyes trailed her every movement. Legolas stood there like a scarecrow, his tunic only partially pulled on when he had frozen to watch her little display. He had watched her walk across the room until she had disappeared through the doorway to the adjoined bathroom. The prince swallowed thickly as his eyes alternated between looking at the bedroom door and his determination to take the high road and turn from his sins, and the doorway which the object of his affection had just gone through. His brain screamed at him to focus on his duty now that he had gotten his desires out of his system, but like most of his battles with Anita; this was one he would lose. Legolas allowed the tunic to slide back off his shoulders and into a pile on the stone floor, he would have no use of it today. As much as he wanted to argue, to take the road of righteousness and follow the rules that had been ingrained in him from the day of his birth; he had to agree with Ani as he followed her into the bathroom. To hell with making everyone else happy.
Trying Not to Love You- Nickleback