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Author's Note:
Warning: Concepts contained in this chapter include lewd moments! You have been warned! ;)
This is a LegoRomance (slow-burn)
~ LXXXV: Tonight you are Mine! ~
Caras Galadhon, 3019 TA, April 15th
Pain and rage had filled his soul's emptiness and void. As he hurried away from his father, he was still pressing his palm on the wound. It was not going to be as tranquil as the elf had anticipated. His intention was to spend some time with the human in order to forget the darkness they had both suffered and to accompany Arwen to her king along the road. It should be a peaceful and dream-filled moment of happiness.
He was aware that Mirkwood and several other locations would continue to be plagued by orcs and other beasts, so he resolved to help those in need. He and Gimli would always be there to help Elessar on his perilous trip, and they would respond whenever he need assistance. However, he wanted to return to Mirkwood to assist his father. Once he left home, he promised himself he would never again play the prince's game.
Now that he had regained his composure and saw what darkness can do to other kings and nobility, he was concerned about his father and his home. Along the journey, he would seek answers regarding the death of his mother. And he had meticulously planned and structured everything in his head. He even desired in secret that the human would accompany him on his new travels. Because she had become a close friend of equal importance to Gimli and Elessar.
And just when everything seemed peaceful and well-organized, chaos broke out and led to his downfall. There was no longer any calm inside him, just sorrow, rage, and despondency. He had to immediately pursue Uagz and make him pay for the murder of his mother. He did not care about the cost; he was willing to die trying. This was the sole relevant plan.
He was a fool to assume that his father would finally reason with him and communicate. He treated him as if he were an infant who did not understand how the world operated. Surely he did not live as long as his father, nor did he experience the same suffering and gloom as him. However, he believed he would have his support. After all, he was merely discussing his mother, so why was it improper? Why was Thranduil so pessimistic about Legolas discovering the truth?
Now, fresh ideas were developing and taking over his head. Perhaps he was responsible for his mother's death. Perhaps this was the reason why his father wanted to get his own retribution. Infuriated, Legolas tightened his fists and gazed at the blurry scene in front of him. He was uncertain as to how long he would be able to maintain self-control. He realised he needed to settle down and return with Arwen to Minas Tirith.
He wanted to attend Elessar's coronation and need his counsel. If Aragorn and Gimli had been there, he would have spoken to them and they would have helped to calm him down. Even if he did not trouble them with his sadness, their presence and the knowledge that they would support him were sufficient. Obviously, he had more friends in Lothlórien, including the twins and Arwen. But Legolas was unable to discuss the loss of his mother with them. It would simply prompt them to recall their mother.
Thankfully, his desperation did not lead him to treat his friend so brutally. This person was the only one remaining and the one he wanted to see at this time. She would be sufficient to enrage him and make him forget his suffering. How bizarre it was that he had become such an important figure in his life. This was what he needed. Before he went wild, he had to go and find her.
He took a step back and jumped from the Mallorn-tree in a harsh and ungainly manner. He began to observe her in many locations where they had spent time together. His mind and emotions were consumed by the recollections. He got blinded by his escalating rage and a new intoxicating emotion that increased his desire for her. Legolas had never experienced so many emotional ups and downs.
It both burnt his inner soul and awoke secret filthy impulses he was previously unaware he had. The search lasted longer than necessary until he recalled that she had been granted a room the previous time they were in Lothlórien. There was a good chance of finding her there. His wound continued to ache, but he no longer paid heed since the suffering inside him was more excruciating.
He ascended the stairs while ignoring the Galadhrim elves that were there. Because he was intent on discovering the human, he did not want to discuss his concerns or engage in a lengthy chat with her. Not tonight, no Tonight, he merely wanted her company, not as a friend. No! He desired her as his lover; he wanted Xena to be his. And if he were not permitted to have such ideas, he would allow himself to be pampered and self-centred today.
It did not take him long and he had located her chamber and knocked on the door. He was wearing a large robe that had been prepared by the healers, and he was barefoot. His long silver hair hung free and twisted on his back, unbraided. Under his eyes were black blotches, and he had a crazed expression that did not conceal his rage and desire to possess her.
Xena was not in a different mental condition; she had also fled from her father while immersed in her own confused thoughts. She was unable to comprehend that she was from Middle-earth, that she was an elleth, and that Elrond was her father. She felt as if life had cornered her and smacked her in the face. Now she had a father, siblings, and a place she could call home. It was foolish.
Who could just send her away to experience a different reality, family, and friends? How was she able to forgive Elrond? She was unable to... She never would! She was furious, not just with her father but also with herself. Because new ideas were arising, she was experiencing fantasies and cravings once again, and he was to blame. It was his fault that she had a second chance at life.
She was, nevertheless, happy to have met her family and friends. If she were requested to live the same life again, she would comply. Because she would once again be surrounded by her friends and family. Such instances caused her to miss Gabrielle. She would be able to communicate with her, and they would be able to find a suitable solution together. Now that she was alone with her rage and her cravings, however, nothing good could come of it.
She needed to strike someone or find some method to expel the accumulated steam from her body. She considered the twins and Arwen, but now since they were linked by blood, she was hesitant to confront them. Gimli was not present, nor was Aragorn; these two always had excellent advice to share. But anytime she needed a distraction to escape her own troubling thoughts, she was unable to find one.
She stopped, smirked at herself, and recalled that Legolas existed. However, since he was wounded and sleeping in the healing wards, he was unable to be of much use to her. She was on the verge of yelling in rage and was nearly prepared to bring him back to her room and seduce him. The fire inside her was raging and wanted to strike her with force. She might use the unfortunate elf for her own amusement this once.
She was considering how she might rouse him and lure him back to her room when she heard a tap at the door. She approached while still imagining Legolas, and the elf in question was there in front of her door. As their eyes penetrated one other and they locked gazes, the stillness between them grew. Xena's face was going scarlet, and Legolas could feel his insides on fire.
He pulled her into her room and then shut the door. He was looking at her as if she were his prey, a creature he wanted to possess. Xena had never seen the elf in such a chaotic condition as he was exhibiting now. She may be concerned for him and discuss his situation, or she could be malicious and go along with his new meaningful game.
And ultimately, she chose to participate in this new game as a sinner. They continued to stare at one other for an additional long while, with her absorbing his memorable feeling of the forest and him gently sizing up her figure with his eyes. Both of them behaved like animals in heat. They had not spoken to one another and made no effort to praise what was to come. Both parties already knew.
Legolas walked as softly as before, his feet barely touching the hardwood floor and leaving no trace of his passage; but, on his journey to Xena, he discovered all the nutrition he need, and nothing else mattered. He encircled Xena with his left arm and drew her close. Even closer, he was aware that his hug could rescue her the majority of the time.
The elf inclined his head and drew closer to her, pressing his warm lips to hers. Her lips were frigid and icy, with a berry-like flavour. Xena placed her hands on his chest as she attempted to get away. Legolas pressed his lips firmly into hers. Wide-eyed, Xena attempted to play along as his victim. Yet, Legolas did not declare defeat. Not like that. Not so simple.
Moments passed before Xena closed her eyes and became absorbed in the kiss. The arms that encircled her finally felt familiar. The lips that were kissing her wanted to be kissed by her as well. As Legolas first kissed her, her pulse rate increased, and she even skipped a few beats. This emotion captivated her, and he was once again as brilliant as ever. Legolas interrupted the kiss minutes later when he ran out of breath. He kissed her forehead and drew her closer to himself.
Xena raised her arm and gradually parted his hair to show his face. Her eyes expanded in response to the radiance of his skin. She indecently snatched a kiss from him before stealing another. Legolas returned her kisses, grinning as he did so. He gently turned her so that her back was towards the mattress.
He stopped and looked at her for a bit. His issues were already forgotten, and her concerns had been put to rest. They exchanged sensual stare that was as lengthy and intense as it could be. Everything that began so delicately and smoothly grew fierce and solid. They separate and take trembling, weak breaths. Legolas, unable to restrain himself, took her head in his hands and dragged her into a searing, passionate kiss.
Xena smiled knowing that Legolas was ready to attempt to seduce her. The kiss induced electric tingles and a need to play. She encircled him with her hands, anticipating more than she had bargained for. Today, she may play the role of wicked or evil. She was as interested in seducing him as he was in seducing her.
With the kiss came the soft, balanced touch of her body, which was the ideal combination of relaxation and tension. Slowly and violently, tension surged among them. The temptation already existed. It was always written in their eyes: chemistry, a love seed, and an invitation to discover more about the other. Tonight was an opportunity for their bodies to express themselves without the need for words.
"Alas, Xena!" He muttered beneath his breath. Legolas had fallen into a moment of intense love and intoxication that had fully captivated him. He allowed himself to be selfish and live in the present because he did not want to stop. The maiden in his arms tonight belonged to him, and he would claim her.
Immediately, Legolas attempted to strip her naked. The robe was removed and flipped out of the way. She used her own hands to undo his robe. She almost tore it apart till she could see his flesh. They would soon be able to see flesh, bodies covered with cuts and wounds, and hearts filled with misery. They skipped all of it; tonight, only they would follow their desires.
Under his direction, she lay absolute, her lips quivering as his hands encircled both of her sides. As his fingers slithered toward her body, looking for her bare flesh, her breathing accelerated and her pulse became erratic, pounding faster than a bolt of lightning. He was unable to wait any longer. Legolas gave her one of his most enticing looks, dragging her into the depths of his grey-blue eyes. She lost track of both time and location. He was the only thing that mattered.
Similar to a drug and an addiction, their bodies were linked. With one touch, his drunkenness was instantaneous. His aroma alone induces a trance in her, one that lasts until their bodies are once again calm and their spirits are as near as they could be. This time, they were both out of control; they both drove into insanity and insanity, stopped, and did it all over again until they begged to end.
They would engage in every dirty behaviour until their minds and bodies erupted. Their pleasant breaths and lighthearted pauses filled the space. Even reverberated beyond their rooms. She felt lightning coursing through her skin, hormones shutting off her higher brain and her own ascent. From him, only passion, intensity, and intoxication emanated. It was her escape, her liberation. Nothing felt amiss that evening. It was a night that lingered and captivated them.
In the calm moments between motion and repose, their bodies and souls meld together. The chilly room felt heated immediately. It was difficult to hold back and prolong the moment. They were trapped between the euphoria of the climax and the desire to prolong an unforgettable moment. Each was completely intoxicated with love for the other until they merged into a single consciousness with a single aim.
They were fatigued from all the different games they had planned to play during the night. He was finally able to find serenity and shut his eyes, and Xena was resting in his arms. She was sleeping after a memorable night that had been both enticing and draining. She consciously positioned herself near to him and sought refuge in his arms.
Only for the duration of this night were they possessive. He owned her. And she owned him. However, just for today.
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