Part Two/ Imprisoned Souls
The first to arrive was Elrond, and his elfin wife, Lady Eowyn.
Obviously, the lady had been weeping, as her brown eyes looked dull and
swollen. She hadn't taken the news of her husband's false loyalty well.
Lord Elrond had been summoned to Enfain when Lord Greenleaf had gotten word of
more battlements defeated. The War of Sins was drawing to a close, and
obviously 'The Devil' Greenleaf was winning.
He had wanted all his allies within the Kingdom, while he sent ambassadors to
the surrounding castles of Evenstar, Faren, and Aragorn, in order to offer the
last chance for alliance, else he crush them without mercy.
Legolas Greenleaf ran a hand through his immaculate blonde hair. It was
regretful, to have to take such measures. But he could easily see who would,
and would not join.
It was a matter of waiting. And the fact that he held some of their daughter's
prisoner, was merely a strategic tool of war.
Next to arrive were some of the maidens, and Gimli. The burgundy haired man's
Tilerian kingdom was already behind his own, so he feared not from his friend.
Next to enter was Lord Aragorn. The missive sent to his kingdom would certainly
surprise the current Lord and his Lady. Their thought dead son was very alive,
and was 2nd in command to the Dark Army Warlord.
He threw his eyes away from his best friend. His parents would take the news
hard, and he fretted for them. But he had not the time to think of such things.
This was war, not a tea party.
The red haired hobbit came through the wide doorway, followed by the remaining
women.
Lord Legolas was suddenly struck by the vision that walked through.
General Lyana looked even more beautiful then he had imagined when he had sent
the dress.
She walked proudly, head held high when she sat to the left of Lady Arwen.
She glowed like pastel sunshine, her long ginger-brown hair silkily flowing
around her shoulders and above her head. The diamond between her breasts
glittered, and he eyed it appreciatively. The maiden refused to look at him,
instead, silently focusing her attention on her china plate.
Lady Arwen, who was seated beside Lady Eowyn, was reunited with her friend.
They hugged, as Eowyn wept quietly, and Lord Aragorn watched from his seat
beside Legolas.
Evidently, the meal would not be pleasant.
When The Dark Lord Legolas allowed the 'guests' to leave, Lyana fled to the
balcony nearby, seeking immediate relief from his shaking presence.
She bowed her auburn haired head, closing her eyes and listening to the
soothing sounds of the crashing ocean beneath.
The waves cooled her burning cheeks, and the sun shining above cleared her
mind. Frowning, she opened her olive eyes to the thunderous sea.
"Would that the sun shine in such a foul kingdom as Enfain.' She railed
inwardly, tears clouding her vision.
She struggled to maintain her composure. She was General Lyana Faren of the
light brigade! Not some weeping female!
But tears rushed forth, as she pictured the Air Kingdom Winzar, and her own
mother and father. How they must miss her...
She wearily summoned some of her magic, as she sought to assuage her hurt and
anger with violence.
She closed her eyes, opening her palms...When a cold voice sounded behind her.
"If you seek to rid yourself of anger, may I suggest you ask Lord
Greenleaf to use the battle room..."
She swung around, wiping her tears away as she let her mana fade back.
Lord Aragorn leaned against the balcony doorway, his dark brown brow arched.
She bared her teeth, averting her gaze.
"I 'suggest' you heist yourself off this balcony!" She shrieked,
letting out a sob.
Aragorn stepped closer. "Were you not in Lord Greenleaf's favor" He
eyed her dress. "Then I would cut out your waspish tongue, general."
When Lyana opened her mouth to retort, the ebony haired man sighed, closing his
eyes.
"Forgive me, General Lyana. I mean no disrespect to a lady."
Lyana looked at his weary face, realizing how his soul must be in a turmoil of
angst at the unfortunate turn of events for him.
The other ladies had been nervously buzzing with rumors of the missives sent to
the kingdoms today...Faren and Aragorn among them...
The knight braced his muscled arms against the stone ledge, watching the sea as
gusts of wind blew his long hair around him.
"How fares the Lady Arwen?" He queried softly.
She would not have heard his quiet whisper, had her keen elfin senses retrieved
it off the roaring sea breeze.
She stepped beside him, surprisingly at ease with her enemy's presence. Unlike
some...
"She fares well, milord." She offered, and he took it, turning anguished
black eyes to hers.
"Does she weep? Does she care? Would I have not been taken that day!"
He banged a fist against the stone, and the general winced. "I have sold
my soul to an honorable devil! But I have kept my heart for her!"
He covered his face, letting out an angry sigh.
"I need not burden you with my troubles, general. Just give me some sign
she still loves me, and I shall remain forever in your debt..."
Lyana was shaken by the stoic mans outburst, and her tender heart went out to
both the parted lovers.
"She has wept the days through, bemoaning the loss of her young lover, and
the gain of the cold reflection. Had you not been the wall of ice, she has seen
before her now, her shadowed bitterness would not be filling her heart, where
the sunshine of your love remains..."
Aragorn hung his head. "Is it so? For I could not bare the thought of her
betrayal with Lord Boromir, and hid behind it to justify my own..."
Lyana sighed, looking away from his pain etched face. "If I were you, I
would flee to her side, mayhap she would forgive you for your torture, should
you forgive her own."
Aragorn strode to the doorway, turning to look at the girl.
"I would thank you before I leave. For you are kind to tell me."
The lady smiled, waving him off, before turning back to her pensive vision.
"You do in one moment, what I could not do for a fortnight."
This time, she did not turn.
The sound of her captor's voice frightened her more then Lord Aragorn's anger,
and she braced her shoulders, even as sweeping desire flowed over her heart.
"I have no words to speak with you, Milord."
The man strode over, and the general quaked despite herself. She was a general!
Why could she not control her body!
The elfin warlord cupped her chin, eager for the contact and warmth he knew
their passion could bring.
"Then let no words be spoken..."
As he leaned in to join their mouths, Lyana whimpered, wrenching herself from
his gentle grasp.
"Nay! You are the lord here! I cannot let anything come between us! Be it
lust or...or..."
The dark lord's eyes flared blue, and the girl took a step back, scared.
"Or...More?" He smiled, his grin silky and cold, but also exciting.
"I would give the world to you, or so I feel, Milady...Just wait 'til 'tis
mine, then your sweet embrace will be waiting for me..."
Lyana backed away, her eyes wide and teary.
"Nay! I want nothing from you! I hunger not for the world! Or any gems, or
gowns and trinkets! You cannot promise me sweet nothings! I am not so naïve as
to not see past you!"
Legolas frowned ominously, his eyes glowing brighter from wary anger.
"What do you speak of? See past what?"
Lyana's voice shook, as she met the unyielding stone ledge. Her back pressed
into it as the lord drew closer.
"I-I know you m-merely w-want my alliance in o-order to g-get my fathers
k- kingdom!"
Legolas stepped close, inches from her.
The smell of lilac and daisy chains intoxicated him, and he pressed against
her. He felt her shudder despite herself, and confused desire spread over her
face.
"I need no bargaining tool from you, milady...The missives have been sent,
and your capture is tool enough."
His mouth swooped down to capture hers, and he groaned, his arms forming an
iron hold upon her.
Once again, the warm light softened his heart, easing the pressure on his soul,
and he felt himself sinking, almost as if he melted into her body.
"Elf..." He murmured dazedly, pulling back to look into her own
confused features.
His hands roamed her slender back, the wind blew strands of soft russet hair
around his face, and he ached to touch the mass unbound.
His embrace tightened, as he felt more at peace then ever before. This passion,
this feeling. It was so...so right.
His embrace was protective, almost like a jealous lover, and she found herself
absorbed by the passion and density of his kiss. It seemed like a blessed
eternity before he broke the contact. He rested his head on her shoulder,
whispering huskily into her softly pointed ear, even as he kissed her neck.
"Come with me..." He murmured, and dazedly, she felt herself led
through the empty dining hall, through a maze of corridors, and into a
spacious, blue chamber.
Eagerly, he sought her mouth again, laying her gently on what was obviously his
bed. He pressed soft kisses down her neck, and the flush of sensations made her
gasp. She arched against his body, and Legolas smiled. Suddenly, he wasn't the
dark lord, and she wasn't the general.
They were just to lonely souls finding comfort in the others welcome embrace.
Gently, so not to startle her, Legolas lifted her against him, softly unbuttoning her gown. Wordlessly, she submitted to his caress, as he slid the yellow silk from her body, tossing it to the floor...
He kissed her again, and her arms entwined around his
neck. Even as her heart and body responded, she knew this was wrong...Bedding
the enemy. But it felt so right...So pure...
The whisper that sounded in the air was foreign to her. The soft, husky tones
were her own, but were not. "I-I have never done this before..."
And Legolas kissed her softly, reassuring her with his touch.
His blue eyes glowed softly, and she was swept away in his
beauty, even as she was set adrift by his touch.
The fever rose, the pulsing flames overwhelming them, as they crashed into
oblivion together.
"W-what
was that?". Lyana whispered meekly, as sanity returned. Cold shock ran
though her, as the enormity of what she had done penetrated her mind.
"That was love, Lyana..." The dark lord murmured against her neck,
losing himself to the welcome gift of Morpheus.
The girl's lip trembled, as the dark elf lying over her fell asleep.
Gently, she eased herself off the bed, tearfully donning her shift and gown.
'Twas not love...She had given herself to a man without love...
Disheveled and weeping, she fled the chambers of the now peaceful Warlord...
***
Legolas awoke
alone, and a savage anger filled him.
Lyana Faren was his! She had fled!
Growling, he hefted himself from his bed, strapping on his tunic and braise,
throwing his bow and quiver over his shoulders. He threw open his chamber door,
almost colliding with Aragorn, who looked extremely pensive.
Legolas glared, and wordlessly, the Lord understood.
"The Lady is in the Battle room with two other women. She seems
rather...Upset..."
Legolas charged down the hall, as if hell bit at his heels.
"Wind Blast!"
Legolas stopped abruptly by the door, as an enormous torrent of wind rent the
air. Lyana stood, palms outstretched, feet apart, to the side of the room. She
wore a long tunic, and pants, two other women, who were obviously her
opponents, were blasted against the padded wall. Immediately, the brunette known
as Lady Arwen of the Fanteore kingdom, somersaulted, landing on one knee, her
fingers stretched at Lyana.
"Tendril Bind!"
An onset of thick green vines erupted from the ground, coiling rapidly around
the general's legs.
With a smooth downward slash, Lyana's thin, silver sword sliced though the
bondage and she leapt out of their range.
The third women, obviously Lady Eowyn of Silana Kingdom, closed her eyes,
pressing her hands together.
"Gentle res-" She began, before Arwen cut her off
"Oh, you shan't!" She growled
"Fauna Summon!" She raised her hand spreading her fingers, and a ball
of glowing green light appeared. Rapidly, Earth sprites darted at the smaller
brunette, surrounding her in their midst. She shrieked, her attack thwarted,
and spun, the fairies dissipating.
"I give!" She called, and rushed to the sidelines.
Lyana knelt by the ground, during their struggle, cupping one hand, bracing the
other against it.
"Air Summon!" She yelled, and an enormous gale erupted from the empty
space. Arwen was knocked brutally against the luckily padded wall, conceding
defeat.
Lyana congratulated herself on her victory, as she turned to the doorway. Only
to find her 'lover' there, Aragorn behind him..
Rage threw her off balance, as his eyes meandered down her body. He strode
through the battle room, eyeing her fallen friends. Lord Aragorn helped a
startled Arwen up, and led her from the room. Eowyn followed, leaving the angry
two alone.
"Care to really play?" He grinned, and she couldn't miss the
possessive threat in his voice.
"I may get burned," She whispered quietly, and Lord Greenleaf
smirked.
"You have already been burned by me...As I was by you..." Anger
filled her, and her eyes sparked.
"Air Summon!" She screamed, and Legolas was thrown backwards. But
instead of falling like Arwen, he used the wall as leverage, cocking his leg
and flipping himself off it.
"Icicle Shroud!" He called upon landing, and ice immediately gripped
her ankles. Using her slender sword, she quickly hacked herself free, leaping
away as he sent another attack her way.
"Gale Force!" She shouted in midair, catching the warrior unprepared.
He was brutally shoved back, slamming against the wall. Even the padding could
not help him, and a bit of stone cracked upon impact.
With a slight wince, Legolas got up, anger boiling in his veins.
But she was good, he could give her that...And much more...
"Ash Turmoil!!" He threw open his arms, and thick ashes filled the
air around her, blinding her vision and sending her into a choking, coughing
fit.
She struggled from the embrace of cinder, sparks burning her skin. Lyana
stumbled, falling to her knees as the cloud disappeared, leaving nothing but
small burns upon her hands.
"Spirit Summon!" She croaked, coughing, and the wind spun around Legolas,
lifting him off the ground. He was promptly thrown right back, crashing to the
floor, only to be lifted again.
He caught a glimpse of Lyana as she arced her arm, sending him spinning through
the air, and back into the floor. Several more times, he was thrown around like
a rag doll, before she collapsed into a coughing fit, and the wind spirit
dissipated. Both lay battered upon the floor, Legolas stunned by his inability
to inflict real pain upon her.. Shaking his head, he rose unsteadily, drawing his
bow over his left shoulder. He stumbled to her, panting. Just as he was going
to aim it to her throat, proving himself the victor, she flung out her sword
arm, threatening him with a fight. The challenge in her eyes fueled his desire,
enraged him, but the pain held him back.
"D-do you yield?" He asked, and her eye answered him before she did.
"Never..."
Legolas slowly put away his bow, confusing her. "I would say...That now we
both have yielded..."
Abruptly, the maiden flung herself up, stumbling from the room. Legolas watched
her go. The warlord stood alone.
"Legolas?" The voice of Aragorn came to him, and he turned. Lord
Elrond, Lord Aragorn and Sergeant Gimli had entered, weaponless, so obviously
ready to magic train.
"Yes?" He answered wearily, and Gimli stepped forward. "Care to
join us?"
Legolas shook his head negatively, and left the room, Aragorn sighed.
"Shall we, men?"
Gimli stood, back to the wall, his hands fanning in front of him. To his left,
Lord Elrond was braced on his knees, one hand, up, and to his right, Lord
Aragorn, palms together.
"Dust Storm!"
Elrond and Aragorn were hit by a torrent of sand debris, which stung their
faces and choked them, falling to the ground Aragorn avoided the brunt of the
blast, but Elrond caught it, and was thrown to the ground, hacking sand when
the biting gusts stopped. Immediately, Aragorn thrust out his palms.
"Rain Strike!" This time, Gimli was pummeled by shards of snapping
rain, soaking him, and tossing him backwards. While his attack continued, from
his vantage point on the ground, Elrond choked out his own attack.
"Summon Spark!" A fire burst of burning sparks showered over Aragorn,
and he cried out in pain, he leapt out of their way, recovering as Gimli
attacked Elrond.
"Blinding Desert!!" Elrond was totally encased in scratching sand,
rendering him helpless.
"Dammit!" He coughed, shielding his face until the storm broke.
"Water Wall!" Aragorn screamed, and Elrond was surrounded by a wall
of freezing water, as was Gimli. After a few moments, Aragorn released the
spell, and both dwarf and elf came up spluttering.
"Enough Aragorn! I give!" Elrond crawled to the side, resting his
aching body.
"Double teaming bastards!!" He grunted, and waved his hand.
"I must be off...Continue if you must..." Aragorn turned, raising a
brow.. "I guess we are done...'Eh Gimli?" The other man nodded,
sucking back air like there was no tomorrow, and the two men left.
And as they fought, and as Lyana fled,
Legolas pursued with the avid intensity of a lover enraged...
