Authors note: Well just read it, I'm too tired to think of anything
to say. (And yet I can write a story? Hmmm…)
Anyway sorry it took so long. I got ahead of my self and started writing this chapter before the one before it! LoL. Well anyway here ya go.
Stricken
Lovingly she watched him as he slept. Strangely enough he had not awaken when she'd entered, she assumed he must not have slept for days now. He stirred and moaned something in elvish she couldn't catch. Then he rolled a little and moaned again, this time her name was clearly spoken, he was dreaming of her. She looked him over and a sight caught her eye, he wasn't just dreaming about her. He was dreaming about the both of them…together. This was almost too much to handle, and she couldn't help a hot blush coming over her. Quickly she turned to the opposite direction incase he were to awaken at this time. This was not right; she should not be having such thoughts at a time like this. He was injured and she herself had spent days trying to reach here in-time to save him, and she wasn't sure if the danger was over yet. That eerie feeling had not ceased even after the battle had ended. She sighed and placed herself in the chair near his bed. Slowly sleep crept up on her as well.
She awoke much later, night had fallen once again. Legolas still lay across the bed, dreaming. Omoria quickly noticed something much different this time; his sleep did not seem peaceful like before. He seemed troubled, tossing and turning. She could he was in a cold sweat. She rose from her seat and sat beside him, hesitantly she touched his cheek with her hand, it was soft like satin. She whispered softly as she stroked his skin,
"Legolas,"
She spoke ever so softly.
"Legolas! Come back to me. Wake up!"
For a moment nothing changed, but then a sudden pained yell from him told her he was awake as he bolted upwards straight into her arms. She held him there for a moment, rubbing his back, letting him know it was only a dream. Then Omoria felt unnerved for his posture changed and he became tense. Quickly Legolas backed away from her; unsure of whom she was at first. She watched the look of shock and then realization as he must have remembered her when then locked eyes on the battle field before he slipped out of consciousness. Slowly he reached out to her, needing to touch her, wanting to make sure she was real.
Omoria felt her breath catch as she felt his warm touch against her cheek. Slowly he creased it; Omoria could feel herself being drawn into a daze. She closed her eyes for but a moment but when she opened them again he was much closer. He seemed to be tracing the features of her face, studying her. Becoming lost in his eyes she didn't refuse when she suddenly felt the warmth of his lips against her own. To her own surprise she responded by returning it. Then the moment was gone and the kiss broke. The release of his lips from her own was almost unbearable. Omoria stared into his eyes, (Does he regret doing that?) she questioned herself in her thoughts. (Was it wrong to kiss him back? Perhaps he does not really want me?) Then in another moment she found his lips on her once again. He trailed to her ear and spoke softly,
"Do not fear milady…"
He trialed off kissing her neck, she thought for a moment before moving away only a few inches.
"Did you just read my mind?'
She questioned him. He smirked at this.
"Nah milady, I merely saw it in your eyes."
There was a long pause for neither knew what to say. Then the first to speak was of course Legolas,
"Omoria why did you come here? Do not know how dangerous it is? You could have been killed!"
Omoria stood at this and glared done at him, there was a fire in her eyes,
"Well I wasn't now was I?"
She snapped, she turned to leave, now not quite in the mood to be around him. She stopped and glanced back at him,
"For your information Majesty. I came because I feared for your life…"
Before Legolas could say anything she had left the room. Walking down the hall towards one of the spare bedrooms that the palace was full of. Legolas was about to get up when a middle-aged pudgy women entered his room.
"Oh Prince Legolas! You're awake, good. Your father will be very pleased! But you must not get out of bed, still weak you are. Lay down Prince, I shall fetch your father!"
She said and quickly ran out of the room.
***
(A few hours later…)
The full moon held high in the air. He walked up to her silently without her notice, he stood beside her and she looked up at him but looked away when their eyes met.
"I can still see the fires in the distance,"
She spoke softly looking out across the land.
"As can I milady, I fear that the Orcs may not be finished with Mirkwood."
Legolas spoke to her, It was then he remembered, swiftly he placed a hand on hers. He'd noticed the bandages that lay on them. He spoke once again,
"May I ask you something Omoria?"
She glanced at her hands and then at him, it was almost painful to think that she'd hurt him. She nodded knowing what his question would be about.
"What happened to you? What was so horrible that…that you felt you had no way out, that you had to do this?"
As he held her hands silent tears began to swell in her eyes. Did she dare tell him? Would he ever look at her in the same way once he knew the truth about her past?
"Legolas…"
She started to speak but was cut off from anything else she might have said by the feeling of his lips against her own. She wouldn't have told him anyway and he knew it.
As he broke away she quickly pulled him back this time allowing him to her deeper. Her arms locked around his neck as his hands pulled her closer, stroking her back.
The kiss broke as both were gasping for air. As they stared at one another Omoria could see the desire that shone in the depths of his eyes. She felt herself blush once more; he placed a soft kiss on her lips. Then after looking into the distance once more he spoke softly before turning back towards the palace.
"Be well Lady Omoria"
She watched him turn into the door way and up the stairs. As he did this she felt an overwhelming urge to fallow him. Right now she had not the strength to fight it so she fallowed him weather it be the right thing or no.
She watched him walk down the halls of his palace. She fallowed him without his notice or so she thought. His elvish ears had picked her up the second she let the spot she'd been standing. Legolas listened to her footsteps close behind him. Finding this amusing he pretended not to notice her, wondering still what she could be up to.
After entering his bed chambers he left the door slightly open still. Hearing her enter he quickly hid. Legolas watched her walk into the middle of the room in front of his bed. She glanced around a little confused. That is she was until he jumped down behind her. She turned reaching out to him and pulled him into a deep kiss. He responded accordingly. The force of Legolas's body leaning against Omoria was too much though and together they fell backwards onto the bed.
He kissed her hungrily, his tongue exploring her mouth, his hands wandering over her body, only letting her mouth go for a moment long enough for her to breathe. Legolas started to kiss down her neck, sucking gently as he went along. Slowly he moved one hand up her top, then in one swift movement he had it off and threw it onto the ground. Legolas's hand's roamed once more as he kissed her chest. Softly he heard her moan, she enjoyed his touch. Omoria moved her hands beneath his shirt and then removed it. She laid there beneath him smiling as she moved her hands over his bare chest. Omoria pulled him forward; Legolas nuzzled her neck and kissed it gently as his weight fell against her fully. He pressed himself against her as their lips met once again. Then in almost a blink they were both bare. Legolas stopped for a moment staring deeply into her eyes.
"Omoria…are you sure this is what you want milady?"
There was a pause then Omoria spoke,
"I wouldn't have let you get this far if I weren't…"
She giggled at this; Legolas smiled and kissed her again before taking her in completely. Through the night soft moans of pleasure could be heard from the prince's chamber.
***
In the distance on the borders of Mirkwood Orcs began to charge across the land towards the heart of Mirkwood, the palace. As they neared Omoria's dreams were haunted once more, in the early morning she screamed…
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Author's note: ok sorry for all u who don't like Mary-Sue's but I didn't even think it was a Mary-sue. Well anyway here u go sorry it took so long. And thanks for the Reviews guys!!! Talk to ya all later…Lady-Willowish
Anyway sorry it took so long. I got ahead of my self and started writing this chapter before the one before it! LoL. Well anyway here ya go.
Stricken
Lovingly she watched him as he slept. Strangely enough he had not awaken when she'd entered, she assumed he must not have slept for days now. He stirred and moaned something in elvish she couldn't catch. Then he rolled a little and moaned again, this time her name was clearly spoken, he was dreaming of her. She looked him over and a sight caught her eye, he wasn't just dreaming about her. He was dreaming about the both of them…together. This was almost too much to handle, and she couldn't help a hot blush coming over her. Quickly she turned to the opposite direction incase he were to awaken at this time. This was not right; she should not be having such thoughts at a time like this. He was injured and she herself had spent days trying to reach here in-time to save him, and she wasn't sure if the danger was over yet. That eerie feeling had not ceased even after the battle had ended. She sighed and placed herself in the chair near his bed. Slowly sleep crept up on her as well.
She awoke much later, night had fallen once again. Legolas still lay across the bed, dreaming. Omoria quickly noticed something much different this time; his sleep did not seem peaceful like before. He seemed troubled, tossing and turning. She could he was in a cold sweat. She rose from her seat and sat beside him, hesitantly she touched his cheek with her hand, it was soft like satin. She whispered softly as she stroked his skin,
"Legolas,"
She spoke ever so softly.
"Legolas! Come back to me. Wake up!"
For a moment nothing changed, but then a sudden pained yell from him told her he was awake as he bolted upwards straight into her arms. She held him there for a moment, rubbing his back, letting him know it was only a dream. Then Omoria felt unnerved for his posture changed and he became tense. Quickly Legolas backed away from her; unsure of whom she was at first. She watched the look of shock and then realization as he must have remembered her when then locked eyes on the battle field before he slipped out of consciousness. Slowly he reached out to her, needing to touch her, wanting to make sure she was real.
Omoria felt her breath catch as she felt his warm touch against her cheek. Slowly he creased it; Omoria could feel herself being drawn into a daze. She closed her eyes for but a moment but when she opened them again he was much closer. He seemed to be tracing the features of her face, studying her. Becoming lost in his eyes she didn't refuse when she suddenly felt the warmth of his lips against her own. To her own surprise she responded by returning it. Then the moment was gone and the kiss broke. The release of his lips from her own was almost unbearable. Omoria stared into his eyes, (Does he regret doing that?) she questioned herself in her thoughts. (Was it wrong to kiss him back? Perhaps he does not really want me?) Then in another moment she found his lips on her once again. He trailed to her ear and spoke softly,
"Do not fear milady…"
He trialed off kissing her neck, she thought for a moment before moving away only a few inches.
"Did you just read my mind?'
She questioned him. He smirked at this.
"Nah milady, I merely saw it in your eyes."
There was a long pause for neither knew what to say. Then the first to speak was of course Legolas,
"Omoria why did you come here? Do not know how dangerous it is? You could have been killed!"
Omoria stood at this and glared done at him, there was a fire in her eyes,
"Well I wasn't now was I?"
She snapped, she turned to leave, now not quite in the mood to be around him. She stopped and glanced back at him,
"For your information Majesty. I came because I feared for your life…"
Before Legolas could say anything she had left the room. Walking down the hall towards one of the spare bedrooms that the palace was full of. Legolas was about to get up when a middle-aged pudgy women entered his room.
"Oh Prince Legolas! You're awake, good. Your father will be very pleased! But you must not get out of bed, still weak you are. Lay down Prince, I shall fetch your father!"
She said and quickly ran out of the room.
***
(A few hours later…)
The full moon held high in the air. He walked up to her silently without her notice, he stood beside her and she looked up at him but looked away when their eyes met.
"I can still see the fires in the distance,"
She spoke softly looking out across the land.
"As can I milady, I fear that the Orcs may not be finished with Mirkwood."
Legolas spoke to her, It was then he remembered, swiftly he placed a hand on hers. He'd noticed the bandages that lay on them. He spoke once again,
"May I ask you something Omoria?"
She glanced at her hands and then at him, it was almost painful to think that she'd hurt him. She nodded knowing what his question would be about.
"What happened to you? What was so horrible that…that you felt you had no way out, that you had to do this?"
As he held her hands silent tears began to swell in her eyes. Did she dare tell him? Would he ever look at her in the same way once he knew the truth about her past?
"Legolas…"
She started to speak but was cut off from anything else she might have said by the feeling of his lips against her own. She wouldn't have told him anyway and he knew it.
As he broke away she quickly pulled him back this time allowing him to her deeper. Her arms locked around his neck as his hands pulled her closer, stroking her back.
The kiss broke as both were gasping for air. As they stared at one another Omoria could see the desire that shone in the depths of his eyes. She felt herself blush once more; he placed a soft kiss on her lips. Then after looking into the distance once more he spoke softly before turning back towards the palace.
"Be well Lady Omoria"
She watched him turn into the door way and up the stairs. As he did this she felt an overwhelming urge to fallow him. Right now she had not the strength to fight it so she fallowed him weather it be the right thing or no.
She watched him walk down the halls of his palace. She fallowed him without his notice or so she thought. His elvish ears had picked her up the second she let the spot she'd been standing. Legolas listened to her footsteps close behind him. Finding this amusing he pretended not to notice her, wondering still what she could be up to.
After entering his bed chambers he left the door slightly open still. Hearing her enter he quickly hid. Legolas watched her walk into the middle of the room in front of his bed. She glanced around a little confused. That is she was until he jumped down behind her. She turned reaching out to him and pulled him into a deep kiss. He responded accordingly. The force of Legolas's body leaning against Omoria was too much though and together they fell backwards onto the bed.
He kissed her hungrily, his tongue exploring her mouth, his hands wandering over her body, only letting her mouth go for a moment long enough for her to breathe. Legolas started to kiss down her neck, sucking gently as he went along. Slowly he moved one hand up her top, then in one swift movement he had it off and threw it onto the ground. Legolas's hand's roamed once more as he kissed her chest. Softly he heard her moan, she enjoyed his touch. Omoria moved her hands beneath his shirt and then removed it. She laid there beneath him smiling as she moved her hands over his bare chest. Omoria pulled him forward; Legolas nuzzled her neck and kissed it gently as his weight fell against her fully. He pressed himself against her as their lips met once again. Then in almost a blink they were both bare. Legolas stopped for a moment staring deeply into her eyes.
"Omoria…are you sure this is what you want milady?"
There was a pause then Omoria spoke,
"I wouldn't have let you get this far if I weren't…"
She giggled at this; Legolas smiled and kissed her again before taking her in completely. Through the night soft moans of pleasure could be heard from the prince's chamber.
***
In the distance on the borders of Mirkwood Orcs began to charge across the land towards the heart of Mirkwood, the palace. As they neared Omoria's dreams were haunted once more, in the early morning she screamed…
****
Author's note: ok sorry for all u who don't like Mary-Sue's but I didn't even think it was a Mary-sue. Well anyway here u go sorry it took so long. And thanks for the Reviews guys!!! Talk to ya all later…Lady-Willowish