DISCLAIMER: All LOTR shaznack owned by Tolkien, not me. Rated 'R' for suicide/rape plot devices and angsty stuffs. Language is.. tempered, don't worry about this. `` Means elvish, --- signals a song or something, [words] mean thinking. Read and REVIEW. Thanks... and don't forget to Enjoy.
A/N: Yes, yes, yes, my preciouses… I used Elvish again… But, I had to throw in some more Italian for the words that the Elven language didn't have/ have listed. All-righty. Enjoy, and please R&R! Thanks!
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Sounds of metal upon metal rang through the courtyard again. The sickly old Tree of Gondor swayed in the afternoon breeze, and sagged sullenly as the two parried and struck at one another. Beads of sweat formed on both of their brows as they attacked and blocked carefully planned blows. Legolas, who was taken back a bit at his opponent's skill, was struggling to keep up at times. He resorted to trying to use some of the swordplay and attacks that Torrent taught Elesen and the hobbits earlier, which aided him somewhat, even though it slowed him down from trying to remember exactly how they went. Torrent smirked at him, realizing that he had obviously been watching them. Something then hit her. [Watching us?] Remembering the man in the shadows, Torrent thought back to what had happened: how she did not see him, nor hear him, and how he was able to sneak up on her. Frustration that was once pent up in her grew again. Leaping ahead, she cut off the move Legolas was setting and tripped him onto the floor. Sprawled out he laid as she pointed her sword tip at his throat.
``Lle…`` (You,) she said angrily. ``Lle I' er…`` (You're the one…)
``I' er mani, Torrent?`` (The one what, Torrent?) Legolas queried, a bit frightened at what his friend was saying to him.
``Lle ha preso glaka en' amin!`` (You took captive of me!) she yelled to him.
Still wary of the blade near his throat, Legolas did not move. ``Amin non sint- mani lle quen-en'!`` (I do not know what you speak of!) He was shocked a bit at her claim, and pain flashed into his eyes for a split-second.
``Sut san' non lle spiegano amin il-essendo in grado a' ten-ho, Legolas? Ere' a' edhel ha potuto fatto tanya! (How then do you explain my not being able to hear him? Only an elf could have done that!)
``Amin non sint-, Torrent. Dozo, calma'ndu, n'ner lle naik qualcuno !`` (I do not know, Torrent. Please, calm down, lest you hurt someone!) Torrent closed her eyes in thoughtfulness, and slightly stopped shivering in anger. Taking this action of hers and putting it to use, Legolas gracefully rolled out from under her sword, and grabbed her wrists in one hand and turned her face towards him in another. ``Lle quell, Torrent?``Mani naa raika yassen lle?!`` he asked hastily and a bit annoyed (Are you ok, Torrent? What is the matter with you?!``). Staring hard into her eyes, he waited for his disturbed friend to reply. Silently, Torrent's lower lip quivered as she tried to hold back frustrated tears and shouts from coming out as she searched for words. The sternness in her companion's eyes and face did not help her feel relaxed, but only made her feel worse. [Why has this weakness struck me?] She thought, angered again. [What is wrong with me?] Something inside her suddenly snapped, and she shook uncontrollably. The death grip upon the hilt of her sword turned numb as the sword loudly clanked to the floor, and Torrent went limp. Sitting crouched upon her knees and her longs delicate hands placed half-over her ears, she began to spill out words uncontrollably.
``Kela… Kela… Dozo kela… Iluve! ILUEVE, DOZO KELA!!``, She screamed (Go away… Go away… Please go away… Everything, please go away!). ``Mani uma lle mern-amin?!`` (What do you want with me?!) Wild tears and frustrated ramblings flowed from her eyes and mouth as Torrent slowly crumbled. Legolas, now very concerned and utmost scared, tried to comfort her. He stooped down and placed but one hand on her shoulder, and then she turned on him. Like a wild child, she swatted away the hand, and reached for her sword. In a split second, it was pointed at his throat, already scratching at the skin as her nervous hand shook. The elf placed his hands out before him in a 'stop' gesture as he tried to back away slowly by crawling from her. As he slowly stood, she did so also, matching him move for move, still holding him at sword point.
``Amin mellon, Torrent… dozo… calma'ndu.`` (I am a friend, Torrent… please… calm down.) Legolas painfully watched the demonic; disgusting smile on the elf's beautiful face grew from a slight smirk, to a full-fledged, sickly smile. Her lips produced a broken voice that sounded quite tormented as she spoke to him. Anguish shone in her eyes.
``Lle wethrine amin…Mellonea uuma tyar-o' anima a' agare…``(You betrayed me… Friends do not cause one's soul to bleed…) Torrent's once furrowed brow and sharp eyes changed their juxtaposition. Her brow relaxed and her eyes widened as they grew wide and then dilated, fading his once rich-emerald green eyes to a pale olive-grey tone. ``Rato amin na-trovato…`` (Soon I will be found…) said she, her voice barely a whisper and she fainted onto the ground. Legolas cautiously walked over to his fallen friend, and scanned her body to make sure she was not going to lash out upon him. Little did Legolas know was that she was not actually speaking to or with him in any way possible, but to another he could not see, nor hear. Aragorn had heard distressed elven yells and sought out where they were, and found Legolas crouching next to her, gingerly touching Torrent's sweaty forehead.
"What happened?"
"I do not know… We were dueling and she just snapped. I wonder if she saw something."
"Perhaps she is repeating what she did when we first met her, such as dealing with her dreams, and fainting at odd times."
Legolas suspiciously looked at Aragorn, and added onto the comment. "Or maybe someone here helped cause her breakdown." An un-easy silence erupted, as the two said nothing but stared at the limp body before them: one with care set in his eyes, and one with loathing. At length, Legolas spoke. "She said something about being kidnapped earlier today for a short while; taken to some odd room against her will. Apparently, what the man must have disturbed her for she was quiet, even to me. And now this… But, Aragorn… You wouldn't happen to know anything of her run-in today, would you?"
"Of course not Legolas. This is the first I've heard of it." [Liar,] said a small voice in his head. [Liar...] Aragorn chased his thoughts away. Carefully, Legolas began to pick up the limp elf, before being stopped by Aragorn. "Let me carry her for you, Legolas." Nodding slowly, Legolas watched Aragorn with much curiosity as he gingerly picked up his companion. Confusion sparked in the man's eyes as he stood with the girl in his arms. [Why is she so warm?] Wondered he. Disgust washed over Aragorn as he stared down at her, walking behind Legolas. Although, despite the fact that he had grown to dislike her, he couldn't help but feel obliged to care about her well-being somewhat deep-down inside him. The closer they reached to Legolas' room, the warmer Torrent's body grew. As Legolas opened the door, Aragorn dashed in towards the bed and half-hazardly threw her onto it.
"Aragorn!" Legolas cried out, annoyed at his actions. "What is wrong with you?"
"My hands! They burn! She is hot as an inferno, Legolas!" Incredulity glittered like gold in Legolas' eyes as he walked over to the awkwardly placed elf and looked her over. Lightly placing his hand on her arm, he withdrew it quickly, expecting his hand to burn. Nothing of the sort happened. Repeating the touch, he grabbed onto her arm and held onto it for a moment. Nothing happened, nothing burned.
"Nothing happened Aragorn."
"Try holding her." A queer look masked itself onto Legolas face as he sat down and gently lifted her up and held her with his arms. Immediately, warmth spread over Legolas, and slight pulse filled his body. Legolas brought his hand up to Torrent's chest and searched for something; the Ring. Finding it, he grabbed hold of it, and shrieked as the metal burned his fingers and palm. Reflexively, he quickly stood up, getting away from the burning object.
"Did you touch the Ring Aragorn?" Legolas asked quizzically.
"…"
"Aragorn!"
"Yes, I did…"
"Why?"
"I wondered what it was… It seemed to shine a pulsating blue and there were runes on it that glowed in a bright yet dull icy-blue light… I tried to make them out, but as soon as I touched it for longer than a split second, it burned like fire. That sensation soon swept over me, and that's why I threw her onto the bed. What is that Ring, Legolas?"
"A gift from her Aunt," said the beautiful archer, sighing. "It helped her back then… I do not know it's full use or purpose, but she's very protective of it. I've seen the runes, too, and I've touched it before… But it was before this, back when we were first in Rohan…" Legolas began to trail off, as if forgetting what he was going to say.
"When in Rohan?"
"…"
"Legolas… What did you do with that thing in Rohan?" said Aragorn, referring to Torrent.
"I didn't touch it purposely, nor did I wear it. She was very shocked when I took hold of it after I pried her hand away from the thing."
"You're dodging my question, prince. When was this?"
"Right after you and Gimli---" Legolas cut himself off. [I think I may have said too much…] He turned his head and sight away from Aragorn and stared at the stone and tile floor. Aragorn grabbed Legolas' arm with one hand and with the other, jerked the elf's beautiful face to look at him. At the touch, Aragorn shuddered slightly. "Please do not touch me Estel…" spoke the elf, almost pleading him.
"Look at me, Legolas Greenleaf." Brilliant azure eyes met stormy grey ones as the elf met the man's stare. "Right after Gimli and I what?"
"Right after you and Gimli... went for… a drink." Legolas lied. "I'm sorry it took me a bit, I had to stop and think," lied the enchanting elf again. " 'Twas so long ago," [That I claimed her as mine,] said and thought Legolas wistfully.
"Think of it Legolas," spoke the man softly, "all that could have been… All that was." Aragorn forced his mouth upon Legolas' warm lips, and expected to feel the elf tighten, but nothing happened. Legolas still stood there, same relaxed posture as he had moments before. Aragorn pulled away and looked at the archer. The elf's brow furrowed and the small hints of a smile played at his mouth as he spoke.
"Did that have anything at all to do with our subject matter for the moment, Aragorn?"
"None whatsoever…" said he, as he repeated his action and deepened the embrace. Only this time, Legolas responded to it, and brought his hand up to the side of the Ranger's tanned face, who leaned into the touch slightly.
[What am I doing?] thought Legolas, somewhere deep in the back of his mind. [Most of all, why am I enjoying this?] Other emotions shoved aside the nagging thoughts that were once huge in his mind. The elf cupped the man's face in his hands and pulled away gasping for air almost, and his face slightly blushed. "Not here, Aragorn," he muttered. Aragorn smirked and pulled the enticing elf's face towards his, holding it in place with strong hands.
"Why not?" he mumbled, as he kissed the elf, fuelled with emotion. Legolas slid his cold hands underneath Aragorn's shirt causing him to shiver slightly. The two broke away, slightly panting still staring at each other. Aragorn began to work on the elf's shirt, who showed no protest, and ripped it off him without caution. The human ran his hands up and down the elf's warm, strong chest openly gaping at him in wonder of how anyone could be so beautiful. Legolas soon took to Aragorn's shirt, and with grace, removed it. The elf licked his lips, and pressed them onto his companion's neck, and smiled when he heard a soft moan escape Aragorn's mouth as he nipped at the skin. Legolas left trails of kisses and saliva up and down the man's throat until two strong hands stopped him. "Do not torture me so, Legolas," said he seductively as he drank in every aspect of the blonde archer's porcelain face.
"I am not yet finished, Estel," said Legolas, smirking. Slender hands slid down Legolas' back, into the leggings he wore, and cupped his buttocks, causing him to jerk. When the elf began to slide his tongue in and out of Aragorn's mouth, small moans escaped the man's mouth that only encouraged Legolas. Confused and dazed eyes unconsciously watched them from a short distance as another lay silent on the bed.
In Torrent's mind, voices spun out like whispering wind, but grew louder. At the beginning, each voice waited for the first to finish speaking, and then would speak their words. But, after what seemed like an eternity, the words poured out from all over, over-lapping and interrupting one another.
['Do not tempt her… Who is tempting whom? He has betrayed you… All of it is a lie… Look at them. Can you not see them both? Do not stare at the two! Take your eyes away from them. Look at what you have done… Taunting both of them, two who share a pure love? You're using him… You're using him… And as you do this, you also will lose him… Ah-hah-hah…Spiraling down… down… down… He cannot help you now… Just give in… Give it to us! You've no need of it. Torrent… Torrent… Torrent whom has no soul…who is not immortal any more… Look at the riddles plastered on the wall, child… Your fate befalls you, and you will-']
**Real World**
"Stop!" called out the girl in her mind, who lay numbly on the bed as her mind silenced again. "Leave me be," she mumbled to her self-conscious, fighting with the words in her head.
"You were in control last time," said Aragorn as he threw the blond elf onto the bed beside them. "Now it's my turn." Immediately, a groping hand searched the archer as his emotions swept between confusion and joy.
"Estel…" gasped the elf, as his companion's hands tortured him. Aragorn buried his head into the soft gold of Legolas' hair as he caught his breath. A slender, soft hand touched the human's back, causing him to stiffen. Legolas noticed his sudden tenseness, and queried the man. "What is it?" Blue and grey eyes laid their sights upon the owner of the hand. Torrent's eyes resembled those of a sleeping elf, and her mouth was slightly open. Her breathing seemed normal again, but every now and then, a staggering breath would be taken in. The elf unconsciously rolled against the ranger and the archer, as they both tensed. The hand, once on Aragon's side, slid down and limply landed upon the archer's bare chest, almost protectively.
"Is she awake, Legolas?" whispered the ranger into Legolas' ear.
"I do not think so---" began he, as Aragorn interrupted him.
"Nor do I wish her to be," said the man, plaintively agitated, as he sighed.
"Well, I am sorry Aragorn. I cannot control her actions in her sleep."
"You don't seem to do that quite well in consciousness either, Legolas."
"That was rhetorical, Aragorn, and I'd appreciate it if you could be so kind as to recognize it instead of becoming curt with me."
"Sorry, m'lord," said the man mockingly.
"No, my apologies, your kingship. Your highness," mocked Legolas back. [Useless… Git.]
"Elves can be quite----" Aragorn was silenced when he saw 'his' beautiful archer leaning over the other elf, somewhat brooding over her.
A frown planted itself on his face, as he bade Aragorn to leave. Legolas sat leaning over his friend as he stared deep into the eyes, as far as he could, before a veil of black stopped him from searching. Behind her deep green-emerald eyes, there was a dim black cloud. Frustration and sorrow shone back to him when the eyes he so intently gazed into re-focused and stared back.
As she reached up to touch Legolas' sad face, Torrent choked out: "They're coming."
A/N: Yes, yes, yes, my preciouses… I used Elvish again… But, I had to throw in some more Italian for the words that the Elven language didn't have/ have listed. All-righty. Enjoy, and please R&R! Thanks!
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Sounds of metal upon metal rang through the courtyard again. The sickly old Tree of Gondor swayed in the afternoon breeze, and sagged sullenly as the two parried and struck at one another. Beads of sweat formed on both of their brows as they attacked and blocked carefully planned blows. Legolas, who was taken back a bit at his opponent's skill, was struggling to keep up at times. He resorted to trying to use some of the swordplay and attacks that Torrent taught Elesen and the hobbits earlier, which aided him somewhat, even though it slowed him down from trying to remember exactly how they went. Torrent smirked at him, realizing that he had obviously been watching them. Something then hit her. [Watching us?] Remembering the man in the shadows, Torrent thought back to what had happened: how she did not see him, nor hear him, and how he was able to sneak up on her. Frustration that was once pent up in her grew again. Leaping ahead, she cut off the move Legolas was setting and tripped him onto the floor. Sprawled out he laid as she pointed her sword tip at his throat.
``Lle…`` (You,) she said angrily. ``Lle I' er…`` (You're the one…)
``I' er mani, Torrent?`` (The one what, Torrent?) Legolas queried, a bit frightened at what his friend was saying to him.
``Lle ha preso glaka en' amin!`` (You took captive of me!) she yelled to him.
Still wary of the blade near his throat, Legolas did not move. ``Amin non sint- mani lle quen-en'!`` (I do not know what you speak of!) He was shocked a bit at her claim, and pain flashed into his eyes for a split-second.
``Sut san' non lle spiegano amin il-essendo in grado a' ten-ho, Legolas? Ere' a' edhel ha potuto fatto tanya! (How then do you explain my not being able to hear him? Only an elf could have done that!)
``Amin non sint-, Torrent. Dozo, calma'ndu, n'ner lle naik qualcuno !`` (I do not know, Torrent. Please, calm down, lest you hurt someone!) Torrent closed her eyes in thoughtfulness, and slightly stopped shivering in anger. Taking this action of hers and putting it to use, Legolas gracefully rolled out from under her sword, and grabbed her wrists in one hand and turned her face towards him in another. ``Lle quell, Torrent?``Mani naa raika yassen lle?!`` he asked hastily and a bit annoyed (Are you ok, Torrent? What is the matter with you?!``). Staring hard into her eyes, he waited for his disturbed friend to reply. Silently, Torrent's lower lip quivered as she tried to hold back frustrated tears and shouts from coming out as she searched for words. The sternness in her companion's eyes and face did not help her feel relaxed, but only made her feel worse. [Why has this weakness struck me?] She thought, angered again. [What is wrong with me?] Something inside her suddenly snapped, and she shook uncontrollably. The death grip upon the hilt of her sword turned numb as the sword loudly clanked to the floor, and Torrent went limp. Sitting crouched upon her knees and her longs delicate hands placed half-over her ears, she began to spill out words uncontrollably.
``Kela… Kela… Dozo kela… Iluve! ILUEVE, DOZO KELA!!``, She screamed (Go away… Go away… Please go away… Everything, please go away!). ``Mani uma lle mern-amin?!`` (What do you want with me?!) Wild tears and frustrated ramblings flowed from her eyes and mouth as Torrent slowly crumbled. Legolas, now very concerned and utmost scared, tried to comfort her. He stooped down and placed but one hand on her shoulder, and then she turned on him. Like a wild child, she swatted away the hand, and reached for her sword. In a split second, it was pointed at his throat, already scratching at the skin as her nervous hand shook. The elf placed his hands out before him in a 'stop' gesture as he tried to back away slowly by crawling from her. As he slowly stood, she did so also, matching him move for move, still holding him at sword point.
``Amin mellon, Torrent… dozo… calma'ndu.`` (I am a friend, Torrent… please… calm down.) Legolas painfully watched the demonic; disgusting smile on the elf's beautiful face grew from a slight smirk, to a full-fledged, sickly smile. Her lips produced a broken voice that sounded quite tormented as she spoke to him. Anguish shone in her eyes.
``Lle wethrine amin…Mellonea uuma tyar-o' anima a' agare…``(You betrayed me… Friends do not cause one's soul to bleed…) Torrent's once furrowed brow and sharp eyes changed their juxtaposition. Her brow relaxed and her eyes widened as they grew wide and then dilated, fading his once rich-emerald green eyes to a pale olive-grey tone. ``Rato amin na-trovato…`` (Soon I will be found…) said she, her voice barely a whisper and she fainted onto the ground. Legolas cautiously walked over to his fallen friend, and scanned her body to make sure she was not going to lash out upon him. Little did Legolas know was that she was not actually speaking to or with him in any way possible, but to another he could not see, nor hear. Aragorn had heard distressed elven yells and sought out where they were, and found Legolas crouching next to her, gingerly touching Torrent's sweaty forehead.
"What happened?"
"I do not know… We were dueling and she just snapped. I wonder if she saw something."
"Perhaps she is repeating what she did when we first met her, such as dealing with her dreams, and fainting at odd times."
Legolas suspiciously looked at Aragorn, and added onto the comment. "Or maybe someone here helped cause her breakdown." An un-easy silence erupted, as the two said nothing but stared at the limp body before them: one with care set in his eyes, and one with loathing. At length, Legolas spoke. "She said something about being kidnapped earlier today for a short while; taken to some odd room against her will. Apparently, what the man must have disturbed her for she was quiet, even to me. And now this… But, Aragorn… You wouldn't happen to know anything of her run-in today, would you?"
"Of course not Legolas. This is the first I've heard of it." [Liar,] said a small voice in his head. [Liar...] Aragorn chased his thoughts away. Carefully, Legolas began to pick up the limp elf, before being stopped by Aragorn. "Let me carry her for you, Legolas." Nodding slowly, Legolas watched Aragorn with much curiosity as he gingerly picked up his companion. Confusion sparked in the man's eyes as he stood with the girl in his arms. [Why is she so warm?] Wondered he. Disgust washed over Aragorn as he stared down at her, walking behind Legolas. Although, despite the fact that he had grown to dislike her, he couldn't help but feel obliged to care about her well-being somewhat deep-down inside him. The closer they reached to Legolas' room, the warmer Torrent's body grew. As Legolas opened the door, Aragorn dashed in towards the bed and half-hazardly threw her onto it.
"Aragorn!" Legolas cried out, annoyed at his actions. "What is wrong with you?"
"My hands! They burn! She is hot as an inferno, Legolas!" Incredulity glittered like gold in Legolas' eyes as he walked over to the awkwardly placed elf and looked her over. Lightly placing his hand on her arm, he withdrew it quickly, expecting his hand to burn. Nothing of the sort happened. Repeating the touch, he grabbed onto her arm and held onto it for a moment. Nothing happened, nothing burned.
"Nothing happened Aragorn."
"Try holding her." A queer look masked itself onto Legolas face as he sat down and gently lifted her up and held her with his arms. Immediately, warmth spread over Legolas, and slight pulse filled his body. Legolas brought his hand up to Torrent's chest and searched for something; the Ring. Finding it, he grabbed hold of it, and shrieked as the metal burned his fingers and palm. Reflexively, he quickly stood up, getting away from the burning object.
"Did you touch the Ring Aragorn?" Legolas asked quizzically.
"…"
"Aragorn!"
"Yes, I did…"
"Why?"
"I wondered what it was… It seemed to shine a pulsating blue and there were runes on it that glowed in a bright yet dull icy-blue light… I tried to make them out, but as soon as I touched it for longer than a split second, it burned like fire. That sensation soon swept over me, and that's why I threw her onto the bed. What is that Ring, Legolas?"
"A gift from her Aunt," said the beautiful archer, sighing. "It helped her back then… I do not know it's full use or purpose, but she's very protective of it. I've seen the runes, too, and I've touched it before… But it was before this, back when we were first in Rohan…" Legolas began to trail off, as if forgetting what he was going to say.
"When in Rohan?"
"…"
"Legolas… What did you do with that thing in Rohan?" said Aragorn, referring to Torrent.
"I didn't touch it purposely, nor did I wear it. She was very shocked when I took hold of it after I pried her hand away from the thing."
"You're dodging my question, prince. When was this?"
"Right after you and Gimli---" Legolas cut himself off. [I think I may have said too much…] He turned his head and sight away from Aragorn and stared at the stone and tile floor. Aragorn grabbed Legolas' arm with one hand and with the other, jerked the elf's beautiful face to look at him. At the touch, Aragorn shuddered slightly. "Please do not touch me Estel…" spoke the elf, almost pleading him.
"Look at me, Legolas Greenleaf." Brilliant azure eyes met stormy grey ones as the elf met the man's stare. "Right after Gimli and I what?"
"Right after you and Gimli... went for… a drink." Legolas lied. "I'm sorry it took me a bit, I had to stop and think," lied the enchanting elf again. " 'Twas so long ago," [That I claimed her as mine,] said and thought Legolas wistfully.
"Think of it Legolas," spoke the man softly, "all that could have been… All that was." Aragorn forced his mouth upon Legolas' warm lips, and expected to feel the elf tighten, but nothing happened. Legolas still stood there, same relaxed posture as he had moments before. Aragorn pulled away and looked at the archer. The elf's brow furrowed and the small hints of a smile played at his mouth as he spoke.
"Did that have anything at all to do with our subject matter for the moment, Aragorn?"
"None whatsoever…" said he, as he repeated his action and deepened the embrace. Only this time, Legolas responded to it, and brought his hand up to the side of the Ranger's tanned face, who leaned into the touch slightly.
[What am I doing?] thought Legolas, somewhere deep in the back of his mind. [Most of all, why am I enjoying this?] Other emotions shoved aside the nagging thoughts that were once huge in his mind. The elf cupped the man's face in his hands and pulled away gasping for air almost, and his face slightly blushed. "Not here, Aragorn," he muttered. Aragorn smirked and pulled the enticing elf's face towards his, holding it in place with strong hands.
"Why not?" he mumbled, as he kissed the elf, fuelled with emotion. Legolas slid his cold hands underneath Aragorn's shirt causing him to shiver slightly. The two broke away, slightly panting still staring at each other. Aragorn began to work on the elf's shirt, who showed no protest, and ripped it off him without caution. The human ran his hands up and down the elf's warm, strong chest openly gaping at him in wonder of how anyone could be so beautiful. Legolas soon took to Aragorn's shirt, and with grace, removed it. The elf licked his lips, and pressed them onto his companion's neck, and smiled when he heard a soft moan escape Aragorn's mouth as he nipped at the skin. Legolas left trails of kisses and saliva up and down the man's throat until two strong hands stopped him. "Do not torture me so, Legolas," said he seductively as he drank in every aspect of the blonde archer's porcelain face.
"I am not yet finished, Estel," said Legolas, smirking. Slender hands slid down Legolas' back, into the leggings he wore, and cupped his buttocks, causing him to jerk. When the elf began to slide his tongue in and out of Aragorn's mouth, small moans escaped the man's mouth that only encouraged Legolas. Confused and dazed eyes unconsciously watched them from a short distance as another lay silent on the bed.
In Torrent's mind, voices spun out like whispering wind, but grew louder. At the beginning, each voice waited for the first to finish speaking, and then would speak their words. But, after what seemed like an eternity, the words poured out from all over, over-lapping and interrupting one another.
['Do not tempt her… Who is tempting whom? He has betrayed you… All of it is a lie… Look at them. Can you not see them both? Do not stare at the two! Take your eyes away from them. Look at what you have done… Taunting both of them, two who share a pure love? You're using him… You're using him… And as you do this, you also will lose him… Ah-hah-hah…Spiraling down… down… down… He cannot help you now… Just give in… Give it to us! You've no need of it. Torrent… Torrent… Torrent whom has no soul…who is not immortal any more… Look at the riddles plastered on the wall, child… Your fate befalls you, and you will-']
**Real World**
"Stop!" called out the girl in her mind, who lay numbly on the bed as her mind silenced again. "Leave me be," she mumbled to her self-conscious, fighting with the words in her head.
"You were in control last time," said Aragorn as he threw the blond elf onto the bed beside them. "Now it's my turn." Immediately, a groping hand searched the archer as his emotions swept between confusion and joy.
"Estel…" gasped the elf, as his companion's hands tortured him. Aragorn buried his head into the soft gold of Legolas' hair as he caught his breath. A slender, soft hand touched the human's back, causing him to stiffen. Legolas noticed his sudden tenseness, and queried the man. "What is it?" Blue and grey eyes laid their sights upon the owner of the hand. Torrent's eyes resembled those of a sleeping elf, and her mouth was slightly open. Her breathing seemed normal again, but every now and then, a staggering breath would be taken in. The elf unconsciously rolled against the ranger and the archer, as they both tensed. The hand, once on Aragon's side, slid down and limply landed upon the archer's bare chest, almost protectively.
"Is she awake, Legolas?" whispered the ranger into Legolas' ear.
"I do not think so---" began he, as Aragorn interrupted him.
"Nor do I wish her to be," said the man, plaintively agitated, as he sighed.
"Well, I am sorry Aragorn. I cannot control her actions in her sleep."
"You don't seem to do that quite well in consciousness either, Legolas."
"That was rhetorical, Aragorn, and I'd appreciate it if you could be so kind as to recognize it instead of becoming curt with me."
"Sorry, m'lord," said the man mockingly.
"No, my apologies, your kingship. Your highness," mocked Legolas back. [Useless… Git.]
"Elves can be quite----" Aragorn was silenced when he saw 'his' beautiful archer leaning over the other elf, somewhat brooding over her.
A frown planted itself on his face, as he bade Aragorn to leave. Legolas sat leaning over his friend as he stared deep into the eyes, as far as he could, before a veil of black stopped him from searching. Behind her deep green-emerald eyes, there was a dim black cloud. Frustration and sorrow shone back to him when the eyes he so intently gazed into re-focused and stared back.
As she reached up to touch Legolas' sad face, Torrent choked out: "They're coming."