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Elenya by Shelly
CHAPTER SIXTEEN
She stood there speechless, her heart in her throat as she saw him for the first time since the night she left him, still looking just as handsome as ever. What had made her stop though was the intense attraction to him that always drew her to him which she had to fight against even now to keep herself from running to him and throwing herself into his arms. And although she fought against it with all her might she couldn't help but long for the strength of his arms around her, the soft pressure of his lips, and the feel of his hands on her body.
Aragorn saw the war she waged within herself and knew without a doubt that this man held her heart and soul and it pained his own heart to have to put her through this. Boromir had asked him to bring Lillisandra to see Cerin Amroth so he would have a chance to speak with her without the ring influencing him, and if it did then Aragorn was there to prevent any harm that he might cause her. The only thing he hadn't expected was the strength of their feelings towards one another.
She turned her eyes from him, shutting them tight and sending two tears racing down her pale cheeks. She had to get control over herself if she was going to remain true to her word and allow the feelings between her and Legolas to have a chance to develop. But it was difficult to do when he was standing so near to her and yet so far away.
Then she opened her eyes and saw Aragorn's gaze on her, and anger consumed her to help drive away the confusion of her mangled heart. "Aren't you just as cruel, my friend, to bring me out here to see for yourself just how true my words are? Do you wish to see me suffer?"
He set his hands on her shoulders to prevent her words from going any further. "No, I do not, Lilli. And I apologize if it seems so as the last thing I wanted was to cause you such torment. Boromir asked me to bring you to Cerin Amroth to speak with you."
"Speak with me?" she asked, confused. "About what? We have nothing to talk about if what Legolas said to me was true," she added, bitterness coloring her words.
"That is what he wishes to talk to you about it. It appears he knows you well as he said you would react in such a way."
She sighed. "He does indeed." Then she straightened her shoulders and resumed their walk across the bridge, bringing her closer and closer to him with each step she took, her heart pounding in her ears.
Boromir saw the tremendous effort she was exerting to keep her emotions under control, just as he was having to do the same himself. It had been almost two months since he had looked upon her, and he fought against falling in love with her all over again as it would only cause them both more pain. Finally she stopped before him and he bowed his head to her in greeting. "Good morning, my lady."
Even the sound of his voice threatened to tear down her hard fought composure and she managed a similar greeting in reply. "It is good to see you alive and well," she added in a voice barely above a whisper, her eyes roaming over his face and body as if to commit every detail to memory.
"And you also," he replied, tearing his eyes from her before his own composure failed. "I suppose we had better start walking. It is half a day's travel from here and we'd best get back before nightfall."
The three of them started on the path to Cerin Amroth, the silence strained between them at first before Lillisandra asked Aragorn to tell of their journey after they had left Rivendell. He told her of the long walks and of the creatures known as crebain that had spied upon them while they were in Hollin as well as the sparring lessons Boromir had given Merry and Pippin. She smiled at the mental picture that called up, surprised and touched that he had offered to do such a thing for them.
Then he spoke of their ordeal on the high peak of Caradhras where Frodo had bid them to cross through Moria rather than to risk the dangers on their current path. But once in Moria did he realize that there was an even greater danger lurking beneath the earth than that which lie above, resulting in the loss of Gandalf.
She felt a hand slide its way into her own, and she looked at Boromir in surprise when she saw it was his. "How did your own journey fare?" he asked her.
"I had very little trouble up until I came near to the borders of Lorien where I'm assuming the orcs the elves fought came from Moria," she answered, wondering why he held her hand when such contact between them was dangerous.
"I am glad to hear it," he answered then released her hand as they continued walking towards their destination.
They soon stopped for a short rest and a drink of water before starting off again, leading her to wonder if they would ever arrive. Not long after they came upon a great mound, and she could see that there were two rings of trees that surrounded a huge mallorn, the outer made of white trees and the inner of gold. In the mallorn, she could make out what appeared to be a flet.
They stopped at the foot of the mound to catch their breath, and she marveled at the beauty of the flowers that grew amongst the green grass as well as the delicate scent that drifted up to her on the wings of the wind. Never had she looked upon anything more beautiful in her life, and her heart was lightened by it.
"Here is where Amroth, beloved of Nimrodel, once lived and his house was there in the center tree where the flet is now. It is here where Arwen and I were betrothed to one another twenty and nine years ago."
She couldn't help but smile as Boromir's eyes widened. "Just how old are you?" he asked.
Aragorn smiled. "Better yet to ask how many years Arwen has seen or Lilli for that matter."
"And you should know that it is inappropriate to ask a lady about her age or speak of it," she replied loftily as she saw Boromir was about to open his mouth, drawing a laugh from both Aragorn and Boromir, who leaned down and plucked a slender niphredil to offer it to her with a courtly bow. She accepted the green and white flower from him and held it up to inhale its scent, her eyes gazing deep into his.
Seeing for himself the deep love that they shared for each other, Aragorn's own heart ached for his beloved which had stayed in Rivendell to be with her father. "Come, let me lead you to the flet where the forests of Mirkwood can be seen."
Her smile faded somewhat at the mention of Legolas' homeland, and she followed Aragorn up the hill as they passed through the double ring to reach the mallorn and climb up the ladder where they emerged onto the flet. He pointed east to the shadowed wood where Dol Guldur stood, an infection that was waiting to spread. "It is believed that evil still resides there and the elves of Mirkwood will not go near it."
Looking upon it, she felt as if she were back at Minas Tirith on the embrasure overlooking the Great Gate and seeing the fiery midnight skies that were lit by the flames of Mount Doom, and even in fair Lorien the memory caused a chill to race through her. Boromir saw the haunted light in her eyes and knew what thoughts ran through her mind as he shared the same, and even as he did on that night in the White City he wrapped his arms around her and held her close as if to protect her from the evil that surrounded them.
Feeling the time was right to leave them alone with each other, Aragorn walked back down the ladder to the foot of the mallorn where he would remain in case he was needed, his own memories dwelling on the time he spent here with Arwen.
Lillisandra leaned back into his embrace, her thoughts turning from the past to the very real present as she took comfort in his strong arms about her. She felt his fingers brush against the back of her neck as he drew away the curtain of her hair and kissed the side of her neck, her insides melting as a slow burning began in the pit of her stomach. Turning in his arms, she took his face in her hands and kissed him deeply and fiercely, his name moaned desperately in between kisses as her need for him took over, his own desire evident as he nearly pulled her off her feet in an attempt to bring their bodies even closer together.
They pulled apart when their need for air became greater than their desire, and she gazed at him through eyes shadowed with desire as her fingers came up to touch his face, running over the hair surrounding his mouth and chin. His own hands came up to brush away the strands of hair that had been whipped between them by the breeze that conspired to hide her beauty from him, and she closed her eyes as she surrendered to his touch, her head tilting back to expose her throat to him which he quickly claimed with his mouth. He heard her gasp of desire as his lips found the sensitive hollow of her throat, and he drove her even crazier when his tongue licked where he nipped with his teeth.
He pulled her back to him to claim her lips once more before slowly reminding himself that this was not why he had wished to come out here, although his body cried out for her after being separated from her for so long. He held her close to him, content just to feel her in his arms for now. "You know, I came here with every intent to let you go," he began. "But now that I have you, I fear that I can never do so as I still love you as much as I did the first time I saw you." Then he smiled. "Nay, the first time we danced together when you dug your heel into my foot."
She laughed as she thought back to the banquet that had been held before her departure from Silmarion. "You thought I had meant to shoot you but missed out of clumsiness or inexperience, which one I do not know." She shook her head. "It seems so long ago yet it has only been seven months since we first met." Then she swallowed deeply as her mirth faded and more sobering thoughts intruded upon her mind. "I, too, want us to be together more than anything. But with things being the way they are now, I fear that it can never be." She looked up at him as she breathed deeply to gather her courage to say what needed to be said. "There is also something that I think you need to know, Boromir.
"I think I may be falling in love with Legolas."
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Whoa, wait a minute, what's she doing telling him that? I thought I'd leave it at that, 'cause like I said, I'm cruel. Hee-hee! *dodges flying objects once again before being knocked down by a Boromir plushie*
Dwen and ollyg: Take that you evil author!
*sees dancing orcs parade around her head* Ow.
Elenya by Shelly
CHAPTER SIXTEEN
She stood there speechless, her heart in her throat as she saw him for the first time since the night she left him, still looking just as handsome as ever. What had made her stop though was the intense attraction to him that always drew her to him which she had to fight against even now to keep herself from running to him and throwing herself into his arms. And although she fought against it with all her might she couldn't help but long for the strength of his arms around her, the soft pressure of his lips, and the feel of his hands on her body.
Aragorn saw the war she waged within herself and knew without a doubt that this man held her heart and soul and it pained his own heart to have to put her through this. Boromir had asked him to bring Lillisandra to see Cerin Amroth so he would have a chance to speak with her without the ring influencing him, and if it did then Aragorn was there to prevent any harm that he might cause her. The only thing he hadn't expected was the strength of their feelings towards one another.
She turned her eyes from him, shutting them tight and sending two tears racing down her pale cheeks. She had to get control over herself if she was going to remain true to her word and allow the feelings between her and Legolas to have a chance to develop. But it was difficult to do when he was standing so near to her and yet so far away.
Then she opened her eyes and saw Aragorn's gaze on her, and anger consumed her to help drive away the confusion of her mangled heart. "Aren't you just as cruel, my friend, to bring me out here to see for yourself just how true my words are? Do you wish to see me suffer?"
He set his hands on her shoulders to prevent her words from going any further. "No, I do not, Lilli. And I apologize if it seems so as the last thing I wanted was to cause you such torment. Boromir asked me to bring you to Cerin Amroth to speak with you."
"Speak with me?" she asked, confused. "About what? We have nothing to talk about if what Legolas said to me was true," she added, bitterness coloring her words.
"That is what he wishes to talk to you about it. It appears he knows you well as he said you would react in such a way."
She sighed. "He does indeed." Then she straightened her shoulders and resumed their walk across the bridge, bringing her closer and closer to him with each step she took, her heart pounding in her ears.
Boromir saw the tremendous effort she was exerting to keep her emotions under control, just as he was having to do the same himself. It had been almost two months since he had looked upon her, and he fought against falling in love with her all over again as it would only cause them both more pain. Finally she stopped before him and he bowed his head to her in greeting. "Good morning, my lady."
Even the sound of his voice threatened to tear down her hard fought composure and she managed a similar greeting in reply. "It is good to see you alive and well," she added in a voice barely above a whisper, her eyes roaming over his face and body as if to commit every detail to memory.
"And you also," he replied, tearing his eyes from her before his own composure failed. "I suppose we had better start walking. It is half a day's travel from here and we'd best get back before nightfall."
The three of them started on the path to Cerin Amroth, the silence strained between them at first before Lillisandra asked Aragorn to tell of their journey after they had left Rivendell. He told her of the long walks and of the creatures known as crebain that had spied upon them while they were in Hollin as well as the sparring lessons Boromir had given Merry and Pippin. She smiled at the mental picture that called up, surprised and touched that he had offered to do such a thing for them.
Then he spoke of their ordeal on the high peak of Caradhras where Frodo had bid them to cross through Moria rather than to risk the dangers on their current path. But once in Moria did he realize that there was an even greater danger lurking beneath the earth than that which lie above, resulting in the loss of Gandalf.
She felt a hand slide its way into her own, and she looked at Boromir in surprise when she saw it was his. "How did your own journey fare?" he asked her.
"I had very little trouble up until I came near to the borders of Lorien where I'm assuming the orcs the elves fought came from Moria," she answered, wondering why he held her hand when such contact between them was dangerous.
"I am glad to hear it," he answered then released her hand as they continued walking towards their destination.
They soon stopped for a short rest and a drink of water before starting off again, leading her to wonder if they would ever arrive. Not long after they came upon a great mound, and she could see that there were two rings of trees that surrounded a huge mallorn, the outer made of white trees and the inner of gold. In the mallorn, she could make out what appeared to be a flet.
They stopped at the foot of the mound to catch their breath, and she marveled at the beauty of the flowers that grew amongst the green grass as well as the delicate scent that drifted up to her on the wings of the wind. Never had she looked upon anything more beautiful in her life, and her heart was lightened by it.
"Here is where Amroth, beloved of Nimrodel, once lived and his house was there in the center tree where the flet is now. It is here where Arwen and I were betrothed to one another twenty and nine years ago."
She couldn't help but smile as Boromir's eyes widened. "Just how old are you?" he asked.
Aragorn smiled. "Better yet to ask how many years Arwen has seen or Lilli for that matter."
"And you should know that it is inappropriate to ask a lady about her age or speak of it," she replied loftily as she saw Boromir was about to open his mouth, drawing a laugh from both Aragorn and Boromir, who leaned down and plucked a slender niphredil to offer it to her with a courtly bow. She accepted the green and white flower from him and held it up to inhale its scent, her eyes gazing deep into his.
Seeing for himself the deep love that they shared for each other, Aragorn's own heart ached for his beloved which had stayed in Rivendell to be with her father. "Come, let me lead you to the flet where the forests of Mirkwood can be seen."
Her smile faded somewhat at the mention of Legolas' homeland, and she followed Aragorn up the hill as they passed through the double ring to reach the mallorn and climb up the ladder where they emerged onto the flet. He pointed east to the shadowed wood where Dol Guldur stood, an infection that was waiting to spread. "It is believed that evil still resides there and the elves of Mirkwood will not go near it."
Looking upon it, she felt as if she were back at Minas Tirith on the embrasure overlooking the Great Gate and seeing the fiery midnight skies that were lit by the flames of Mount Doom, and even in fair Lorien the memory caused a chill to race through her. Boromir saw the haunted light in her eyes and knew what thoughts ran through her mind as he shared the same, and even as he did on that night in the White City he wrapped his arms around her and held her close as if to protect her from the evil that surrounded them.
Feeling the time was right to leave them alone with each other, Aragorn walked back down the ladder to the foot of the mallorn where he would remain in case he was needed, his own memories dwelling on the time he spent here with Arwen.
Lillisandra leaned back into his embrace, her thoughts turning from the past to the very real present as she took comfort in his strong arms about her. She felt his fingers brush against the back of her neck as he drew away the curtain of her hair and kissed the side of her neck, her insides melting as a slow burning began in the pit of her stomach. Turning in his arms, she took his face in her hands and kissed him deeply and fiercely, his name moaned desperately in between kisses as her need for him took over, his own desire evident as he nearly pulled her off her feet in an attempt to bring their bodies even closer together.
They pulled apart when their need for air became greater than their desire, and she gazed at him through eyes shadowed with desire as her fingers came up to touch his face, running over the hair surrounding his mouth and chin. His own hands came up to brush away the strands of hair that had been whipped between them by the breeze that conspired to hide her beauty from him, and she closed her eyes as she surrendered to his touch, her head tilting back to expose her throat to him which he quickly claimed with his mouth. He heard her gasp of desire as his lips found the sensitive hollow of her throat, and he drove her even crazier when his tongue licked where he nipped with his teeth.
He pulled her back to him to claim her lips once more before slowly reminding himself that this was not why he had wished to come out here, although his body cried out for her after being separated from her for so long. He held her close to him, content just to feel her in his arms for now. "You know, I came here with every intent to let you go," he began. "But now that I have you, I fear that I can never do so as I still love you as much as I did the first time I saw you." Then he smiled. "Nay, the first time we danced together when you dug your heel into my foot."
She laughed as she thought back to the banquet that had been held before her departure from Silmarion. "You thought I had meant to shoot you but missed out of clumsiness or inexperience, which one I do not know." She shook her head. "It seems so long ago yet it has only been seven months since we first met." Then she swallowed deeply as her mirth faded and more sobering thoughts intruded upon her mind. "I, too, want us to be together more than anything. But with things being the way they are now, I fear that it can never be." She looked up at him as she breathed deeply to gather her courage to say what needed to be said. "There is also something that I think you need to know, Boromir.
"I think I may be falling in love with Legolas."
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Whoa, wait a minute, what's she doing telling him that? I thought I'd leave it at that, 'cause like I said, I'm cruel. Hee-hee! *dodges flying objects once again before being knocked down by a Boromir plushie*
Dwen and ollyg: Take that you evil author!
*sees dancing orcs parade around her head* Ow.
