Chapter 19
Six months past and Tally was happier than she knew possible. She and Legolas were inseparable, practically an extension of each other. She grew to know his moods, his like and dislikes and exactly how to wind him round her little finger, not that she did that very often. Legolas grew to wonder at the woman her loved. He loved her more than life itself. They were in each other's thoughts first thing in the morning and the last thing they thought of before closing their eyes.
Tally had spent the months learning about the history of her people and the language of the elves. She spoke almost solely now in Sindarin, dropping in the occasional words which there were no translations of. She had learnt quickly and impressed both Gandalf and Elrond in the way she had grasped all the information they had given her. Tally had also learnt she was an accomplished fighter, she really did have the gifts of her ancestors. She rivalled the elves in her archery and the men in her swordplay. They were shocked when sparring with her at her strength and speed. Tally finally felt ready to take on what the Enemy had to throw at her. He no longer visited her in her dreams, he had given up as he found he could no longer terrorise her and she fought all her said.
One afternoon she was practising her archery with Legolas. Tally strung the arrow in her bow and aimed at the target, she was about to let go when someone began sucking at her ear. The arrow shot wide and ended up wobbling in a tree some distance to the right of the target. She turned round furious, "Now look what you made me do. Don't distract me."
"Tally, my love, in battle there are many distractions. You must be able to focus on your target no matter what is happening around you... or to you. Try again."
Tally strung another arrow. She aimed it at the centre of the target. Legolas began to kiss her neck, softly nuzzling her, just the way she liked it. Tally trembled at his touch. Focus, she thought, focus. The arrow hit the target, just off the centre.
"Good, but you know you can do better." He handed her another arrow. He began kissing her again, but just as she saw her start to let go, he began to tickle her. Tally, however, held her composure and the arrow hit dead centre. Tally was jubilant,
"Ahh you see Legolas, you just obviously don't do it for me anymore."
"Come here you," he tried to grasp her round the waist but she ran off. Tally had found her elf-speed and managed to dart away from him and put some distance between them before stopping and turning round. Legolas was coming up behind her, "What am I going to do with you?" he said before claiming her mouth. They stood there, engrossed in the taste of each other, oblivious to the world around them. Tally ran her fingers through his long hair which was loose over his shoulders and stroked the pointed tips of his ears. Legolas groaned loudly as she did so, pulling her closer to him so she could feel the size of his desire for her. Tally pulled away,
"No, Legolas, no. You know that. I can't. Not yet."
"I think I'll go and collect up our arrows," he said not looking in her eyes before walking off.
Tally sat on the ground. It was the only stumbling block in their relationship. Sex. It wasn't that she didn't want to, it was just that every time Tally thought of it, the image of the orc standing over her, thrusting in and out, grunting and breathing its vile breath all over her, came back to her and she couldn't get it out of her head. Legolas couldn't seem to understand it, or he didn't want to. He was satisfied, she knew that, but satisfied isn't good enough for elves, they need total gratification. It's all or nothing as Legolas had once said. Tally went to sort out Naela amongst the elf women. They had become good friends over the months, and Tally was glad of the female company as she spent most of her time with gung-ho males. She had told Naela what had happened to her and Naela had offered to speak to Legolas on numerous occasions in an effort to bring peace between the two, but Tally forbade it, knowing Legolas would be upset. Naela, it seemed had disappeared that afternoon with her husband Talin according to her maid, and probably wouldn't want to be disturbed that evening either. Tally nodded and left, making her way back to her room.
Six months past and Tally was happier than she knew possible. She and Legolas were inseparable, practically an extension of each other. She grew to know his moods, his like and dislikes and exactly how to wind him round her little finger, not that she did that very often. Legolas grew to wonder at the woman her loved. He loved her more than life itself. They were in each other's thoughts first thing in the morning and the last thing they thought of before closing their eyes.
Tally had spent the months learning about the history of her people and the language of the elves. She spoke almost solely now in Sindarin, dropping in the occasional words which there were no translations of. She had learnt quickly and impressed both Gandalf and Elrond in the way she had grasped all the information they had given her. Tally had also learnt she was an accomplished fighter, she really did have the gifts of her ancestors. She rivalled the elves in her archery and the men in her swordplay. They were shocked when sparring with her at her strength and speed. Tally finally felt ready to take on what the Enemy had to throw at her. He no longer visited her in her dreams, he had given up as he found he could no longer terrorise her and she fought all her said.
One afternoon she was practising her archery with Legolas. Tally strung the arrow in her bow and aimed at the target, she was about to let go when someone began sucking at her ear. The arrow shot wide and ended up wobbling in a tree some distance to the right of the target. She turned round furious, "Now look what you made me do. Don't distract me."
"Tally, my love, in battle there are many distractions. You must be able to focus on your target no matter what is happening around you... or to you. Try again."
Tally strung another arrow. She aimed it at the centre of the target. Legolas began to kiss her neck, softly nuzzling her, just the way she liked it. Tally trembled at his touch. Focus, she thought, focus. The arrow hit the target, just off the centre.
"Good, but you know you can do better." He handed her another arrow. He began kissing her again, but just as she saw her start to let go, he began to tickle her. Tally, however, held her composure and the arrow hit dead centre. Tally was jubilant,
"Ahh you see Legolas, you just obviously don't do it for me anymore."
"Come here you," he tried to grasp her round the waist but she ran off. Tally had found her elf-speed and managed to dart away from him and put some distance between them before stopping and turning round. Legolas was coming up behind her, "What am I going to do with you?" he said before claiming her mouth. They stood there, engrossed in the taste of each other, oblivious to the world around them. Tally ran her fingers through his long hair which was loose over his shoulders and stroked the pointed tips of his ears. Legolas groaned loudly as she did so, pulling her closer to him so she could feel the size of his desire for her. Tally pulled away,
"No, Legolas, no. You know that. I can't. Not yet."
"I think I'll go and collect up our arrows," he said not looking in her eyes before walking off.
Tally sat on the ground. It was the only stumbling block in their relationship. Sex. It wasn't that she didn't want to, it was just that every time Tally thought of it, the image of the orc standing over her, thrusting in and out, grunting and breathing its vile breath all over her, came back to her and she couldn't get it out of her head. Legolas couldn't seem to understand it, or he didn't want to. He was satisfied, she knew that, but satisfied isn't good enough for elves, they need total gratification. It's all or nothing as Legolas had once said. Tally went to sort out Naela amongst the elf women. They had become good friends over the months, and Tally was glad of the female company as she spent most of her time with gung-ho males. She had told Naela what had happened to her and Naela had offered to speak to Legolas on numerous occasions in an effort to bring peace between the two, but Tally forbade it, knowing Legolas would be upset. Naela, it seemed had disappeared that afternoon with her husband Talin according to her maid, and probably wouldn't want to be disturbed that evening either. Tally nodded and left, making her way back to her room.
