Rating: R - stupid fanfic
Heylo ppl. You may have already read my fic in its former glory Watchers of Lorien. If not helooo!
Ne ways what with fanfics new ruling ive lowered the rating to R. Now, being from the UK and not being totally used to american ratings I'd originaly put this as an NC17 however I think it is suitable for an R rating but a strong one. So if you are easily offended don't read on because the story deals with incest and other stuff that sum ppl don't like.
Only Selien belongs to me. The rest are owned by the genius JRR Tolkein.
Watchers of Lorien
The leafy canopy of the talan met Legolas' eyes as he stirred in his light and dreamfilled sleep. It took a while to work out where he was, this surprised him, being a woodland Elf. It seemed that the Lorien air was filled with a drug.
There was little light, only that from the great lords of the sky. His eyes swiveled around taking in the sleeping figures of Aragorn, Boromir and Gimli. His mind brought to him pictures of the Lorien Elves. Their grey eyes boring into each of them.
Poor Dwarf, he thought. They were not that wicked, but something told Legolas that Haldir and his siblings would not easily change their opinions. Those Elves had been viscous, unlike most, but then they were guarding their borders. They had to be different.
The sound caught his breath like a whip. A short sharp cry pierced the muggy air like an arrow. Legolas wheeled round to the opening, straining his Elven eyes through the half darkness.
The mallorn trunks spiralled upwards. The ground was bumpy with the rocks and fallen leaves. Looking up, the stars were as they always were, shining down comfortingly in this bittersweet world.
Legolas strained his ears for the noise. It could not be Orcs? Surely they could not utter sounds like that. A chilling flash ran down his spine as the sound reached him once more. Longer than before, more revealing. Yes. It was a cry. However it was certainly not one of arrogance, like those from the Lorien Elves before. Or indeed, of pain. This was one of joy, of pleasure, of satisfaction.
Legolas drew his head body back, thinking silently. He was curious. Of course he was. He ached to hear a sound again but something, a subconscious grip, told him to remain in his hiding place.
Part of him knew what was going on. He was not an innocent male. Another part of him did not comprehend it. Legolas knew these borders were guarded by Elves other than Haldir and his siblings but surely no others would need to be in the area with their protection already in place?
He took a deep breath, suddenly realising the extent of the airlessness in the talan. To hell with his instincts, he thought, as the Prince jumped lightly from the leafy shelter. *~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~* Haldir cupped her jaw in his head. Selien's fair hair splayed raggedly on the damp moss behind her head. Their breathing was deep and out of sync. Her eyes could not meet his.
Haldir squeezed his hand tighter, drawing a small moan from his sister.
"Why will you not look at me?" His pleading voice rippled through Selien's body like waves. She did not reply. The grip on her face tightened. He moved closer to her, feeling his breath hot in her ear Selien squirmed.
"Do I disgust you that much?" He whispered, his voice slyly echoing his roaming hand. "You could not take your eyes off me earlier, look at me!" His order whipped her head around. Selien gazed up into his grey depths. A mixture of fear and panic flooded her, she tried desperately to scramble to her feet but Haldir was too strong.
"Hush, melamin." His touch softened as she looked at him again. He bent his head down to hers, their lips meeting, brushing softly. Selien melted, she knew it was wrong, sinful, but it did not matter. Pulling gently at his open tunic she brought their bodies in contact once more.
"Forgive me." She whispered hoarsely, caressing his trembling skin. He brought her head to his once more. "Nay, Selien. I do not forgive." Her eyes held desperation; she clung to him, her face bitter. Haldir looked at her, that warming feeling of power returning. "Take me." He ordered, she looked at him, his face thick with malice. Who was she to stop it?
Moving down his muscular body with feathery kisses she clasped her soft hand around his growing sex. Not pausing to look at his face she moved her hand down his shaft, pressing, as he liked at the base. Haldir writhed beneath her, kept in place by her other hand. Up and down her hand worked. As her pace grew, so did he, harder and weeping. Throaty moans escaped his moist lips. Selien moved her mouth onto him, teasing his tip, tasting him.
She did not pause to think, that was not her place. His shaft slid in her mouth, her tongue circling him, running up and down, teasing, and finally settling on that spot he wanted so much. She cupped his orbs, driving him wild with her fire. He was close now, too close. Selien took his base and squeezed, shooting desire up his muscles and out through his mouth. Usually being careful to remain quiet, Haldir did not care, crying out with his release.
He lay there, scattered clothes about him. His chest rose and fell quickly, his eyes bored into her. "Very good." He muttered breathlessly. Selien shot him a withering glance.
"You should know to keep quiet, Haldir." She turned her head, feeling his hand creeping up her back. "I should get back. Orophin will miss me." She could feel him pause.
"Orophin?" He asked quietly, the jealously too apparent in his voice. Selien looked down. "Yes, Haldir. I have a job to do." She got up, smoothly pulling on her garments. Haldir watched the pale skin disappear before him. Selien glanced down at him, sighing.
"I am going to guard our borders. Nothing else." She held her head high. Sadly her eyes were drawn downwards before she could stop herself. "Haldir, lasto beth nin [listen to me], I love you. You have to trust me." Her voice was soft and low. It warmed his chilled skin.
Looking like an obedient puppy, Haldir nodded. He did not seem so powerful when Selien mentioned anyone else. He watched her cross their nest, out of sight. He closed his eyes slowly, drawing a steadying breath. Haldir sensed that something was going to happen. He knew, the air was disturbed, thick with something over than the Lady's mist.
Heylo ppl. You may have already read my fic in its former glory Watchers of Lorien. If not helooo!
Ne ways what with fanfics new ruling ive lowered the rating to R. Now, being from the UK and not being totally used to american ratings I'd originaly put this as an NC17 however I think it is suitable for an R rating but a strong one. So if you are easily offended don't read on because the story deals with incest and other stuff that sum ppl don't like.
Only Selien belongs to me. The rest are owned by the genius JRR Tolkein.
Watchers of Lorien
The leafy canopy of the talan met Legolas' eyes as he stirred in his light and dreamfilled sleep. It took a while to work out where he was, this surprised him, being a woodland Elf. It seemed that the Lorien air was filled with a drug.
There was little light, only that from the great lords of the sky. His eyes swiveled around taking in the sleeping figures of Aragorn, Boromir and Gimli. His mind brought to him pictures of the Lorien Elves. Their grey eyes boring into each of them.
Poor Dwarf, he thought. They were not that wicked, but something told Legolas that Haldir and his siblings would not easily change their opinions. Those Elves had been viscous, unlike most, but then they were guarding their borders. They had to be different.
The sound caught his breath like a whip. A short sharp cry pierced the muggy air like an arrow. Legolas wheeled round to the opening, straining his Elven eyes through the half darkness.
The mallorn trunks spiralled upwards. The ground was bumpy with the rocks and fallen leaves. Looking up, the stars were as they always were, shining down comfortingly in this bittersweet world.
Legolas strained his ears for the noise. It could not be Orcs? Surely they could not utter sounds like that. A chilling flash ran down his spine as the sound reached him once more. Longer than before, more revealing. Yes. It was a cry. However it was certainly not one of arrogance, like those from the Lorien Elves before. Or indeed, of pain. This was one of joy, of pleasure, of satisfaction.
Legolas drew his head body back, thinking silently. He was curious. Of course he was. He ached to hear a sound again but something, a subconscious grip, told him to remain in his hiding place.
Part of him knew what was going on. He was not an innocent male. Another part of him did not comprehend it. Legolas knew these borders were guarded by Elves other than Haldir and his siblings but surely no others would need to be in the area with their protection already in place?
He took a deep breath, suddenly realising the extent of the airlessness in the talan. To hell with his instincts, he thought, as the Prince jumped lightly from the leafy shelter. *~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~* Haldir cupped her jaw in his head. Selien's fair hair splayed raggedly on the damp moss behind her head. Their breathing was deep and out of sync. Her eyes could not meet his.
Haldir squeezed his hand tighter, drawing a small moan from his sister.
"Why will you not look at me?" His pleading voice rippled through Selien's body like waves. She did not reply. The grip on her face tightened. He moved closer to her, feeling his breath hot in her ear Selien squirmed.
"Do I disgust you that much?" He whispered, his voice slyly echoing his roaming hand. "You could not take your eyes off me earlier, look at me!" His order whipped her head around. Selien gazed up into his grey depths. A mixture of fear and panic flooded her, she tried desperately to scramble to her feet but Haldir was too strong.
"Hush, melamin." His touch softened as she looked at him again. He bent his head down to hers, their lips meeting, brushing softly. Selien melted, she knew it was wrong, sinful, but it did not matter. Pulling gently at his open tunic she brought their bodies in contact once more.
"Forgive me." She whispered hoarsely, caressing his trembling skin. He brought her head to his once more. "Nay, Selien. I do not forgive." Her eyes held desperation; she clung to him, her face bitter. Haldir looked at her, that warming feeling of power returning. "Take me." He ordered, she looked at him, his face thick with malice. Who was she to stop it?
Moving down his muscular body with feathery kisses she clasped her soft hand around his growing sex. Not pausing to look at his face she moved her hand down his shaft, pressing, as he liked at the base. Haldir writhed beneath her, kept in place by her other hand. Up and down her hand worked. As her pace grew, so did he, harder and weeping. Throaty moans escaped his moist lips. Selien moved her mouth onto him, teasing his tip, tasting him.
She did not pause to think, that was not her place. His shaft slid in her mouth, her tongue circling him, running up and down, teasing, and finally settling on that spot he wanted so much. She cupped his orbs, driving him wild with her fire. He was close now, too close. Selien took his base and squeezed, shooting desire up his muscles and out through his mouth. Usually being careful to remain quiet, Haldir did not care, crying out with his release.
He lay there, scattered clothes about him. His chest rose and fell quickly, his eyes bored into her. "Very good." He muttered breathlessly. Selien shot him a withering glance.
"You should know to keep quiet, Haldir." She turned her head, feeling his hand creeping up her back. "I should get back. Orophin will miss me." She could feel him pause.
"Orophin?" He asked quietly, the jealously too apparent in his voice. Selien looked down. "Yes, Haldir. I have a job to do." She got up, smoothly pulling on her garments. Haldir watched the pale skin disappear before him. Selien glanced down at him, sighing.
"I am going to guard our borders. Nothing else." She held her head high. Sadly her eyes were drawn downwards before she could stop herself. "Haldir, lasto beth nin [listen to me], I love you. You have to trust me." Her voice was soft and low. It warmed his chilled skin.
Looking like an obedient puppy, Haldir nodded. He did not seem so powerful when Selien mentioned anyone else. He watched her cross their nest, out of sight. He closed his eyes slowly, drawing a steadying breath. Haldir sensed that something was going to happen. He knew, the air was disturbed, thick with something over than the Lady's mist.