disclaimer: everything owned by Tolkien
i'm simply borrowing.
this is my first LotR fanfic, so be nice. i applogize for spelling errors
and the like.
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*~*~*~*~*~* My elven lover *~*~*~*~*~*
As I sit and gaze into the dying embers, I feel the door opening. A hand comes to rest on my shoulder and I relax. I lean my head back and close my eyes. I come into contact with my lovers chest and let my head rest there. His hand brushes through my hair, entangling wayward strands. Then he leans down and kisses me on the lips. A short and sweet kiss, promising love and hope. But in my heart I know, there is no hope for our love. We are facing dark times and no one knows the outcome. And of course, there is always the fear of being discovered. As he pulls me into a standing postion I do not resist. His arms encirle me and I kiss him. He returns my kiss and I run my hands through his beautiful hair. He backs us up untill we fall onto the large bed.
Later, when the moons falls into my chambers I watch him sleep. My elven lover. The moonlight plays over his pale skin, making it glow even more than usual. His hair is tangled and strewn across the pillow. One of his hands rests in mine. The difference in our skincolors is so great that I look dirty compared to him. I lean over him and kiss his forehead. Then I stand and dress myself. I walk to the window and gaze outside. I feel the shadow that is coming from the east, enveloping everything, and I turn sad.
These are bad times.
I turn to leave the room when I hear him speak my name. "Aragorn...?" It is soft and not as commanding as it usually sounds. I turn back to him. " Yes, Legolas?" "Stay with me. Don't go back to her this night." I smile sadly and return to the bed. I hold him close and hr drifts back to sleep clutching me to him.
The morning comes to early and I have to return to my lady, the lady Arwen, who knows nothing of my love to the Prince of Mirkwood.
As I see her I smile and embrace her. She kisses me softly. I run a hand across her hair and imagine blond strands slipping through my fingers. I feel guilty.
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*~*~*~*~*~* My elven lover *~*~*~*~*~*
As I sit and gaze into the dying embers, I feel the door opening. A hand comes to rest on my shoulder and I relax. I lean my head back and close my eyes. I come into contact with my lovers chest and let my head rest there. His hand brushes through my hair, entangling wayward strands. Then he leans down and kisses me on the lips. A short and sweet kiss, promising love and hope. But in my heart I know, there is no hope for our love. We are facing dark times and no one knows the outcome. And of course, there is always the fear of being discovered. As he pulls me into a standing postion I do not resist. His arms encirle me and I kiss him. He returns my kiss and I run my hands through his beautiful hair. He backs us up untill we fall onto the large bed.
Later, when the moons falls into my chambers I watch him sleep. My elven lover. The moonlight plays over his pale skin, making it glow even more than usual. His hair is tangled and strewn across the pillow. One of his hands rests in mine. The difference in our skincolors is so great that I look dirty compared to him. I lean over him and kiss his forehead. Then I stand and dress myself. I walk to the window and gaze outside. I feel the shadow that is coming from the east, enveloping everything, and I turn sad.
These are bad times.
I turn to leave the room when I hear him speak my name. "Aragorn...?" It is soft and not as commanding as it usually sounds. I turn back to him. " Yes, Legolas?" "Stay with me. Don't go back to her this night." I smile sadly and return to the bed. I hold him close and hr drifts back to sleep clutching me to him.
The morning comes to early and I have to return to my lady, the lady Arwen, who knows nothing of my love to the Prince of Mirkwood.
As I see her I smile and embrace her. She kisses me softly. I run a hand across her hair and imagine blond strands slipping through my fingers. I feel guilty.