The night's banquet continued. Legolas sulked at his table. He had
already turned down Alynya's requests to dance many times. Now she had
given up and danced with Pippin while the hobbit stood on one of the long
benches. She smiled and laughed as she twirled around the amusing
halfling, her brilliant blue dress billowing as she spun. There was always
such joy about her. So much life.
As the next song started, Legolas sat up straight. The Lord of Gondor bowed before *his * lady and offered his hand. Alyna curtsied and was swept into his arms as he navigated the dance floor. She smiled up at him, and Boromir held her far too close in the elf's opinion. He stood up, ready to cut in, but Aragorn beat him to it, exchanging partners, and casting Legolas a pointed look before whirling Alynya back into the dance. Furious at the situation, Legolas stormed to his chambers.
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A soft knock at his door only irritated Legolas. He rolled over and buried his face in his pillow. He heard the door to his room open and rolled over to tell Aragorn to go away. But his breath caught as he saw Alynya standing in the doorway. She wore a luminescent night gown and she padded across the room in her bare feet. Legolas's mouth went dry.
"You seemed troubled tonight. Is there anything I can do?" She sat next to him on the bed and held his hand. Just having her this close was intoxicating. But he needed to set her straight. They could not continue. He closed his eyes for a moment to steel himself for this speech. As he opened his mouth, he felt her lips, feather light, on his. He responded out of instinct and need, his mouth increasing pressure on hers until she opened and his tongue swept in to rub against hers.
Alynya moaned into his mouth and soon found herself rolled underneath the slender elf. She reached her arms up to wind around his neck, but he caught her hands and looked down at her, a serious expression on his face. "Alynya, we have to stop this." Belying his words, she felt his hard length pressed against her thigh.
"It doesn't feel like you want to stop, my prince." She squirmed beneath him, receiving a groan in return. There were no further protests as Legolas gave in to the woman who had been born to love him.
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The Council sat in judgment the next day. The fate of Middle Earth lay in their hands. The world of men would fall. The elves were leaving these shores. Where, then, would Alynya go? She had no family. Her mother had died when she was just a child. Her father had given service for many years to the elves. And upon his death, Elrond had brought his daughter to live among them. Once the elves went west, Alynya would be alone. And with the shadow of Mordor spreading on the land, Alynya would be lost.
He couldn't let that happen. "The Ring must be destroyed!" Legolas shouted. Should he need to, he would take the Ring himself.
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"When will you return?" Alynya lay with her head upon his chest as he absently stroked her hair.
"I'm not sure. Not until the Ring is destroyed." Her arms tightened around him slightly. He knew she was scared, but it had to be done. If this wasn't worth risking his life for, then what was? He tried as best he could to leave her sweet memories until he returned. And to cement in his mind what he was fighting for.
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Months had passed with no word of the Fellowship. They had reached Lothlorien weeks ago, and Galadriel had informed Elrond of their progress. But now Alynya waited anxiously for news of her love. Rivendel was emptying. Sorrowful goodbyes had been shed between all, especially Arwen. Since she came to Rivendell, Arwen had been like a mother to her. Elrond kissed her forehead.
"I do not know what to tell you, my little one. There is no safe place for you to go, should Middle Earth fall. Head west if trouble comes. Until then the city is yours." He gathered his belongings and began his departure.
As the next song started, Legolas sat up straight. The Lord of Gondor bowed before *his * lady and offered his hand. Alyna curtsied and was swept into his arms as he navigated the dance floor. She smiled up at him, and Boromir held her far too close in the elf's opinion. He stood up, ready to cut in, but Aragorn beat him to it, exchanging partners, and casting Legolas a pointed look before whirling Alynya back into the dance. Furious at the situation, Legolas stormed to his chambers.
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A soft knock at his door only irritated Legolas. He rolled over and buried his face in his pillow. He heard the door to his room open and rolled over to tell Aragorn to go away. But his breath caught as he saw Alynya standing in the doorway. She wore a luminescent night gown and she padded across the room in her bare feet. Legolas's mouth went dry.
"You seemed troubled tonight. Is there anything I can do?" She sat next to him on the bed and held his hand. Just having her this close was intoxicating. But he needed to set her straight. They could not continue. He closed his eyes for a moment to steel himself for this speech. As he opened his mouth, he felt her lips, feather light, on his. He responded out of instinct and need, his mouth increasing pressure on hers until she opened and his tongue swept in to rub against hers.
Alynya moaned into his mouth and soon found herself rolled underneath the slender elf. She reached her arms up to wind around his neck, but he caught her hands and looked down at her, a serious expression on his face. "Alynya, we have to stop this." Belying his words, she felt his hard length pressed against her thigh.
"It doesn't feel like you want to stop, my prince." She squirmed beneath him, receiving a groan in return. There were no further protests as Legolas gave in to the woman who had been born to love him.
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The Council sat in judgment the next day. The fate of Middle Earth lay in their hands. The world of men would fall. The elves were leaving these shores. Where, then, would Alynya go? She had no family. Her mother had died when she was just a child. Her father had given service for many years to the elves. And upon his death, Elrond had brought his daughter to live among them. Once the elves went west, Alynya would be alone. And with the shadow of Mordor spreading on the land, Alynya would be lost.
He couldn't let that happen. "The Ring must be destroyed!" Legolas shouted. Should he need to, he would take the Ring himself.
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"When will you return?" Alynya lay with her head upon his chest as he absently stroked her hair.
"I'm not sure. Not until the Ring is destroyed." Her arms tightened around him slightly. He knew she was scared, but it had to be done. If this wasn't worth risking his life for, then what was? He tried as best he could to leave her sweet memories until he returned. And to cement in his mind what he was fighting for.
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Months had passed with no word of the Fellowship. They had reached Lothlorien weeks ago, and Galadriel had informed Elrond of their progress. But now Alynya waited anxiously for news of her love. Rivendel was emptying. Sorrowful goodbyes had been shed between all, especially Arwen. Since she came to Rivendell, Arwen had been like a mother to her. Elrond kissed her forehead.
"I do not know what to tell you, my little one. There is no safe place for you to go, should Middle Earth fall. Head west if trouble comes. Until then the city is yours." He gathered his belongings and began his departure.