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CHAPTER 30
THE STORM
Legolas came out of Kron's house and into the dark night of the gray cliffs. Cold drops of rain fell upon his head and back; but they could not cool down the raging fire inside of him. He felt hurt, devastated and betrayed; he had to get away from her, fearing that if he stayed longer, he would say words he'd regret later on. By no means he wanted to hurt her, or punish her, for he could not force himself to harm her. But he had to seek solitude in order to be able to calm down his mind and his heart, for right then he could not think or react straight.
He crossed the bridge that separated Kron's house from the rest of the city, trying his best to regain control of himself; trying his best to understand what reasons pushed Arwen to cease to trust him and to lie to him the way she did. But he couldn't, he couldn't justify her, he just couldn't forgive her, not yet at least, for in the deepest of his soul he knew that he would never hate her, and whatever she had done would be forgiven eventually and he would fall again under the spell of one of her smiles.
He cursed himself for loving her so much; he cursed himself for not being able to let go of her, for being so weak and helpless. He had tried to escape her, but had failed miserably every time; and the worst was that she had never asked for him to love her, and yet he could not help it.
He crossed the rest of the now empty city; everybody was indoors, being that the storm was coming hard and unequivocally. He hoped he could find Kron's son, Nean to prepare everything for the journey; for the only matter he could think of clearly was fulfilling his promise to Aragorn.
He arrived to the city's square and saw that the tavern was crowded with people. He boldly pushed the door and looked inside defiantly, not heeding his own welfare. Many bearded faces turned to him ferociously, and some of the men got up from their seats menacingly, but a loud voice stopped them.
"EASY! Take your seats comrades! Let's first see what he wants. What do you seek so intently, Master elf?" - Kron thundered from one of the tables - "We gray cliff's men don't like to be interrupted while we drink."
Legolas noted that Nean was seated beside his father and without hesitation he made his way towards Kron's table. Many men growled at him as he went by, but he ignored them and didn't stop until reaching the ones he sought for.
"My...companion and I wish to depart tomorrow at dawn. I came here to arrange our departure."
Kron, who's mind was clouded by liquor, snarled at him and replied with irony - "I think you are demanding much from us, master elf; my son is busy right now, why don't you go to sleep with your pretty girl and we'll take care of your trip tomorrow"
Legolas slammed his fist against the table, which provoked Nean and many other men to stand up brandishing their weapons, but Kron raised his palm indicating them to be still, trying to avoid a confrontation. Legolas spoke coldly to him, forgetting about his courtesy - "I cannot wait that long; you promised me two horses and provisions for whenever I should need them; well I need them now! If you are still going to give them to us then tell me now, if not, then we'll abandon your city at once."
Kron frowned at his boldness, but his piercing eyes did not fail to see that the elf was bothered and dominated by something greater than him. - "Very well, master elf. Whatever troubles you must be very serious if it forces a wise being like you to come yelling to a crowd of drunken men. You can have what I promised, but you must prepare it yourself, I won't force my son to do something he does not wish to do." - Kron was interrupted by Nean, who had the same innate wisdom as his father - "I will help him father, for I have also seen great distress and sorrow in his eyes. I reckon that your actions must be desperate master elf, and I cannot overlook that."
Legolas' features softened a bit - "I thank you, and I apologize for my rudeness; you are right, something great troubles me, but it has nothing to do with you or your city, I shouldn't have been so disrespectful."
Nean walked beside him towards the door - "Think nothing of it master elf; I myself know what is like to be overwhelmed by troubles, one cannot think or act straight. Look at me and the offensive way in which I received you earlier; my father says I let myself get dominated by my youth, and I reckon that he is right must of the time."
Legolas had to admit that he had misjudged the young man, and saw that there was much of his father's wisdom in him. Nean placed a hand over his shoulder as they exited the tavern, he had to raise his voice to be heard over the rumbling noise of the wind and the rain - "I shall go prepare your provisions and I'll leave them ready at the entrance of my father's house; you can go to the stables and prepare the horses, the ones I chose for you to take are separated from the others, and tied to the first pole to the right."
"Thank you young Nean, your kindness shall not be forgotten" - Nean nodded to him and took off running, trying not to get too wet in the thick rain. Legolas did the same and ran to the stables, noticing a faint light came from one of its windows.
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He entered the stables soaking wet, and saw that one of the lamps was indeed lit. A beautiful steed stood proudly in the back of the stable, and he noted that someone was brushing conscientiously its shiny gray coat. The groom's identity was hidden behind the horse's flank, and whoever it was, was too concentrated in the task to realize Legolas' arrival. - "Excuse me" - Legolas said and the mysterious groom came out to sight.
"Nohemy! What are you doing here so late?" - he said upon seeing the girl.
"Legolas! You scared me! What are YOU doing here so late? You should be resting at Kron's, specially with this storm."
"We are leaving tomorrow, I came to prepare the horses."
"What? So soon? Why?"
Legolas hesitated, not knowing what to tell her - "Ehh... it is complicated, we must go."
Nohemy looked at him skeptically - "You seem upset by something"
"It's n..nothing, nothing important, don't worry. Why are you here anyway?" - he said, hoping to change the subject.
She knew he was hiding something from her, but decided to let it go - "I always come here when I feel alone. My mate and I used to come here every night to brush his horse; this was his horse. It helps me to remember him."
"You miss him greatly."
"Yes, it is very hard to loose someone you love. I sometimes feel empty, as if a piece of my heart was ripped from me"
"I am sorry." - he said, moved by the sadness in her eyes.
She looked at him intently - "You seem tortured by something Legolas, I am not the only one who suffers great pain in this room. Would you like to tell me what troubles you?" - she said softly and came near to him, too near.
"I do not wish to trouble you with my sorrows Nohemy, you have enough of your own" - he said trailing off. Then, he unconsciously started rubbing his sore neck.
Nohemy noticed his distress - "Then, let me help you ease your discomfort, perhaps? I see that you are tense, and people say I am a good masseuse" - she said, while placing one of her small hands over his tense shoulder and giving the sore muscle a light, comforting squeeze.
He thought of it for a moment, wondering if it was prudent, but another one of her warm squeezes convinced him - "I would appreciate it much Nohemy, thank you."
"It'll be my pleasure; come sit here." - she told him, while pulling a nearby stool for him to sit on.
"Dear Eru! You are terribly tense, it'll take me a while to relief so much tension from your muscles" - she told him while running her hands along the sides of his neck and down upon his shoulders.
Legolas sighed and closed his eyes, trying to relax under her touch; but was surprised when her hands came down over his chest, and he felt her fingers undoing the clasps of his vest. Nohemy, who couldn't deny to be enjoying the moment, had found the garment unnecessary, a nuisance to her ministrations, and had decided to get rid of it at once.
Legolas caught her hands between his and stopped her - "What are you doing?"
"My work would be much easier without it, I only seek to comfort you in a better way."
Legolas loosened his grip on her hands and finished undoing the metal clasps himself; then Nohemy pulled the garment over his shoulders and tossed it over a near bench. She regarded the perfection of his shoulders and back, now bare for her to touch, and her entire being yearned to touch such perfection.
She gathered his golden mane over one of his shoulders, and smiled as she saw him shudder under her light touch. Then, she pressed the palms of her hands fully against his shoulders. Nothing in her life could have prepared her for the sensations she felt as she touched his bare skin; it was warm, soft, smooth, perfect.
"mmmmmhhhh" - the pleased sound came out of her mouth without her even noticing and against her will, as she ran her sensitive fingers over the tight muscles of his upper back. Legolas was momentarily startled by the sound, but didn't try to stop her, as he was enjoying the warm contact with her soft-rough hands.
He closed his eyes again and leaned back into her touch, trying to forget about everything else, trying to leave back all his troubles and sorrows, and focusing on how good it felt to be touched like this again. Many years had passed since he was last touched with affection, too much time he had lived without a single caress; lately he had only been touched by bruising fists, he had only received kicks and the bitter caresses of sharp steel. Now, her hands were so comforting, so loving and caring upon him, that he felt he could forget about all those years of suffering and pain in just one night.
As her skillful hands roamed over his back, shoulders and neck, she began speaking to him - "When my mate died, I thought that I would die along with him. I spent my days sunken in a pit of despair and loneliness. But one day my grandmother, may her spirit rest in peace, who was a fortune-teller, called me to her side and told me not to mourn anymore, for she had seen my future." - she paused briefly before continuing - " Do you want to know what she saw in my future Legolas?"
"What did she see?" - he breathed out, enthralled by her touch.
"She told me that one day, an angel would come to rid me of all my sorrows; she promised me that the son of silver moon, and golden wheat would enter my life, and would fill me with new joy. This promise gave me new hope, and it is the reason why I live no; it is what kept me alive all this time. I have waited for my angel eagerly all this time, and as I touch your silver skin and your golden hair I feel life coming back into my heart; my waiting is over, now I know that my angel has come." - her hands traveled over his shoulders, and descended upon his chest, caressing him more intimately.
Legolas trapped one of her hands between his and tried to stop her - "Nohemy I ...." - but his words became a gasp as she leant closer to him and pressed her soft, hot lips against the back of his neck. He gathered himself again, trying to put an end to the situation - "Nohemy I don't think .."
"Ssshhhhh" - she hissed into his ear - "Don't speak, just feel." - she purred, before placing a butterfly kiss on his earlobe. He squeezed her hand with his and shut his eyes, trying to regain control of himself, but then, he began thinking to himself.
He found himself in a moral dilemma, should he let it happen? Then again, why not? Why was he fighting it? She needed him just as much as he needed love. Her affection was real, simple, pure, without complications. Arwen did not love him; she would never love him like this; she had proved that with the way she had acted, the way she had neglected him and the way she had lied to him. And here was this sweet girl loving him, needing him, wanting him; with no conditions, no regrets, no doubts, no guilt.
** Her love rains down on me, easy as the breeze **
** I listen to her breathing, it sounds like the waves on the sea **
While he tried to decipher the emotions inside of him, and tried to decide what was correct, Nohemy did not waste time, and continued worshiping him with her hands and lips. Her fingers traveled from his pecs to his abs, and then back up again; while her lips continued to nibble on his earlobes; then, her mouth roamed all over his neck, kissing and then lapping languorously until his breathing quickened, and his heart began beating unevenly inside his chest, he was loosing the battle.
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Arwen dried the last of her tears and thought of him; all the things he had done for her, all the sacrifices he was willing to do for her sake, all the pain and suffering he endured to preserve her happiness; And the horrible way in which she had paid him for all that; she lied to him, and she refused to trust him. Why? She couldn't tell why; but she decided that she had to do something about it. She stood up with one purpose in her mind; she needed to apologize to him, right away. So, she walked to the door and exited the room, and upon crossing the corridor she found Ma seated in the table.
"Do you need something dear?" - the old woman asked
"No, Thank you, I am looking for Legolas. Have you seen him?"
"I heard him leaving the house a while ago."
Arwen motioned to the door - "I must find him."
Ma tried to stop her - "Oh no dear! There is a terrible storm outside, it's to dangerous, please stay here and wait for him"
But Arwen was determined - "No, I can't wait, I must tell him now" - she opened the door and exited the house. Cold, heavy drops of water pounded against her body; and the cruel wind seemed to push her back into the house, but she didn't care; wrapping her arms around her own chest and shoulders, she made her way into the darkness.
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Legolas was speechless, action-less. He sat on the stool completely silent and still; he did not know what to do, or what to say. But his body was very alive and aware, and sensed every caress that Nohemy gave him. Every touch was almost painful, as they became more and more intimate.
** Suddenly I am thinking all about her, burning with rage and desire **
** Now my head is spinning in the darkness, and the earth seems on fire **
Without warning or notice, and in one quick, swift movement, Nohemy was sitting on his lap, her legs spread on the sides of his body, enveloping him. He tried to protest, but his lips were sealed with hers, as she started kissing him passionately, wrapping her arms around his neck. He remained silent and still, and let her explore his mouth at her own will. She began moaning softly into his mouth, and entangled her fingers in his fine hair.
** Lost in thought, and lost in time **
** While the seeds of life and the seeds of change are planted **
** Outside the rain falls dark and slow **
** While I ponder on this dangerous but irresistible feeling **
Legolas resistance was breaking, and grew weaker with everyone of Nohemy's sensual movements. She pressed her body against his demandingly, wanting more, and he was tempted to respond to her in the same way; but something in the back of his head prevented him from doing so, and he remained silent and still.
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Arwen crossed the Gray Cliff's city, struggling against wind and rain, searching restlessly for him. As she was crossing one of the bridges she ran into Nean, who was carrying the journey's provisions to his father's house. He looked at her with concern. - "You shouldn't be out here with this storm, Miss; what do you seek?"
Arwen was surprised by his kindness - "I am looking for Legolas, have you seen him?" - she said, her voice raised to be heard over the raging storm.
"I did, I know where he is; but you shouldn't go there with this storm, it's too dangerous. Why don't you come with me to my father's house? We'll wait for him there."
"No, I must speak to him now, please tell me where he is"
"My Lady, if you want we can go to my father's and after I drop this things there, I'll go look for him and bring him to you; but please get out of this storm!"
"No young Nean, just tell me where he is, please! Nothing will happen to me, I promise."
Nean hesitated, but the he couldn't resist the pleading look in her eyes - "He is in the stables, preparing the horses"
Arwen's face brightened and she began walking - "Thank you Nean"
"Be very careful Miss"
"I will" - she promised him, but her voice was cut as a menacing lightning illuminated the black sky, and a roaring thunder shook the ground of the Gray Cliffs. Arwen covered her delicate ears, startled by the violent sound; but she was not discouraged and kept walking towards the stables, at least now she knew where he was.
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Nohemy pushed Legolas to the back, forcing him to stand from the stool. Then, she continued pushing him backwards, her body firmly pressed against his, until they reached a heap of hay. She pushed him harder, and loosing his balance, Legolas fell upon the fragrant hay. Wasting no time, she spread over his body again, trapping him; and looked at him intently, her eyes even darker with desire. His eyes were a mystery, for they did not revealed what he felt. He didn't now what he felt; he felt scared, unsure; but at the same time he longed for more, and again she remained silent and still.
** She takes a heavenly ride through my silence **
** I know the moment has arrived **
** For killing the past, I am coming back to life **
Nohemy's body was fully pressed against him, the totality of her weight rested upon him; to feel her like that was a wonderful sensation, and he could feel her heaving breasts rising unevenly against his chest. She kissed him yet again, savoring the sweetness of his lips, and then she moved lower, kissing and nibbling the crook of his neck, and then lower to his chest, and lower to his navel; where she stopped, and explored with the tip of her soft tongue. He felt his body arching to meet her, and he finally gave up; he decided it was time begin living again, it was time to change, time to forget about the past, time to let go. He dropped his arms to his sides, threw his head back and closed his eyes, he was going to let her do whatever she wanted to do to him, and he was going to enjoy it. It was time to let go of the past; it was time to let go of Arwen.
His enhanced senses alerted him of movement at the stable's door; and he opened his eyes to find the face of his beloved Arwen contorted by pain. Her eyes overwhelmed by disbelief, shaking her head slowly from side to side while muttering -"No" - softly. He saw a tear of genuine pain running down her cheek and the entire universe went silent, his heart stopped beating. He desperately pushed the woman off of him and began running to her, to the only love his heart had ever known; but for him time seemed to elapse slowly, very slowly, and he saw as she ran out, crying into the darkness of the raging storm.
"Arwen WAIT!" - he shouted desperately, but she was gone.
He stopped briefly at the door and looked back at Nohemy, who looked at him sadly. What was he to do? He could not betray his heart - "I am sorry" - he told her, before running into the night, behind his love.
"Go to her my angel, you cannot fool your own heart, and neither can she." - Nohemy whispered, while hot tears soaked her face.
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Elwe.
CHAPTER 30
THE STORM
Legolas came out of Kron's house and into the dark night of the gray cliffs. Cold drops of rain fell upon his head and back; but they could not cool down the raging fire inside of him. He felt hurt, devastated and betrayed; he had to get away from her, fearing that if he stayed longer, he would say words he'd regret later on. By no means he wanted to hurt her, or punish her, for he could not force himself to harm her. But he had to seek solitude in order to be able to calm down his mind and his heart, for right then he could not think or react straight.
He crossed the bridge that separated Kron's house from the rest of the city, trying his best to regain control of himself; trying his best to understand what reasons pushed Arwen to cease to trust him and to lie to him the way she did. But he couldn't, he couldn't justify her, he just couldn't forgive her, not yet at least, for in the deepest of his soul he knew that he would never hate her, and whatever she had done would be forgiven eventually and he would fall again under the spell of one of her smiles.
He cursed himself for loving her so much; he cursed himself for not being able to let go of her, for being so weak and helpless. He had tried to escape her, but had failed miserably every time; and the worst was that she had never asked for him to love her, and yet he could not help it.
He crossed the rest of the now empty city; everybody was indoors, being that the storm was coming hard and unequivocally. He hoped he could find Kron's son, Nean to prepare everything for the journey; for the only matter he could think of clearly was fulfilling his promise to Aragorn.
He arrived to the city's square and saw that the tavern was crowded with people. He boldly pushed the door and looked inside defiantly, not heeding his own welfare. Many bearded faces turned to him ferociously, and some of the men got up from their seats menacingly, but a loud voice stopped them.
"EASY! Take your seats comrades! Let's first see what he wants. What do you seek so intently, Master elf?" - Kron thundered from one of the tables - "We gray cliff's men don't like to be interrupted while we drink."
Legolas noted that Nean was seated beside his father and without hesitation he made his way towards Kron's table. Many men growled at him as he went by, but he ignored them and didn't stop until reaching the ones he sought for.
"My...companion and I wish to depart tomorrow at dawn. I came here to arrange our departure."
Kron, who's mind was clouded by liquor, snarled at him and replied with irony - "I think you are demanding much from us, master elf; my son is busy right now, why don't you go to sleep with your pretty girl and we'll take care of your trip tomorrow"
Legolas slammed his fist against the table, which provoked Nean and many other men to stand up brandishing their weapons, but Kron raised his palm indicating them to be still, trying to avoid a confrontation. Legolas spoke coldly to him, forgetting about his courtesy - "I cannot wait that long; you promised me two horses and provisions for whenever I should need them; well I need them now! If you are still going to give them to us then tell me now, if not, then we'll abandon your city at once."
Kron frowned at his boldness, but his piercing eyes did not fail to see that the elf was bothered and dominated by something greater than him. - "Very well, master elf. Whatever troubles you must be very serious if it forces a wise being like you to come yelling to a crowd of drunken men. You can have what I promised, but you must prepare it yourself, I won't force my son to do something he does not wish to do." - Kron was interrupted by Nean, who had the same innate wisdom as his father - "I will help him father, for I have also seen great distress and sorrow in his eyes. I reckon that your actions must be desperate master elf, and I cannot overlook that."
Legolas' features softened a bit - "I thank you, and I apologize for my rudeness; you are right, something great troubles me, but it has nothing to do with you or your city, I shouldn't have been so disrespectful."
Nean walked beside him towards the door - "Think nothing of it master elf; I myself know what is like to be overwhelmed by troubles, one cannot think or act straight. Look at me and the offensive way in which I received you earlier; my father says I let myself get dominated by my youth, and I reckon that he is right must of the time."
Legolas had to admit that he had misjudged the young man, and saw that there was much of his father's wisdom in him. Nean placed a hand over his shoulder as they exited the tavern, he had to raise his voice to be heard over the rumbling noise of the wind and the rain - "I shall go prepare your provisions and I'll leave them ready at the entrance of my father's house; you can go to the stables and prepare the horses, the ones I chose for you to take are separated from the others, and tied to the first pole to the right."
"Thank you young Nean, your kindness shall not be forgotten" - Nean nodded to him and took off running, trying not to get too wet in the thick rain. Legolas did the same and ran to the stables, noticing a faint light came from one of its windows.
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He entered the stables soaking wet, and saw that one of the lamps was indeed lit. A beautiful steed stood proudly in the back of the stable, and he noted that someone was brushing conscientiously its shiny gray coat. The groom's identity was hidden behind the horse's flank, and whoever it was, was too concentrated in the task to realize Legolas' arrival. - "Excuse me" - Legolas said and the mysterious groom came out to sight.
"Nohemy! What are you doing here so late?" - he said upon seeing the girl.
"Legolas! You scared me! What are YOU doing here so late? You should be resting at Kron's, specially with this storm."
"We are leaving tomorrow, I came to prepare the horses."
"What? So soon? Why?"
Legolas hesitated, not knowing what to tell her - "Ehh... it is complicated, we must go."
Nohemy looked at him skeptically - "You seem upset by something"
"It's n..nothing, nothing important, don't worry. Why are you here anyway?" - he said, hoping to change the subject.
She knew he was hiding something from her, but decided to let it go - "I always come here when I feel alone. My mate and I used to come here every night to brush his horse; this was his horse. It helps me to remember him."
"You miss him greatly."
"Yes, it is very hard to loose someone you love. I sometimes feel empty, as if a piece of my heart was ripped from me"
"I am sorry." - he said, moved by the sadness in her eyes.
She looked at him intently - "You seem tortured by something Legolas, I am not the only one who suffers great pain in this room. Would you like to tell me what troubles you?" - she said softly and came near to him, too near.
"I do not wish to trouble you with my sorrows Nohemy, you have enough of your own" - he said trailing off. Then, he unconsciously started rubbing his sore neck.
Nohemy noticed his distress - "Then, let me help you ease your discomfort, perhaps? I see that you are tense, and people say I am a good masseuse" - she said, while placing one of her small hands over his tense shoulder and giving the sore muscle a light, comforting squeeze.
He thought of it for a moment, wondering if it was prudent, but another one of her warm squeezes convinced him - "I would appreciate it much Nohemy, thank you."
"It'll be my pleasure; come sit here." - she told him, while pulling a nearby stool for him to sit on.
"Dear Eru! You are terribly tense, it'll take me a while to relief so much tension from your muscles" - she told him while running her hands along the sides of his neck and down upon his shoulders.
Legolas sighed and closed his eyes, trying to relax under her touch; but was surprised when her hands came down over his chest, and he felt her fingers undoing the clasps of his vest. Nohemy, who couldn't deny to be enjoying the moment, had found the garment unnecessary, a nuisance to her ministrations, and had decided to get rid of it at once.
Legolas caught her hands between his and stopped her - "What are you doing?"
"My work would be much easier without it, I only seek to comfort you in a better way."
Legolas loosened his grip on her hands and finished undoing the metal clasps himself; then Nohemy pulled the garment over his shoulders and tossed it over a near bench. She regarded the perfection of his shoulders and back, now bare for her to touch, and her entire being yearned to touch such perfection.
She gathered his golden mane over one of his shoulders, and smiled as she saw him shudder under her light touch. Then, she pressed the palms of her hands fully against his shoulders. Nothing in her life could have prepared her for the sensations she felt as she touched his bare skin; it was warm, soft, smooth, perfect.
"mmmmmhhhh" - the pleased sound came out of her mouth without her even noticing and against her will, as she ran her sensitive fingers over the tight muscles of his upper back. Legolas was momentarily startled by the sound, but didn't try to stop her, as he was enjoying the warm contact with her soft-rough hands.
He closed his eyes again and leaned back into her touch, trying to forget about everything else, trying to leave back all his troubles and sorrows, and focusing on how good it felt to be touched like this again. Many years had passed since he was last touched with affection, too much time he had lived without a single caress; lately he had only been touched by bruising fists, he had only received kicks and the bitter caresses of sharp steel. Now, her hands were so comforting, so loving and caring upon him, that he felt he could forget about all those years of suffering and pain in just one night.
As her skillful hands roamed over his back, shoulders and neck, she began speaking to him - "When my mate died, I thought that I would die along with him. I spent my days sunken in a pit of despair and loneliness. But one day my grandmother, may her spirit rest in peace, who was a fortune-teller, called me to her side and told me not to mourn anymore, for she had seen my future." - she paused briefly before continuing - " Do you want to know what she saw in my future Legolas?"
"What did she see?" - he breathed out, enthralled by her touch.
"She told me that one day, an angel would come to rid me of all my sorrows; she promised me that the son of silver moon, and golden wheat would enter my life, and would fill me with new joy. This promise gave me new hope, and it is the reason why I live no; it is what kept me alive all this time. I have waited for my angel eagerly all this time, and as I touch your silver skin and your golden hair I feel life coming back into my heart; my waiting is over, now I know that my angel has come." - her hands traveled over his shoulders, and descended upon his chest, caressing him more intimately.
Legolas trapped one of her hands between his and tried to stop her - "Nohemy I ...." - but his words became a gasp as she leant closer to him and pressed her soft, hot lips against the back of his neck. He gathered himself again, trying to put an end to the situation - "Nohemy I don't think .."
"Ssshhhhh" - she hissed into his ear - "Don't speak, just feel." - she purred, before placing a butterfly kiss on his earlobe. He squeezed her hand with his and shut his eyes, trying to regain control of himself, but then, he began thinking to himself.
He found himself in a moral dilemma, should he let it happen? Then again, why not? Why was he fighting it? She needed him just as much as he needed love. Her affection was real, simple, pure, without complications. Arwen did not love him; she would never love him like this; she had proved that with the way she had acted, the way she had neglected him and the way she had lied to him. And here was this sweet girl loving him, needing him, wanting him; with no conditions, no regrets, no doubts, no guilt.
** Her love rains down on me, easy as the breeze **
** I listen to her breathing, it sounds like the waves on the sea **
While he tried to decipher the emotions inside of him, and tried to decide what was correct, Nohemy did not waste time, and continued worshiping him with her hands and lips. Her fingers traveled from his pecs to his abs, and then back up again; while her lips continued to nibble on his earlobes; then, her mouth roamed all over his neck, kissing and then lapping languorously until his breathing quickened, and his heart began beating unevenly inside his chest, he was loosing the battle.
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Arwen dried the last of her tears and thought of him; all the things he had done for her, all the sacrifices he was willing to do for her sake, all the pain and suffering he endured to preserve her happiness; And the horrible way in which she had paid him for all that; she lied to him, and she refused to trust him. Why? She couldn't tell why; but she decided that she had to do something about it. She stood up with one purpose in her mind; she needed to apologize to him, right away. So, she walked to the door and exited the room, and upon crossing the corridor she found Ma seated in the table.
"Do you need something dear?" - the old woman asked
"No, Thank you, I am looking for Legolas. Have you seen him?"
"I heard him leaving the house a while ago."
Arwen motioned to the door - "I must find him."
Ma tried to stop her - "Oh no dear! There is a terrible storm outside, it's to dangerous, please stay here and wait for him"
But Arwen was determined - "No, I can't wait, I must tell him now" - she opened the door and exited the house. Cold, heavy drops of water pounded against her body; and the cruel wind seemed to push her back into the house, but she didn't care; wrapping her arms around her own chest and shoulders, she made her way into the darkness.
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Legolas was speechless, action-less. He sat on the stool completely silent and still; he did not know what to do, or what to say. But his body was very alive and aware, and sensed every caress that Nohemy gave him. Every touch was almost painful, as they became more and more intimate.
** Suddenly I am thinking all about her, burning with rage and desire **
** Now my head is spinning in the darkness, and the earth seems on fire **
Without warning or notice, and in one quick, swift movement, Nohemy was sitting on his lap, her legs spread on the sides of his body, enveloping him. He tried to protest, but his lips were sealed with hers, as she started kissing him passionately, wrapping her arms around his neck. He remained silent and still, and let her explore his mouth at her own will. She began moaning softly into his mouth, and entangled her fingers in his fine hair.
** Lost in thought, and lost in time **
** While the seeds of life and the seeds of change are planted **
** Outside the rain falls dark and slow **
** While I ponder on this dangerous but irresistible feeling **
Legolas resistance was breaking, and grew weaker with everyone of Nohemy's sensual movements. She pressed her body against his demandingly, wanting more, and he was tempted to respond to her in the same way; but something in the back of his head prevented him from doing so, and he remained silent and still.
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Arwen crossed the Gray Cliff's city, struggling against wind and rain, searching restlessly for him. As she was crossing one of the bridges she ran into Nean, who was carrying the journey's provisions to his father's house. He looked at her with concern. - "You shouldn't be out here with this storm, Miss; what do you seek?"
Arwen was surprised by his kindness - "I am looking for Legolas, have you seen him?" - she said, her voice raised to be heard over the raging storm.
"I did, I know where he is; but you shouldn't go there with this storm, it's too dangerous. Why don't you come with me to my father's house? We'll wait for him there."
"No, I must speak to him now, please tell me where he is"
"My Lady, if you want we can go to my father's and after I drop this things there, I'll go look for him and bring him to you; but please get out of this storm!"
"No young Nean, just tell me where he is, please! Nothing will happen to me, I promise."
Nean hesitated, but the he couldn't resist the pleading look in her eyes - "He is in the stables, preparing the horses"
Arwen's face brightened and she began walking - "Thank you Nean"
"Be very careful Miss"
"I will" - she promised him, but her voice was cut as a menacing lightning illuminated the black sky, and a roaring thunder shook the ground of the Gray Cliffs. Arwen covered her delicate ears, startled by the violent sound; but she was not discouraged and kept walking towards the stables, at least now she knew where he was.
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Nohemy pushed Legolas to the back, forcing him to stand from the stool. Then, she continued pushing him backwards, her body firmly pressed against his, until they reached a heap of hay. She pushed him harder, and loosing his balance, Legolas fell upon the fragrant hay. Wasting no time, she spread over his body again, trapping him; and looked at him intently, her eyes even darker with desire. His eyes were a mystery, for they did not revealed what he felt. He didn't now what he felt; he felt scared, unsure; but at the same time he longed for more, and again she remained silent and still.
** She takes a heavenly ride through my silence **
** I know the moment has arrived **
** For killing the past, I am coming back to life **
Nohemy's body was fully pressed against him, the totality of her weight rested upon him; to feel her like that was a wonderful sensation, and he could feel her heaving breasts rising unevenly against his chest. She kissed him yet again, savoring the sweetness of his lips, and then she moved lower, kissing and nibbling the crook of his neck, and then lower to his chest, and lower to his navel; where she stopped, and explored with the tip of her soft tongue. He felt his body arching to meet her, and he finally gave up; he decided it was time begin living again, it was time to change, time to forget about the past, time to let go. He dropped his arms to his sides, threw his head back and closed his eyes, he was going to let her do whatever she wanted to do to him, and he was going to enjoy it. It was time to let go of the past; it was time to let go of Arwen.
His enhanced senses alerted him of movement at the stable's door; and he opened his eyes to find the face of his beloved Arwen contorted by pain. Her eyes overwhelmed by disbelief, shaking her head slowly from side to side while muttering -"No" - softly. He saw a tear of genuine pain running down her cheek and the entire universe went silent, his heart stopped beating. He desperately pushed the woman off of him and began running to her, to the only love his heart had ever known; but for him time seemed to elapse slowly, very slowly, and he saw as she ran out, crying into the darkness of the raging storm.
"Arwen WAIT!" - he shouted desperately, but she was gone.
He stopped briefly at the door and looked back at Nohemy, who looked at him sadly. What was he to do? He could not betray his heart - "I am sorry" - he told her, before running into the night, behind his love.
"Go to her my angel, you cannot fool your own heart, and neither can she." - Nohemy whispered, while hot tears soaked her face.
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Ufff!! I am done; hope you liked it, I sure did. Now, next chapter is much better, I promise. Remember to leave me a review OK? Reviews motivate me to write faster.
Peace.
Elwe.