CHAPTER 32
PROMISES
"I need more of you" - she said, and he dropped her hand and stared at her, bewildered by her words.
"Arwen please, I beg you not play with me" - he said softly, taking one step back.
"You think I am playing? I can assure you this is no game" - she replied, and closed the distance between them until she was less than an inch away from him, their bodies painfully close to each other's. - "Why do you find so hard to believe that I want you in this way? Do you not desire more of me?" - she asked, but she already knew the answer.
His fair face flushed - "Arwen, it was hard enough to stop a minute ago; if we continue, I do not know if I will be able to restrain myself"
She placed one delicate hand upon his chest and tiptoed to be able to whisper into his ear - "Who said I want you to restrain yourself?" - her warm breath upon his sensitive ear, and the significance of her words made him gasp, and yet she continued - "Who said we need to stop?" - she said even closer to his ear.
"Arwen..I don't know if.." - he said shakily, doing his best to get a hold of himself and taking a few steps back away form her.
- "You said you'd do anything I wanted, without conditions or questions. Are you going to deny me this now? Do you not want to please me?" - she said huskily, staring at his face tormented with desire.
- "By no means, I will not fail my word, you own everything you see" - he said firmly; then, he extended his arms to the sides, in a gesture of complete submission to her will. - "I am yours for you to have"
She never expected his words to have such an effect on her, for as soon as they were said, they unleashed and unknown passion inside of her.
"Then come here, fair one, and show me your submission."
Unable to lower his lids for even a fraction of a moment, Legolas found himself walking up to her; yet he stopped a few inches before touching her. She raised her head to look into his eyes. The line of her neck was smooth and white, extending with the most fragile of bones to her shoulders. The white of her gown seemed dull against her opalescent skin. Her tongue slipped out to wet her lips and he could not stop his hand from lifting, impelled by a fiery curiosity that shocked him, to touch the just-wetted lips. But she caught his hand before he could. It seemed to him, he was sinking into something blissfully magical as she came to look straight into his eyes. He could feel everything, and yet nothing seemed to reach him, other than her words, and the touch of her hand over his.
Legolas closed his eyes and felt sapped of strength, yet more alert than he had for many years. The weight of his body seemed to weigh him down, he realized in slight wonder, having never felt his own burden; and yet this strange weariness was also enervating. He tried to lift the hand under Arwen's; but she strengthened her hold, not letting him move his arm.
His eyes opened and she could not suppress a shudder, before getting closer to him; until they were standing before each other within the space of a heartbeat; and their faces were so near that the minute action of taking a deep breath could make their lips touch. She could see every one of his eyelashes that were still as he gazed upon her without a blink.
He frowned and closed his eyes again, fighting the intense fire forging inside of him, still held back by the memory of his loyalty and his friend..Aragorn.
"Why do you fight Legolas? Will you give me leave? I don't intend to forge anything you dislike or disapprove."
He held his breath, pressing his eyes shut -"I say this, and I implore you to believe it to be the greatest truth of my existence, what flows between us now is beyond everything I understand. I know not my will, my needs or my beliefs. I do not even know whether I have a will, or whether it is only yours."
Then he opened his eyes and looked upon her fiercely, his voice now capable of only the most hoarse whisper - "Look at me, Lady of the Star, I give to you all my desire."
She released his wrist and her hand traced a line up one of his arms to his shoulder mimicking with her fingers the intricate patterns of the Harbektu's signs engraved eternally over his powerful muscles. Lips parted, eyes glazed. Hands lifting. Eyes widened. Gasping.
"Will you give me leave?" - she merely whispered, her breath painfully close to the corner of his mouth.
Lips burned their passion upon his skin. - "Yes..."
She curled her nails into her palms to somehow overshadow the sweetness of his lips. Breathing sharply, she could not stop her hand from cupping his face. Then, as she wanted to lay open and speak her thoughts, her dreams, her fancies, stopping only for breath; and wanted to let her senses travel and swim, she grabbed his face between her small hands and claimed his mouth with hers; crushing her body against the hardness of his bare torso. Her kiss was passionate, possessive and conquering; as if she wanted to show the entire world how he was truly hers, and how much he belonged to her.
He wrapped his arms around her waist and brought her closer to his body, surrendering to her passion, letting her take complete possession of his entire being, and an intense relief washed over him as their bodies seemed to be joined, from head to toe and she moaned sweetly into his mouth. She ran her hands over his chest and shoulders, fascinated at the perfect smoothness of his skin; she had imagined to touch him like that many times before, but not even the best of her dreams could compare with the exquisite texture of his supple skin.
She broke the kiss, much to his dismay; but it was soon compensated as her mouth roamed over his neck, leaving a trail of brief, playful kisses along his collarbone, pressing her parted lips fully at the hollow at the base of his neck. She moved up along the side of his neck and stopped at his earlobe, and after a little hesitation she brushed his ear sensuously with her lips, causing him to gasp loudly and tighten his embrace. He felt her lips smiling against his super-sensitive ear, as she was highly amused by his reaction, and he knew that she wouldn't stop there.
Using his shoulders for support, she tiptoed to achieve better reach and slowly, ever so slowly, she let her tongue travel up over the edge of his ear, all the way up to the proud tip; there, she stopped and lingered, probing and caressing what she knew to be a very, very sensitive part of his anatomy. This caused him to reward her with a loud hiss, followed by an anxious moan, which she appreciated much. She migrated to his other ear, and repeated the same process; while her hands continued traveling over his shoulders, down onto his back.
She parted from him, stepped back a little and contemplated his perfection illuminated by the dim light of the full moon, which reflected in the myriads of drops still hanging from the lush vegetation. He looked ethereal, unworldly; and yet he stood tall and silvered in twilight with eyes flashing, he had never looked more like a warrior and the way in which he was looking at her made him seem feral and dangerous at the same time. She liked what she saw, and let it show rewarding him with a very significant gaze, no words were necessary to let him know how she felt about him at that moment.
Then, she walked to him slowly, swaying her hips sensually as she approached him. - "Lie down" - she said lowly, but with the authority of a Queen. He looked back at her with a mixture of confusion, surprise and amusement in his eyes.
"What are you waiting for?" - she said, a mischievous smile gracing her features.
"As you wish" - he said, trying to sound calm and relaxed, when his heart menaced to jump out of his chest. Then he sat on the damp ground gracefully, before lying flat on his back.
She towered above him for a brief moment, pleased by his submission, and then she kneeled by his side and caressed his chest and abdomen lightly, letting her fingers explore over the chiseled muscles of his bare torso as his chest breathed unevenly under her touch. At all times she looked into his eyes, taking pleasure in the reactions she provoked in him.
While still eye-locked with him, she descended slowly and planted a soft kiss in the center of his chest, causing him to tremble and writhe under her sweet torture. Then she had an idea.
"Turn around" - she said, the same authority in her voice. He looked at her confused - " I promise you'll like it." - she insisted, caressing the tip of his ear with her thumb.
"I don't doubt it" - he said, amused of just how persuasive and dominant she could be. He turned around swiftly and laid face down on the soft, damp moss; his heart pounding without control against the forest ground.
She ran her hands up and down his back, ridding him from the tiny leafs and twigs that were adhered to his skin. Then, without warning or notice, she crouched over him and sat upon his powerful thighs, trapping him with the strength of her legs. He tried to straighten up, but she pressed her palm against his back and forced him to lie down again.
"Hush, old friend."
She waited until he was relaxed again, and continued massaging his back with her skillful hands, up and down the trail of his spine. Then, she leant down slowly, tortuously slowly, and pressed her luscious, hot lips right in the middle of his shoulder blades, causing him to arch his back to meet her warmth. She pushed him down again and held him in place, pressing her palms against his upper back, knowing that she couldn't possibly retrain him physically, and that the only thing that held him in place was his desire to please and obey her.
She lowered herself again and slowly ran her tongue from the base of his spine, up to his nape, marveled, while with her hands she felt the spasmodic movements of his back's muscles, that seemed to have a mind of their own as they moved under the silk of his skin.
He clenched his fist, digging his nails in the ground and whispering hoarsely - "You torture me.."
She continued kissing the back of his neck - "Do you wish me to stop?" - her voice low and enticing.
Rushed breathing - "No.."
She motioned herself up, until she was sitting in the curb of his lower back; then, she continued her sweet torture until she found his ear again. She kissed the back of his ear, while he shivered uncontrollably - "Arwen.."
She felt his anxiousness and took his ear into her mouth, scraping her teeth against his earlobe. -"Shhh, try to relax " - she hissed into his ear. Then, she started kissing his cheek, each time closer to his mouth. He tried to turn his head, to ease his anxiousness with a kiss, but she drew back, putting herself out of his reach.
"Patience; all good things come with time, you must learn how to wait" - she whispered, kissing his nape again.
"I have waited too long" - he breathed, trying to reach back over his head with one arm to touch her.
She trapped his hand with hers - "I know" - she said and pushed his arm back to the ground - "But your patience will be rewarded"
She raised her body until she was rested on her kneels and once again, she started kissing his nape, moving forward to his ear and then to his cheek. She kissed closer each time, testing his self-control; closer and closer, until her lips were barely grazing the corner of his mouth. This time, he didn't dare to move, he clenched his fists and began shaking, a slight bead of sweat forming in his brow. She sensed his distress, and decided to release them both from her torture. She slipped a hand under his chin and turned his face to meet her; she finally pressed her lips softly to his mouth, giving him some release; and extended the kiss until they were both moaning softly.
Careful not to break the precious kiss, Legolas turned around completely, until he was laid on his back and she was sitting over his abdomen, enveloping his waist with her legs. Finding herself in this position, it was Arwen who broke the kiss and looked into his eyes.
"You are shivering" - she said, her voice more sensuous than ever. - "Your eyes are a mirror to your soul Legolas, and they tell me that you are still holding yourself. I see so much passion beneath the chains you have bound upon yourself; if you could only freed yourself of those chains and show me your truth; I don't want to stare at that passion from afar, I want to feel it upon my skin. Why do you deny your true self to me?"
"Out of fear, my Queen."
"And what do you fear so much?"
"I fear that if I let myself go further, this sweet dream will disappear, and I will wake alone and cold again."
"Then let me show you this.." - she said, trailing kisses down his pulsing neck, and further to his chest; she stopped at the middle of one of his pectorals, and regarded the tiny mound of darker flesh, it was already erected from the chill of the night and the desire beneath his skin. She enveloped it delicately with her lips, before scraping her teeth roughly upon it.
Legolas gasped, hissed and moaned and the same time; an impossible mixture of pain and ecstasy taking over him. She released the tiny mound and looked up to his face.
"What did you learn?"
"This is no illusion."
"Dreams rarely are."
"Evenstar."
"Give your true self to me Legolas, let go, loose yourself to this passion, let me feel its splendor, I beg you." - she whispered, now it was her voice that sounded hoarse.
A dark cloud seemed to fall upon her; Arwen breathed in sharply. When had she closed her eyes? She opened her eyes and realized she was laid on her back. Legolas' face looked down upon her, the weight of his body partially rested upon her, trapping her. His eyes gazed into hers intently and she could see that he had finally surrendered, no longer will he hold himself. She felt a sensation of emptiness in the pit of her stomach while he gazed into the impossible deepness of those eyes, now freed of restraining ties. Her throat felt parched and her lips seemed to dry to move. She wetted her lips; meaning to speak but Legolas touched her lips with his thumb.
"Your wish is my command" - he said, and pressed his lips hotly against hers. He moved his body, so he was know completely rested upon her. She realized he didn't feel heavy at all, but gasped surprised as she became aware of his hardened male-hood pressed firmly against her thigh.
He broke the kiss and moved down to her neck. Leaving a path of kisses, he traveled to her ear, intending to make her feel what she had caused in him; he nuzzled her ear playfully first, causing her to giggle; then, he delineated the contour of her ear with his tongue, to which she rewarded him with a loud gasp. She struggled to control herself, and took the soft skin of his cheek between her teeth, biting softly.
He ceased his ministrations to her ear and moved down to her cleavage, kissing the soft contour of her upper breasts, which barely appeared above the fabric of Ma's given blouse. She took his head between her hands, motioning him to go further down; anxious to feel his hot mouth over the fullness of her heaving breasts.
He raised his head and looked at her, mad with desire; while his fingers struggled blindly to undo the laces of the blouse. It was then, while he gazed upon her without a blink, that he saw her passion being shadowed by something else, he saw something flicker briefly in her eyes..a doubt. She didn't have to say anything, he saw and understood the turmoil happening inside of her and he stopped.
He ceased his efforts to undo the laces of the white blouse, and lowered himself over her quietly and carefully, until his head was rested over her shoulder. Then, he sighed - "I love you" - he said, his voice so quiet and sincere that seemed to belong to a child.
"Legolas, what happened? Why do you stop now?"
"Because I love you too much Arwen."
"I don't understand"
"This is too important to me Arwen; I saw the shadow of doubt that crossed your mind."
Realization downed on her, a doubt did cross her mind, a hesitation; she tried to push it aside, but Legolas had seen it anyway.
" Please understand Arwen, that I cannot allow this to happen, not if you are going to regret it someday; I wouldn't be able to forgive myself ever."
She wrapped her arms around his neck - "Oh Legolas I..I don't know what to tell you."
"Then don't say anything, and don't worry over this; it was beautiful enough for me to cherish for the rest of my life."
He carefully disentangled himself from her embrace and stood up, extending one hand to help her - "Come Arwen, let us go back to the Gray Cliffs; I still have one promise yet to fulfill."
She took his hand and stood up - "Then is this dream over?"
"I cannot tell, for you have many issues that need to be solved before even considering this dream to come to life; but know this Arwen, tomorrow you will recover your life, and if you decide to make me a part of that life or not, I will love you anyway and I will respect your decision."
"You will always be a part of my life Legolas."
"Perhaps, but it is up to you to decide in which part of your life you want me to be. Come now" - he said and they began walking back towards the city.
"Wait" - she said, and he turned around to look at her - "I just want to tell you that whatever happens from now on, I promise you I will never be unfair to you, and will never mistrust you again" - she took his face between her hands - "Also, I want you to know that this night was very special to me, I will never forget your sweetness, and I will also cherish this time for the rest of my life."
Legolas sighed and placed his hand over her chin - "You realize that you might have to forget this ever happened."
"Maybe it will be required of me to forget, but I know I will not be able to do so. This night will live in my memory forever." - she came closer to him, her cheeks shining with fresh tears - "One last kiss?"
He brushed his lips timidly upon hers, trying his best to hold back the tears forming in his eyes. Then, unable to continue, he parted from her and motioned her to walk.
"Come, dawn is near."
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The silver trumpets in the tower of Echtelion filled the darkness with three loud, clear notes, announcing the arrival of strangers to Minas Tirith.
Prince Eldarion rose from his bed; he had barely slept that night, haunted with concern over his parents. He dressed up and went outside to find out what was happening.
He came out to the city square, and the dim light of the torches revealed two riders, surrounded by the guards of the night shift. He came down the steps that separated the royal court from the square.
"What is happening here?" - he demanded.
One of the guards came to his side - "My Lord, this men claim to be emissaries to General Legolas."
At the mention of Legolas's name, Eldarion ran to the riders and first recognized one of the horses to be the one he had given Legolas; then, upon looking upon the rider, he recognized him to be Herodir, the young rider he had challenged once. Then, he diverted his eyes to the man lied in front of Herodir.
Herodir dismounted and came to him - "My Lord, your father.."
Eldarion's heart stopped at this, and pushing the ranger to a side, he went to his father's side. - "Father, father!" - he called, but to no avail.
Halbarad came to his side and placed a hand upon the Prince's shoulder - "By miracle or the Valar's will he still lives, but he has lost much blood and needs immediate attention."
Eldarion took his father in his arms and began shouting orders to the soldiers - "Summon the healers at once!"
He looked at the rangers - "Come with me!"
While he carried his father hurriedly to the healers' wing, he began questioning them - "How did this happen?"
Herodir explained everything - "The royal company was traveling back to Gondor, but they were ambushed by a horde of Uruk Hai. All the soldiers were slaughtered, and we found your father agonizing at the site."
"What happened to my mother?"
The ranger lowered his head - "They took her, alive. But the general went to rescue her, my Lord; you can trust that he won't fail."
Eldarion sighed with a little relief, at least there was hope.
They arrived the healers' wing and Eladarion laid his father on one of the beds. The King stirred and groaned - "Arwen."
Eladarion leant closer to him - "Father, try to save your strength."
Aragorn looked up, trying to focus on the face before him - "My son...Arwen." - he said, before falling into darkness again.
Eldarion clutched his father's hand between his - "Don't worry father, you will see her again. I promise" - he whispered, mostly to himself.
Then he got up with tears in his eyes and left his fathers with the healers, who were coming in by the dozens to try to help the King.
He went to the hall and summoned the commander of the White Tree Army.
"Gather the army at once, we are marching to the south. Whatever attacked my parents will face the wrath of Gondor. Go! We will leave at once!"
"Yes your Highness!"
He strapped on his armor and stood on the city wall, waiting for the entire army to get ready when he heard a cry from one of the wall's sentries. He ran to his side; the sentry looked upon him, his eyes dilated with horror - "What is the matter soldier?"
Frozen by fear, the sentry could only point up the sky. And as he looked up to where he was pointing, Eldarion understood the motive of his dismay.
Cut against the pale horizon was a massive form that moved towards the city. The dawn's light revealed the winged beast, shining like a herald of doom.
"A dragon?" - Eldarion's question became a cry of alert
"A DRAGON!"
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PROMISES
"I need more of you" - she said, and he dropped her hand and stared at her, bewildered by her words.
"Arwen please, I beg you not play with me" - he said softly, taking one step back.
"You think I am playing? I can assure you this is no game" - she replied, and closed the distance between them until she was less than an inch away from him, their bodies painfully close to each other's. - "Why do you find so hard to believe that I want you in this way? Do you not desire more of me?" - she asked, but she already knew the answer.
His fair face flushed - "Arwen, it was hard enough to stop a minute ago; if we continue, I do not know if I will be able to restrain myself"
She placed one delicate hand upon his chest and tiptoed to be able to whisper into his ear - "Who said I want you to restrain yourself?" - her warm breath upon his sensitive ear, and the significance of her words made him gasp, and yet she continued - "Who said we need to stop?" - she said even closer to his ear.
"Arwen..I don't know if.." - he said shakily, doing his best to get a hold of himself and taking a few steps back away form her.
- "You said you'd do anything I wanted, without conditions or questions. Are you going to deny me this now? Do you not want to please me?" - she said huskily, staring at his face tormented with desire.
- "By no means, I will not fail my word, you own everything you see" - he said firmly; then, he extended his arms to the sides, in a gesture of complete submission to her will. - "I am yours for you to have"
She never expected his words to have such an effect on her, for as soon as they were said, they unleashed and unknown passion inside of her.
"Then come here, fair one, and show me your submission."
Unable to lower his lids for even a fraction of a moment, Legolas found himself walking up to her; yet he stopped a few inches before touching her. She raised her head to look into his eyes. The line of her neck was smooth and white, extending with the most fragile of bones to her shoulders. The white of her gown seemed dull against her opalescent skin. Her tongue slipped out to wet her lips and he could not stop his hand from lifting, impelled by a fiery curiosity that shocked him, to touch the just-wetted lips. But she caught his hand before he could. It seemed to him, he was sinking into something blissfully magical as she came to look straight into his eyes. He could feel everything, and yet nothing seemed to reach him, other than her words, and the touch of her hand over his.
Legolas closed his eyes and felt sapped of strength, yet more alert than he had for many years. The weight of his body seemed to weigh him down, he realized in slight wonder, having never felt his own burden; and yet this strange weariness was also enervating. He tried to lift the hand under Arwen's; but she strengthened her hold, not letting him move his arm.
His eyes opened and she could not suppress a shudder, before getting closer to him; until they were standing before each other within the space of a heartbeat; and their faces were so near that the minute action of taking a deep breath could make their lips touch. She could see every one of his eyelashes that were still as he gazed upon her without a blink.
He frowned and closed his eyes again, fighting the intense fire forging inside of him, still held back by the memory of his loyalty and his friend..Aragorn.
"Why do you fight Legolas? Will you give me leave? I don't intend to forge anything you dislike or disapprove."
He held his breath, pressing his eyes shut -"I say this, and I implore you to believe it to be the greatest truth of my existence, what flows between us now is beyond everything I understand. I know not my will, my needs or my beliefs. I do not even know whether I have a will, or whether it is only yours."
Then he opened his eyes and looked upon her fiercely, his voice now capable of only the most hoarse whisper - "Look at me, Lady of the Star, I give to you all my desire."
She released his wrist and her hand traced a line up one of his arms to his shoulder mimicking with her fingers the intricate patterns of the Harbektu's signs engraved eternally over his powerful muscles. Lips parted, eyes glazed. Hands lifting. Eyes widened. Gasping.
"Will you give me leave?" - she merely whispered, her breath painfully close to the corner of his mouth.
Lips burned their passion upon his skin. - "Yes..."
She curled her nails into her palms to somehow overshadow the sweetness of his lips. Breathing sharply, she could not stop her hand from cupping his face. Then, as she wanted to lay open and speak her thoughts, her dreams, her fancies, stopping only for breath; and wanted to let her senses travel and swim, she grabbed his face between her small hands and claimed his mouth with hers; crushing her body against the hardness of his bare torso. Her kiss was passionate, possessive and conquering; as if she wanted to show the entire world how he was truly hers, and how much he belonged to her.
He wrapped his arms around her waist and brought her closer to his body, surrendering to her passion, letting her take complete possession of his entire being, and an intense relief washed over him as their bodies seemed to be joined, from head to toe and she moaned sweetly into his mouth. She ran her hands over his chest and shoulders, fascinated at the perfect smoothness of his skin; she had imagined to touch him like that many times before, but not even the best of her dreams could compare with the exquisite texture of his supple skin.
She broke the kiss, much to his dismay; but it was soon compensated as her mouth roamed over his neck, leaving a trail of brief, playful kisses along his collarbone, pressing her parted lips fully at the hollow at the base of his neck. She moved up along the side of his neck and stopped at his earlobe, and after a little hesitation she brushed his ear sensuously with her lips, causing him to gasp loudly and tighten his embrace. He felt her lips smiling against his super-sensitive ear, as she was highly amused by his reaction, and he knew that she wouldn't stop there.
Using his shoulders for support, she tiptoed to achieve better reach and slowly, ever so slowly, she let her tongue travel up over the edge of his ear, all the way up to the proud tip; there, she stopped and lingered, probing and caressing what she knew to be a very, very sensitive part of his anatomy. This caused him to reward her with a loud hiss, followed by an anxious moan, which she appreciated much. She migrated to his other ear, and repeated the same process; while her hands continued traveling over his shoulders, down onto his back.
She parted from him, stepped back a little and contemplated his perfection illuminated by the dim light of the full moon, which reflected in the myriads of drops still hanging from the lush vegetation. He looked ethereal, unworldly; and yet he stood tall and silvered in twilight with eyes flashing, he had never looked more like a warrior and the way in which he was looking at her made him seem feral and dangerous at the same time. She liked what she saw, and let it show rewarding him with a very significant gaze, no words were necessary to let him know how she felt about him at that moment.
Then, she walked to him slowly, swaying her hips sensually as she approached him. - "Lie down" - she said lowly, but with the authority of a Queen. He looked back at her with a mixture of confusion, surprise and amusement in his eyes.
"What are you waiting for?" - she said, a mischievous smile gracing her features.
"As you wish" - he said, trying to sound calm and relaxed, when his heart menaced to jump out of his chest. Then he sat on the damp ground gracefully, before lying flat on his back.
She towered above him for a brief moment, pleased by his submission, and then she kneeled by his side and caressed his chest and abdomen lightly, letting her fingers explore over the chiseled muscles of his bare torso as his chest breathed unevenly under her touch. At all times she looked into his eyes, taking pleasure in the reactions she provoked in him.
While still eye-locked with him, she descended slowly and planted a soft kiss in the center of his chest, causing him to tremble and writhe under her sweet torture. Then she had an idea.
"Turn around" - she said, the same authority in her voice. He looked at her confused - " I promise you'll like it." - she insisted, caressing the tip of his ear with her thumb.
"I don't doubt it" - he said, amused of just how persuasive and dominant she could be. He turned around swiftly and laid face down on the soft, damp moss; his heart pounding without control against the forest ground.
She ran her hands up and down his back, ridding him from the tiny leafs and twigs that were adhered to his skin. Then, without warning or notice, she crouched over him and sat upon his powerful thighs, trapping him with the strength of her legs. He tried to straighten up, but she pressed her palm against his back and forced him to lie down again.
"Hush, old friend."
She waited until he was relaxed again, and continued massaging his back with her skillful hands, up and down the trail of his spine. Then, she leant down slowly, tortuously slowly, and pressed her luscious, hot lips right in the middle of his shoulder blades, causing him to arch his back to meet her warmth. She pushed him down again and held him in place, pressing her palms against his upper back, knowing that she couldn't possibly retrain him physically, and that the only thing that held him in place was his desire to please and obey her.
She lowered herself again and slowly ran her tongue from the base of his spine, up to his nape, marveled, while with her hands she felt the spasmodic movements of his back's muscles, that seemed to have a mind of their own as they moved under the silk of his skin.
He clenched his fist, digging his nails in the ground and whispering hoarsely - "You torture me.."
She continued kissing the back of his neck - "Do you wish me to stop?" - her voice low and enticing.
Rushed breathing - "No.."
She motioned herself up, until she was sitting in the curb of his lower back; then, she continued her sweet torture until she found his ear again. She kissed the back of his ear, while he shivered uncontrollably - "Arwen.."
She felt his anxiousness and took his ear into her mouth, scraping her teeth against his earlobe. -"Shhh, try to relax " - she hissed into his ear. Then, she started kissing his cheek, each time closer to his mouth. He tried to turn his head, to ease his anxiousness with a kiss, but she drew back, putting herself out of his reach.
"Patience; all good things come with time, you must learn how to wait" - she whispered, kissing his nape again.
"I have waited too long" - he breathed, trying to reach back over his head with one arm to touch her.
She trapped his hand with hers - "I know" - she said and pushed his arm back to the ground - "But your patience will be rewarded"
She raised her body until she was rested on her kneels and once again, she started kissing his nape, moving forward to his ear and then to his cheek. She kissed closer each time, testing his self-control; closer and closer, until her lips were barely grazing the corner of his mouth. This time, he didn't dare to move, he clenched his fists and began shaking, a slight bead of sweat forming in his brow. She sensed his distress, and decided to release them both from her torture. She slipped a hand under his chin and turned his face to meet her; she finally pressed her lips softly to his mouth, giving him some release; and extended the kiss until they were both moaning softly.
Careful not to break the precious kiss, Legolas turned around completely, until he was laid on his back and she was sitting over his abdomen, enveloping his waist with her legs. Finding herself in this position, it was Arwen who broke the kiss and looked into his eyes.
"You are shivering" - she said, her voice more sensuous than ever. - "Your eyes are a mirror to your soul Legolas, and they tell me that you are still holding yourself. I see so much passion beneath the chains you have bound upon yourself; if you could only freed yourself of those chains and show me your truth; I don't want to stare at that passion from afar, I want to feel it upon my skin. Why do you deny your true self to me?"
"Out of fear, my Queen."
"And what do you fear so much?"
"I fear that if I let myself go further, this sweet dream will disappear, and I will wake alone and cold again."
"Then let me show you this.." - she said, trailing kisses down his pulsing neck, and further to his chest; she stopped at the middle of one of his pectorals, and regarded the tiny mound of darker flesh, it was already erected from the chill of the night and the desire beneath his skin. She enveloped it delicately with her lips, before scraping her teeth roughly upon it.
Legolas gasped, hissed and moaned and the same time; an impossible mixture of pain and ecstasy taking over him. She released the tiny mound and looked up to his face.
"What did you learn?"
"This is no illusion."
"Dreams rarely are."
"Evenstar."
"Give your true self to me Legolas, let go, loose yourself to this passion, let me feel its splendor, I beg you." - she whispered, now it was her voice that sounded hoarse.
A dark cloud seemed to fall upon her; Arwen breathed in sharply. When had she closed her eyes? She opened her eyes and realized she was laid on her back. Legolas' face looked down upon her, the weight of his body partially rested upon her, trapping her. His eyes gazed into hers intently and she could see that he had finally surrendered, no longer will he hold himself. She felt a sensation of emptiness in the pit of her stomach while he gazed into the impossible deepness of those eyes, now freed of restraining ties. Her throat felt parched and her lips seemed to dry to move. She wetted her lips; meaning to speak but Legolas touched her lips with his thumb.
"Your wish is my command" - he said, and pressed his lips hotly against hers. He moved his body, so he was know completely rested upon her. She realized he didn't feel heavy at all, but gasped surprised as she became aware of his hardened male-hood pressed firmly against her thigh.
He broke the kiss and moved down to her neck. Leaving a path of kisses, he traveled to her ear, intending to make her feel what she had caused in him; he nuzzled her ear playfully first, causing her to giggle; then, he delineated the contour of her ear with his tongue, to which she rewarded him with a loud gasp. She struggled to control herself, and took the soft skin of his cheek between her teeth, biting softly.
He ceased his ministrations to her ear and moved down to her cleavage, kissing the soft contour of her upper breasts, which barely appeared above the fabric of Ma's given blouse. She took his head between her hands, motioning him to go further down; anxious to feel his hot mouth over the fullness of her heaving breasts.
He raised his head and looked at her, mad with desire; while his fingers struggled blindly to undo the laces of the blouse. It was then, while he gazed upon her without a blink, that he saw her passion being shadowed by something else, he saw something flicker briefly in her eyes..a doubt. She didn't have to say anything, he saw and understood the turmoil happening inside of her and he stopped.
He ceased his efforts to undo the laces of the white blouse, and lowered himself over her quietly and carefully, until his head was rested over her shoulder. Then, he sighed - "I love you" - he said, his voice so quiet and sincere that seemed to belong to a child.
"Legolas, what happened? Why do you stop now?"
"Because I love you too much Arwen."
"I don't understand"
"This is too important to me Arwen; I saw the shadow of doubt that crossed your mind."
Realization downed on her, a doubt did cross her mind, a hesitation; she tried to push it aside, but Legolas had seen it anyway.
" Please understand Arwen, that I cannot allow this to happen, not if you are going to regret it someday; I wouldn't be able to forgive myself ever."
She wrapped her arms around his neck - "Oh Legolas I..I don't know what to tell you."
"Then don't say anything, and don't worry over this; it was beautiful enough for me to cherish for the rest of my life."
He carefully disentangled himself from her embrace and stood up, extending one hand to help her - "Come Arwen, let us go back to the Gray Cliffs; I still have one promise yet to fulfill."
She took his hand and stood up - "Then is this dream over?"
"I cannot tell, for you have many issues that need to be solved before even considering this dream to come to life; but know this Arwen, tomorrow you will recover your life, and if you decide to make me a part of that life or not, I will love you anyway and I will respect your decision."
"You will always be a part of my life Legolas."
"Perhaps, but it is up to you to decide in which part of your life you want me to be. Come now" - he said and they began walking back towards the city.
"Wait" - she said, and he turned around to look at her - "I just want to tell you that whatever happens from now on, I promise you I will never be unfair to you, and will never mistrust you again" - she took his face between her hands - "Also, I want you to know that this night was very special to me, I will never forget your sweetness, and I will also cherish this time for the rest of my life."
Legolas sighed and placed his hand over her chin - "You realize that you might have to forget this ever happened."
"Maybe it will be required of me to forget, but I know I will not be able to do so. This night will live in my memory forever." - she came closer to him, her cheeks shining with fresh tears - "One last kiss?"
He brushed his lips timidly upon hers, trying his best to hold back the tears forming in his eyes. Then, unable to continue, he parted from her and motioned her to walk.
"Come, dawn is near."
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The silver trumpets in the tower of Echtelion filled the darkness with three loud, clear notes, announcing the arrival of strangers to Minas Tirith.
Prince Eldarion rose from his bed; he had barely slept that night, haunted with concern over his parents. He dressed up and went outside to find out what was happening.
He came out to the city square, and the dim light of the torches revealed two riders, surrounded by the guards of the night shift. He came down the steps that separated the royal court from the square.
"What is happening here?" - he demanded.
One of the guards came to his side - "My Lord, this men claim to be emissaries to General Legolas."
At the mention of Legolas's name, Eldarion ran to the riders and first recognized one of the horses to be the one he had given Legolas; then, upon looking upon the rider, he recognized him to be Herodir, the young rider he had challenged once. Then, he diverted his eyes to the man lied in front of Herodir.
Herodir dismounted and came to him - "My Lord, your father.."
Eldarion's heart stopped at this, and pushing the ranger to a side, he went to his father's side. - "Father, father!" - he called, but to no avail.
Halbarad came to his side and placed a hand upon the Prince's shoulder - "By miracle or the Valar's will he still lives, but he has lost much blood and needs immediate attention."
Eldarion took his father in his arms and began shouting orders to the soldiers - "Summon the healers at once!"
He looked at the rangers - "Come with me!"
While he carried his father hurriedly to the healers' wing, he began questioning them - "How did this happen?"
Herodir explained everything - "The royal company was traveling back to Gondor, but they were ambushed by a horde of Uruk Hai. All the soldiers were slaughtered, and we found your father agonizing at the site."
"What happened to my mother?"
The ranger lowered his head - "They took her, alive. But the general went to rescue her, my Lord; you can trust that he won't fail."
Eldarion sighed with a little relief, at least there was hope.
They arrived the healers' wing and Eladarion laid his father on one of the beds. The King stirred and groaned - "Arwen."
Eladarion leant closer to him - "Father, try to save your strength."
Aragorn looked up, trying to focus on the face before him - "My son...Arwen." - he said, before falling into darkness again.
Eldarion clutched his father's hand between his - "Don't worry father, you will see her again. I promise" - he whispered, mostly to himself.
Then he got up with tears in his eyes and left his fathers with the healers, who were coming in by the dozens to try to help the King.
He went to the hall and summoned the commander of the White Tree Army.
"Gather the army at once, we are marching to the south. Whatever attacked my parents will face the wrath of Gondor. Go! We will leave at once!"
"Yes your Highness!"
He strapped on his armor and stood on the city wall, waiting for the entire army to get ready when he heard a cry from one of the wall's sentries. He ran to his side; the sentry looked upon him, his eyes dilated with horror - "What is the matter soldier?"
Frozen by fear, the sentry could only point up the sky. And as he looked up to where he was pointing, Eldarion understood the motive of his dismay.
Cut against the pale horizon was a massive form that moved towards the city. The dawn's light revealed the winged beast, shining like a herald of doom.
"A dragon?" - Eldarion's question became a cry of alert
"A DRAGON!"
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