Chapter 14: The perfect mixture of pain and pleasure
Tulrah was walking through the camp. At least a dozen fires were burning brightly in the dark, illuminating with their flames his army of murderers and thieves, the scum of Middle-Earth. The men were eating and drinking to their heart's content, feasting on the expense of a few hundred slaughtered farmers and villagers. The bread they ate had been made by the hard work of the hands of the dead and the vine they drank was their blood, gulped down without any sign of appreciation by their greedy mouths. The Orcs had set up their camp a few meters away from the humans who were noisily celebrating their victory over the innocent and the helpless. Both sides watched each other with suspicion shining in their eyes. A band of drunken trouble makers had gathered and was provoking the Orcs with obscene gestures. The ugly creatures were baring their sharp teeth, mere seconds away from attacking. Tulrah stopped to look at the fight which was about to ensue with an expression of delightful anticipation on his face, like a theatre goer who is about to witness a premiere.
With a growl the first Orc attacked one of the humans. His nasty, dark blade cut through the body of the man like through a thin sheet of paper. Droplets of blood rained down on the by-standers who stood there with their mouths agape and their eyes wide in shock. Then they snapped out of their trance like state and reached for their own weapons to avenge their fallen comrade.
Tulrah squinted his eyes together, not at all pleased with the direction this little bloodshed was going. He had to intervene unless he wanted his own army to destroy itself from within, should the conflict spread. A scream, filled with the rage and the cruelty of ages, that let every men and Orc freeze in tracks, resounded over the camp. A few dozen heads whipped around in unison, ready to face the wrath of their warlord, unpredictable in his viciousness and were greeted by a pair piercing red eyes that seemed to glow with sheer anger like lava out of the depths of Mount Doom.
"Who is responsible for this?", Tulrah's voice thundered over the camp. Silence. A feral smile spread over the Selvadage'tok's face. He stepped closer to the men who stood perfectly still, emitting the delicate scent of fear as they tried desperately not to show any signs of it. Tulrah licked his lips, savouring this moment and the delightful feeling of unlimited power that came with it.
Without a warning he whirled around, extending his long, sharp claws in the process and drove them deep into the stomach of an unsuspecting human. The man's eyes widened in surprise when he looked down and saw the blood oozing from his midsection, while the life slowly drained out of him. Tulrah twisted the claws inside of his body with an angry yank before he retreated them ever so slowly, causing his victim to scream out with pain before it slumped to the floor like a discarded doll. With cruel fascination the Selvadage'tok watched the blood slowly dribble down his talons and form little red rivers that ran over the palm of his hand. Nobody dared to move or much less speak and all eyes were fixed on Tulrah, dreading his next move.
After a few minutes of unbearable silence he finally decided to speak, "You only live, because I wish to! And if you die, you will because I gave you permission to! You will obey or you will perish and I'll be delighted to kill you myself, as you have just witnessed! Should I ever see you again fighting against each other a faith more cruel than death will await you!" With that he turned around and left them. Even after he left the depressing silence that hung over the heads of the warriors didn't cease it stayed never leaving them, for now they had realized what this was all about. It was a matter of life or death. Obey or perish!
Tulrah's keen eyes could make out tiny black shadow approaching in the cloudless night sky. It was the hawk he had sent out as a scout in order to find out if anybody was following him. A sense of foreboding overcame him, even ere the bird of prey landed on his shoulder and whispered to him the things he had seen. With every word the grin on Tulrah's face got bigger. He had hoped that she would be stupid enough to follow him, because he would finally be able to do what he had wished for all of the time. A loud laugh escaped his fanged mouth resounding over the quiet camp. He would torture her in every way possible until she begged for mercy and maybe, yes maybe, after her voice would be hoarse from days of screaming he would reward her with a slow and painful death, but first it was time to play.
~
Legolas was standing on the peak of a soft hill, overlooking the seemingly endless plains that stretched out before him under the light of the moon and stars, like a sea of grass- wild and untamed- untouched by men. He had needed some time to himself and had left the camp for a brief walk, but even now he wasn't able to stop thinking about her. His thoughts always wandered back to the sight of her that had been burned into his mind, leaving behind an eternal mark.
To Legolas the most disquieting feeling was confusion, as it was something that had simple ceased to exist as his experience had increased in the course of decades and century. With time everything found its explanation, fell into place, followed a certain order and inspired in him a certain sense of calmness and peacefulness.
Selina was confusion, an uncontrollable force that threatening to invalidate his believes, he had established carefully in the course of centuries, in the blink of an eye. Legolas didn't know what to be more afraid of - her or the feelings she awoke in him. Feelings that couldn't be uttered by mere words, because they exceeded everything that could be expressed by them. With one foot he had slept into a new world where he would find completion and the answer to all his prayer for true love, but the other foot was still entangled in roots, which drew him back to his old ways.
Suddenly he had the feeling of being watched and his bright blue eyes darted from side to side in search of the intruder. He turned around, almost coming to stand face to face with Selina, who was watching him with a smirk on her beautiful face. Legolas let out an annoyed sigh and ran his hand through his blond hair, walking back and forth in front of her. Was he not allowed to have even a minute of peace to put in order the chaos of his thoughts? She seemed to be like a shadow, following him wherever he went.
"Is there something I can do for you?", he said with exasperation swinging in his voice.
"Actually there is!", she said pausing briefly to look him challengingly in the eye, before she continued. "Stop running away from me and stop being so stupid!"
The elf looked at her with a baffled expression on his face that only encouraged her to continue talking. "Legolas", Selina sighed "we have been dancing around each other all day long. Whenever I look at you your feelings shine brightly in your eyes. I keep asking myself if my senses deceive me, tricking me into believing that it is love I see there. Now the only question left to answer is whether you are going to act on what we both know is there or just ignore it. I for my part think that you are stupid! These are times of war! We don't know if we will come out of this adventure alive, nevertheless you act like there is all the time in the world and nothing to loose." The elf wanted to protest, but she touched his lips begging him with her eyes to just listen quietly for the time being. "Well, you said that elves felt no passion, that there is no heat when love is involved. Let me proof you otherwise!", her voice came out as a husky whisper that sent shivers down his spine.
"Lets just see this as a little experiment! I will..." she took a step closer, her eyes locked deeply with his that shone brightly in the dark with astonishment "simply get closer and closer until the distance between us will be reduced to mere inches. I will let you determine what happens, no tricks and no pressure!"
Legolas looked at her unable to speak or form any coherent thoughts. He was utterly intoxicated by fire gleaming intensely in her eyes that seemed to call to him stronger and stronger the closer she got. Her long brown hair fell loosely over her shoulders, caressing them softly and swaying lightly from side to side with each step she took. Her red mouth was curled into a sensuous smile, coaxing him to kiss her and taste the sweetness of those lips. The distance between them had in the mean time reduced to one meter. He simply had to reach out and touch her, but he still held his feelings in check, not giving in, though they screamed at him to do so. The air between them was heavy, loaded with a crackling energy that increased in intensity the closer they got to each other. The last step was made! Selina face was mere inches apart from his, she looked at him expectantly, unconsciously licking her lips. His expression was unreadable, while inside he burned in the flames of the hottest fire. Selina raised her hand to caress his cheek, but froze in motion, never to complete her movement. Her palm was hovering over his skin, that suddenly seemed to prickle in anticipation of her soft touch. "I could touch you right now if I knew that you wanted me to, that you would let me.", her eyes had a sad expression to them. Moments passed in silence, she squinted her eyes together in defeat, hung her head dejectedly and turned to leave, but a gentle, but firm grip held her back. Her eyes widened in astonishment and fixed on the hand that lay on her arm. With a swift movement Legolas gathered her in his arms, hesitating briefly before he lowered his lips on hers in a passionate kiss.
Selina felt like tiny little stars were exploding behind her eyelids, as if she had left the earth and was now soaring high up in the clouds. It was not a mere kiss, it was a joining of souls. It held everything Legolas had wanted to tell her, his love, his devotion to her and the passion she had unleashed inside of him that left him confused and helpless. They were lost in each other, sharing the same emotions, that were washing over them with the impact of the raging sea.
When they came up for air they were both breathless, panting heavily. Selina looked in Legolas's eyes and saw a fire burning inside of them that hadn't been there before. There was something different about his demeanour she couldn't quite put her finger on. The wisdom of ages that radiated from him was now mixed with the vigour of youth and eternal glow of love. She let her hand run softly through his silky hair and looking at him with astonishment written on her fair features. "What is it, melamin /my love/?", came his soft question. "I just thought that all the time you haven't been the one who didn't know passion- I was.", she smiled up at him with a bemused expression on her face. He laughed and tenderly kissed her on the forehead.
AUTHOR'S NOTE: Hi there! I hope you liked this chapter because it's a mixture of utter fluff and gore *grins*! I have received some incredible nice reviews in the last day! Thank you so much for that! Joelle, Jadaa's Angel, Black Jaguar 12, Orion, LegolasLuver123, lulu bell (and all those lovely others) - you rock!
But there are also people out there who apparently take a lot pleasure in flaming others mercilessly. I know that this turns out to be some major Mary- Sue, but guys, please show a little open-mindedness! After all the story is not over yet and who knows what is still to come! I'm not doing this because I think I'm some prize winning super writer, but because I *like* writing and right now I'm just up for a little sappiness and fluff. After all I'm not forcing anybody to read this! If you hate it just click it away. Yes, it's actually as easy as that! I highly appreciate it when people are able to stay polite, criticizing you in a way that is civilized, because that's a value I was raised with and I still believe in today. I don't take any offence if I'm criticized, because only through this you can learn from your mistakes. But if you just sit down in front of your computer and ramble on angrily about how much my story sucks without giving a second thought about WHAT your actually saying - Please, spare me!
Tulrah was walking through the camp. At least a dozen fires were burning brightly in the dark, illuminating with their flames his army of murderers and thieves, the scum of Middle-Earth. The men were eating and drinking to their heart's content, feasting on the expense of a few hundred slaughtered farmers and villagers. The bread they ate had been made by the hard work of the hands of the dead and the vine they drank was their blood, gulped down without any sign of appreciation by their greedy mouths. The Orcs had set up their camp a few meters away from the humans who were noisily celebrating their victory over the innocent and the helpless. Both sides watched each other with suspicion shining in their eyes. A band of drunken trouble makers had gathered and was provoking the Orcs with obscene gestures. The ugly creatures were baring their sharp teeth, mere seconds away from attacking. Tulrah stopped to look at the fight which was about to ensue with an expression of delightful anticipation on his face, like a theatre goer who is about to witness a premiere.
With a growl the first Orc attacked one of the humans. His nasty, dark blade cut through the body of the man like through a thin sheet of paper. Droplets of blood rained down on the by-standers who stood there with their mouths agape and their eyes wide in shock. Then they snapped out of their trance like state and reached for their own weapons to avenge their fallen comrade.
Tulrah squinted his eyes together, not at all pleased with the direction this little bloodshed was going. He had to intervene unless he wanted his own army to destroy itself from within, should the conflict spread. A scream, filled with the rage and the cruelty of ages, that let every men and Orc freeze in tracks, resounded over the camp. A few dozen heads whipped around in unison, ready to face the wrath of their warlord, unpredictable in his viciousness and were greeted by a pair piercing red eyes that seemed to glow with sheer anger like lava out of the depths of Mount Doom.
"Who is responsible for this?", Tulrah's voice thundered over the camp. Silence. A feral smile spread over the Selvadage'tok's face. He stepped closer to the men who stood perfectly still, emitting the delicate scent of fear as they tried desperately not to show any signs of it. Tulrah licked his lips, savouring this moment and the delightful feeling of unlimited power that came with it.
Without a warning he whirled around, extending his long, sharp claws in the process and drove them deep into the stomach of an unsuspecting human. The man's eyes widened in surprise when he looked down and saw the blood oozing from his midsection, while the life slowly drained out of him. Tulrah twisted the claws inside of his body with an angry yank before he retreated them ever so slowly, causing his victim to scream out with pain before it slumped to the floor like a discarded doll. With cruel fascination the Selvadage'tok watched the blood slowly dribble down his talons and form little red rivers that ran over the palm of his hand. Nobody dared to move or much less speak and all eyes were fixed on Tulrah, dreading his next move.
After a few minutes of unbearable silence he finally decided to speak, "You only live, because I wish to! And if you die, you will because I gave you permission to! You will obey or you will perish and I'll be delighted to kill you myself, as you have just witnessed! Should I ever see you again fighting against each other a faith more cruel than death will await you!" With that he turned around and left them. Even after he left the depressing silence that hung over the heads of the warriors didn't cease it stayed never leaving them, for now they had realized what this was all about. It was a matter of life or death. Obey or perish!
Tulrah's keen eyes could make out tiny black shadow approaching in the cloudless night sky. It was the hawk he had sent out as a scout in order to find out if anybody was following him. A sense of foreboding overcame him, even ere the bird of prey landed on his shoulder and whispered to him the things he had seen. With every word the grin on Tulrah's face got bigger. He had hoped that she would be stupid enough to follow him, because he would finally be able to do what he had wished for all of the time. A loud laugh escaped his fanged mouth resounding over the quiet camp. He would torture her in every way possible until she begged for mercy and maybe, yes maybe, after her voice would be hoarse from days of screaming he would reward her with a slow and painful death, but first it was time to play.
~
Legolas was standing on the peak of a soft hill, overlooking the seemingly endless plains that stretched out before him under the light of the moon and stars, like a sea of grass- wild and untamed- untouched by men. He had needed some time to himself and had left the camp for a brief walk, but even now he wasn't able to stop thinking about her. His thoughts always wandered back to the sight of her that had been burned into his mind, leaving behind an eternal mark.
To Legolas the most disquieting feeling was confusion, as it was something that had simple ceased to exist as his experience had increased in the course of decades and century. With time everything found its explanation, fell into place, followed a certain order and inspired in him a certain sense of calmness and peacefulness.
Selina was confusion, an uncontrollable force that threatening to invalidate his believes, he had established carefully in the course of centuries, in the blink of an eye. Legolas didn't know what to be more afraid of - her or the feelings she awoke in him. Feelings that couldn't be uttered by mere words, because they exceeded everything that could be expressed by them. With one foot he had slept into a new world where he would find completion and the answer to all his prayer for true love, but the other foot was still entangled in roots, which drew him back to his old ways.
Suddenly he had the feeling of being watched and his bright blue eyes darted from side to side in search of the intruder. He turned around, almost coming to stand face to face with Selina, who was watching him with a smirk on her beautiful face. Legolas let out an annoyed sigh and ran his hand through his blond hair, walking back and forth in front of her. Was he not allowed to have even a minute of peace to put in order the chaos of his thoughts? She seemed to be like a shadow, following him wherever he went.
"Is there something I can do for you?", he said with exasperation swinging in his voice.
"Actually there is!", she said pausing briefly to look him challengingly in the eye, before she continued. "Stop running away from me and stop being so stupid!"
The elf looked at her with a baffled expression on his face that only encouraged her to continue talking. "Legolas", Selina sighed "we have been dancing around each other all day long. Whenever I look at you your feelings shine brightly in your eyes. I keep asking myself if my senses deceive me, tricking me into believing that it is love I see there. Now the only question left to answer is whether you are going to act on what we both know is there or just ignore it. I for my part think that you are stupid! These are times of war! We don't know if we will come out of this adventure alive, nevertheless you act like there is all the time in the world and nothing to loose." The elf wanted to protest, but she touched his lips begging him with her eyes to just listen quietly for the time being. "Well, you said that elves felt no passion, that there is no heat when love is involved. Let me proof you otherwise!", her voice came out as a husky whisper that sent shivers down his spine.
"Lets just see this as a little experiment! I will..." she took a step closer, her eyes locked deeply with his that shone brightly in the dark with astonishment "simply get closer and closer until the distance between us will be reduced to mere inches. I will let you determine what happens, no tricks and no pressure!"
Legolas looked at her unable to speak or form any coherent thoughts. He was utterly intoxicated by fire gleaming intensely in her eyes that seemed to call to him stronger and stronger the closer she got. Her long brown hair fell loosely over her shoulders, caressing them softly and swaying lightly from side to side with each step she took. Her red mouth was curled into a sensuous smile, coaxing him to kiss her and taste the sweetness of those lips. The distance between them had in the mean time reduced to one meter. He simply had to reach out and touch her, but he still held his feelings in check, not giving in, though they screamed at him to do so. The air between them was heavy, loaded with a crackling energy that increased in intensity the closer they got to each other. The last step was made! Selina face was mere inches apart from his, she looked at him expectantly, unconsciously licking her lips. His expression was unreadable, while inside he burned in the flames of the hottest fire. Selina raised her hand to caress his cheek, but froze in motion, never to complete her movement. Her palm was hovering over his skin, that suddenly seemed to prickle in anticipation of her soft touch. "I could touch you right now if I knew that you wanted me to, that you would let me.", her eyes had a sad expression to them. Moments passed in silence, she squinted her eyes together in defeat, hung her head dejectedly and turned to leave, but a gentle, but firm grip held her back. Her eyes widened in astonishment and fixed on the hand that lay on her arm. With a swift movement Legolas gathered her in his arms, hesitating briefly before he lowered his lips on hers in a passionate kiss.
Selina felt like tiny little stars were exploding behind her eyelids, as if she had left the earth and was now soaring high up in the clouds. It was not a mere kiss, it was a joining of souls. It held everything Legolas had wanted to tell her, his love, his devotion to her and the passion she had unleashed inside of him that left him confused and helpless. They were lost in each other, sharing the same emotions, that were washing over them with the impact of the raging sea.
When they came up for air they were both breathless, panting heavily. Selina looked in Legolas's eyes and saw a fire burning inside of them that hadn't been there before. There was something different about his demeanour she couldn't quite put her finger on. The wisdom of ages that radiated from him was now mixed with the vigour of youth and eternal glow of love. She let her hand run softly through his silky hair and looking at him with astonishment written on her fair features. "What is it, melamin /my love/?", came his soft question. "I just thought that all the time you haven't been the one who didn't know passion- I was.", she smiled up at him with a bemused expression on her face. He laughed and tenderly kissed her on the forehead.
AUTHOR'S NOTE: Hi there! I hope you liked this chapter because it's a mixture of utter fluff and gore *grins*! I have received some incredible nice reviews in the last day! Thank you so much for that! Joelle, Jadaa's Angel, Black Jaguar 12, Orion, LegolasLuver123, lulu bell (and all those lovely others) - you rock!
But there are also people out there who apparently take a lot pleasure in flaming others mercilessly. I know that this turns out to be some major Mary- Sue, but guys, please show a little open-mindedness! After all the story is not over yet and who knows what is still to come! I'm not doing this because I think I'm some prize winning super writer, but because I *like* writing and right now I'm just up for a little sappiness and fluff. After all I'm not forcing anybody to read this! If you hate it just click it away. Yes, it's actually as easy as that! I highly appreciate it when people are able to stay polite, criticizing you in a way that is civilized, because that's a value I was raised with and I still believe in today. I don't take any offence if I'm criticized, because only through this you can learn from your mistakes. But if you just sit down in front of your computer and ramble on angrily about how much my story sucks without giving a second thought about WHAT your actually saying - Please, spare me!
