Disclaimer: I do not own LOTR, but I love it more than life itself.
Sorry for not explaining the last chapter to you.. Arownen had lost her fire... so her colors changed.. and when she got them back.. she changed as well... people said that Arownen was insipid (I don't think so but hey) so I decided that when she got Hithylie back in her she would be changed... and a lot cooler... But before when she lost he passion... she became insipid because her fire was gone... like take the coloring out of life and movies kind of thing... black and white vs. red and green... hope that explains it...
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Arownen and Legolas sat there for a while in each others arms. Then he took her back to his room in Helms Deep. She laid on his bed, she looked very tired. He changed into a pair of silk pants. They were almost see through if it had not been for his white skin.
She saw his chest in the moonlight and smiled. She motioned him to come to her and she planted a kiss on his lips. He was overjoyed at her arrival.
She felt her way up his chest. His skin was as soft as leaf peddles. She was amazed by it. Even though her skin was identical if not better. She kissed his chest and had her fingers around the edge of his pants. He grabbed her hands as soon as he realized she was kissing him downwards and slowly pulling his pants from him.
"You need rest." He said softly.
"I do not want it." She said.
"Arownen, no."
"Why Legolas?"
"Because I love you, and I don't to make you tired."
"Tired? Legolas I hardly think you can tire me." She said with a small laugh. She did not mean this but she wanted him.
He smiled slightly and raised his brow. He looked handsome beyond reason. He was like a statue of a god. She pulled him towards her.
"I will not tire you?" he repeated. "We shall see."
He kissed her then let his tongue slip into her mouth. She giggled a bit and danced with his tongue in her mouth. She took his hands and put them on her chest. He felt the wonderful roundness he felt back in his home. The passion he felt with her was some what stronger than he last remembered.
He pulled away even though the burning for her was deep. He wanted to be stabbed through the heart with a sword.
"Arownen!"
She pulled for him, not heeding his words. He forced himself onto her. He ripped her clothes from her body and kissed it up and down. He stopped just before her waist. She was moaning loudly and he was pleasured by the comforting sounds.
She pulled him up to her face and kissed him again. She turned him onto his back and put her legs around his hips. She forced his excitement into her and moved herself back and forth upon him. He was filled with pleasure and cried out.
He lifted his hands and caressed her breasts. Then he bent himself upwards with her still moving on him and he kissed her chest. He licked around the tips and then moved up to her mouth.
She gasped and he pulled away from her. He didn't want this. He wanted her to rest. She looked at him with amazement. He was still excited from his appearance, even as he pulled away.
"Arownen! You must rest!"
Her hands were about her knees. Then she clawed her nails from her knees over her stomach and breasts. He was stable on the floor. She looked at him with a fire in her eyes. He backed away.
"Legolas, do I not pleasure you anymore?"
"Not pleasure me any more?!" he shouted.
She smiled and laughed. She looked at him fiercely. She extended a finger towards him and motioned him to come to her. He sighed, he did not know what to do. He went to her and she kissed him.
He threw her on the bed once more and got atop her. He started pressing himself into her again with his hands caressing her again. She gasped and they made love for another hour or so. He gasped and fell to her side.
They held each other and closed their eyes. They were weary, and wanted much sleep. They awaited the journey ahead of them. In each others arms they rested, and in a dreamless drowse, they slept.
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The morning sun rose and there was a knock on their door. Gandalf called after them to get up. Aragorn was with him. They got up and changed almost as fast as the had undressed the night before.
They opened the door and Arownen passed her hair over her shoulder exposing her neck. It had red blotches over it from Legolas's lips. Aragorn smiled and whisked her hair back over her neck, hiding the marks.
They got onto their horses and ran for Gondor. They did not yet know what was their plan. But everyone was sure than Gandalf had one.
All of Legolas's company was their and many from Gondor. They headed many days and nights until about five days later they reached the white tower. Many men and women were around the fences of the city awaiting their men to return home to them.
Denethor was there as well. Faramir greeted the humbly and showed Aragorn the white city. He told Faramir sadly of his tale. Gimli had followed Aragorn and Legolas was left with Arownen to scout the city.
"What are we to do here?" Legolas said to Arownen.
"I do not know."
Gandalf had gone with Denethor to his chambers to discuss many obligations, such as King Theoden's refusal to fight.
It was a sad time. All where quiet and soon the noon sun had changed to moon and the light shimmered off the white towers and houses.
Legolas sat there beside Arownen and almost fell asleep if Aragorn had not interrupted them.
"You look uncomfortable." He laughed. Legolas stood up with Arownen. Faramir was a tall man. He had hair of brown and eyes of gray. He looked handsome and wise.
"I will show you to your room my lady." He bowed to her.
"I would like to be with Aragorn." She said.
"Oh yes, then we have just the place for you. Come this way." Fairamir showed them to a lovely little room in his white castle. Its walls were white with gold paintings in them of different men. There was a big four poster bed with gray curtains and gold sheets.
Arownen smiled and hopped onto the bed. Faramir bowed to them with Aragorn and they left Legolas with Arownen once again.
"What is the meeting Legolas?" she asked intently.
"I think tomorrow. Shall we get some sleep this night?" He teased her.
"Yes I am very weary. But alas, I do not want to discuss things of Dark lords in a city so beautiful that was made by men."
"Yes it is amazing that men made this."
They talked no more and fell into a deep sleep once they came into the soft silky sheets of the covers.
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They next morning they woke and quickly went down the hallway and found the largest room in the palace. It was filled with a single giant table of gold with silver edgings. The chairs around it were sturdy and looked cold and bare.
They located Gandalf and others at the end of the table talking about he plan of attack towards Mordor.
"Well shall cover it from the east. Alas! I do not think we should go through the gates." Denethor said. He was a tall strapping man. He was a bit old with some gray hair forcing in his brown bangs. His eyes were gray and deep, like Faramir's.
They looked at a math of Middle earth, or the region with Mordor and Gondor. They had ink all over different points.
"No not through the gates. But I do not think there is any other way, is there?" said Gimli.
"Gates or not, I still think we need more power and aid then we have." Gandalf said.
"Well we do not have any Gandalf. Rohan has abandoned us. The elves are the only ones fighting now. With us we may defeat Mordor for good! Let us hope." Said Denethor.
"Do they not have an alternative path?" Legolas intervened.
"Yes they do, but from the back of their fortress. It is unknown... but it will work." Arownen said.
"But how long will it take us to reach there?" Denethor asked.
"Maybe a month or more upon horses, more then six upon foot." She sighed.
"We do not have this kind of time!" Denethor said not standing. He paced back and forth within the room.
"It is our only choice." Said Faramir.
They all stood quiet for a minute or two before the Denethor spoke again.
"We will take the pass." He said softly.
"Should we ready our men?" Legolas asked.
"Yes, but tomorrow. No use now, it is almost dark." Gandalf said.
Legolas bowed out with Arownen and Faramir followed them out the door. They walked along the city for w while before any of them spoke.
"Faramir, your brother Boromir, do you know what has happened to him." Legolas said.
Faramir looked at them with a brilliance in his eyes. He was in caution with his words as he choose them carefully.
"I do not know, I wish to, but no one lese seems to know. Questioned the Ring bearer a while back in the days. He said he died of insanity of the ring." He sighed.
"Well yes, in a way." Legolas said softly. "He died saying the halfings, he was very brave Faramir, I am so sorry." Legolas bowed.
Faramir looked very hurt then he stood up tall. He was almost taller than Legolas. He raised his head high and he spoke.
"My brother was a noble man, we would not have died from insanity. I am very pleased you told me this. Thank you Legolas." He said softly and he walked away.
Legolas and Arownen watched the sun departed from its shadowy cave over the mountains. They sighed and walked to their room. They were informed by Aragorn that they would leave by morning.
Before they got into bed they readied their things for the next day. They laid in back for a while until thy closed their eyes.
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So... erm.. review!! Please please please! Tell me what you think!!! Sorry about not explaining the last thing... about Arownen... I explained it up there^^ in the beginning so I hope you wont kill me to much...
Sorry for not explaining the last chapter to you.. Arownen had lost her fire... so her colors changed.. and when she got them back.. she changed as well... people said that Arownen was insipid (I don't think so but hey) so I decided that when she got Hithylie back in her she would be changed... and a lot cooler... But before when she lost he passion... she became insipid because her fire was gone... like take the coloring out of life and movies kind of thing... black and white vs. red and green... hope that explains it...
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Arownen and Legolas sat there for a while in each others arms. Then he took her back to his room in Helms Deep. She laid on his bed, she looked very tired. He changed into a pair of silk pants. They were almost see through if it had not been for his white skin.
She saw his chest in the moonlight and smiled. She motioned him to come to her and she planted a kiss on his lips. He was overjoyed at her arrival.
She felt her way up his chest. His skin was as soft as leaf peddles. She was amazed by it. Even though her skin was identical if not better. She kissed his chest and had her fingers around the edge of his pants. He grabbed her hands as soon as he realized she was kissing him downwards and slowly pulling his pants from him.
"You need rest." He said softly.
"I do not want it." She said.
"Arownen, no."
"Why Legolas?"
"Because I love you, and I don't to make you tired."
"Tired? Legolas I hardly think you can tire me." She said with a small laugh. She did not mean this but she wanted him.
He smiled slightly and raised his brow. He looked handsome beyond reason. He was like a statue of a god. She pulled him towards her.
"I will not tire you?" he repeated. "We shall see."
He kissed her then let his tongue slip into her mouth. She giggled a bit and danced with his tongue in her mouth. She took his hands and put them on her chest. He felt the wonderful roundness he felt back in his home. The passion he felt with her was some what stronger than he last remembered.
He pulled away even though the burning for her was deep. He wanted to be stabbed through the heart with a sword.
"Arownen!"
She pulled for him, not heeding his words. He forced himself onto her. He ripped her clothes from her body and kissed it up and down. He stopped just before her waist. She was moaning loudly and he was pleasured by the comforting sounds.
She pulled him up to her face and kissed him again. She turned him onto his back and put her legs around his hips. She forced his excitement into her and moved herself back and forth upon him. He was filled with pleasure and cried out.
He lifted his hands and caressed her breasts. Then he bent himself upwards with her still moving on him and he kissed her chest. He licked around the tips and then moved up to her mouth.
She gasped and he pulled away from her. He didn't want this. He wanted her to rest. She looked at him with amazement. He was still excited from his appearance, even as he pulled away.
"Arownen! You must rest!"
Her hands were about her knees. Then she clawed her nails from her knees over her stomach and breasts. He was stable on the floor. She looked at him with a fire in her eyes. He backed away.
"Legolas, do I not pleasure you anymore?"
"Not pleasure me any more?!" he shouted.
She smiled and laughed. She looked at him fiercely. She extended a finger towards him and motioned him to come to her. He sighed, he did not know what to do. He went to her and she kissed him.
He threw her on the bed once more and got atop her. He started pressing himself into her again with his hands caressing her again. She gasped and they made love for another hour or so. He gasped and fell to her side.
They held each other and closed their eyes. They were weary, and wanted much sleep. They awaited the journey ahead of them. In each others arms they rested, and in a dreamless drowse, they slept.
**~~~~~*~~~~~**
The morning sun rose and there was a knock on their door. Gandalf called after them to get up. Aragorn was with him. They got up and changed almost as fast as the had undressed the night before.
They opened the door and Arownen passed her hair over her shoulder exposing her neck. It had red blotches over it from Legolas's lips. Aragorn smiled and whisked her hair back over her neck, hiding the marks.
They got onto their horses and ran for Gondor. They did not yet know what was their plan. But everyone was sure than Gandalf had one.
All of Legolas's company was their and many from Gondor. They headed many days and nights until about five days later they reached the white tower. Many men and women were around the fences of the city awaiting their men to return home to them.
Denethor was there as well. Faramir greeted the humbly and showed Aragorn the white city. He told Faramir sadly of his tale. Gimli had followed Aragorn and Legolas was left with Arownen to scout the city.
"What are we to do here?" Legolas said to Arownen.
"I do not know."
Gandalf had gone with Denethor to his chambers to discuss many obligations, such as King Theoden's refusal to fight.
It was a sad time. All where quiet and soon the noon sun had changed to moon and the light shimmered off the white towers and houses.
Legolas sat there beside Arownen and almost fell asleep if Aragorn had not interrupted them.
"You look uncomfortable." He laughed. Legolas stood up with Arownen. Faramir was a tall man. He had hair of brown and eyes of gray. He looked handsome and wise.
"I will show you to your room my lady." He bowed to her.
"I would like to be with Aragorn." She said.
"Oh yes, then we have just the place for you. Come this way." Fairamir showed them to a lovely little room in his white castle. Its walls were white with gold paintings in them of different men. There was a big four poster bed with gray curtains and gold sheets.
Arownen smiled and hopped onto the bed. Faramir bowed to them with Aragorn and they left Legolas with Arownen once again.
"What is the meeting Legolas?" she asked intently.
"I think tomorrow. Shall we get some sleep this night?" He teased her.
"Yes I am very weary. But alas, I do not want to discuss things of Dark lords in a city so beautiful that was made by men."
"Yes it is amazing that men made this."
They talked no more and fell into a deep sleep once they came into the soft silky sheets of the covers.
**~~~~~*~~~~~**
They next morning they woke and quickly went down the hallway and found the largest room in the palace. It was filled with a single giant table of gold with silver edgings. The chairs around it were sturdy and looked cold and bare.
They located Gandalf and others at the end of the table talking about he plan of attack towards Mordor.
"Well shall cover it from the east. Alas! I do not think we should go through the gates." Denethor said. He was a tall strapping man. He was a bit old with some gray hair forcing in his brown bangs. His eyes were gray and deep, like Faramir's.
They looked at a math of Middle earth, or the region with Mordor and Gondor. They had ink all over different points.
"No not through the gates. But I do not think there is any other way, is there?" said Gimli.
"Gates or not, I still think we need more power and aid then we have." Gandalf said.
"Well we do not have any Gandalf. Rohan has abandoned us. The elves are the only ones fighting now. With us we may defeat Mordor for good! Let us hope." Said Denethor.
"Do they not have an alternative path?" Legolas intervened.
"Yes they do, but from the back of their fortress. It is unknown... but it will work." Arownen said.
"But how long will it take us to reach there?" Denethor asked.
"Maybe a month or more upon horses, more then six upon foot." She sighed.
"We do not have this kind of time!" Denethor said not standing. He paced back and forth within the room.
"It is our only choice." Said Faramir.
They all stood quiet for a minute or two before the Denethor spoke again.
"We will take the pass." He said softly.
"Should we ready our men?" Legolas asked.
"Yes, but tomorrow. No use now, it is almost dark." Gandalf said.
Legolas bowed out with Arownen and Faramir followed them out the door. They walked along the city for w while before any of them spoke.
"Faramir, your brother Boromir, do you know what has happened to him." Legolas said.
Faramir looked at them with a brilliance in his eyes. He was in caution with his words as he choose them carefully.
"I do not know, I wish to, but no one lese seems to know. Questioned the Ring bearer a while back in the days. He said he died of insanity of the ring." He sighed.
"Well yes, in a way." Legolas said softly. "He died saying the halfings, he was very brave Faramir, I am so sorry." Legolas bowed.
Faramir looked very hurt then he stood up tall. He was almost taller than Legolas. He raised his head high and he spoke.
"My brother was a noble man, we would not have died from insanity. I am very pleased you told me this. Thank you Legolas." He said softly and he walked away.
Legolas and Arownen watched the sun departed from its shadowy cave over the mountains. They sighed and walked to their room. They were informed by Aragorn that they would leave by morning.
Before they got into bed they readied their things for the next day. They laid in back for a while until thy closed their eyes.
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So... erm.. review!! Please please please! Tell me what you think!!! Sorry about not explaining the last thing... about Arownen... I explained it up there^^ in the beginning so I hope you wont kill me to much...
