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Plus *big thanks* to *musicgrl*, *Andmetwen*, *tbris* for your reviews and that you stuck with me for awhile :)
About rating - I rated it R because I wasn't sure which rate to choose so I did the highest. About evil Legolas - I wanted Legolas strong and evil at least in one fic. Plus I don't like men from Middle earth, except Aragorn.
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I WILL NEVER LEAVE THE WOODS THAT BORE ME FOR OUR DAYS ARE NOT ENDING AND OUR YEARS NOT FAILING
(LOtR, III p.280, lines changed by *me* to suit my, er ..., elf's dark purpose)
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Sauron was right in one thing - these mortals were so pathetically fragile - Vesper was young but scared for ever so her life was ruined before it had begun properly. And what is the use of Nienna's gift? And the prophecy said she was men's only hope? Well, farewell men of Gondor. Legolas grinned and his fair face looked malicious.
But when Vesper opened her eyes, they were blank and empty. Her face was paler than the snow on the Misty mountains. He felt the urge to pat her like some hurt and scared bird.
"It is all over," Legolas said softly as he turned his piercing blue gaze on her.
Looking up into Legolas' eyes, she did the only thing she could.
"I know." Vesper said before the darkness engulfed her.
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Legolas dressed himself and left unconscious Vesper in the bed. He cover her with the sheets and blew out the few candles.
He called Faonor and gave him instructions to keep Vesper in that chamber locked. He was the only one allowed to enter the room and bring her clothes, food and anything she needed.
"Do not tell anyone," Legolas told him. "The other Elves wouldn't understand. Sometimes great sacrifice is needed to revive grandeur of people. Even pain and suffer. But they couldn't take it. So I did it for us. It is enough that we know. So swear that no word will ever escaped your mouth." The look of his blue eyes was intense and butning.
Faonor put his hand above his heart and swore to his lord that the secret would be safe with him. For ever.
The dark prince nodded his head in acceptance and left the other Elf alone in the room.
Legolas went outside and walked through the still and silver wood as the stars above his head started to fade in the hint of the sunrise.
Legolas was standing on the small hill near the woods' edge. The sun was rising. As the first rays touched him he felt so alive. And powerful.
It struck him. His senses became so intense as humans. The blood in his veins ran faster than ever, his skin was warmer, his muscles more visible and his gaze sharper.
Legolas pulled his sword and raised it in front of him. The blade gleamed in the early sun and it unleashed Elf's strengths. He practised with his sword that he now preferred to his bow.
Legolas practised till his body was covered with sweat and his muscles aching from the intense practice. He felt so alive. This was real. Not some sissy Valinor city with Valars that kept Elves for their personal amusement.
He, Legolas Greenleaf, the saviour of the Elves and now the only lord of the Middle Earth was mightier than anyone in the flow of history. He can do whatever he wants. He is beyond any laws and rules. He is the chosen one.
He felt fiery power rushing through his body. Like he would devoured not only the divine light but also human intensity of perception. His blood was burning and his senses were so sharp that the sounds around him were almost a noise to his ears.
He openly admitted to himself that he still craved the mortal girl. Vesper was completely under his control and also the only female in the Middle earth that could satisfy his needs. Because he was aware that no she-elf would sate his desires, strange and weird to elvish folk.
Legolas felt powerful - every single fibre in his body was loaded with pure force that threatened to burst him. He felt that he could rip some men's throats open if they would be foolish enough to rebel - because there were still some men hiding in the East. He didn't care for them. He would tell his lords to kill any man they meet in the Middle earth. And make no exception.
He was a true ruler to the Middle earth. It was all because of him. The Elf that caused the ruin of the Men. The One that have brought the Elves to the new era and restored the grandeur of the Elves - the Second age of the Firstborns.
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Vesper opened her eyes and thought that it all was just a dream, nothing but a bad dream. But when she wanted to leave the bed she noticed her naked and bruised body. Dull pain brought her memories before her eyes. Dizziness covered her and she leaned back to the pillows.
"No, no, no, NO!" she tried desperately to deny what happened to her last night. She dug her head under the pillows, shut her eyes tight and closed her ears with her scratched hands. But nothing helped her to shut her recollection of the previous night. She smelt of him.
His essence was printed in every single inch of her marred skin. Even the sheets carried that smell. So subtle yet so unavoidable. Bright and woodsy and cold and evil at the same time. It felt like a hard, unexpected blow with the fist in her abdomen. Her stomach turned and she almost threw up there in the bed.
Knock on the wooden door and then opening interrupted her misery. Vesper pulled her blanked up to her neck and wrapped herself in it as they would offer her some kind of the protection against the intruder.
Faonor's steady gaze met a pair of weary and scared gray eyes in the pale and blank face.
"Good morning," he greeted her and put the plate with food and the jar of water on the small table by the window. She didn't give him any sign except that she wrapped blanket firmly around her shoulders.
"I brought you some food and fresh clothes. The bath is also ready," he informed her. He felt her despair, pain and surrender. He took a glimpse of her bare skin and noticed raw scars and bruises everywhere. He lowered his head in guilt - he knew that price for their survival must be high. He knew that he could never gather enough courage and strength to ask his lord what had he done to her to save them. Faonor hoped for the sake of their future that the price wasn't too high. But deep in his heart he knew that it was.
Vesper stared at him and didn't respond if she understood his words. He hesitated for a brif moment, then he turned and left her alone in the locked room.
She caught word "bath". She needed water to wash and be clean again. The water was rather cold but she climbed into the bath and rubbed her skin till it gained red marks because her moves were so harsh and hasty.
Then she put on her fresh clothes with her trembling hands and slid down the wall in the corner by the window. She trembled uncontrollably all over and wrapped her arms around her bruised shoulders.
Vesper stayed in that corner so long that she lost her track of time. She kept repeating words "It's a bad dream, nothing but a dream, it did not happen, it did not happen" and swinging in slow but steady motion.
In the evening Faonor came again and changed the sheets. Vesper was still swinging and didn't even notice his presence. He took the plate with the untouched food and left her without saying anything. There were no words of compassion that wouldn't sound like a cruel mockery to her ears.
Later, when the darkness claimed its dominance over the evening, Vesper climbed into the bed and tried to get some sleep in effort to forget and to keep the haunting memories at bay.
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The next day Faonor found her in the bed, cuddled like a small child.
"Had the Men of Gondor left the Middle earth yet?" her blank and quiet voice took him by surprise. He thought that she was still sleeping.
"Indeed they had, my lady," he answered. "Prince and some of our bravest warriors went to Gondor to control Men while leaving for the Islands."
"Then why am I still here? I belong on the board of those ships," she said this more to herself than Faonor.
"I do not know, my lady," he softly responded.
She refused to eat so they put some kind of potion in her water to keep her strengths. Faonor had noticed that Vesper was fading from day to day, getting paler and almost transparent. Vesper stayed in bed for almost a week. No one came to visit her except Faonor that brought her the food and clothes she needed. After a week she looked more etheric than every Elf he knew.
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Legolas watched with strange feeling how the last ships with the token of silver star and tree disappeared even from his sight beyond the horizon. The White city of Gondor was like exterminated. And indeed it was.
The Elves checked every house and find nothing but the things that men left because they didn't want them or didn't need them.
A weird and uncomfortable sensation crawled up his spine as he stood in the King's hall. Silence was mixed with the rays of sun that played along the marble floor. Even the whisper of ages that passed long ago into the shadows of the time disappeared. The city has perished. It was nothing more but a great pile of fine stone blocks.
Legolas took one last glance of the great hall and left the place. The fangs of time had already started their job.
In a couple of thousands years the memory of the men that once ruled the Middle earth shall fade into forgotten legends.
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"I heard something that might take your interest, my lord," one of his warriors told Legolas.
"Yes?" Legolas asked. Did Aragorn left him a note? He doubted but with these mortals you never know.
"It seemed that there was a dwarf in king's assembly and he took off with the king. I never heard of a dwarf that would leave the mines of the Middle earth freely. They must be mistaken," the Elf chuckled in melodic voice.
Legolas got this dreamy look on his face and said in soft voice.
" Indeed, they are not mistaken. It was Gimli, son of Gloin. Great warrior and true friend to those who are worthy." The elves looked surprised but their attention was soon redirected to the messenger that flew through the wood.
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The messenger brought Legolas the message that the remains of the Easterlings that refused to leave to the Islands were grouping to fight with the Elves. They even killed few of the Elvish scouts that were told to scan the land and bring reports.
Legolas put a dark smile on his face and gathered his best warriors. Fierceness spread over his heart. He wanted to punish the men and slay them.
Elvish host flew through the country and in few days arrived in the East to the gate of the city that held Easterlings within its gray walls.
Easterlings were surprised at their small number and attacked the host at once. Legolas dismounted his horse and stood alone against two dozens of his foes that grinned at him and he felt their lust for his blood.
"Kill the Elf, rip his throat open," they snarled. Legolas could see nothing but sharp hatred in their dark eyes.
He remained still, his hair were waving in the soft breeze, his fair face was dangerously bright, a small smile played on his lips. Easterlings became enraged at the sight of the Elf that evidently mocked their skills. One against three dozens of cruellest and strongest warriors?
With strange war cries the men ran toward him. Legolas lifted his blade in the anticipation of the attack. From the other side more men came to massacre his host.
Legolas fought with pure passion - his moves were swift and his blows were heavy. His heart was racing, sweat stuck his clothes to his hot skin and his muscles protested against the diabolical rhythm in which he drove his steel deep in men's flesh. After he slain the last of his foes Legolas looked around. There were only dead bodies on the ground and his clothes were covered with blood.
He had a small scar on his hand and a cut on his upper lip. He didn't dodge and one man managed to strike him across his face. He wiped the warm blood away and licked the rest. Then he looked at the man and grinned.
"Elvish blood for you and human head for me," Legolas said as he beheaded the man in one swift move with the sharp blade.
Also his warriors fought well, they had slain the remains of the east army and were now standing around their leader.
"Let's gather the bodies together and burn them. Their corpses shall not get to rotten on this field," Legolas told them and they started the work that gave them much discomfort. After some hours they set the big pile in fire.
"We gain the victory. Let's return," Legolas announced to his warriors and mounted his horse. They followed him. They watched another empty city and the big fire that was consuming mortals' corpses.
"The Middle Earth is truly ours," he said and never looked back.
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After the victory over Easterlings Legolas came back to Greenwood and called for Faonor.
"How is my guest?" he asked Faonor.
"She refuses the food, but I dared to bring her some strength potion, mixed in water to keep her well," Faonor answered in quiet voice.
"Thank you, Faonor. I appreciate your concern. I will go to visit her now, you can go and get your rest."
Faonor said "good night" to his lord and left the room.
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Legolas didn't care to change his clothes. It was more than a week when he saw her, touched her and hurt her. His skin was stinging in want of touching her skin. He was clearly aware that she became his addiction and obsession but he gladly gave in the temptation. he is powerful - he can do whatever he wants and with whom he wants. Nothing can stop him. There are no limitation to his will.
With the determinate steps he was headed to the Vesper's room. He unlocked the door and came in.
"Greeting to the last human in the Middle earth," he told her as he entered the chamber illuminated in scanty light.
Vesper was standing by the window looking at the great silver moon. His voice tore her fragile peace and she froze in horror. The reality she was trying to escape from scattered her thin defence and got her in the paws.
"Did you miss me?" he asked like a concerned friend. Vesper didn't move nor say anything.
Legolas came to her and pulled her in his arms. She was like a doll in his grip, lifeless and obeying. She didn't even try to resist as the Elf smashed his mouths on her. She tasted the metallic scent of blood and then tried to pull her lips away.
"Cuts, bruises and blood make you feel so alive," Legolas said as he finally withdrew his mouth. He smelled of fight, ashes and wood. He had bruised upper lip and his hair were messy. A true warrior.
He let his fingertips gliding over Vesper's bare shoulders and her back. With his other hand Legolas tugged her dress off her body. Fresh night air made her flesh shiver. Legolas held her in his arms and pushed her in the direction of the bed. Vesper was still like paralysed - it didn't fell real. This can not happen again. They landed on the silken sheets and Legolas' weight pressed her into the soft bed.
He was still fully dressed and the rough material of his combat clothes rubbed her skin.
//All her pleas to stop this humiliation and twisted tenderness echoed within her head but her lips remained wordless. What use would be of her weak pleas? The Elf will never stopped. Why should she rebel? She was a mere tool to him. It didn't matter to anyone what he did to her or with her. Vesper abandoned all of her hopes in the night when he mercilessly claimed her body. She secretly hoped that this night Legolas would just finish her because he had frequently forgotten how strong he was and hurt her more than he wanted.
Vesper turned her face in the pillow and closed her eyes while Legolas moved inside her body. It lasted few days but then that obedience started to irritate him. First he tried to incase the amount of pain that made her moan or cry.
But his great torture was when he decided to be tender with her. The Elf used all of his skills to mingle pain with twisted pleasure. That was the key that forced Vesper to feel with the hateful intensity what Legolas did to her. //
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After his arrival from the victory over the Easterlings Legolas ruled the Middle earth during the day, visited his people and rejoice at the improvement that happened because of the Elvish domination.
Elves admired him and had completely forgotten how they gained the Middle earth. Only Faonor knew what kind of secret dwelled behind the wooden doors in Legolas' quarters. During the nights Legolas couldn't and wouldn't resist the temptation and came to her room and took what he craved for.
It made him alive just like the fight did. But there were no more foes to conquer in the Middle earth so he devoted all of his passion to torture vesper subtly.
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Legolas unlocked her doors and entered the room. Vesper was sitting on the floor by the window and didn't even turn her head as he approached her.
Legolas seized Vesper by the arm and dragged her to her feet, he turned her face towards him, and kissed her lips, gently at first, then more firmly. She didn't move. She didn't move even when she became aware that Legolas had begun to tug off her dress. Then the elf flung Vesper down onto bed and covered her with his larger frame.
Legolas took his shirt off and unbuckled his waist. His fingers tangled in Vesper's long hair and held her still while his hand roamed freely over the pale skin marred with faded scars and bruises. All the art of his own hand.
He kissed her fiercely, but Vesper did not move a muscle in response. Only her face was turned in the pillows to avoid his gaze. She was laying beneath him as a broken doll without minds of her own. Then he held Vesper's head still so that she couldn't turn aside.
Then Legolas kissed her lips gently again and she still didn't move. His tongue slid in her mouth. Legolas felt silent rage building inside of him. He never liked this kind of surrender. He wanted her fighting and broken at the end. And then he had his pleasure.
Legolas broke their kiss and took her wrists. He pinned them above her head and grabbed her hip so hard that he bruised her skin. But then the Elf kissed the top of her ear in an oddly tender way.
Vesper felt a shiver course through her body and it wasn't an unpleasant one. Then Legolas kissed her neck and moved down, past her collarbone, caressing her skin with his tongue. Soft gasps escaped from her lips as Legolas continued his ministrations.
When Legolas felt her ready, he entered her body in painfully slow movement while gently caressing her cheek with cool fingers. She clenched her fingers around the sheets when he started pounding in her.
Vesper jerked as the Elf sank his teeth in her tender flesh on her shoulder. He bit harder and she let a small cry of sudden pain. She was to much aware of his body inside her.
"Ssssh," he murmured softly in her ear, his warm breath caressing her skin.
"You want that. You came to me on your free will. You know you did... no man or woman can resist an Elf...... It hurt but with every thrust I made you crave more..... Not many mortals experienced something like that..."
"I never asked for this... it was you who forced me..." Vesper said. She wanted to resist. To oppose him.
His body tensed at her words while their skin was growing hotter and slicker. Legolas pushed his length as deep into her as he could get. His pace got faster and Vesper squirmed beneath him.
She felt pressure building inside of her and she couldn't prevent it. His knowing hands were touching her everywhere and his possessive mouths were muffling her moans. She hated him for his dark passion that made her hate herself also as she felt hateful pleasure shaking her body uncontrollably.
"No matter what you say and how you resist, the truth is you find pleasure being impaled by an Elf," Legolas licked her earlobe and held still for a long moment. His words enraged her and Vesper tried to free herself. She helplessly pulled her wrists that his grip bruised her skin. Legolas was amused at her hopeless effort and chuckled.
"You are a little elvish whore..." he whispered in her ear and drove himself deep, provoking a choked cry from her soft lips. "... Just as your mother was."
Vesper froze, her entire body going rigid as shame and rage mixed with humiliation flooded through her and made her cheeks glow in fever. She closed her eyes in bitter torment and tried to hide her face in the pillows.
As Legolas felt her pain, shame and despair and he licked her salty tears he claimed her once more before he reached his dark release. He came panting in her sweaty skin and rested on her surrendered body enjoying in his twisted satisfaction at her tarnished soul.
How could he bring her such cruelty, when he looked so pure and good in the warm lights of the few candles? Was she doomed too? Doomed to be the object of his dark obsession?
But the only answer Vesper had ever received was the silence of the night.
Plus *big thanks* to *musicgrl*, *Andmetwen*, *tbris* for your reviews and that you stuck with me for awhile :)
About rating - I rated it R because I wasn't sure which rate to choose so I did the highest. About evil Legolas - I wanted Legolas strong and evil at least in one fic. Plus I don't like men from Middle earth, except Aragorn.
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I WILL NEVER LEAVE THE WOODS THAT BORE ME FOR OUR DAYS ARE NOT ENDING AND OUR YEARS NOT FAILING
(LOtR, III p.280, lines changed by *me* to suit my, er ..., elf's dark purpose)
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Sauron was right in one thing - these mortals were so pathetically fragile - Vesper was young but scared for ever so her life was ruined before it had begun properly. And what is the use of Nienna's gift? And the prophecy said she was men's only hope? Well, farewell men of Gondor. Legolas grinned and his fair face looked malicious.
But when Vesper opened her eyes, they were blank and empty. Her face was paler than the snow on the Misty mountains. He felt the urge to pat her like some hurt and scared bird.
"It is all over," Legolas said softly as he turned his piercing blue gaze on her.
Looking up into Legolas' eyes, she did the only thing she could.
"I know." Vesper said before the darkness engulfed her.
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Legolas dressed himself and left unconscious Vesper in the bed. He cover her with the sheets and blew out the few candles.
He called Faonor and gave him instructions to keep Vesper in that chamber locked. He was the only one allowed to enter the room and bring her clothes, food and anything she needed.
"Do not tell anyone," Legolas told him. "The other Elves wouldn't understand. Sometimes great sacrifice is needed to revive grandeur of people. Even pain and suffer. But they couldn't take it. So I did it for us. It is enough that we know. So swear that no word will ever escaped your mouth." The look of his blue eyes was intense and butning.
Faonor put his hand above his heart and swore to his lord that the secret would be safe with him. For ever.
The dark prince nodded his head in acceptance and left the other Elf alone in the room.
Legolas went outside and walked through the still and silver wood as the stars above his head started to fade in the hint of the sunrise.
Legolas was standing on the small hill near the woods' edge. The sun was rising. As the first rays touched him he felt so alive. And powerful.
It struck him. His senses became so intense as humans. The blood in his veins ran faster than ever, his skin was warmer, his muscles more visible and his gaze sharper.
Legolas pulled his sword and raised it in front of him. The blade gleamed in the early sun and it unleashed Elf's strengths. He practised with his sword that he now preferred to his bow.
Legolas practised till his body was covered with sweat and his muscles aching from the intense practice. He felt so alive. This was real. Not some sissy Valinor city with Valars that kept Elves for their personal amusement.
He, Legolas Greenleaf, the saviour of the Elves and now the only lord of the Middle Earth was mightier than anyone in the flow of history. He can do whatever he wants. He is beyond any laws and rules. He is the chosen one.
He felt fiery power rushing through his body. Like he would devoured not only the divine light but also human intensity of perception. His blood was burning and his senses were so sharp that the sounds around him were almost a noise to his ears.
He openly admitted to himself that he still craved the mortal girl. Vesper was completely under his control and also the only female in the Middle earth that could satisfy his needs. Because he was aware that no she-elf would sate his desires, strange and weird to elvish folk.
Legolas felt powerful - every single fibre in his body was loaded with pure force that threatened to burst him. He felt that he could rip some men's throats open if they would be foolish enough to rebel - because there were still some men hiding in the East. He didn't care for them. He would tell his lords to kill any man they meet in the Middle earth. And make no exception.
He was a true ruler to the Middle earth. It was all because of him. The Elf that caused the ruin of the Men. The One that have brought the Elves to the new era and restored the grandeur of the Elves - the Second age of the Firstborns.
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Vesper opened her eyes and thought that it all was just a dream, nothing but a bad dream. But when she wanted to leave the bed she noticed her naked and bruised body. Dull pain brought her memories before her eyes. Dizziness covered her and she leaned back to the pillows.
"No, no, no, NO!" she tried desperately to deny what happened to her last night. She dug her head under the pillows, shut her eyes tight and closed her ears with her scratched hands. But nothing helped her to shut her recollection of the previous night. She smelt of him.
His essence was printed in every single inch of her marred skin. Even the sheets carried that smell. So subtle yet so unavoidable. Bright and woodsy and cold and evil at the same time. It felt like a hard, unexpected blow with the fist in her abdomen. Her stomach turned and she almost threw up there in the bed.
Knock on the wooden door and then opening interrupted her misery. Vesper pulled her blanked up to her neck and wrapped herself in it as they would offer her some kind of the protection against the intruder.
Faonor's steady gaze met a pair of weary and scared gray eyes in the pale and blank face.
"Good morning," he greeted her and put the plate with food and the jar of water on the small table by the window. She didn't give him any sign except that she wrapped blanket firmly around her shoulders.
"I brought you some food and fresh clothes. The bath is also ready," he informed her. He felt her despair, pain and surrender. He took a glimpse of her bare skin and noticed raw scars and bruises everywhere. He lowered his head in guilt - he knew that price for their survival must be high. He knew that he could never gather enough courage and strength to ask his lord what had he done to her to save them. Faonor hoped for the sake of their future that the price wasn't too high. But deep in his heart he knew that it was.
Vesper stared at him and didn't respond if she understood his words. He hesitated for a brif moment, then he turned and left her alone in the locked room.
She caught word "bath". She needed water to wash and be clean again. The water was rather cold but she climbed into the bath and rubbed her skin till it gained red marks because her moves were so harsh and hasty.
Then she put on her fresh clothes with her trembling hands and slid down the wall in the corner by the window. She trembled uncontrollably all over and wrapped her arms around her bruised shoulders.
Vesper stayed in that corner so long that she lost her track of time. She kept repeating words "It's a bad dream, nothing but a dream, it did not happen, it did not happen" and swinging in slow but steady motion.
In the evening Faonor came again and changed the sheets. Vesper was still swinging and didn't even notice his presence. He took the plate with the untouched food and left her without saying anything. There were no words of compassion that wouldn't sound like a cruel mockery to her ears.
Later, when the darkness claimed its dominance over the evening, Vesper climbed into the bed and tried to get some sleep in effort to forget and to keep the haunting memories at bay.
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The next day Faonor found her in the bed, cuddled like a small child.
"Had the Men of Gondor left the Middle earth yet?" her blank and quiet voice took him by surprise. He thought that she was still sleeping.
"Indeed they had, my lady," he answered. "Prince and some of our bravest warriors went to Gondor to control Men while leaving for the Islands."
"Then why am I still here? I belong on the board of those ships," she said this more to herself than Faonor.
"I do not know, my lady," he softly responded.
She refused to eat so they put some kind of potion in her water to keep her strengths. Faonor had noticed that Vesper was fading from day to day, getting paler and almost transparent. Vesper stayed in bed for almost a week. No one came to visit her except Faonor that brought her the food and clothes she needed. After a week she looked more etheric than every Elf he knew.
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Legolas watched with strange feeling how the last ships with the token of silver star and tree disappeared even from his sight beyond the horizon. The White city of Gondor was like exterminated. And indeed it was.
The Elves checked every house and find nothing but the things that men left because they didn't want them or didn't need them.
A weird and uncomfortable sensation crawled up his spine as he stood in the King's hall. Silence was mixed with the rays of sun that played along the marble floor. Even the whisper of ages that passed long ago into the shadows of the time disappeared. The city has perished. It was nothing more but a great pile of fine stone blocks.
Legolas took one last glance of the great hall and left the place. The fangs of time had already started their job.
In a couple of thousands years the memory of the men that once ruled the Middle earth shall fade into forgotten legends.
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"I heard something that might take your interest, my lord," one of his warriors told Legolas.
"Yes?" Legolas asked. Did Aragorn left him a note? He doubted but with these mortals you never know.
"It seemed that there was a dwarf in king's assembly and he took off with the king. I never heard of a dwarf that would leave the mines of the Middle earth freely. They must be mistaken," the Elf chuckled in melodic voice.
Legolas got this dreamy look on his face and said in soft voice.
" Indeed, they are not mistaken. It was Gimli, son of Gloin. Great warrior and true friend to those who are worthy." The elves looked surprised but their attention was soon redirected to the messenger that flew through the wood.
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The messenger brought Legolas the message that the remains of the Easterlings that refused to leave to the Islands were grouping to fight with the Elves. They even killed few of the Elvish scouts that were told to scan the land and bring reports.
Legolas put a dark smile on his face and gathered his best warriors. Fierceness spread over his heart. He wanted to punish the men and slay them.
Elvish host flew through the country and in few days arrived in the East to the gate of the city that held Easterlings within its gray walls.
Easterlings were surprised at their small number and attacked the host at once. Legolas dismounted his horse and stood alone against two dozens of his foes that grinned at him and he felt their lust for his blood.
"Kill the Elf, rip his throat open," they snarled. Legolas could see nothing but sharp hatred in their dark eyes.
He remained still, his hair were waving in the soft breeze, his fair face was dangerously bright, a small smile played on his lips. Easterlings became enraged at the sight of the Elf that evidently mocked their skills. One against three dozens of cruellest and strongest warriors?
With strange war cries the men ran toward him. Legolas lifted his blade in the anticipation of the attack. From the other side more men came to massacre his host.
Legolas fought with pure passion - his moves were swift and his blows were heavy. His heart was racing, sweat stuck his clothes to his hot skin and his muscles protested against the diabolical rhythm in which he drove his steel deep in men's flesh. After he slain the last of his foes Legolas looked around. There were only dead bodies on the ground and his clothes were covered with blood.
He had a small scar on his hand and a cut on his upper lip. He didn't dodge and one man managed to strike him across his face. He wiped the warm blood away and licked the rest. Then he looked at the man and grinned.
"Elvish blood for you and human head for me," Legolas said as he beheaded the man in one swift move with the sharp blade.
Also his warriors fought well, they had slain the remains of the east army and were now standing around their leader.
"Let's gather the bodies together and burn them. Their corpses shall not get to rotten on this field," Legolas told them and they started the work that gave them much discomfort. After some hours they set the big pile in fire.
"We gain the victory. Let's return," Legolas announced to his warriors and mounted his horse. They followed him. They watched another empty city and the big fire that was consuming mortals' corpses.
"The Middle Earth is truly ours," he said and never looked back.
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After the victory over Easterlings Legolas came back to Greenwood and called for Faonor.
"How is my guest?" he asked Faonor.
"She refuses the food, but I dared to bring her some strength potion, mixed in water to keep her well," Faonor answered in quiet voice.
"Thank you, Faonor. I appreciate your concern. I will go to visit her now, you can go and get your rest."
Faonor said "good night" to his lord and left the room.
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Legolas didn't care to change his clothes. It was more than a week when he saw her, touched her and hurt her. His skin was stinging in want of touching her skin. He was clearly aware that she became his addiction and obsession but he gladly gave in the temptation. he is powerful - he can do whatever he wants and with whom he wants. Nothing can stop him. There are no limitation to his will.
With the determinate steps he was headed to the Vesper's room. He unlocked the door and came in.
"Greeting to the last human in the Middle earth," he told her as he entered the chamber illuminated in scanty light.
Vesper was standing by the window looking at the great silver moon. His voice tore her fragile peace and she froze in horror. The reality she was trying to escape from scattered her thin defence and got her in the paws.
"Did you miss me?" he asked like a concerned friend. Vesper didn't move nor say anything.
Legolas came to her and pulled her in his arms. She was like a doll in his grip, lifeless and obeying. She didn't even try to resist as the Elf smashed his mouths on her. She tasted the metallic scent of blood and then tried to pull her lips away.
"Cuts, bruises and blood make you feel so alive," Legolas said as he finally withdrew his mouth. He smelled of fight, ashes and wood. He had bruised upper lip and his hair were messy. A true warrior.
He let his fingertips gliding over Vesper's bare shoulders and her back. With his other hand Legolas tugged her dress off her body. Fresh night air made her flesh shiver. Legolas held her in his arms and pushed her in the direction of the bed. Vesper was still like paralysed - it didn't fell real. This can not happen again. They landed on the silken sheets and Legolas' weight pressed her into the soft bed.
He was still fully dressed and the rough material of his combat clothes rubbed her skin.
//All her pleas to stop this humiliation and twisted tenderness echoed within her head but her lips remained wordless. What use would be of her weak pleas? The Elf will never stopped. Why should she rebel? She was a mere tool to him. It didn't matter to anyone what he did to her or with her. Vesper abandoned all of her hopes in the night when he mercilessly claimed her body. She secretly hoped that this night Legolas would just finish her because he had frequently forgotten how strong he was and hurt her more than he wanted.
Vesper turned her face in the pillow and closed her eyes while Legolas moved inside her body. It lasted few days but then that obedience started to irritate him. First he tried to incase the amount of pain that made her moan or cry.
But his great torture was when he decided to be tender with her. The Elf used all of his skills to mingle pain with twisted pleasure. That was the key that forced Vesper to feel with the hateful intensity what Legolas did to her. //
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After his arrival from the victory over the Easterlings Legolas ruled the Middle earth during the day, visited his people and rejoice at the improvement that happened because of the Elvish domination.
Elves admired him and had completely forgotten how they gained the Middle earth. Only Faonor knew what kind of secret dwelled behind the wooden doors in Legolas' quarters. During the nights Legolas couldn't and wouldn't resist the temptation and came to her room and took what he craved for.
It made him alive just like the fight did. But there were no more foes to conquer in the Middle earth so he devoted all of his passion to torture vesper subtly.
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Legolas unlocked her doors and entered the room. Vesper was sitting on the floor by the window and didn't even turn her head as he approached her.
Legolas seized Vesper by the arm and dragged her to her feet, he turned her face towards him, and kissed her lips, gently at first, then more firmly. She didn't move. She didn't move even when she became aware that Legolas had begun to tug off her dress. Then the elf flung Vesper down onto bed and covered her with his larger frame.
Legolas took his shirt off and unbuckled his waist. His fingers tangled in Vesper's long hair and held her still while his hand roamed freely over the pale skin marred with faded scars and bruises. All the art of his own hand.
He kissed her fiercely, but Vesper did not move a muscle in response. Only her face was turned in the pillows to avoid his gaze. She was laying beneath him as a broken doll without minds of her own. Then he held Vesper's head still so that she couldn't turn aside.
Then Legolas kissed her lips gently again and she still didn't move. His tongue slid in her mouth. Legolas felt silent rage building inside of him. He never liked this kind of surrender. He wanted her fighting and broken at the end. And then he had his pleasure.
Legolas broke their kiss and took her wrists. He pinned them above her head and grabbed her hip so hard that he bruised her skin. But then the Elf kissed the top of her ear in an oddly tender way.
Vesper felt a shiver course through her body and it wasn't an unpleasant one. Then Legolas kissed her neck and moved down, past her collarbone, caressing her skin with his tongue. Soft gasps escaped from her lips as Legolas continued his ministrations.
When Legolas felt her ready, he entered her body in painfully slow movement while gently caressing her cheek with cool fingers. She clenched her fingers around the sheets when he started pounding in her.
Vesper jerked as the Elf sank his teeth in her tender flesh on her shoulder. He bit harder and she let a small cry of sudden pain. She was to much aware of his body inside her.
"Ssssh," he murmured softly in her ear, his warm breath caressing her skin.
"You want that. You came to me on your free will. You know you did... no man or woman can resist an Elf...... It hurt but with every thrust I made you crave more..... Not many mortals experienced something like that..."
"I never asked for this... it was you who forced me..." Vesper said. She wanted to resist. To oppose him.
His body tensed at her words while their skin was growing hotter and slicker. Legolas pushed his length as deep into her as he could get. His pace got faster and Vesper squirmed beneath him.
She felt pressure building inside of her and she couldn't prevent it. His knowing hands were touching her everywhere and his possessive mouths were muffling her moans. She hated him for his dark passion that made her hate herself also as she felt hateful pleasure shaking her body uncontrollably.
"No matter what you say and how you resist, the truth is you find pleasure being impaled by an Elf," Legolas licked her earlobe and held still for a long moment. His words enraged her and Vesper tried to free herself. She helplessly pulled her wrists that his grip bruised her skin. Legolas was amused at her hopeless effort and chuckled.
"You are a little elvish whore..." he whispered in her ear and drove himself deep, provoking a choked cry from her soft lips. "... Just as your mother was."
Vesper froze, her entire body going rigid as shame and rage mixed with humiliation flooded through her and made her cheeks glow in fever. She closed her eyes in bitter torment and tried to hide her face in the pillows.
As Legolas felt her pain, shame and despair and he licked her salty tears he claimed her once more before he reached his dark release. He came panting in her sweaty skin and rested on her surrendered body enjoying in his twisted satisfaction at her tarnished soul.
How could he bring her such cruelty, when he looked so pure and good in the warm lights of the few candles? Was she doomed too? Doomed to be the object of his dark obsession?
But the only answer Vesper had ever received was the silence of the night.