"All Rivers Flow To The Sea" is the sequel to "The Daughter Of Elves And
Men", my first fanfic on fanfiction.net. This story will make very little,
if any sense, to you if you haven't read its prequel. Please go and read
"The Daughter Of Elves And Men" by searching under my penname, Annaicuru.
For those of you who have already read "The Daughter Of Elves And Men" welcome back! Thank you all so much for your wonderful reviews, suggestions and support. You said you wanted a sequel and here you are. The events here begin a few days after the end of the last fanfic. To sum up what's happened since: Legolas has asked Aragorn for Mithmír's hand (and been granted it joyfully); Aragorn and Arwen have married (just); and to pretty much everyone's surprise Mithmír's mother, Lómwing, came with Arwen and her company from Rivendell.
Hope you enjoy it and please review! The beginning of this chapter is pretty much just sweet stuff, to give you the idea of how Mithmír and Legolas' relationship has progressed. Sorry if it's a bit slow-moving. It gets better, I promise.
***
'I love you.' Legolas murmured soothingly. The words were so simple, but they meant so much - especially when they came from those wonderful lips. Mithmír blushed, as much because of his words as because of the tender fingers that flitted over her bare shoulders and neck comfortingly. Legolas was far better at massaging than she was, a fact she had learnt early on.
Legolas leaned around her so he could see her face. 'Feel good?' he asked with a knowing grin, flexing his fingers once again meaningfully. Mithmír's head reflexively dropped back onto his lap as she breathed out deeply, moaning quietly at the pleasurable sensations.
'I'll take that as a "yes",' he replied softly, moving forward and downwards to kiss her exposed neck slowly, leaving his lingering scent of ever-fresh woodland on her skin.
Mithmír relished these precious times; and even more the idea that soon - when they were married - they would be able to have them always. The thought made warm tingles run all over her. Legolas was different from the (few) other men who'd try to win her affections: he never demanded anything from her that she didn't willingly give. He understood her fears and apprehensions in all areas, including love. He had never tried to take their kisses and embraces any further; and Mithmír was glad for it.
There was a knock on the door a second later, and Faramir's voice rang out, 'Mithmír? May I come in?'
Mithmír got up suddenly and agilely, leaping to her feet like a cat, perfectly balanced. Legolas rolled back and away, standing up lithely beside the window. Mithmír thanked the lady Elbereth that she was lucky enough to have a room on the ground floor. It allowed Legolas to open the window, slip out, and drop to the ground noiselessly; from where he looked up once, blew her a silent kiss, and then was gone - all before the door opened and Faramir entered.
'Mithmír?' Asked Faramir, confused. 'Why are you leaning out the window?'
Mithmír spun around, looking guilty. 'Oh. oh, no reason, Faramir, my brother.' She smiled brightly, regaining her composure, and sat down on the bed. Faramir sat beside her, and he couldn't hide the grin that was spread over his face.
'What makes you smile so, Faramir?' Asked Mithmír, looking at him oddly.
Faramir ducked his head a little, abashed. 'Well, Mithmír. Éowyn and I have been talking with Aragorn, and we've decided on our wedding day! It's to be in only four days, Mithmír! That soon! And I want you to be there so much, as my sister, since. since Boromir can't be there as my brother.'
Mithmír embraced him silently, feeling his sorrow at the loss of his brother - however long ago it had been - as sharply as he did. 'Of course I'll be there on such a happy day, on your special day, Faramir! I'm honored, to be allowed to stand as your family in the ceremony.'
'I'd have no one else, Mithmír,' replied Faramir in a deep voice, surreptitiously wiping away a tear on the back of his hand. He had been incredibly close to his older brother; and even with his happiness at being around Éowyn and Mithmír herself, nothing could completely replace that bond.
'I can't believe it'll finally happen,' he said breathlessly a second later, getting up from the bed and making for the door. 'It's the beginning of the best part of my life, Mithmír!'
She didn't hear the rest of his words, his happy goodbye, the door closing behind him. With his last words running through her head she sat alone in her room, faced again with the inescapable truth that while her life had no ending, Faramir's death was doomed to come, and she had no choice but to stay, powerless, and watch her beloved brother die.
For those of you who have already read "The Daughter Of Elves And Men" welcome back! Thank you all so much for your wonderful reviews, suggestions and support. You said you wanted a sequel and here you are. The events here begin a few days after the end of the last fanfic. To sum up what's happened since: Legolas has asked Aragorn for Mithmír's hand (and been granted it joyfully); Aragorn and Arwen have married (just); and to pretty much everyone's surprise Mithmír's mother, Lómwing, came with Arwen and her company from Rivendell.
Hope you enjoy it and please review! The beginning of this chapter is pretty much just sweet stuff, to give you the idea of how Mithmír and Legolas' relationship has progressed. Sorry if it's a bit slow-moving. It gets better, I promise.
***
'I love you.' Legolas murmured soothingly. The words were so simple, but they meant so much - especially when they came from those wonderful lips. Mithmír blushed, as much because of his words as because of the tender fingers that flitted over her bare shoulders and neck comfortingly. Legolas was far better at massaging than she was, a fact she had learnt early on.
Legolas leaned around her so he could see her face. 'Feel good?' he asked with a knowing grin, flexing his fingers once again meaningfully. Mithmír's head reflexively dropped back onto his lap as she breathed out deeply, moaning quietly at the pleasurable sensations.
'I'll take that as a "yes",' he replied softly, moving forward and downwards to kiss her exposed neck slowly, leaving his lingering scent of ever-fresh woodland on her skin.
Mithmír relished these precious times; and even more the idea that soon - when they were married - they would be able to have them always. The thought made warm tingles run all over her. Legolas was different from the (few) other men who'd try to win her affections: he never demanded anything from her that she didn't willingly give. He understood her fears and apprehensions in all areas, including love. He had never tried to take their kisses and embraces any further; and Mithmír was glad for it.
There was a knock on the door a second later, and Faramir's voice rang out, 'Mithmír? May I come in?'
Mithmír got up suddenly and agilely, leaping to her feet like a cat, perfectly balanced. Legolas rolled back and away, standing up lithely beside the window. Mithmír thanked the lady Elbereth that she was lucky enough to have a room on the ground floor. It allowed Legolas to open the window, slip out, and drop to the ground noiselessly; from where he looked up once, blew her a silent kiss, and then was gone - all before the door opened and Faramir entered.
'Mithmír?' Asked Faramir, confused. 'Why are you leaning out the window?'
Mithmír spun around, looking guilty. 'Oh. oh, no reason, Faramir, my brother.' She smiled brightly, regaining her composure, and sat down on the bed. Faramir sat beside her, and he couldn't hide the grin that was spread over his face.
'What makes you smile so, Faramir?' Asked Mithmír, looking at him oddly.
Faramir ducked his head a little, abashed. 'Well, Mithmír. Éowyn and I have been talking with Aragorn, and we've decided on our wedding day! It's to be in only four days, Mithmír! That soon! And I want you to be there so much, as my sister, since. since Boromir can't be there as my brother.'
Mithmír embraced him silently, feeling his sorrow at the loss of his brother - however long ago it had been - as sharply as he did. 'Of course I'll be there on such a happy day, on your special day, Faramir! I'm honored, to be allowed to stand as your family in the ceremony.'
'I'd have no one else, Mithmír,' replied Faramir in a deep voice, surreptitiously wiping away a tear on the back of his hand. He had been incredibly close to his older brother; and even with his happiness at being around Éowyn and Mithmír herself, nothing could completely replace that bond.
'I can't believe it'll finally happen,' he said breathlessly a second later, getting up from the bed and making for the door. 'It's the beginning of the best part of my life, Mithmír!'
She didn't hear the rest of his words, his happy goodbye, the door closing behind him. With his last words running through her head she sat alone in her room, faced again with the inescapable truth that while her life had no ending, Faramir's death was doomed to come, and she had no choice but to stay, powerless, and watch her beloved brother die.
