To desire another

Author's notes down below after the story. Please read.

Disclaimer: All the characters of Lord of the rings are in property of the genius, J.R.R. Tolkien. Only the fanfic is mine.

This takes place in Rivendell when Legolas arrived there to attend Elrond's council meeting in Fellowship of the ring.

Chapter 2 : Raging passion

"What are you doing here Legolas?" She spoke in a low whisper, not knowing what else to say, She had always been weak when it came to him, and she felt herself leaning against the wall for support.


He smiled an innocent smile, as he stopped swirling his drink around. "Mae govannen (happily met) to you too Arwen."

There was silence and Arwen didn't know whether to be pleased or furious. She stood in front of him in a defiant posture, her eyes glared at him, a cold shade of sky blue and gray.

"I have always liked that attitude in you," Legolas finally spoke in a tone that she can't decipher, she simply stood her grounds in silence.

He spoke again, "Tell me, Arwen, do you like what you see?" he questioned, his voice like a mild murmuring breeze.

Arwen's mouth hardened, "I am not the same since you last saw me."

"Yes of course," he slurred as he took another swig of his wine.

Her heart filled with horror as he stood up, towering over her, his dark eyes gleaming.

"Why are you so frightened of me, my Undomiel, you must not be frightened. You have nothing to be afraid of. I do not understand why you must act this way," he purred, he caressed her face and suddenly every nerve in Arwen's body relished with anticipation that was impossible to control. Her anger lessened by the cotton-like touch on her cheek. Her skin shivered from the caress, driving a mad awareness through her reeling mind.

His gaze dared her and she knew he was tempting her. His plan was to take them both with his appeal, his sensual skill, his sheer force of will. She had to stop this, she can't let him win this game.

She roughly broke away from his strong hold. "I have told you," she said in a warning tone, "I am not the same since you last saw me."

Legolas took a step back from her and Arwen looked at him confused. "Why you are most certainly right!" he exclaimed in a casual drawl. He again graced her body with his exploring eyes and gave her an approving nod.

"You're body is much fuller and desirable than I ever would have imagined." She hated him more than ever then for only his touch and words could rouse this embroiled reaction inside of her and no one else. Arwen willed herself to keep absolutely still to pretend that she was not affected by his invigorating words.

The frenzied need to keep her breathing even, to make the slow, regular inhalations of being unaffected, needed the most intense concentration. It was then she realized that she wasn't prepared to face him, she lacked of time. Time to get herself under control. He stepped forward again, leering over her petite form and he laughed a soft tone of voice, while his eyes darkened with desire.

"No." She whispered, surprising and disappointing herself.

The muscles in his face tensed; however his eyes darkened again with a predatory hunger that ripped at her own weak self-control.

"No?" He advanced upon her and a more reigning stimulation brought her fully alert as fingers brushed over her sensitive chin and down the column of her neck to rest on her shoulder blades. A thumb grazed upon her hairline taking tendrils of her mahogany hair back from her face. An act of tenderness she hasn't

experienced for a long time from him.

"What are you doing here?" She croaked, repeating her question.

"Why not?"

"Your father is appointed for representing Mirkwood in this council."

He shrugged, "I took his place for him, I figured my time has now come to prove myself of a prince," He swept his fingers across her face again, and her lips thinned, allowing what she thought she would never allow to happen.

"Liar," she breathed angrily, while he looked down to her, mockery dancing in his eyes.

"Now, now, my Undomiel, no need to get so… irritated…I must ask you this, what are YOU doing here? Are you here to again experience my loving touch?" he asked with a twisted grin.

A heated flush of blood flowed through to the outermost layer of her face, as she clenched her little hands hard till her knuckles turned to white.

She raggedly pushed him away and took a step back for comfort.

"Don't you dare touch me," she muttered. "don't you dare touch me! I am not here to give myself to you again, I have outgrown that phase, you shall never, ever lay your hands on me again, or I'll--I'll--"

"You'll what?" He asked coolly, he loved playing wordless, seductive games with her, especially when he knows that she couldn't win.

She stared at him giving him cold, hard looks. "I am not yours anymore, I am bound to another. Someone that I truly love. Someone who will protect me, treat me like a lady, and give me absolute tenderness."

He sneered at her answer while letting his fore finger drop down her neck.

"Oh please, don't tell me that," he growled.

"I know you better." He continued while he looked at her with cat-like eyes.

"You want somebody who would give you mad, crazy love-making all day and night long, that is what you want. Not roses, or- or beautiful dresses. You want passion, you want heat. And who is a better candidate than me? You cannot deny me, you cannot deny this…"

Arwen could not help but shudder, a pleasure swept through her, the uncontrolled need, the heated expectation of his lips brutally licking her own. A pressure that made her whole body ache for intimate contact. Legolas carelessly claimed her mouth, engulfing her in a hot passionate kiss that made her go limp in his arms. He bent her against him, probing deeper, waiting for a response, letting her know how much he wanted her. She let out a low moan, and responded with equal passion then he tore away from her, leaving her breathless, and tears forming in her eyes.

"Why do you cry, do you wish for me to stop?" He asked not of anger, but also not of tenderness.

"No my lord. I am in spite of myself." Her own distress of mind forced the denial. She refused that she was a whore, yet Legolas…

…and the uncontrolled passion was beyond her efforts, she felt more hot tears roll down her cheeks.

His response was burning and explosive but he controlled himself the anger. His face tightened, and an infinite menace flared into his midnight blue eyes.

"Lord Elessar is in his room," He said under gritted teeth.

"If you feel distress about betrayal then I suggest that you leave my room immediately before everything gets out of control." He brought up his hands to wipe the tears from her eyes.

She sobbed harder this time, "Legolas I hate you, because you were right. I do want you. And.. and every time y-your presence is known to me.. you make me want you. I-I want to be your lover. I hate you! Why have you returned? Can't you see that I am happy now? I am happy Legolas..I am happy…"

"So you only want me as your lover!" he exploded, taunting her, making her feel guilty.

She only stared at him, wanting to explain, but her words failed her, and she stood there her mouth opened slightly.

He stared back, his face softening. "I am sorry Undomiel, I did not mean to explode on you." He turned away from her and poured more wine in his goblet.

"Leave me now, leave me to my own depression." He commanded, taking in more alcohol in his body. "Leave me! Why have you come?" he muttered, forcing his voice to work. "Why have I come..?"

Arwen turned on her heels and left.

Legolas slurred himself of more wine as he still heard broken sobs in the hallways.

"I hate to see you cry," he mumbled very lowly under his breath.

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Next chapter -- hopefully we'll get down with the good / yummy stuff .=)

AUTHOR'S NOTES: and here I close this fanfic due to a very massive writer's block. I am quite shock with the reviews that I have received from this fic. I most deeply thank you all for taking the time and reflect upon my ideas. I love you all.

My response. pointed towards the reviewers….

No, I am not portraying Legolas as an "ass hole" and if you guys read my A/N in chapter 1, I specifically said and even put it on caps that in this fic Legolas is not BAD or NASTY or PERVERTED. He's just sexually driven to Arwen, and vice versa, both can't deny their attraction for each other and I will explain on that in later chapters. Thank you for pointing out any grammar mistakes. And for the rest of the readers, please don't be shy to point out any mistakes, I will surely appreciate it =) It's not a see through dress! It's a night gown made out of a thin material that's why Legolas can make out, um, bodily structures? and I said it was an "ivory colored" dress, not translucent. And to all the rest of you who gave positive comments to my fic…I LOVE YOU ALL! (albinofrog88, sabina, SlytherinSlut, Heather, M.E., Bekky, Elven Fair, Saraclya, Tourniquette, Wilwarin, rubymoon, and Jess) I hope this chapter is not a disappointment to you guys!