To desire another

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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 3 : Reckless and restless

The day had begun with such golden brilliance, and everybody in the dining table were having a good conversation. However, Arwen felt unsettled and distracted. She looked at her twin brothers who were yet again fighting over meaning-less nothings, she laughed, they were good to be around, they seemed to lighten her mood with their humor.

She waited impatiently in the dining hall, her small hands knotted with each other in a form of nervousness. The night before had exhausted her to no end, for she did not sleep at all. Burning and heated memories of both her and Legolas entangled in bed after a steamy night of passion brought a nice shade of red flush in her face.

She could not believe that he had stood in front of her again. She had never thought that he would show his face to her again, and she certainly didn't anticipate her heated reaction. She always thought that over the years that he was gone, she had developed a stronger will and self-control.

Damn Legolas for breaking all of my barriers. She fumed.

Aragorn noticed the brunette's current distress and he put an arm around her as if to comfort her, another hand rubbing her arms in a gentle fashion.

"My love, what is troubling you? Perhaps I may be of some aid."

"It is naught my fair lord, I have not slept, my sleepless midnight took its toll on me. Worry not."

"Nevertheless, arwenamin (my lady), I see that you need comfort."

"Ah. Estel is too kind," She said, kissing his cheeks. She poked her food with a fork and Aragorn raised an eyebrow.


"Are you not hungry?" She flashed the worried man beside her with a sincere smile.


"I do not feel like eating today." He frowned and as if on a cue the frosted-glass door burst open.

Rooted to her seat, Arwen stared with wide, startled-stricken eyes at the unmistakable form of his gorgeous body, and his undeniably handsome, and fair face.


"'Quel amrun (good morning) Legolas, come! Breakfast is still serving." Aragorn exclaimed, waving him over to the table.


He entered the room looking drawn and tired, regarding Aragorn a nod he took a seat across from him. Arwen looked down, she refused to look at him and kept continuing to tangle her hands together, finding it fascinating. Elladan and Elrohir exchanged confused looks, and Elrohir cleared his throat.


"Legolas, are you ill? You have not greeted us this morning yet, and it has been years since we seen each other last," Elrohir said, while his twin brother, Elladan, echoed his concerns.


"Elrohir is right, perhaps you should retire back to your chambers and we will get a servant to bring you food. You do not seem like yourself this morn." He suggested.


"Vedui' il'er, nae saian luume' (Greetings everyone, it has been long). Pardon my silence, I haven't had enough sleep from last night. And I am extremely exhausted, I seem to forgot how tiring it was to travel from Mirkwood to Rivendell. 'Tis very far indeed." He replied in a more lively tone. He looked at Elrohir who was looking at him strangely.


"Perhaps, Elrohir, Elladan, may accompany me to ride in the woods today? For old times sake? Shoot an arrow or two?" He asked, giving them a light-hearted smile, and an old mischievous wink. "Let us see who will best at archery this time."


"Ahh. That's more like the Legolas that we know! Isn't that right brother?" Elladan cheered, slapping a hand at his brother's back emitting a choke from the flabbergasted Elrohir.


"Elladan! For valar's sakes, to think that maybe more than three-thousand years on middle Earth would heighten your maturity level of four!" cried the other twin, as the feeble Arwen handed him a glass of water, and he took it none-too gently.


"Pardon my actions," Elladan said sheepishly, while scratching the back of his head, his twin scowled at him.


Aragorn laughed at the endless bickering of the twins, then turned to the smiling prince, "seems like you are not the only one who did not sleep last night my friend! My fair lady here has tossed and turned in her bed last night as well." The


Mirkwood prince gave him a weak smile, ignoring his last comment.

"How are you Aragorn, son of Arathorn, and how is Gondor fairing? Ahhh, and of course, the lovely Evenstar of the elves. Arwen I have missed you so. Vanimle sila tiri (your beauty shines bright). It is good to see you both again," he said in a lightened voice.


Arwen stared at him with a nonchalant expression, acknowledging his presence with a slight nod

Legolas' usual dark midnight blue eyes were clear and crystalline, both innocence and sweetness imprinted on it. He was always like that, the sweet-innocent little Legolas. Little did they know how brutal and erotic this elf can be.

Arwen picked up her spoon, unnoticed, and stared at it for awhile, she looked down at her image that was being reflected, to see what Legolas would see if he ever tried to carry out his threat to coax her into joining him in his bed. A clear voice woke her up from her reverie.

"Ah, 'tis fairing well. And Mirkwood? I was told that King Thranduil would represent your country in this meeting, I suppose you are going to take his place."

"Yes," the blond prince answered reluctantly. "I have convinced my father that I should be the one to go in his place, there is turmoil and evil brewing in the southern forest. The king is very frustrated and pressured, it has been like that for months, I am concerned that he will break down with all the problems that has been occurring as we speak. I am merely taking a slight burden off his back. He is still my father."

Lord Elessar looked at him with a concerned look on his face, "What kind of troubles Legolas?"

"'Tis been a dark year for Mirkwood lately, spiders have been constantly attacking again, but worry not, it is under control, and it is not as bad as it seems. My father can handle it," he took a spoonful of mashed potatoes in his mouth, and gulped it down. He sat still for a while and stared at his food unenthusiastically.

"It saddens me that this misfortune befalls upon Mirkwood in such a difficult and critical time," Aragorn said thoughtfully. He dropped his spoon on his plate, and Legolas decided to speak.

"Do not take offense and if you will excuse me, Lords Elrohir, Elladan, Aragorn, and Lady Arwen." He said in a low voice,

"I am not hungry, please proceed without me." He stood up, smiling at the twins, "I will see you afterwards in the stables, I shall be waiting there, and I will prepare our horses."

Arwen's smoky gray eyes followed Legolas' form as he exited the door, and Elrohir gave an amused chortle.

"I don't know why he left so eagerly and suddenly," the dark-haired elf said, during a round-full of potatoes. "This mashed 'taters is very good, I must say."

"I say we must leave him be for awhile, Elrohir, something great is troubling his heart. Do not follow him yet, we shall ask of his dilemmas when he is ready. Perhaps his behavior today concerns about the well-being of Mirkwood. It is of grave adversity. Brother, what say you we ride to Mirkwood to aid the king's distress?" Elladan suggested. Arwen abruptly stood up, surprising the three males.

"Sister, are you also ill?" The other twin asked.

"No, I must go back to my chambers for I am tired. If you shall all excuse me, and pardon my rude behavior this morn," she brushed off against the flustered Aragorn."

Very well," Aragorn said, also standing up, "I shall accompany the lady to her chamber's doors. I shall return soon."

"No!"

Elladan shot her a confused look, and the Evenstar flinched, regretting her sharp response.

"I- I am sorry my lord," she stumbled, looking down, and fixing her gown guiltily, "I can walk myself to my own room." "If you so wish, my lady, then I shall accept and respect your decision." He nobly said, sitting down again but still worried about her bizarre attitude.

She gave Aragorn a small peck on the lips and ran off.

"That was rather unusual. What has happened last night? How come everybody is acting so strangely?" Elrohir asked, his brows knitted together.


"Well, I say this is of cause of the pipe-weed." Elladan commented with a silly grin plastered on his face. "Ahh.. Good 'ol pipe-weed."

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Arwen entered the stables cautiously, and she tiptoed silently, hoping she wouldn't make a noise. She hid behind a wooden wall, and she finally made out a tall form brushing a white, majestic horse's mane.

"Come out Arwen." A strong voice called out, his back facing her. "Why do you hide? I can tell it is you, I can hear you, I can sense you¼" He stopped brushing Shadow Fax's white mane and he swung around to face her.

"I can smell you."

She felt the wash of heat burning her face again, but walked on, dragging herself so that he can see her.

"I was just seei--"

"Why have you come to follow me?" He interrupted icily.

Irritated, she approached him, coming in closer, rage and desperation overpowering her sense of intimidation.

"If you haven't interrupted me, you would have gotten the answer." She said heatedly, Legolas just turned his back refusing to retort.

"Why are you like this!? What have I done to deserve such cruelty from you?" she yelled, fighting back the tears that was stinging at the back of her eyelids.

"Do not yell at me, you do not know anything." he mouthed in a deceptively soft snarl that reminded her of a slick but dangerous feline.

She moved in front of him to see his face.

"You have not answered my question yet." She spat, then took a long, gradual breath, and a solid look at him. She sensed his anger, though he is smooth and refined, there was something about the way he glared at her, and the way his eyes flared into hers, that spoke of danger.

Arwen looked at him, stoically, unmoved by his difficulty.

She then finally admitted that he was more headstrong, more stubborn than she was, with a power so utterly immense that he was able to hold his ground. His rigid and lithe body oozed with great boldness and vigor, not only physical energy, but the elevated directness of purpose of an elf who demanded yielding.

But she was not going to give up easily, she demanded the same thing from him, or even more, she deserved to be heard. Her hands raised up, in a desperate action, readying herself to slap him, and he flew an arm to stop her in a quick dash. She lost her equilibrium, unconsciously gripping his muscular body for balance.

Arwen gasped, finding herself in his strong arms, quivering at the stiffness of his jaw against her face, she pushed her face in the hard wall of his chest to gain composure, then scrambled away from his hold.

"Why...?" She whimpered quietly.

"Why do you treat me like this? Like, like, I'm a property, and that you can come to me anytime you want! I thought you loved me!" She cried hysterically. She didn't know how long she went on screaming and slapping Legolas, only that she instantly broke into a sob with a shameful feeling that she had never felt before in all of her life.

Legolas' face hardened and without a word he gathered her broken body in his arms, and was holding her in a protective manner while she wept till she could only breathe out dry, and painful sobs.

"I can't...s-st-and it any..more.. s-s-tand it-t-t...a-a..nym-oore.." She sniffed, drying her tear-soaked face with the back of her hand.

She buried her face deeper in the hardness of his muscled chest, her lips pursed miserably, her long lashes wet from blinking back the tears. He stroked her long chocolate brown hair, his lips pressed on the contours of her perfectly shaped eyebrows. She rested her body against him, wearied, with her face nuzzling his vest.

"Undomiel..." He whispered, saying her name over and over again with the smooth silkiness of his voice.

"Don't cry." He tenderly caressed her wet face, and kissed everyone of her tears. She only sobbed, and gripped his black tunic harder.

He pulled back from her, staring at her gray-blue eyes with full intensity, and Arwen felt her vision blurred as the tears came again.

"Do you love Aragorn?" She looked away from him, unwilling to gaze into his beautiful dark blue eyes.

"I--... I----..."

"Arwen?" He urged her gently. She snapped her gaze to him.

"Yes I do." She answered boldly.

"I love him very much," she declared, however tears were now flowing freely from her eyes.

"But yet..you want me?" Legolas questioned, his eyes turned and lingered at the majestic form of Shadow Fax, refusing to look at her, as his face drew of hurt and dejection.

Arwen looked at him, her face full of shame and disgust for herself.

"Y-yes..s.."

"I see..."


Arwen was now madly trying to stop the tears that were falling endlessly from her reddened eyes.


"Well," he cleared his throat, his eyes dulling from either sadness, anger, or jealousy.


"What are you doing here?"


Arwen swallowed the pressure building up in her throat.


"I am here to talk to you. To do what I should have done the night before."

His darkened eyes flickered at her in a bitter manner, and his next words dripped with a sharp sarcasm. "You once said..that you wanted me as your lover.Are you sure you are here to talk to me...? or to undress me?"

--- to be continued

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Wow. I have updated yet again. I defeated that nasty, nasty writer's block, and here I come delivering another chapter that is over 2,200 words, and that does not include the author notes, introduction, shit like that. Woah, I surprise myself sometimes. Thank you for all the wonderful reviews! Wow, you all make me feel so special! No, I am not going to stop this fanfic, not for a long run anyway, I love writing this, I don't know, I feel like this is something different, and I get lots of ideas, I don't know why. haha I'm very evil. Although I am thinking of discontinuing my other fanfic, Solitude, I got tired of it, Heh.. maybe I will come back writing it again, hmm.. Maybe

woo-hoo! I've watched 2 towers again! Legolas is one sexy hottie. Yeah y'all need to agree with me!

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