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 4 Fulfillment ( LEMON )

His darkened eyes flickered at her in a bitter manner. "You once said…that you wanted me as your lover…Are you sure you are here to talk to me...? or to undress me?"

Arwen took a step back, she had caught the sarcasm tone of his voice and the feeling of guilt overwhelmed her entire being, but Legolas advanced upon her like she was a helpless prey.

"N-n..o…to talk to you… d-definitely n-not undress you…" Arwen stammered.

"I didn't mean it like that, Legolas, please!" she pleaded, wanting him to understand her. He only growled, forgetting the act of compassion and tenderness he had showed her only a few moments ago.

"I am not to be played with Undomiel, remember that. Go to your husband-to-be you have no right to be here."

Arwen's lips thinned.

"Why does it look to me as if I was the one who had left you. No, you left me, Legolas, not I," She said in a hoarse whisper, she continued, forcing her voice to work, centuries of pain and suffering affecting the tone of her voice.

"You left me broken and beyond repair. I begged for you to stay with me, to love me, so I can love you. But you threw all that away… All you did was hurt me! And now… you have the audacity to give me such attitude and behavior. What is it to you Legolas…? What am I to you? You treated me like I'm one of those girls who would just spread their legs for you. I am not like that, you never treated me like a Lady, that you knew I was. What am I to you? You say you're not a toy to be played with, well, I also am not a toy to be played with! I threw myself onto you, in mad, insane hopes you would come back to me, because you said you loved me. What a fool I was…You said you loved me," by this time Arwen threw her head back and was laughing in spite of herself, mocking herself with her own bitter words.

"…but I was wrong, because you don't and never did love me Legolas, you never did…And many centuries would prove of that. You neglected me, and abused my love."

She stood firm under his gaze, unwavering, and her face showed of strong-will and determination.

It seemed like eternity that they were staring/glaring at one another, exchanging looks and thoughts, not knowing whether to be sad or angry. Legolas was silent, and didn't respond, his face showed of no emotion, however his dark eyes had lightened into something that showed compassion, or care even. Arwen's face hardened, and took a long spiteful look directed to Legolas.

"I am leaving, if you will excuse me…" She said, and ran off outside the stables.

And the lonesome Legolas punched the wooden wall in frustration, pouring two millennia's of guilt and unspoken apologies in one self-inflicting pain. He remembered it all, the strong love they once shared, and in spite of himself and his pride he cherished them all and kept it in his heart, hoping that someday, he would be brave enough to confront these feelings, so he can be happy once more. But it wasn't that easy, Arwen is in love now, and she hated him, there are no hopes for him now, he will live his immortal life alone and pining for someone he had preciously lost.

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Arwen laid herself in the soft cushion that was her bed, her soul tired and weary, she closed her eyelids, preparing herself for slumber. But a knock on her door interrupted her wish of a peaceful state of mind.

She stood up carelessly and opened the door, only to see the handsome face of Legolas peering down at her. She motioned to slam the door in front of his face, but he stopped her.

"Please let me in." He said hoarsely.

Arwen carefully took a step back, letting him in, in her room, a weird feeling of déjà vu filled her wearied mind.

"'Tis been long since I last stepped into your room," he finally spoke, shutting the door behind him, and locking it.

Arwen watched him with careful eyes, as he stood up in front of her.

"I don't want you." Arwen said, locking her eyes with him, not breaking contact.

"Oh Arwen, do not fool yourself," he mocked, challenging her decision of keeping herself away from him.

"I want to forget about you!" She cried.

"I don't want you! You cause me pain, and more pain," Arwen yelled, his nearness, the heat of him, the invigorating male scent of him, the strength of his strong will was sinking her into rupturing conflict.

"And you, also cause me pain," Legolas snarled in a low, menacing voice.

"I've tried to forget about you. But I simply cannot for there is no way. You're in my head, my heart, my soul… And you cannot deny, that we are bound for another. Your presence drives me to the brink of madness, and Valar help me you will be mine Arwen!"

Tossing care to the wind, he gathered her up in his strong arms and he deposited her coarsely on her bed, towering over her small frame with his tall body. Before she could struggle away, he covered her squirming body with his own, entrapping her with his strong legs, but before he did, Legolas made a growling sound at the back of his throat. He paused, one eyebrow raised cynically, but Arwen was too shattered to speak. She could feel the hardness of his body and it excited her unbearably. It has been too long, by that time she hungered to feel the electrifying pressure of his strong lips again and the hot certainty of his passion.

"Legolas!" Arwen half moaned half groaned, trying to struggle loose not liking her panicky excitement.

"That's having a striking effect on me, my Undomiel…" He paused.

"Oh, to hell with it!" he muttered, seizing her, and kissing her with all the repressed frustration inside of him. He thought he'd intended the kiss as a punishment, sheer and lucid, and as means of making her stop struggling. The kiss satisfied the last purpose admirably, but somewhere during the kiss he lost sight of the original purpose.

Arwen threw her arms around him, kissing him with an abandon that took his breath away. He tore away from their kiss to smile at her, but then his eyes darkened and sought her lips again. She returned his kiss hungrily, opening her mouth for him, putting her arms around his neck, her fingers moving through his silky platinum-blond hair, kneading and tugging at them.

She savored the smooth texture of his tongue when she permitted him access. In a commotion of chaotic excitement, his smooth, cool hands seemed to be everywhere, touching her silken back and fondling her breasts through her dress, growling about pesky clothes and how they didn't need them. He tore off his shirt and tossed it aside, and not waiting for a response from her, his skillful hands tore at the clasps of her gown. He took the two opened ends of her dress, and yanked them down over her shoulders, pulling her arms back and keeping them restrained in the sleeves.

She bit her lips in intense anticipation , and she felt her nipples harden into growing peaks as the air whisked on her exposed breasts, and Legolas dropped the burning heat of his gaze to the fullness of her breasts. He dragged her arms down. Arching her back he motioned forward, the hold on her arms eased for her tensed nipples to brush against the smoothness of his muscled chest. Arwen gasped at the electric current, he spun her upper body from side to side with a wanton, gradual, tempting sensual indulgence, forcing her forwards, making her breasts ache to be crushed into the moist heat of his flesh.

And in spite of the hateful way he was playing her, Arwen could not stop the beguiling rise of sensual excitement. She almost sighed with relief when Legolas wrenched the dress off her arms, ripping it, and caught her to him, crushing the breath out of her.

"You're ravishing, Evenstar," he breathed, his voice thickening. "Divine..."

"Touch me," she said urgently, containing a soft gasp that was threatening to come out at the back of her throat. "I want you to touch me."

"Uhh...It has been too long.." he uttered while kissing the sensitive part of her neck, "It is hard to suppress the urge, when I can't have you in my bed all the time." Arwen could not help the shudder of pleasure that swept through her, the uncontrolled need, the clawing anticipation of pressure that made her whole body ache for intimate contact; his weight and strength surrounding her, overwhelming her, controlling her. She slipped her hand from his head and slid it across his chest, stroking it lightly.

"Ahh…" responded Legolas, dropping his eyelids, allowing the overwhelming passion and letting her explore his body, he can feel her smile against his cheeks. He gasped when her hand kept going downwards, locating that part of his anatomy that was active and was growing harder by the minute. He grasped for her hand, thinking to whisk it away. Instead, he found himself settling his hand over hers and urging her to go closer.

His eyes flew open and rid of his boots in a quick dash, and went to undo his pants. He came back with his steely blue eyes going over her, making her blush, then his hands caressed her, raggedly setting her senses on fire, driving out all fear, until she moaned in longing for him, curving her hot, aching body towards him. His one hand crept over her back side, snaking its way to her buttocks. He grabbed her, pressing her lower body into his, making them both go into a sensual arousal that was brutally erotic.

The hard push of him towards her stomach stimulated Arwen beyond bearing, but he would not allow her any freedom of movement. She could feel his heart beating madly against her breasts and the heat of him drenched into her, dissolving any thoughts of trying to tear away.

Finally he let himself have the pleasure of stroking the tip of one of her breasts with his tongue, appreciating the sensuous response Arwen gave him.. Arwen could not stop shuddering as she fiercely held on to Legolas, moaning. She moved her hands ardently over his hair and down to his shoulders, making tiny sounds at the back of her throat that were swiftly driving him to the point of madness. He knelt over her once more and she instinctively shifted to accommodate him.

Arwen instantly saw the massive, vigorous power of his manhood and knew there was no turning back even before his hands grabbed her buttocks and lifted her.

"Ah, Arwen, I have missed you so," his voice croaked as he started to thrust inside of her, plunging hard into the warm haven of her body. Waves of pleasure-pain quavered through her, declining and rising to the calamitous tempo of flesh colliding into flesh.

Their lovemaking was savage and pained, lengthened to a point so wild and tender that Arwen sometimes found herself clinging desperately to conciousness, at other times painfully sensitive to each passion and wildly happy with the knowledge that she was driving Legolas into overflowing passion that was well beyond his own control. Arwen found herself enjoying the sheer force of this wild union, relinquishing herself to it with an untamed delight, aiding it by wrapping her silken legs around Legolas' lean hips, securing the pressure, urging him even more deeply inside her.

Her long fingernails embedded itself at the smoothness of Legolas' back, leaving bright red crescent-moon marks, and she threw her head back, sobbing and moaning from the pressure built into wild urgency. She teased him mercilessly by contracting her vaginal muscles. His breathing broke into ragged little gasps, as he moved his hips faster, ramming into her with such full force. Her excitement quickened with each stroke, driving her inevitably towards an eruption of intense passion.

And he plunged on, overflowing her from one orgasm to another. She panted from pleasure, feeling herself contract. Legolas felt himself reach his climax and he kept his fast pace, his breathing grew more ragged until he gave one final lunge that released him. He groaned as he felt himself drain inside of her. His head drooped to the pillow beside her, exhausted.

"Arwen… Are you all right?" Legolas asked anxiously.

"Yes," she answered back, her heart filling with happiness at the deep caring of his voice. He sighed and rolled on to his back, pulling her with him.

"Stay with me…Please." Legolas said, begging her with the intensity of his steel blue eyes.

Arwen stared at him, thinking of no second thoughts as she answered his plea. "Yes, I will stay with you."

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A/N

BAD LEGGY, BAD ARWEN. You are probably wondering why Aragorn wasn't included, well I'm lazy, and I wrote so much! Ugh. They weren't guilty? Eh, I don't know, maybe I'll make that scenario next chapter. Heh heh heh, I bet you've never seen / heard of horny elves before eh? Well I hope I painted a nice enough picture for you people. OOC? Too bad, you can't do anything about it, this is my fanfic! MINE! mwahahahahaaa.. is the lemon bad? I hope you guys like it, this took so much time and so much imagination. … TOO much imagination ^^;; REVIEW PLEASE.. I desperately need it. Next chapter will be…oh I don't know what will happen in the next chapter, it just comes to me when I write, but I do have this idea of making a flashback or some sort on Arwen's and Legolas' relationship back then, 2,000 years ago. What do you all think of that idea? Oh, if you find any mistakes, or whatever tell me. Did I go too fast? Comments, suggestions, criticism, yep they all go in the REVIEW section. All right till next time!