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A/N: Okay peps, some nudity follows so either do not read if that is not your thing or shut your eyes. Oh, for warning, I blame all Gutter Elves (The yahoo group) People for what comes when Haldir arrives in later chaps. As you have probable realised this is AU. In addition, one quick thanks to Erestor & Nurnoleiel my beloved and so far single reviewers. You guys rock my world. You may get a guest appearance if you like.
Soon the party passed into the great walls of Helmsdeep and Legolas shuddered at feeling the stones and treeless area close in on him. The horses came to a stop and He felt Carlita jolt slightly knowing she was awake. He saw Gimli looked back at him then wave his hands in front of his eyes. Carlita must be hiding herself again. He felt admiration mix was worry, she suffered in complete silence. His jaw was once again clenched as he gracefully dismounted with her still in his arms. He ignored the words that passed between the King and his niece and pushed through many people who did not even seem to glance at him. Finally, well within the secondary defences, Legolas found some stark hallways and found a room that lead of one that was sparsely furnished. Apart from the single chair that graced the room, there was an old looking bed. The room was empty of people and that was what made the Prince choose it. With one arm still beneath her knees and directed her arms to wrap around his next so she helped support herself and with his arm that was now free from her back grabbed the chair and jammed it at an angle under the door handle. Then he moved to the bed and pulled back the coarse blanket on the bed, beginning to lay her down gently. She grasped with pain and rolled to be slightly on one side but enough over so he could still reach her chest.
"Carlita, we're alone. You can relax." She nodded weakly and he let one hand wonder to tuck one piece of pale hair behind her ear carefully missing the point. She tried to sit up slightly but let out a small sound of pain, gently Legolas laid her back down. "Just trust me." Her green eyes opened to meet his shining brightly in her pale face, like to emeralds set in ivory. Again, she nodded. Drawing a sharp blade from her sheath that had been dropped to the floor, he lifted the collar of her shirt and carefully sliced down the middle and spread it away from her chest. It was easy to ignore she was nearly naked. At least he told himself that as a great bruise was revealed. It started on her sternum and spread outwards, like the petals of a strange coloured rose, to the edge of her breasts. Looking behind her slightly he saw that blood stained the sheets and gently he turned her right over from her side to her stomach. A broken arrow protruded from her back but it seemed to have missed the vitals and the bleeding had become sluggish. Nevertheless, how had she been shot in the back? His eyebrows drew together in a worried frown. Breaking into his worried thoughts he heard a whimper as he probed the area. Her voice, muffled against the sheet still sounded exhausted.
"It would seem men are very bad Archers." Legolas' face lost its worry and filled with rage.
"This was an arrow of Rohan?" She grunted as with his anger his hands became rough.
"It was an accident Legolas. They do not have the elfish abilities. Just be glad it was me rather then Aragorn. Then he would truly be dead. A little fall into a river will not kill Estel. An arrow will." Legolas' fair face lost none of it's anger as he stared down at the thing that invaded her body as if by anger alone he could set it on fire and turn it to ash. Despite the fire in his eyes, his hands gentled.
"Better neither of you. Talk to me for a moment. I need time until I pull the arrow." He truly did. His hands were shaking slightly as he regarded them as if he had never seen them before. The simple fact she was wounded, hurt, did this to him. It was a new to him this sensation. The elf was not sure if he liked it or not.
"There's not much to speak about Legolas, but I will try. I have been Following the Fellowship since Rivendell. When it broke, my sister went with Frodo and Sam. You know all this, as well as that; my brother now travels the forests with the other hobbits. I spoke with Him about..ARHHHHHH!!!!!!!" Her cry of pain made him flinch but at least he had the arrow from her back, stemming the flow of blood with a cloth he found waiting outside the door while she was talking. Bless the dwarf's heart.
"I'm sorry. I didn't want to hurt you but it had to come out." She nodded weakly as he dressed it then rolled her over. Where her shirt had been split it now flowed away from her body leaving her half naked to his eyes. Only the bruising distracted him from the sight of her true beauty. He took some more of the cloth and the cold water, which had arrived with them and dipped them into the water. He knelt back at her side. "I'm going to try to slow down the bruising and swelling." Again she only nodded and he saw a single silver tear trickle down the side of her face as the green eyes closed. He had seen larger elves; of warrior training feint from and arrow pulling but she allowed this single tear. He wondered what other pain she had faced to make her strong enough to bear this one. Gently he laid the cold cloth in the valley between her breasts and she took a deep, shuddering, breath. His eyes, without his permission, were drawn to her unclothed body. The cold of the water had made the tips draw up tight and shuddering he wished his mouth could travel where his mind did. It would at least make her forget her pain for a while. His eyes slowly travelled up to her soft mouth and he did not bother to hide the shiver that trailed down his spine at the thought of claiming them as his own. Slowly they lifted further, meeting her now open eyes, green and blue caught and held. In her eyes he saw the same wish, same desire, to claim the one they gazed at. "I'm sorry." His whisper was clear but what he was apologising for even he was not sure. Mayhap for her wounding, for her family having to leave their home to help them, or just because of the desire in himself that he could not control. A gentle smile, so different from the expression of pain, graced her lips.
"You've nothing to be sorry for." He hand not holding the cool cloth to her skin, laid gently against her cheek, stroking delicately, savouring the softness it found there.
"Your wrong. If I had stayed with you or had us both up on one horse.." One slim finger lifted to rest against his mouth to stop his words and he kissed it gently feeling the calluses of an archer, like his own. Tenderly he moved his lips over the finger watching the fire of desire spark in the green depths of her eyes, but she spoke all the same.
"Then either Aragorn would have an arrow in his back or one of us anyway. I would rather it be I here and not you two. You are both looked to as leaders here. I am not even seen. Besides, Aragorn may be stronger then most men but never as strong as an elf, nor heal as quickly. This arrow may have killed him." Legolas nodded slowly and watched her eyes as her finger slipped across his lips in a caress that branded him, before dropping away.
"This fire we have kindled between us Carlita, it.it will not fade." She nodded slowly.
"I know Legolas, I to feel it and burn with it as well. Perhaps the reason I never found one to suit was because the one was not where I was." Her words warmed his heart and Legolas felt helpless, indeed not even willing, to fight it. Slowly so she could pull away if she wished, he lowered his lips to hers. His eyes flared wide as both their cool mouths touched and the banked green embers in her eyes became a raging flame. His hand at her cheek moved up and one finger traced the pointed edge of her ear. For elves, this was an extremely sensitive place that only lovers touched. As expected, she gasped and Legolas used the opening of her mouth to slide his tongue into the warm recesses. He tasted her and found he could not get enough, she was the taste of honey, flowers, the forest all in one. Sweetness, beauty and life. Her gasp turned quickly to a moan and it hummed through the Prince making his body throb. She tilted her back at a better angle to deepen the kiss of her own accord. Her tongue came forward and touched to his. Finally even their elvan lungs demanded air and they both drew back panting.
"Beautiful." Legolas's murmur broke the silence in the room and made him realise he was still holding the cloth to her chest that had now become warm. Taking it, he wrung it out then dipped it into the cold water to apply it again. Both the elf ears picked up a commotion outside of the haven of their room and Carlita smiled as Legolas's eyes lit with joy hearing two words. Legolas repeated in Elfish. "Estel quin."* Carlita nodded.
"Kel, Legolas, Teli ad neavorn."# He nodded and smiled slightly.
"You won't be going anywhere, anytime soon. He left the room shutting the door firmly behind him hoping she replaced the chair. Quickly her strode out to meet Aragorn. "You look terrible."
A/N Sorry about the elfish people but I got a book on it so..had to use it. Please do not hurt me if it is not correct. *Estel.. Elfish name for Aragorn meaning hope. Quin-lives. # Kel, Legolas, Teli ad neavorn= (first literal translation) Go away Legolas, to come back fast, (meaning) Go Legolas, Come back soon.
A/N: Okay peps, some nudity follows so either do not read if that is not your thing or shut your eyes. Oh, for warning, I blame all Gutter Elves (The yahoo group) People for what comes when Haldir arrives in later chaps. As you have probable realised this is AU. In addition, one quick thanks to Erestor & Nurnoleiel my beloved and so far single reviewers. You guys rock my world. You may get a guest appearance if you like.
Soon the party passed into the great walls of Helmsdeep and Legolas shuddered at feeling the stones and treeless area close in on him. The horses came to a stop and He felt Carlita jolt slightly knowing she was awake. He saw Gimli looked back at him then wave his hands in front of his eyes. Carlita must be hiding herself again. He felt admiration mix was worry, she suffered in complete silence. His jaw was once again clenched as he gracefully dismounted with her still in his arms. He ignored the words that passed between the King and his niece and pushed through many people who did not even seem to glance at him. Finally, well within the secondary defences, Legolas found some stark hallways and found a room that lead of one that was sparsely furnished. Apart from the single chair that graced the room, there was an old looking bed. The room was empty of people and that was what made the Prince choose it. With one arm still beneath her knees and directed her arms to wrap around his next so she helped support herself and with his arm that was now free from her back grabbed the chair and jammed it at an angle under the door handle. Then he moved to the bed and pulled back the coarse blanket on the bed, beginning to lay her down gently. She grasped with pain and rolled to be slightly on one side but enough over so he could still reach her chest.
"Carlita, we're alone. You can relax." She nodded weakly and he let one hand wonder to tuck one piece of pale hair behind her ear carefully missing the point. She tried to sit up slightly but let out a small sound of pain, gently Legolas laid her back down. "Just trust me." Her green eyes opened to meet his shining brightly in her pale face, like to emeralds set in ivory. Again, she nodded. Drawing a sharp blade from her sheath that had been dropped to the floor, he lifted the collar of her shirt and carefully sliced down the middle and spread it away from her chest. It was easy to ignore she was nearly naked. At least he told himself that as a great bruise was revealed. It started on her sternum and spread outwards, like the petals of a strange coloured rose, to the edge of her breasts. Looking behind her slightly he saw that blood stained the sheets and gently he turned her right over from her side to her stomach. A broken arrow protruded from her back but it seemed to have missed the vitals and the bleeding had become sluggish. Nevertheless, how had she been shot in the back? His eyebrows drew together in a worried frown. Breaking into his worried thoughts he heard a whimper as he probed the area. Her voice, muffled against the sheet still sounded exhausted.
"It would seem men are very bad Archers." Legolas' face lost its worry and filled with rage.
"This was an arrow of Rohan?" She grunted as with his anger his hands became rough.
"It was an accident Legolas. They do not have the elfish abilities. Just be glad it was me rather then Aragorn. Then he would truly be dead. A little fall into a river will not kill Estel. An arrow will." Legolas' fair face lost none of it's anger as he stared down at the thing that invaded her body as if by anger alone he could set it on fire and turn it to ash. Despite the fire in his eyes, his hands gentled.
"Better neither of you. Talk to me for a moment. I need time until I pull the arrow." He truly did. His hands were shaking slightly as he regarded them as if he had never seen them before. The simple fact she was wounded, hurt, did this to him. It was a new to him this sensation. The elf was not sure if he liked it or not.
"There's not much to speak about Legolas, but I will try. I have been Following the Fellowship since Rivendell. When it broke, my sister went with Frodo and Sam. You know all this, as well as that; my brother now travels the forests with the other hobbits. I spoke with Him about..ARHHHHHH!!!!!!!" Her cry of pain made him flinch but at least he had the arrow from her back, stemming the flow of blood with a cloth he found waiting outside the door while she was talking. Bless the dwarf's heart.
"I'm sorry. I didn't want to hurt you but it had to come out." She nodded weakly as he dressed it then rolled her over. Where her shirt had been split it now flowed away from her body leaving her half naked to his eyes. Only the bruising distracted him from the sight of her true beauty. He took some more of the cloth and the cold water, which had arrived with them and dipped them into the water. He knelt back at her side. "I'm going to try to slow down the bruising and swelling." Again she only nodded and he saw a single silver tear trickle down the side of her face as the green eyes closed. He had seen larger elves; of warrior training feint from and arrow pulling but she allowed this single tear. He wondered what other pain she had faced to make her strong enough to bear this one. Gently he laid the cold cloth in the valley between her breasts and she took a deep, shuddering, breath. His eyes, without his permission, were drawn to her unclothed body. The cold of the water had made the tips draw up tight and shuddering he wished his mouth could travel where his mind did. It would at least make her forget her pain for a while. His eyes slowly travelled up to her soft mouth and he did not bother to hide the shiver that trailed down his spine at the thought of claiming them as his own. Slowly they lifted further, meeting her now open eyes, green and blue caught and held. In her eyes he saw the same wish, same desire, to claim the one they gazed at. "I'm sorry." His whisper was clear but what he was apologising for even he was not sure. Mayhap for her wounding, for her family having to leave their home to help them, or just because of the desire in himself that he could not control. A gentle smile, so different from the expression of pain, graced her lips.
"You've nothing to be sorry for." He hand not holding the cool cloth to her skin, laid gently against her cheek, stroking delicately, savouring the softness it found there.
"Your wrong. If I had stayed with you or had us both up on one horse.." One slim finger lifted to rest against his mouth to stop his words and he kissed it gently feeling the calluses of an archer, like his own. Tenderly he moved his lips over the finger watching the fire of desire spark in the green depths of her eyes, but she spoke all the same.
"Then either Aragorn would have an arrow in his back or one of us anyway. I would rather it be I here and not you two. You are both looked to as leaders here. I am not even seen. Besides, Aragorn may be stronger then most men but never as strong as an elf, nor heal as quickly. This arrow may have killed him." Legolas nodded slowly and watched her eyes as her finger slipped across his lips in a caress that branded him, before dropping away.
"This fire we have kindled between us Carlita, it.it will not fade." She nodded slowly.
"I know Legolas, I to feel it and burn with it as well. Perhaps the reason I never found one to suit was because the one was not where I was." Her words warmed his heart and Legolas felt helpless, indeed not even willing, to fight it. Slowly so she could pull away if she wished, he lowered his lips to hers. His eyes flared wide as both their cool mouths touched and the banked green embers in her eyes became a raging flame. His hand at her cheek moved up and one finger traced the pointed edge of her ear. For elves, this was an extremely sensitive place that only lovers touched. As expected, she gasped and Legolas used the opening of her mouth to slide his tongue into the warm recesses. He tasted her and found he could not get enough, she was the taste of honey, flowers, the forest all in one. Sweetness, beauty and life. Her gasp turned quickly to a moan and it hummed through the Prince making his body throb. She tilted her back at a better angle to deepen the kiss of her own accord. Her tongue came forward and touched to his. Finally even their elvan lungs demanded air and they both drew back panting.
"Beautiful." Legolas's murmur broke the silence in the room and made him realise he was still holding the cloth to her chest that had now become warm. Taking it, he wrung it out then dipped it into the cold water to apply it again. Both the elf ears picked up a commotion outside of the haven of their room and Carlita smiled as Legolas's eyes lit with joy hearing two words. Legolas repeated in Elfish. "Estel quin."* Carlita nodded.
"Kel, Legolas, Teli ad neavorn."# He nodded and smiled slightly.
"You won't be going anywhere, anytime soon. He left the room shutting the door firmly behind him hoping she replaced the chair. Quickly her strode out to meet Aragorn. "You look terrible."
A/N Sorry about the elfish people but I got a book on it so..had to use it. Please do not hurt me if it is not correct. *Estel.. Elfish name for Aragorn meaning hope. Quin-lives. # Kel, Legolas, Teli ad neavorn= (first literal translation) Go away Legolas, to come back fast, (meaning) Go Legolas, Come back soon.