Hello popits! ;) Well, I am having trouble uploading stuff 2 aff.net.if
any1 has done it b4 plz help me!!! ;) So you like? I'm soo physiced to
write this next part!! ( Here's what I have for now.idk when I'll update
again, as you all know ;)
Orli: and she means REALLY! She's been talking bout it in her sleep all the bloody time! Me: Orli! *elbows* your just jealous! Orli? Jealous? Of what? And whom, and why?
Me: *evil grin* You just wish it were you I was dreaming about instead of a character who much to my disappointment has yet to appear in any true physical form in my life. Orli: *blinks speechless* Aaa...Ummm..aaaa.yea... Me: ANYWAYS! Here's some more! ;)
Sorry it wasn't up sooner, my personal life has been horrible, and made me terribly depressed, and once I got a handle on that I had my heart broken, I'm not sure if it helps or makes it worse with writing this.?
Quick review: She seeked comfort, and warmth. None of which she could find. She went to a large oak that lay by a fall, and lay upon the roots and cried. She talked out loud, as to see a plan, any of how to deal with the occurrences. She had not heard the foot steps behind her as she paced slowly.
"What to do of a well meaning brother, who used me, and," a sound of realization was heard in her voice. The full meaning of what she had heard sunk in.
"He, he.he.he used him too. " Tears started to form in her eyes.
"He must think I have no feelings for him. I said nothing. I RAN! I RAN AWAY FROM HIM! He must think me foolish; not that I would blame him."
"Let him decide for himself." A voice said from behind, she looked behind the tree and her eyes froze on the figure. --------------------------------------------------------------------------- ------------
Elizal's head turned to be met with two deep blue pools that looked upon her. He was kneeling beside her; he sat and wiped away the tears that had fallen. She closed her eyes and he took her face in his hand, she let out a soft moan of the feeling of him near her.
"Legol-" She tried to speak but he hushed her with his thumb tracing her bottom lip. He felt her shake from his touch, and smiled.
"Legolas, will you forgive me?" She asked as he pushed the wisps of hair behind her ears and slowly traced the outline from bottom to top with his finger. Making her shiver, and melt. She felt herself being ignited inside.
"Melmilin, there is nothing you have done to be forgiven. It is I who ask for yours, I understand if you do not."
"If I do not? How could I not?" She took his hand from her ear and used it to pull him closer to her and trap his lips with hers. Legolas was caught off guard by this, but soon after the after shock subsided, indulged. He traced her lips with his tongue, and slowly opened them. Their tongues danced, sparks flew. Elizal felt as if she could no longer breathe, it was intoxicating. She felt so much in that one gesture.
Legolas tasted her lips and her mouth, he wrapped one hand around her waist, and the other was at her neck slowly tracing her spine with his fingertips. He felt her shiver at this and moved her closer as she grabbed hold of waist and tangled her other hand in his hair. They slowly parted, Elizal's eyes still closed, Legolas made a path from her lips to her neck, slowly kissing, licking, and tasting on her soft skin. He nibbled on her ear, she intoxicated him, the sound of her voice, the smell of her hair, the way she smiled, the way she bit her bottom lip when she was embarrassed. This was more than he could take. He heard a soft and muffled moan come from her lips and smiled. He made his way to her lips again, and one hand reached the back of her dress and played with the lacings. He felt her squirm, and took his hands in hers, his eyes followed.
"Not here," kissing his hands. "not yet." She was shaking. Legolas looked at her, and mentally kicked himself. A bomb had been dropped upon her, no more than fifteen minutes ago; he could feel how torn she was inside.
"I'm sorry" He whispered in her ear. This was not helping the chills going up and down her spine.
"I should have rel-" She placed her hand over his lips, smile and shook her head. Elizal just placed a long passionate kiss on his lips, and lay down in his arms. They talked for a while and watched the sun go down. No one interrupted them. Her party continued long into the night, but she never reappeared. Legolas wrapped his arms tightly around her as he felt her breathing. There was a long silence. Elizal listened to the steady sound of his heart. His smell, his warm embrace, and the calming rhythm of his heart lulled her to sleep. And there she stayed. The sun had gone down and the two sat and enjoyed the others company. Legolas kissed Elizal's cheek and she nuzzled herself into his chest. He grinned, and played with her hair as she slept in his arms. Soon it got colder; Elizal woke from the chill in the cool night air. She looked up and saw his eyes still on her. She grinned to herself.
"What are you looking at my prince?" She asked steadily leaning on her arms to be face to face with him.
"Shhhh, go back to sleep." He whispered in her ear as he picked her up and carried her inside.
"I can't, you are distracting me." She said with a cheeky grin. Legolas turned to her and felt himself starting to loose his cool.
'Legolas pull yourself together! One small little, sexy irresistible, coy beau-STOP!'
He didn't realize he said the last part out loud. Elizal's eyes lost their twinkle and were overwhelmed with worry and fear.
"Stop what? What's wrong?" She asked as they reached her room door. She placed his hair behind his ears and looked deep into his eyes. He opened her door, and placed her on her bed.
"Shhhh... you need rest." He said kissing her forehead and turning to leave.
"LEGOLAS GREENLEAF!" She practically yelled. He turned and saw her still lying down, except her torso was propped up by her elbows.
"Get your adorable little." "Little what?" He said with a smirk sitting next to her. "If you had let me finish you would have known by now wouldn't you?" Elizal replied obviously very proud of her comeback. "And so." "That is for me to know, and you to.well, not know!" Legolas laughed she was smiling sneakily at her. "I do not think that wise, my lady." "And why not kind prince?" She asked in the most innocent way she could without laughing.
"That's for me to know," he leaned into her and whispered something. "and you to find out." He grabbed her by the waist and started to tickle her. She tried to squirm away but she couldn't escape his grip, part of her didn't want to. She giggled like a little elf that was opening her first presents. Legolas laughed as well, he couldn't help himself. When ever she was near him, he felt something he felt with no one else, free. Free form a title, restrictions, rules, authority and reality. As far as he was concerned she was his reality. They settled down, and Elizal fell asleep in his arms.
Orli: and she means REALLY! She's been talking bout it in her sleep all the bloody time! Me: Orli! *elbows* your just jealous! Orli? Jealous? Of what? And whom, and why?
Me: *evil grin* You just wish it were you I was dreaming about instead of a character who much to my disappointment has yet to appear in any true physical form in my life. Orli: *blinks speechless* Aaa...Ummm..aaaa.yea... Me: ANYWAYS! Here's some more! ;)
Sorry it wasn't up sooner, my personal life has been horrible, and made me terribly depressed, and once I got a handle on that I had my heart broken, I'm not sure if it helps or makes it worse with writing this.?
Quick review: She seeked comfort, and warmth. None of which she could find. She went to a large oak that lay by a fall, and lay upon the roots and cried. She talked out loud, as to see a plan, any of how to deal with the occurrences. She had not heard the foot steps behind her as she paced slowly.
"What to do of a well meaning brother, who used me, and," a sound of realization was heard in her voice. The full meaning of what she had heard sunk in.
"He, he.he.he used him too. " Tears started to form in her eyes.
"He must think I have no feelings for him. I said nothing. I RAN! I RAN AWAY FROM HIM! He must think me foolish; not that I would blame him."
"Let him decide for himself." A voice said from behind, she looked behind the tree and her eyes froze on the figure. --------------------------------------------------------------------------- ------------
Elizal's head turned to be met with two deep blue pools that looked upon her. He was kneeling beside her; he sat and wiped away the tears that had fallen. She closed her eyes and he took her face in his hand, she let out a soft moan of the feeling of him near her.
"Legol-" She tried to speak but he hushed her with his thumb tracing her bottom lip. He felt her shake from his touch, and smiled.
"Legolas, will you forgive me?" She asked as he pushed the wisps of hair behind her ears and slowly traced the outline from bottom to top with his finger. Making her shiver, and melt. She felt herself being ignited inside.
"Melmilin, there is nothing you have done to be forgiven. It is I who ask for yours, I understand if you do not."
"If I do not? How could I not?" She took his hand from her ear and used it to pull him closer to her and trap his lips with hers. Legolas was caught off guard by this, but soon after the after shock subsided, indulged. He traced her lips with his tongue, and slowly opened them. Their tongues danced, sparks flew. Elizal felt as if she could no longer breathe, it was intoxicating. She felt so much in that one gesture.
Legolas tasted her lips and her mouth, he wrapped one hand around her waist, and the other was at her neck slowly tracing her spine with his fingertips. He felt her shiver at this and moved her closer as she grabbed hold of waist and tangled her other hand in his hair. They slowly parted, Elizal's eyes still closed, Legolas made a path from her lips to her neck, slowly kissing, licking, and tasting on her soft skin. He nibbled on her ear, she intoxicated him, the sound of her voice, the smell of her hair, the way she smiled, the way she bit her bottom lip when she was embarrassed. This was more than he could take. He heard a soft and muffled moan come from her lips and smiled. He made his way to her lips again, and one hand reached the back of her dress and played with the lacings. He felt her squirm, and took his hands in hers, his eyes followed.
"Not here," kissing his hands. "not yet." She was shaking. Legolas looked at her, and mentally kicked himself. A bomb had been dropped upon her, no more than fifteen minutes ago; he could feel how torn she was inside.
"I'm sorry" He whispered in her ear. This was not helping the chills going up and down her spine.
"I should have rel-" She placed her hand over his lips, smile and shook her head. Elizal just placed a long passionate kiss on his lips, and lay down in his arms. They talked for a while and watched the sun go down. No one interrupted them. Her party continued long into the night, but she never reappeared. Legolas wrapped his arms tightly around her as he felt her breathing. There was a long silence. Elizal listened to the steady sound of his heart. His smell, his warm embrace, and the calming rhythm of his heart lulled her to sleep. And there she stayed. The sun had gone down and the two sat and enjoyed the others company. Legolas kissed Elizal's cheek and she nuzzled herself into his chest. He grinned, and played with her hair as she slept in his arms. Soon it got colder; Elizal woke from the chill in the cool night air. She looked up and saw his eyes still on her. She grinned to herself.
"What are you looking at my prince?" She asked steadily leaning on her arms to be face to face with him.
"Shhhh, go back to sleep." He whispered in her ear as he picked her up and carried her inside.
"I can't, you are distracting me." She said with a cheeky grin. Legolas turned to her and felt himself starting to loose his cool.
'Legolas pull yourself together! One small little, sexy irresistible, coy beau-STOP!'
He didn't realize he said the last part out loud. Elizal's eyes lost their twinkle and were overwhelmed with worry and fear.
"Stop what? What's wrong?" She asked as they reached her room door. She placed his hair behind his ears and looked deep into his eyes. He opened her door, and placed her on her bed.
"Shhhh... you need rest." He said kissing her forehead and turning to leave.
"LEGOLAS GREENLEAF!" She practically yelled. He turned and saw her still lying down, except her torso was propped up by her elbows.
"Get your adorable little." "Little what?" He said with a smirk sitting next to her. "If you had let me finish you would have known by now wouldn't you?" Elizal replied obviously very proud of her comeback. "And so." "That is for me to know, and you to.well, not know!" Legolas laughed she was smiling sneakily at her. "I do not think that wise, my lady." "And why not kind prince?" She asked in the most innocent way she could without laughing.
"That's for me to know," he leaned into her and whispered something. "and you to find out." He grabbed her by the waist and started to tickle her. She tried to squirm away but she couldn't escape his grip, part of her didn't want to. She giggled like a little elf that was opening her first presents. Legolas laughed as well, he couldn't help himself. When ever she was near him, he felt something he felt with no one else, free. Free form a title, restrictions, rules, authority and reality. As far as he was concerned she was his reality. They settled down, and Elizal fell asleep in his arms.