Chapter 14: Deliverance
U ALL ROCK! Oh, wait, before I lose my train of thought in my imagination, Kit doesn't turn into the horsie thingy, but she does turn into a silver wolf, in honor of Connor Wolf, who is my bestest friend in real life. K? K.
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Boromir strode forward up the grassy hill, his annoyance directed solely at Legolas. The Elf had heard their cries last night and had confronted him that very morning in anger. Boromir was consumed by his near hatred at his soon-to-be-brother-in-law that he nearly collided with Kit, who was standing on the crest of the hill, staring out, unblinking, at the waning moon. He stood back in amazement, marveling at the sheer presence of her. She was now dressed in black, the folds of her velvet dress riding back on the swift wind, her hair whipping out in wild directions.
It was said that Elves were ethereal, airy, but it was not so with the eldest princess of Mirkwood. He could just imagine the breeze itself giving birth to her, mixing the North, the South, the East, and the West, entwining with each other to form her, quick and skillful.
He gathered her into his arms from behind, allowing the wind to engulf him as well as he brushed his lips across the tip of her pointed ear. She still smelt of him and a sort of guilty wave washed over him; he had defiled her and her virgin body. Kit, instead of shoving him away as he had expected her to do, wrapped her arms around his own, rocking them to and fro.
"Kit," Boromir began, but she interrupted. "Shhh," she murmured. "Listen to the wind. He is speaking to us." Her lover strained to hear what she did, but it was no use. He could only hear faint whispers playing in his ears in an ancient language that he did not know.
"He is bidding us good fortune," she whispered before taking his hand in hers. In a silence, she led him to a stone bench along the path to the lake. She rested her head against his chest, finally submitting to her sex. Bringing her lips to meet his own, she shifted herself closer until every part of their bodies touched.
"Boromir," she said, letting out a nervous breath. "I went to see my Uncle this morning, for I wasn't feeling well…I hold a child…your child…"