Title: Diplomacy Part 30
Author: Arisma
Rating: R (for some naughty, naughty bits... and some foul language.)
Disclaimer: Legolas, Mirkwood, Thranduil... all of that is Tolkiens. I'm just taking them out to play with, cause they're shiny. I will put them back in the box, in the proper order, when I'm done. I also promise to wipe the drool off of Legolas and any excess that might have gotten on any of the other characters by proxy.
The basic concept of bladesingers and the title querimhinue is the property of WoTC, and I'm merely borrowing those too.
I do claim The Quel, both Nessar and A'Har as my own. Rhyalla, Kallo, Kailin, all mine. The waste, Tir Roac and all future 'non-canon' locations are the product of my mind as well. When I'm done with them I'll put them back in my own teeny box of creations, next to the cedar wood butterfly and the sculpy clay horns. (Don't ask.) If for some strange reason you'd like to borrow them or the settings, feel free to contact me and we'll work out details.
Feedback / Contact: Arisma_@hotmail.com
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The shifting of the bed woke him, and he blinked in the bright light seeping through the thin tent. He groaned softly as he pressed his fingertips to his eyes, blocking the glare. He felt the bed shift again and a soft arm encircled his waist, the fingers lightly caressing the peaks and valleys of his abdominal muscles.
"Morning, love." he whispered and she chuckled.
"Morning. I thought you'd never wake. Was your training so hard?" she queried, placing a kiss on his cheek.
"Not hard, just long. Are you due for duties today?" he queried, again opening his eyes, more prepared for the intensity of the light.
"Mmm, no. Not today." she answered, her fingers still caressing his skin.
"Did it go well?"
"I didn't know much and I fear I'm not the best of students, but they didn't complain and I think I may have even made a friend." she answered, smiling at him.
"A friend? really? The brunette you were smirking with as you left?" he asked, shifting closer to her, pillowing her head on his arm.
"I wasn't smirking, we were just talking. But yes, she is the one. Her name is Saida and she is the unfortunate saddled with my education." she shook her head and sighed. "They are all so sure of themselves, they know exactly what they're doing. I feel so stupid next to them."
With his free hand he cradled her chin, looking deeply in her eyes. "Don't be foolish, love. They've had centuries of practice which you've been denied. They're no smarter then you just more well versed. Given time you will perform as well if not better than they." he said, kissing her to seal the words.
"Because you said so?" she queried, smiling.
"No, because you're capable of anything if you set your mind to it." he replied with a grin.
"And why do you think that?" she asked.
"Because you managed to leave this bed yesterday despite my best efforts. That alone shows you to have an iron will." he answered, his eyes sparkling.
She shook her head, taking his hands in her own. "That wasn't a display of will, just stupidity. Should have never done it." she stated, kissing his chin, along the column of his throat.
He sucked in a breath, his body responding instantly to her touch. "And what are you doing now?" he asked huskily.
"Rectifying my mistake." she stated, her eyes bright, pressing his hands to the mattress with one of her own and moving to straddle his hips. He watched her silently as she sat straight, looking at his face as though for the first time. Slowly she extended her free hand, her fingertips tracing his forehead, his cheek bones, brushing over his eyes which he closed as she touched them, her fingers teasing the thick lashes.
He opened his eyes as her fingers moved on, tracing his jaw line, his lips. He moved his head swiftly, pulling her finger into his mouth, laving it with his tongue. He locked his eyes with hers but saw as she pulled her lower lip into her mouth, worrying it with her teeth as he continued to tease her digit with his tongue. Her eyes sparkled in the sunlight streaming around her and her grip tightened on his wrists. With careful deliberateness he opened his mouth, freeing her finger, his eyes never leaving hers for a moment.
With a final squeeze she released his wrists, her eyes bright, and trailed both her hands along his chest, tracing the contours of his muscles, feeling along his shoulders and arms, lacing her fingers with his. She held his hands tightly for a moment and then released them, gripping the hem of her gown and lifting it over her head, tossing it indifferently into the corner.
The sun streamed around her, glinting off the dark hair framing the pale face and the eyes too seemingly bright to be real. Unable or unwilling to stop himself he gazed upon the flesh she'd revealed to him and felt his breath catch. Her skin was near flawless, creamy and smooth, the light caressing it with an artists perfection, illuminating her collarbones and leaving crescent circles of shadow beneath her breasts.
Without thought he raised his hand and traced the outline of a breast, feeling her tremble as he touched her. Emboldened he raised the other and cupped one in each hand, trailing his thumbs across the darkened centers. With a low moan she leaned forward, pressing herself into his hands, her eyes slipping closed.
"Open your eyes..." he whispered and she did, the deep blue of her eyes awash with passion. His muscles bunched as he lifted his head form the bed, replacing his thumb with his mouth, gratified as she cradled his head and pressed it against her. After a moment she sought to separate him from her breast, but he wanted more and so refused, tasting, nipping, each bite followed by a long slow suck, until she whimpered.
With an impish grin he released her nipple and raised his pale eyes to hers. "Are you okay?" he asked, his voice low.
"Mmm hmm." she replied, "Want you."
"You want me?" he asked, his voice trembling. She nodded and he smiled, a tender smile full of longing. "Then take me."
She made a strange low sound, half whimper half growl and worked her fingers beneath his sleepwear, pulling the loose pants off him in one smooth motion. He watched her watching him and smiled, thinking of the privilege of waking with her everyday, feeling his love grow along with his desire. She settled again over his hips and he groaned, knowing just how close he rested to where he desired to be. She leaned forward, her eyes locked to his, claiming his lips in a slow, sensuous kiss, promising passion unhindered with every touch of her tongue to his.
He groaned again as they kissed, arching his hips up beneath her, pressing himself against her as though to remind her of his need. She shuddered lightly but made no move to join them together, her lips maintaining their slow maddening assault on his senses. His hands trailed anew over her shoulders, brushing her back beneath the heavy fall of her hair, down the curve of her spine, resting shakily on her hips.
He felt a heat well within him, his body aching with want. Without thought he pressed her hips downwards, the friction where their flesh touched causing both to gasp. His heart beat wildly within him, his entire form shaking with unfulfilled desire. Finally unable to stand another moment he twisted his body, switching their positions easily so that she lay stretched beneath him.
Her legs still rested on his hips and he groaned as he moved to enter her, his breath catching at the intensity of the sensation. He raised his eyes from the place they were joined and met hers, shining with passion and love and with a low moan he began to move. He felt her hands slide along his sides, every touch enflaming him further, her hands finally settling in the small of his back, resting atop the powerful muscles that moved his body within her.
With slow deliberateness he moved, each motion of his body sending waves of pleasure through him. HE felt his release rushing towards him and bit his lip, squeezing his eyes closed in an attempt to ward it off. Rhya shifted beneath him, granting him better access, giving herself to him fully. For a moment the sensation overwhelmed him and he stopped moving, his entire body shuddering, his mind awash with the knowledge of her total relinquishment of her body to him.
He felt sweat bead on his brow as he fought for control, desperately searching for a way to delay his release. Without warning she lifted her hips and he instinctively began to move again, groaning loudly, biting his lip hard enough to draw blood.
"Let go, love, I am with you." she whispered, her voice trembling. He claimed her lips in a passionate kiss, somehow maintaining control until he felt her shudder beneath him and then he was moaning into her mouth, incoherent with the strength of his release. Slowly, after an eternity he became aware of sounds other then the beating of his heart and he opened his eyes. Clear blue met his gaze, her eyes speaking of deep contentment and warmth. "I love you." she whispered, kissing him softly.
"And I you." he replied, moving backwards slightly before collapsing to the bed beside her. After a few minutes he forced himself to stand and began pulling clothes form his wardrobe.
"Where are you going?" she asked softly, watching him from beneath lowered lids.
"I have to train today, love. Kailin will be here any moment." he replied, tying his breeches.
"Are you to train everyday, then?" she queried.
"Only until I earn my sword, then I'll only go two or three times a week."
"Earn a sword? What does that mean?" Her eyes spoke of her confusion.
"I have to prove myself to the Kirrar before I'm given a sword. Until then I am not officially recognized as a warrior." he replied, pulling a light shirt of pale grey silk over hid head.
"But, you are a captain, a leader. Why should you prove yourself? I have seen you fight, and there can be none to doubt your prowess." she said, her voice rising in outrage.
"I was a captain, Rhya. In Mirkwood I was a captain. Here I am just Legolas and I have to prove that I am more." he said, sighing as he looped a belt around his waist.
"You could never *just* be anything. If you have to prove yourself to them then get on with it. Dazzle them, prove to them you are as incredible as I know you to be." Her voice was soft and he felt his heart swell with the words.
He leaned across the bed and kissed her deeply, tracing her cheek with the back of his fingers. "Thank you, Rhya." he said softly, pressing a kiss to her forehead.
"No thanks needed for the truth, love." She smiled softly, watching as he finished dressing.
A shrill yip sounded form the outer room and they heard Kailin mutter an astonished oath. "Come on Leaf!' he called, "I think this things going to bite me!"
They shared a warm smile and then his brow furrowed. "Will you be lonely?" he asked softly.
She shook her head no, stretching lightly. "Saida wants me to visit her, she has big plans for our bonding."
"I'll see you tonight then?" he asked and she chuckled.
"Most definitely."
With a last kiss and a soft smile he turned and exited the room, careful not to reveal the bedchamber to the frowning elf in the main room. He followed his friends dark gaze until he met the glaring golden eyes of the cathymin, sitting with its hackles raised, glaring at the newcomer.
"Ready?" Legolas asked, chuckling at the apparent animosity between the two.
"More than." replied Kailin, turning and exiting. "And I still say it stinks." he stated as they walked together towards the training area.
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A/N-
Kai28- Good eye! The use of Tir Roac is my own attempt at paying homage to one of the best series that I, but very few others, have read. The place is entirely different, and I honestly never expected anyone else that had read the "Citadels" to stumble on this. So yes, the name is nabbed from there, but the place is all my own.
And for all of you that have no idea what we're talking about, check out the Seven Citadels by Geraldine Harris. There's four books in the series. Prince of the Godborn, Children of the Wind, The Dead Kingdom (this is her Tir Roac, btw), and The Seventh Gate. If you can get your hands on them, and its not easy, read them. It's well worth your time. Again, GOOD EYE!
RavenHart / Nea- Glad the link worked for you. Thanks for following it. :) As for Kailin, he's one of my favorite parts of this story. He's the one who always points out the pink elephants in the room that everyone else just tries to ignore. And, I love his humor. Sometimes he's the only one in the whole damn story that has one. Thanks for noticing!
Kate, Tamara & Semicina- Thanks for taking the time to review, its much appreciated.
Kris- I can't thank you enough for all the hard work you do keeping this story coherent. You truly are the Wonder Beta (tm). This chapter is dedicated to you, for all you have done and will do to make this story what it is. Rock on, sister friend!
~Arisma~
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