Title: Diplomacy Part 32
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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Rhya made her way back to the tent, gazing occasionally at the moon hanging large and low overhead. Around her, night birds sang and the air had already taken on a chill. A smile curved her lips as she listed all she had accomplished today. She thanked her lucky stars for Saida, she had had no inkling of just how much planning a bonding ceremony took. A realization hit her and she chuckled aloud. Her own bonding would be the first she ever attended.
When she entered the tent she saw a note on the table, crossing to it swiftly, reading it.
Rhya,
Legolas is out with the boys tonight.
He'll be back tomorrow afternoon.
Get some sleep. Enjoy the quiet-
Kailin
She reread the note twice and then settled on the low pillows, curling on her side, wondering just what mischief Legolas was up to now.
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The rocks loomed over him, dark against the glittering canopy of the sky. He remembered the look on Rolan's face before he'd left him, his last words. "Be careful out here. Evil lives in the rocks and you'll be alone once I go. Be wary."
His ears strained for every sound, each shifting of sand grating on his nerves. He'd been wandering for hours, someplace in this labyrinth was his goal, a tree. To become one of the A'Har he needed to find it, to bring a leaf from it to Rolan before nightfall tomorrow. A bird called from the shadows and he spun towards it, weapons ready.
His arms still ached but he would not sheathe the weapons. Something lurked among the rocks and he could feel its eyes upon him. With careful steps he made his way through the twisted tunnels of rock, each junction indistinguishable from the next. He let his instincts guide him, each turn at random. Without warning the rock fled and he stood before a tree, its lowest branches brushing the earth, its highest reaching far into the heavens.
Reverently he entered the clearing, the feeling of being watched leaving him entirely. His steps were slow and careful as he approached, feeling the earth shift from sand to soil with each step. He felt age in this place, age so great it caused him to feel young. He felt a swell of awe as his fingers brushed the bark, gnarly with age, stronger than steel. His heart tore at him, the tree's presence bringing back painful memories of Mirkwood, its ancient trees, so loved, fading from his memory by the day, replaced with red sand and dunes.
A tear slid silently down his cheek, followed by another. He rested his head against the trunk, silent sobs racking his body. Slowly he fell to his knees, releasing the weapons, forgotten in his grief. "Why have you forsaken me, father?" he murmured, the pain in his voice heartbreaking to any who heard it.
And someone did.
He never heard the figure approach, never had any inkling of his peril. When a hand gently caressed his hair he thought at first he was dreaming, so lost in his grief was he. But then a body pressed to his and he jerked, opening his eyes hastily, spinning to meet the intruder. He raised his hands but pain flared through him hot and sudden, the collar around his neck springing suddenly to life.
"Calm, Legolas, calm." He knew it was her before she spoke but the pain continued, gagging him with its intensity. He felt her hands on his throat, cooler than the night air, and her voice speaking spidery words. A dull snick and the metal fell away, taking with it the pain.
For a moment he merely breathed, whooping in breath to his aching lungs. And then he opened his eyes, seeing her kneeling before him, raising his eyes slowly from her hands resting on her knees to her flat stomach and ample breasts to the chestnut hair falling over her shoulders. Finally his eyes met hers, pale blue locking with dark brown.
They sat in silence a moment, the silver collar forgotten between them. And then the silence was broken. With an incoherent moan he reached for her and she gave herself to him, their lips meeting hungrily. He felt her hands on his body, feeling, gripping, rough with desire. Without thought he ripped her clothes away, leaving them in shreds around her. Her hands fumbled with his lacings and he pushed them away, untying his breeches with one hand, the other tangled in her hair, crushing her mouth to his.
He pulled her onto his lap and with one swift movement she drew him within her, crying his name. With a low growl he gripped her hips, slamming her down upon him, her fingers digging painfully into his shoulders. She groaned, her hips moving with erratic passion, her teeth sharp against his lips, his jaw.
Before he expected, his release approached and he gripped her hips to slow her movements but she continued, impossibly strong, crying his name time and again as he fell over the edge into soul shattering release. Again their lips met in a slow kiss and he leaned back against the tree and she followed, leaning on his chest. He felt himself sliding into slumber, exhausted in mind and body, and so he slept, still sheathed within her.
His mistress.
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A/N-
Do you want to kill me? I bet you do!
So this chap has taken a long time to post, due to real life issues and apparent reader apathy, among other things. Hopefully things will be back on schedule from here on in. Remember also, it only takes thirty seconds for you to make my day... and feed that muse. So please, review.
A big welcome to The weeman, honorary wonder-beta in training. Enjoy the world, its an incredible place.
Arroz- Glad you're up to date! Sorry you've had to wait... And yes, that is how things start, a tiny little thing, easy to ignore and before you know it you're buried... thanks for noticing.
Tamara and Kate- As always, thanks for letting me know you're reading. Don't be too angry.. there is a reason to this madness.
LKK- Yes, a relationship that has overcome obstacles is ten times stronger than one that just floats along without and challenge. I think you nailed that one, definitely.
Elerrina Rose- Wow, great review! I try hard to give these characters that spark of life, the 'real' feeling. From what you say it's working, so yay! Is Lira still tops on your hit list?
Beautyof theElves- Another great review! Thanks for reading, hope to hear from you more!
~Arisma
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