Title: Diplomacy Part 41

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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She ran as fast as she could, breath coming in heaving gasps by the time she reached the open-sided tent that housed the main celebration. She skittered to a stop just outside, already scanning those within. She saw a flash of blonde and ran towards it, stopping short as she recognized Lira, reclining in a pile of pillows with the redheaded elf she'd met outside of Sada's tent. She returned to scanning the crowd, ignoring the blonde who giggled softly, reaching out to grasp her wrist, drawing her attention once more.

"He's in your tent," she said, giggling again.

"Hmm, what?" asked Rhya, still scanning the crowd, paying scant attention to the annoying woman.

"Legolas already went back to your tent," Lira reiterated, releasing the other woman's wrist and watching as the dark haired girl turned and ran out of the tent. Her eyes followed her progress for a moment before turning back to the flushed face of her lover, pulling him in for a deep kiss.

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She burst into the tent, scanning the dark interior, finding the main room empty. Without hesitation she crossed into the bedroom, flinging open the separating flap. It took a moment for her eyes to adjust to the deeper dark within, and when they finally did, she was startled to see Legolas reclining on the bed, his eyes fixed on her.

"Legolas!" she cried softly, nearer him. He made no move towards her though, his eyes burning into her. Suddenly nervous she stopped moving, simply looked back, waiting for him to speak. A long moment passed before he did, and his voice seemed strange to her.

"So, you're back," he stated, his tone heated.

"I..." her voice broke, something in his tone sending a shiver up her spine. "I didn't realize you'd be back today, we were expecting you tomorrow," she stated, softly.

"Indeed."

Again his tone struck her oddly and she hastily closed the gap between them, sitting lightly on the edge of the bed. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to miss your homecoming." She looked at him earnestly, head bowing in apology.

He didn't answer and for long minutes they sat in silence. Finally, she opened her mouth to speak again but before she could, he grabbed her shoulders, pulling her against him roughly. Any words she had been meaning to say were soon forgotten as he grasped her jaw, yanking her face to his, eyes locking for an instant before he bridged the tiny gap, sealing his mouth over hers.

For a moment she was startled and tried to pull away but he held her still, fingers tight against her jaw as he swept his tongue over her lips, demanding entrance. Confused by his demeanor she again tried to pull away and with a growl he shifted his grip, holding both her shoulders, twisting his body to lay her beneath him. Still holding her motionless he worked at her lips with his, nipping and sucking, demanding, defying her to not respond. With a helpless gasp her lips opened, and in a flash he was there, plundering her mouth.

It seemed like his hands were everywhere, skimming along her arms, under her shirt, bunching the fabric of her skirt around her waist. Lost in the sensations he was causing it took her a moment to realize he was hastily shimmying from his pants, nudging apart her thighs with his knee before settling against her.

She could taste the mead on his kisses and she shuddered, wondering what was driving this intense reaction from him. She thought then of the danger he'd endured recently, the stress he must have felt in the dunes and decided that he must be seeking a center, something to ground him, remind him that he was no longer alone in the wilds. More than willing to help him she gave herself over to his ministrations, only wincing slightly as his fingertips dug into the soft flesh of her waist.

With trembling fingers she helped him shed his clothes, taking the soft growls he uttered between kisses as approval. His hands were rough as he removed hers, tugging, ripping away buttons that refused to give. Finally though, their clothes lay in a heap beside the bed and she was lost in the press of warm soft skin against her own.

With unsteady hands he settled her leg against his hip, panting softly as he pressed forward. She could feel the taut muscles of his back quiver as he pressed into her, more roughly than he ever had before, stealing her breath with the sudden heat of his movements. She willed her body to relax, and gradually she did, moaning softly when rough fingers gripped her hips, lifting her higher.

He uttered a low groan as he slammed his hips against hers, holding the position a moment and grinding in a slow circle against her. Her breath caught as his eyes met hers, blazing with intensity. "Mine," he said softly, nipping her jaw, repeating the maneuver and the word. Her head fell back with a gasp and he shifted his attention, nibbling and licking at her throat, lips fastening time and again on the pale column.

She raised her hand, lacing her fingers in his hair, absorbing the heat of him all around her, his scent, his taste, his feel blotting out the rest of the world. "Gods yes, yours," she whispered and for a minute he stopped moving, raising his head till their eyes met again, gazing at her searchingly for long seconds.

Finally, with a low whine from the back of his throat he pulled her in for a kiss, searing but gentle now and began to move again, releasing her hips and cradling her chin in his palms. Time stood still in a haze of sweat slicked skin, teeth and tongues warring as their bodies moved as one. And as one they cried out, holding each other close as they trembled through aftershocks, breath ringing out in perfectly synced gasps.

Silently he shifted aside, stretching out on his side and pulling her tight against him. She nuzzled beneath his chin, planting soft kisses against his collarbones, running her hand softly along the ridge of his abdomen. "Welcome home, love. I missed you." He remained silent, but his arms tightened for an instant, pulling her even tighter to him. She felt herself beginning to doze and before she fell truly to sleep she whispered, "I love
you, Legolas."

Just at the edge of unconsciousness she heard a rough whisper, his voice choked with emotion. "I love you too, Rhya." And then she knew no more, not feeling the warmth of his hand stroking her back, or tasting the salt of the tears that fell unheeded on her raven locks.

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A/N-

Took me forever to find the copy of this.. for some reason my puter decided to save two of one and none of this. Hooray for anal-retentive back-logging. So, it's late, but it's here. Enjoy.

Ellerina Rose- Isn't there always trouble for the occupants of the sexy noises tent? Would it be any fun if there weren't? Calling dibs on the Kail-man, hmm? Well, no one else has as of yet... so I guess he's all yours.

Thanks for recognizing the Wonder Beta, it's appreciated.

The fifty points should more than buy the privilege of holding her arms. Maybe even get in a kick or two to her back while Kris is working over her front. Wow... I suddenly feel almost bad for Lira.... no wait, no I don't. Was indigestion.

Potterluvva- HOORAY! Someone new! Huzzah! Welcome! *Pulls up a chair, serves tea and cookies* Hope to hear from you more!

Kate- Worked up for nothing, eh? Well, *here's* something. Are you all worked up still? Huzzah for you.

So... More coming. Review review...

Is there anything you all are looking for here? If you could have any scene, any scene at all, what would it be? Tell me what you want and I'll see if I can make it so.

~Arisma~

It is better to suffer wrong than to do it, and happier to be sometimes cheated than not to trust.

Samuel Johnson (1709 - 1784)