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A/N: yep yep…why did I say that?
Time: Getting Things Straight
Legolas listened to Èomer walked down the hall and then he picked Rachel up. She smelled like Èomer. She had been hurt by Èomer. Legolas wanted to rip his heart out for that. He wanted to tear his own out. He should have come sooner. He shouldn't have yelled. He shouldn't have gone back to his room, but apologized. There were a million things he should have done, but he wouldn't. Èomer was right. Legolas was a coward.
"I'm so sorry, my…my love," Legolas said quietly and hesitantly. He put Rachel on the bed and held her in his arms. He noticed her hands…they were red and bleeding…So was the bed post.
"Is she alright?" a voice said from the doorway. Legolas' head shot up and found Gandalf standing there, tired and weary. He nodded and the wizard clutched his pipe in his jaw. He nodded as well and walked down the hall to his own chambers, but not before closing Rachel's door completely.
"You're not alright. You could not be alright," Legolas said to Rachel's unconscious form. She squirmed and her eyes opened sluggishly. For a moment, she was glad to see that Legolas was holding her. What had become of Èomer? That goddamn, mother-fucking, son-of-a-bitch…Then…
Rachel shrugged Legolas off of her. Her eyes were daggers.
"I thought you couldn't stand to be near me," she said shakily. She wanted to cry, but now was not the time.
"Yes, but not as you think. A different kind of emotion," he tried to explain. Rachel nodded. Then she looked at him with dewy eyes. He nearly collapsed.
"Why can't you just tell me?" she pleaded. Legolas held her gaze, then cupped her cheek in his hand.
"I wish I could, but I am a coward. I cannot express the words," he said sincerely. Rachel stared up at him and he ran a finger along her jaw and slightly across her lips. Rachel touched them…they tingled…just like when she had been asleep so many times before. Legolas?!
"You?" she whispered almost inaudibly. Legolas gulped. He had been leaning closer and closer to her. He lowered his head and Rachel gasped quietly, resisting at first. This wasn't something she saw happening. He kissed Rachel gently on the lips, but soon deepened it, elven love taking over his body. He moaned with pleasure and slouched over. He was almost beyond control. They both quaked and Legolas stood. This was too much and he didn't want…well, he did, but Rachel was vulnerable. This wasn't right.
"This is not right. I cannot," Legolas said nervously. He was pale. When he had kissed her, shock waves. It was like lightning passed through his being. A tornado of ecstasy. Rachel felt the same, only…let's just say that in this situation, ignorance was bliss.
"Why? You…? I…" Rachel stuttered. She couldn't finish a sentence to save her life. He had tasted like…like honeysuckle. He lingered on her lips and she touched them with confusion.
"I'm sorry. I should not have done that," Legolas said. He looked at Rachel's face. It was written with disbelief and no understanding. She looked at him. Her face was beginning to bruise from Èomer's abuse. Oh, how Legolas wished to stay, but at this point, Legolas would definitely awake with Rachel in his arms…no clothing…another shudder…
"Please…I don't underst—"
"Good night."
With that, Legolas was out the window…out of sight…no sound, except the sound of Rachel's heart. She was dazed…unable to move…that was…what was that?…that had never happened before…not even with Jake…
She sighed. Her stomach fluttered with butterflies and she nearly laughed. That was exceptional! Laying on her bed, she dreamed of Legolas…no wargs…no dying comrades…no Èomer…just the taste of honeysuckle and his face soaked with moonlight.
A/N: I really hope you liked…you like??? ^_^
A/N: yep yep…why did I say that?
Time: Getting Things Straight
Legolas listened to Èomer walked down the hall and then he picked Rachel up. She smelled like Èomer. She had been hurt by Èomer. Legolas wanted to rip his heart out for that. He wanted to tear his own out. He should have come sooner. He shouldn't have yelled. He shouldn't have gone back to his room, but apologized. There were a million things he should have done, but he wouldn't. Èomer was right. Legolas was a coward.
"I'm so sorry, my…my love," Legolas said quietly and hesitantly. He put Rachel on the bed and held her in his arms. He noticed her hands…they were red and bleeding…So was the bed post.
"Is she alright?" a voice said from the doorway. Legolas' head shot up and found Gandalf standing there, tired and weary. He nodded and the wizard clutched his pipe in his jaw. He nodded as well and walked down the hall to his own chambers, but not before closing Rachel's door completely.
"You're not alright. You could not be alright," Legolas said to Rachel's unconscious form. She squirmed and her eyes opened sluggishly. For a moment, she was glad to see that Legolas was holding her. What had become of Èomer? That goddamn, mother-fucking, son-of-a-bitch…Then…
Rachel shrugged Legolas off of her. Her eyes were daggers.
"I thought you couldn't stand to be near me," she said shakily. She wanted to cry, but now was not the time.
"Yes, but not as you think. A different kind of emotion," he tried to explain. Rachel nodded. Then she looked at him with dewy eyes. He nearly collapsed.
"Why can't you just tell me?" she pleaded. Legolas held her gaze, then cupped her cheek in his hand.
"I wish I could, but I am a coward. I cannot express the words," he said sincerely. Rachel stared up at him and he ran a finger along her jaw and slightly across her lips. Rachel touched them…they tingled…just like when she had been asleep so many times before. Legolas?!
"You?" she whispered almost inaudibly. Legolas gulped. He had been leaning closer and closer to her. He lowered his head and Rachel gasped quietly, resisting at first. This wasn't something she saw happening. He kissed Rachel gently on the lips, but soon deepened it, elven love taking over his body. He moaned with pleasure and slouched over. He was almost beyond control. They both quaked and Legolas stood. This was too much and he didn't want…well, he did, but Rachel was vulnerable. This wasn't right.
"This is not right. I cannot," Legolas said nervously. He was pale. When he had kissed her, shock waves. It was like lightning passed through his being. A tornado of ecstasy. Rachel felt the same, only…let's just say that in this situation, ignorance was bliss.
"Why? You…? I…" Rachel stuttered. She couldn't finish a sentence to save her life. He had tasted like…like honeysuckle. He lingered on her lips and she touched them with confusion.
"I'm sorry. I should not have done that," Legolas said. He looked at Rachel's face. It was written with disbelief and no understanding. She looked at him. Her face was beginning to bruise from Èomer's abuse. Oh, how Legolas wished to stay, but at this point, Legolas would definitely awake with Rachel in his arms…no clothing…another shudder…
"Please…I don't underst—"
"Good night."
With that, Legolas was out the window…out of sight…no sound, except the sound of Rachel's heart. She was dazed…unable to move…that was…what was that?…that had never happened before…not even with Jake…
She sighed. Her stomach fluttered with butterflies and she nearly laughed. That was exceptional! Laying on her bed, she dreamed of Legolas…no wargs…no dying comrades…no Èomer…just the taste of honeysuckle and his face soaked with moonlight.
A/N: I really hope you liked…you like??? ^_^