Disclaimer: Ugh...
A/N: I'm a tai tai monkey.
Time: Rest
.She lay in the bed from Rohan. It seemed to him that nothing but she existed. Her skin was bare save the one silk sheet that covered her, but hardly. A whisper on the wind. Could it be? His name? She called it softly, a witch enchanting her victim. Nea, he was no victim. This was something he knew he longed for not so deep under the cloak of his skin. He could smell her excitement, heavy in the air. Her breath was raspy and quick, but not from sickness. Again, nea. Her sickness was him. She desired him. His own lungs seemed to constrict. His name she called a second time, louder still. Her voice was desperate.in need.in lustful loneliness. His knees gave way. Her back arched. A bridge of pure pleasure.
Legolas awoke sweating and shivering with more ferocity than he could ever remember coming to him in the past. Never before had he dreamt such.such unbelievable fantasies. She was.soul consuming. His every thought, gesture and word revolved around her. If only she would be there, in the camp upon Orthanc, he would.what? Just the thought of her sleeping.of her breathing..made his body tighten in preparation for something he couldn't have. Aragorn was right. Elven love could not be ignored.only cured. A poison, both sweet and beautiful, but heart shattering if left unappeased. "Rachel.I.I must have you, but I will not take you. Please..Please have me. Otherwise, my life will surely end in pain equal to my heart being torn from my person and shred to pieces. I.I cannot take anymore of this!"
A/N: Lustful, eh? *Yawn *.Tai tai monkey is me.
A/N: I'm a tai tai monkey.
Time: Rest
.She lay in the bed from Rohan. It seemed to him that nothing but she existed. Her skin was bare save the one silk sheet that covered her, but hardly. A whisper on the wind. Could it be? His name? She called it softly, a witch enchanting her victim. Nea, he was no victim. This was something he knew he longed for not so deep under the cloak of his skin. He could smell her excitement, heavy in the air. Her breath was raspy and quick, but not from sickness. Again, nea. Her sickness was him. She desired him. His own lungs seemed to constrict. His name she called a second time, louder still. Her voice was desperate.in need.in lustful loneliness. His knees gave way. Her back arched. A bridge of pure pleasure.
Legolas awoke sweating and shivering with more ferocity than he could ever remember coming to him in the past. Never before had he dreamt such.such unbelievable fantasies. She was.soul consuming. His every thought, gesture and word revolved around her. If only she would be there, in the camp upon Orthanc, he would.what? Just the thought of her sleeping.of her breathing..made his body tighten in preparation for something he couldn't have. Aragorn was right. Elven love could not be ignored.only cured. A poison, both sweet and beautiful, but heart shattering if left unappeased. "Rachel.I.I must have you, but I will not take you. Please..Please have me. Otherwise, my life will surely end in pain equal to my heart being torn from my person and shred to pieces. I.I cannot take anymore of this!"
A/N: Lustful, eh? *Yawn *.Tai tai monkey is me.