Disclaimer: Okay, I've been writing this for about ayear.do I really need a
disclaimer anymore? I'm thinking about just.trashing it.o.o
Time: Insight I: That of Legolas
A/N:.o.o which reminds me.my duffle bag died today T_T
For as long as he could remember, he had wanted someone to hold. He had wanted something to feel in his mind when what he felt with his hands was cold and dead. His eyes, his fingertips, his ears. They all hurt from the joy around him, caving this elf's soul into a distressed and unloved shell. Almost two thousand years without so much as a hand to hold or an ear to trust. He had repeatedly gone to Mirkwood, his room cold and unwelcoming. Now that she had appeared, mistery enticed him. She came from another world, there was no doubt. Though her world must have been that of vixens. Her scent tingled his nose, her breath twitched his ears, her touched trembled his skin. All the things he had yearned for in a wife had been found within a year of companionship. She was dependable and loyal, a queen among women. Immediately he noticed her timid limbs, how damaged they were and also noticed she complained very little, if at all. The only difference was her want of a chair or Mordil to rest upon. For two thousand years, no one had made the wheels of his mind turn so quickly or unrashly. She made his head spin with a want of his own. Knowledgable of what it was that possessed his emotion, he was reluctant. But no more. He could no longer be afraid of his own desires, the things he had sought for so many ages. However, being patient about it was hardly easy. She had to give herself to him. Otherwise, there would be no sweetness in their kiss. There would be no love, only a likeness that didn't fulfill him. He would take and take until there was nothing of her firey spirit left.
A/N: Ooh.touchy! :9
Time: Insight I: That of Legolas
A/N:.o.o which reminds me.my duffle bag died today T_T
For as long as he could remember, he had wanted someone to hold. He had wanted something to feel in his mind when what he felt with his hands was cold and dead. His eyes, his fingertips, his ears. They all hurt from the joy around him, caving this elf's soul into a distressed and unloved shell. Almost two thousand years without so much as a hand to hold or an ear to trust. He had repeatedly gone to Mirkwood, his room cold and unwelcoming. Now that she had appeared, mistery enticed him. She came from another world, there was no doubt. Though her world must have been that of vixens. Her scent tingled his nose, her breath twitched his ears, her touched trembled his skin. All the things he had yearned for in a wife had been found within a year of companionship. She was dependable and loyal, a queen among women. Immediately he noticed her timid limbs, how damaged they were and also noticed she complained very little, if at all. The only difference was her want of a chair or Mordil to rest upon. For two thousand years, no one had made the wheels of his mind turn so quickly or unrashly. She made his head spin with a want of his own. Knowledgable of what it was that possessed his emotion, he was reluctant. But no more. He could no longer be afraid of his own desires, the things he had sought for so many ages. However, being patient about it was hardly easy. She had to give herself to him. Otherwise, there would be no sweetness in their kiss. There would be no love, only a likeness that didn't fulfill him. He would take and take until there was nothing of her firey spirit left.
A/N: Ooh.touchy! :9