Title:
Till All Is Finished
Author: Angaaldaien@hotmail.com
Pairing(s): Aragorn/Legolas
Rating: part 1 -PG
Summary: The Fellowship thought it found safety within Lothlorien's boarders.
But the evil had spread further than they thought.
Disclaimer: Purely for entertainment purposes, no intention of infringing upon
property rights
Warning: Yaoi/Angst/non-con
Authors Note: This is Legolas centric – be warned.
Feedback: Please, it's what keeps me writing.
Date of writing: 2.20.04
Till All is Finished
Part II
By Angaaldaien
Haldir returned to his post before the mirror, anticipating the night's execution of his plans. There was little time, Haldir knew Boromir already approached Legolas, but he had to first be sure the lady was not near. Comforted that Galadriel rested beneath the great tree, Haldir slipped into the clearing, filled the mirror and gazed in
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Below, Legolas shimmered into view, elven youth revived in the flushed face, bow and arrow tautly drawn, gaze steeled. Borormir advanced, his own sword drawn to the hazard Legolas presented. Go on elf. Shoot, the crazed man taunted.
I always knew you would become the demise of the fellowship. Do not advance, else my bow may loosen.
Boromir struck back with his words, while stepping towards the carefully retreating elf. We'll see what you say ten minutes from now.
I'm warning- Legolas hit the tree behind him, forcing the hair from his lungs. In that second, Boromir advanced fully, placing his sword by Legolas' neck.
Move elf, and death comes quickly.
Legolas watched with careful eyes, fear not entering their depths. My arrow remains ready. What will you try Boromir? As if testing Boromir's will, Legolas prodded him with the arrow, the bow lost upon the ground.
The man chuckled at Legolas' fearlessness. That would be gone soon.
Without warning, Boromir guilelessly gripped Legolas' member through the fabric of his elven clothing. Rubbing the bulge eagerly, Boromir was pleased to see it instantly welcome his hand, while Legolas' face contorted with anger. Legolas struck with his arrow, swollen with rage, but pierced naught but clothing, the arrow itself snapping. But Legolas, in movement, had slit the side of his neck, drops of blood seeping from the light wound.
You are the animal I expected, Boromir whispered, avidly watching the blood drip to stain the elven clothing, while simultaneously maneuvering his hand into Legolas' pants.
Now, the fear approached, glinting in a face near panic. Legolas attempted to shift himself away, but too carefully was he caught between the tree and the man. Nay, Boromir, cease what you desire. It will only come to naught!
But pleading was no use. I shall sheath myself within you tonight. Aware that he now held Legolas helpless, Boromir returned his sword to its own sheath, simultaneously licking at the blood that had already begun to cease its flow. I will know something of elven strength, Boromir whispered, the heated breath sending shivers along Legolas' neck.
nay, someone comes. Leave me here, Legolas' halfheartedly protested.
Leave you like this? Boromir stroked Legolas' stiffening flesh, evoking a low guttural moan from the elf, suddenly limp with desire. Haphazardly, Boromir picked Legolas up, carrying the elf away, in a direction he was somehow certain of, though not knowing where. As if guided by another hand, Boromir parted with his prize in his hands.
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Aragorn called, wondering to where the elf had disappeared.
Suddenly Aragorn's heart was gripped with fear. Legolas' bow and a broken arrow lay upon the ground, discarded not many minutes ago. Boromir. Crouching down to examine the ground carefully, Aragorn knew these footprints had to be man and elf, Boromir and Legolas. The two had met and spoken, Boromir attacked, Legolas as well. Aragorn realized when haste was needed and grabbing Legolas' weapons, quickly followed the prints that led up another way – but these were only Boromir's.
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Haldir had chosen the perfect spot for the two, guiding Boromir there now. The mirror shimmered under the image of Boromir stumbling into the private area, adjacent to the river. Boromir threw Legolas down and pinioned him there, grinning ferociously. Legolas again protested, angrily scratching at the man's arms; the main failed to notice, too intent on opening his gift. All was futile. Inch by protesting inch, Boromir unwrapped Legolas, revealing the pale, smooth expanse beneath.
Haldir gasped, feeling his own response come unbidden. Within the looking glass, Legolas writhed and moaned, and Haldir felt himself aroused as if Legolas spoke elf to elf, rather than elf to man. The mirror reflected the events without any hint of decency, yet every moment was more torturous for the elf. Haldir could not refrain from the thought of, Were it me, instead of Boromir, futilely attempting to enrapture Legolas through the man.
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Below, Legolas watched as the devious glint of the ring overcame Boromir's eyes, surfacing from the murkiness of before. What Legolas had almost mistaken for an elvish gleam within the man's eyes, revealed itself to be carefully crafted from all strands of Middle Earth, what could only be the one ring. But by now, it was almost over, the ring would complete its business with Boromir soon. With the end in sight, Legolas responded to Boromir, reminding himself it is near, it is almost done, and the ring would not triumph.
Thank you to everyone who sent me feedback, it is what prompted me to post this part. I admit I was a bit hesitant about it so toned it down (a lot ^_^;). - Angaaldaien@hotmail.com
