'Seeing the Hand of death in the eyes of an immortal.'
MERRY CHRISTMAS to those of you that celebrate it.
I think you're going to like this chapter. A lot. :) A bit off the plot but I figured the story should have something relevant to romance in it. So here you go and I'm warning you: This is a bit of an R rated chapter. Nothing too brutal but I just want to be on the safe side and let you all know. Carry on!
I'll throw some fluff here and there, just to spice up the chapters. But the plot is coming along nicely, if I do say so myself.
CHAPTER SEVEN: Hellooo Edoras!
The small town of Edoras was sprits with rain as Buffy dismounted her horse and steadied her tired legs. Everything on her body throbbed from the impact of holding herself up on a horse, and not to mention sitting in the same position for almost four hours. When Aragorn walked passed her and towards the steps that led to a tall castle like palace, Buffy started but was halted by a strong hand on her arm. She sent an aggravated look towards Legolas as he moved passed her back and after Aragorn. Gimli sent her a weary look and nodded to follow. She did, a little hesitant.
Inside the palace was a large anteroom, or main entrance, set high with stone pillars and golden red banners that ran all the way to the top of the ceiling. The room looked ancient to Buffy, almost like it hasn't been washed in a very long time, and a distinct smell was in the air. Almost like. . . mold or moth balls.
Gimli came up from beside her and she started at it, angry that he was able to draw her from her thoughts. And feeling the girl become startled, the Dwarf placed his hand firmly on her forearm to steady her.
Buffy did not like this place at all. And poor Eomer has to rule it one day.
'Too long was my stay in Gondor that I've grown to miss my home.' Eomer said rhetorically.
Buffy felt a lurch in her stomach and wave of home sickness. Gimli patted her arm reassuringly.
'You will be acquiring rooms then, my Lords?' asked Monty.
'Yes. And fetch accommodations for us as well, if you will.' Eomer added, and stopped to look at Buffy. 'And get the Lady a room for herself and some new clothes. Hers is worn and full of Orc bowels.'
As if he hadn't noticed Buffy standing in front of him, Monty did a double take.
'Oh. . . a Lady. Right.' He cast a sideways glance at an opening leading to a totally different hall way. 'If you will, my Lady, I will lead you to your room and we will see about those accommodations.'
'Thanks.' Buffy said a little awkwardly, following him with a troubled glance back at the others who all began to move around the anteroom and to different hallways.
'So, if it's not too bold of me to say, why are you accompanying thirty men on a scouting party?' Monty asked.
'We're actually looking for someone.' Buffy retorted. 'And I do think it's too bold of you to say, considering it isn't any of your business.'
'It's just strange, that's it.' Monty retaliated in defense. 'Is isn't everyday you get to see a Lady traveling among men as if she were. . .'
'A man?' Buffy finished. 'Well get used to it because I might as well be one as long as I'm staying in Middle- earth.'
There was a pause from Monty and then he gave a yelp of surprise.
'You are the lady that fought with the others near the gates of Mordor!'
'I think?'
'Aye!' He looked sideways at her. 'You. . . you are tale to us here. 'say you came from the heavens, aye.'
'I know I came from somewhere.' Buffy said thoughtfully. 'But I can't say I came from the heavens.'
'Only certain people are gifted with what you have,' Monty began hesitantly.
'And what's that?' Buffy asked, unable to stifle a yawn.
'The gift of gab.' said a very amused someone.
Buffy stopped when Monty halted near a large wooden door, and Legolas stepped up from the shadows.
'Legolas. . .' Buffy said wearily.
'You can take your leave now,' Legolas interjected to Monty. 'I will see to the Lady from here.'
Buffy crossed her arms and nodded for Monty to leave. When he was gone, Legolas approached her with a heart melting smile that made Buffy very uncomfortable.
'You'll see to me, will you?' Buffy asked.
'It is only wise for me to see to you,' Legolas whispered, 'when I know how to control you.'
'You do not know how to control me.' Buffy snapped.
'I've been watching you,' Legolas stated, ignoring her.
'Good for you.' Buffy muttered.
Legolas continued without hearing her, 'And you're interesting me to take a closer look. . .'
'Legolas.' Buffy warned, but he didn't listen to her and placed his large hands on her hips, leaning her into the wall outside her bedroom and pressing himself into her.
'It can be our little secret.' he whispered. 'No one will find out.'
'I- uh,' Buffy's face reddened as Legolas' hand self consciously coiled itself around the belt around her waist, slowly easing the knot free and she shuddered with delight as the belt loosened.
'Legolas,' She pleaded but her voice croaked and she was unable to stop him. 'I- I thought you hated me.'
'My mind may detest you but my body thinks otherwise.' Legolas answered, his eyes boring into hers as he lifted her in the air and, without realizing it, she wrapped her legs around his waist and allowed him to lead her into the room.
'Legolas.' Buffy tried again. 'Aragorn doesn't want us to. . . um, fiddle faddle around.'
'Stop worrying,' he demanded gently, closing the door with a loud THUD. 'We are staying over night because of the heavy storm outside. So. . . that gives us the chance to reacquaint ourselves.' he purred, not waiting to ask if it was alright to kiss her as his mouth overlapped her lips, his tongue immediately finding the side of her mouth as he persisted the exploration of the woman's mouth. And he cared not that she was not kidding back.
It took a few moments for Buffy to register what was going to happen, or what beginning to happen, and she forcefully shoved Legolas' face away from hers and removed herself from his arms. Collapsing on the floor of the dimmed lit room, Buffy stared up at the Elf in shock and carefully chose her words.
'You! You're! You're only doing this because you're in the mood!' She shouted.
'You put it so mildly.' Legolas taunted, moving to grab onto her again but she slapped his arm away and stood.
'I'm sure there are others that would like to have sex with you,' Buffy countered, her eyes shifting to the large, warm looking bed in the center of the room. Then she turned back to Legolas. 'But not me.'
'I think you're underestimating me,' Legolas said in an undertone, moving closer to her. 'I always get what I want.'
'Same here.' Buffy said in an overtone, taking hold of Legolas' vest and throwing him backwards and sending him sprawled against the other side of the room. His breath was short as his eyes widened to look at her, some of his blonde locks frizzed from the impact of the throw.
'You play games.' Legolas hissed. 'And you mock me. Do you think you can fight me, Buffy?'
'Oh, definitely.' Buffy whispered determinedly.
'You are not making it easier, are you?' Legolas asked, his eyes narrowing.
'If you really want me,' Buffy began, not really believing herself. 'then why don't you work for it?'
Legolas thought on this as his eyes trailed over her body, and a small smirk formed across his lips.
'When I win and overpower you then I will do what I want to you.' Legolas stated matter of factly. 'And you, milady?'
'Just kicking your ass is rewarding enough.' she answered, and without pausing she lunged forwards and took hold of his vest again and threw him back, sending the Elf sprawled again on the opposite side of the room.
Tumbling into the side of the bed, Legolas' eyes flared angrily and he stood at once.
'You want pain?' he growled, lunging forwards and latching onto her waist, impaling her into the wall.
Buffy grunted and grabbed a lock of his golden hair, 'Cheap shot.' she hissed, yanking on the strands and emitting a yelp of pain from Legolas.
Legolas dropped her and she took the opportunity to get a cheap shot for herself and sent her knee into his gut, sick of continuing with this silly game and deciding to spice it up a bit, and did it once more until he doubled over in pain. But as Buffy backed off from the groaning Elf, he half laughed and looked up.
Buffy looked taken back.
'That'll cost you.' He announced, leaping to his feet and grabbing on her legs and pulling them out in front of her.
Buffy hit the floor hard and she blinked away the dizziness to see Legolas hovering over her, his beautiful face leering above her and looking quite as tempting as he had in the hall way. She swallowed a lump- no, a god damn boulder- in her throat and considered this look. Perhaps wanting to do these. . . things with him wasn't as bad as she was thinking it was. After all, all the expectations of her and Spike had been somewhat alluring and forbidden, and look what happened to them both. They accepted their secret love making and kept doing it. No one got hurt.
Right?
Buffy reluctantly looked back at him.
'If you tell anyone about us I'll kill you.' she said.
'Promise.' he whispered, gnawing at the nape of her neck and working his way down to her chest, her belly, her pelvic bone and her. . .
MERRY CHRISTMAS to those of you that celebrate it.
I think you're going to like this chapter. A lot. :) A bit off the plot but I figured the story should have something relevant to romance in it. So here you go and I'm warning you: This is a bit of an R rated chapter. Nothing too brutal but I just want to be on the safe side and let you all know. Carry on!
I'll throw some fluff here and there, just to spice up the chapters. But the plot is coming along nicely, if I do say so myself.
CHAPTER SEVEN: Hellooo Edoras!
The small town of Edoras was sprits with rain as Buffy dismounted her horse and steadied her tired legs. Everything on her body throbbed from the impact of holding herself up on a horse, and not to mention sitting in the same position for almost four hours. When Aragorn walked passed her and towards the steps that led to a tall castle like palace, Buffy started but was halted by a strong hand on her arm. She sent an aggravated look towards Legolas as he moved passed her back and after Aragorn. Gimli sent her a weary look and nodded to follow. She did, a little hesitant.
Inside the palace was a large anteroom, or main entrance, set high with stone pillars and golden red banners that ran all the way to the top of the ceiling. The room looked ancient to Buffy, almost like it hasn't been washed in a very long time, and a distinct smell was in the air. Almost like. . . mold or moth balls.
Gimli came up from beside her and she started at it, angry that he was able to draw her from her thoughts. And feeling the girl become startled, the Dwarf placed his hand firmly on her forearm to steady her.
Buffy did not like this place at all. And poor Eomer has to rule it one day.
'Too long was my stay in Gondor that I've grown to miss my home.' Eomer said rhetorically.
Buffy felt a lurch in her stomach and wave of home sickness. Gimli patted her arm reassuringly.
'You will be acquiring rooms then, my Lords?' asked Monty.
'Yes. And fetch accommodations for us as well, if you will.' Eomer added, and stopped to look at Buffy. 'And get the Lady a room for herself and some new clothes. Hers is worn and full of Orc bowels.'
As if he hadn't noticed Buffy standing in front of him, Monty did a double take.
'Oh. . . a Lady. Right.' He cast a sideways glance at an opening leading to a totally different hall way. 'If you will, my Lady, I will lead you to your room and we will see about those accommodations.'
'Thanks.' Buffy said a little awkwardly, following him with a troubled glance back at the others who all began to move around the anteroom and to different hallways.
'So, if it's not too bold of me to say, why are you accompanying thirty men on a scouting party?' Monty asked.
'We're actually looking for someone.' Buffy retorted. 'And I do think it's too bold of you to say, considering it isn't any of your business.'
'It's just strange, that's it.' Monty retaliated in defense. 'Is isn't everyday you get to see a Lady traveling among men as if she were. . .'
'A man?' Buffy finished. 'Well get used to it because I might as well be one as long as I'm staying in Middle- earth.'
There was a pause from Monty and then he gave a yelp of surprise.
'You are the lady that fought with the others near the gates of Mordor!'
'I think?'
'Aye!' He looked sideways at her. 'You. . . you are tale to us here. 'say you came from the heavens, aye.'
'I know I came from somewhere.' Buffy said thoughtfully. 'But I can't say I came from the heavens.'
'Only certain people are gifted with what you have,' Monty began hesitantly.
'And what's that?' Buffy asked, unable to stifle a yawn.
'The gift of gab.' said a very amused someone.
Buffy stopped when Monty halted near a large wooden door, and Legolas stepped up from the shadows.
'Legolas. . .' Buffy said wearily.
'You can take your leave now,' Legolas interjected to Monty. 'I will see to the Lady from here.'
Buffy crossed her arms and nodded for Monty to leave. When he was gone, Legolas approached her with a heart melting smile that made Buffy very uncomfortable.
'You'll see to me, will you?' Buffy asked.
'It is only wise for me to see to you,' Legolas whispered, 'when I know how to control you.'
'You do not know how to control me.' Buffy snapped.
'I've been watching you,' Legolas stated, ignoring her.
'Good for you.' Buffy muttered.
Legolas continued without hearing her, 'And you're interesting me to take a closer look. . .'
'Legolas.' Buffy warned, but he didn't listen to her and placed his large hands on her hips, leaning her into the wall outside her bedroom and pressing himself into her.
'It can be our little secret.' he whispered. 'No one will find out.'
'I- uh,' Buffy's face reddened as Legolas' hand self consciously coiled itself around the belt around her waist, slowly easing the knot free and she shuddered with delight as the belt loosened.
'Legolas,' She pleaded but her voice croaked and she was unable to stop him. 'I- I thought you hated me.'
'My mind may detest you but my body thinks otherwise.' Legolas answered, his eyes boring into hers as he lifted her in the air and, without realizing it, she wrapped her legs around his waist and allowed him to lead her into the room.
'Legolas.' Buffy tried again. 'Aragorn doesn't want us to. . . um, fiddle faddle around.'
'Stop worrying,' he demanded gently, closing the door with a loud THUD. 'We are staying over night because of the heavy storm outside. So. . . that gives us the chance to reacquaint ourselves.' he purred, not waiting to ask if it was alright to kiss her as his mouth overlapped her lips, his tongue immediately finding the side of her mouth as he persisted the exploration of the woman's mouth. And he cared not that she was not kidding back.
It took a few moments for Buffy to register what was going to happen, or what beginning to happen, and she forcefully shoved Legolas' face away from hers and removed herself from his arms. Collapsing on the floor of the dimmed lit room, Buffy stared up at the Elf in shock and carefully chose her words.
'You! You're! You're only doing this because you're in the mood!' She shouted.
'You put it so mildly.' Legolas taunted, moving to grab onto her again but she slapped his arm away and stood.
'I'm sure there are others that would like to have sex with you,' Buffy countered, her eyes shifting to the large, warm looking bed in the center of the room. Then she turned back to Legolas. 'But not me.'
'I think you're underestimating me,' Legolas said in an undertone, moving closer to her. 'I always get what I want.'
'Same here.' Buffy said in an overtone, taking hold of Legolas' vest and throwing him backwards and sending him sprawled against the other side of the room. His breath was short as his eyes widened to look at her, some of his blonde locks frizzed from the impact of the throw.
'You play games.' Legolas hissed. 'And you mock me. Do you think you can fight me, Buffy?'
'Oh, definitely.' Buffy whispered determinedly.
'You are not making it easier, are you?' Legolas asked, his eyes narrowing.
'If you really want me,' Buffy began, not really believing herself. 'then why don't you work for it?'
Legolas thought on this as his eyes trailed over her body, and a small smirk formed across his lips.
'When I win and overpower you then I will do what I want to you.' Legolas stated matter of factly. 'And you, milady?'
'Just kicking your ass is rewarding enough.' she answered, and without pausing she lunged forwards and took hold of his vest again and threw him back, sending the Elf sprawled again on the opposite side of the room.
Tumbling into the side of the bed, Legolas' eyes flared angrily and he stood at once.
'You want pain?' he growled, lunging forwards and latching onto her waist, impaling her into the wall.
Buffy grunted and grabbed a lock of his golden hair, 'Cheap shot.' she hissed, yanking on the strands and emitting a yelp of pain from Legolas.
Legolas dropped her and she took the opportunity to get a cheap shot for herself and sent her knee into his gut, sick of continuing with this silly game and deciding to spice it up a bit, and did it once more until he doubled over in pain. But as Buffy backed off from the groaning Elf, he half laughed and looked up.
Buffy looked taken back.
'That'll cost you.' He announced, leaping to his feet and grabbing on her legs and pulling them out in front of her.
Buffy hit the floor hard and she blinked away the dizziness to see Legolas hovering over her, his beautiful face leering above her and looking quite as tempting as he had in the hall way. She swallowed a lump- no, a god damn boulder- in her throat and considered this look. Perhaps wanting to do these. . . things with him wasn't as bad as she was thinking it was. After all, all the expectations of her and Spike had been somewhat alluring and forbidden, and look what happened to them both. They accepted their secret love making and kept doing it. No one got hurt.
Right?
Buffy reluctantly looked back at him.
'If you tell anyone about us I'll kill you.' she said.
'Promise.' he whispered, gnawing at the nape of her neck and working his way down to her chest, her belly, her pelvic bone and her. . .
