Project Rivendell Part Four

(A/N: Polly is my invention, and just an excuse to give Pippin a bit of love interest and bring him to the Prancing Pony to see Gandalf. Remember this is AU. However, she could be the missing link between humans and hobbits!)

It was a busy night in the Prancing Pony, making it difficult for new customers to find a place to sit. Luckily the two men sitting in the corner had got there early, and were deep in conversation. If the others in the inn had heard their conversation then they might have been very worried. The battle for Middle Earth was still fresh in everyone's minds. But then again, in this area, a murder that took place 300 years previously was still classed as news.

"And you believe the orcs are regrouping?" said Gandalf the White, taking a long draw on his pipe.

"I believe that there are some out there. Not enough to take over Middle Earth, but certainly enough to make life difficult. There is already talk that they have gone into villages and caused havoc. Women have been defiled by them... and there are more rumours of cannibalism..." The man speaking to Gandalf was known as Connel, and he was a ranger. He was a solitary man, even by rangers' standards. He had few friends, no known home, and slept wherever his horse stopped late at night. He was old, much older than King Aragorn, yet when he walked he had a quickness of step, and a strong purpose. His hair was dark and untidy, as was most rangers' hair, and his beard grizzled, shot through with grey. His eyes however, were vivid grey, and alert to all danger. He had a habit of disappearing for years on end, then returning looking exactly as he had always looked.

"You don't need to say more. I can imagine the rest," said Gandalf, looking worried. He closed his eyes for a second, as was his way when he was ruminating. "How many?"

"Around a thousand." Replied Connel. "It is said that they hid from the fighting when the battle for Middle Earth began. Cowards every one of them. Now, so the rumours say, they want redress for the deaths of their compatriots."

"Orcs don't grieve." Gandalf shook his head.

"Weren't they elves once?" asked Connel.

"Yes, but they turned bad, became animal in nature. There is very little of the elf mentality left in them. They do not share the same emotions or loyalties. They have tasted human and elf flesh." Gandalf shuddered. "No, there is something else behind this. Or someone else. I must go and see Aragorn, and Elrond. I wonder if Elrond is visiting his daughter, the Lady Arwen. It would be easier if he was."

Gandalf and Connel talked for a while longer, while supping on a tankard of ale each. As they talked, a hobbit entered the Prancing Pony. He looked around, then smiled in delight when he saw Gandalf.

"Gandalf!"

Gandalf looked up from his ale, and saw a familiar face.

"Pippin!" He stood up and greeted the young hobbit. "What brings you to the Prancing Pony? Is it young Polly who works behind the bar?" Gandalf winked at his young friend. Polly was a human, but short compared to the rest of her people. Pippin had had a crush on her for some time.

"No." Pippin blushed. "Well...perhaps. But I've been looking for you too. Someone told me you were to meet a ranger here." Pippin looked at Connel. Rangers didn't scare Pippin, not since Strider.

"Are there no secrets on Middle Earth?" Gandalf asked, wryly. It was a rhetorical question.

"No, none," Pippin said, cheerfully. "Anyway, before I forget, there's a woman, a human, with Frodo. In his house I mean. She fell out of the sky or something. Or did Sam just find her lying in the road? I forget how it happened. Anyway, we don't know where she came from and she hasn't woken up yet, so she needs some help. And so does Frodo. I think he's got a crush on her, even though she's asleep. All the hobbits keep going in to look at her, which is annoying him a bit. Can you go and help? I'm going to get a pint."

And with that Pippin was gone to chat up Polly.

"A woman falling out of the sky?" said Gandalf, pondering.

"She probably wandered there after being injured or something," suggested Connel.

"Of course. People don't just fall out of the sky, do they Connel?" Gandalf smiled at his companion, who smiled back.

********************************************* One month later:

Rhonda and Will had been in Rivendell for a month, slowly getting their bearings, and learning about the strange creatures that tended them.

Rhonda, despite the calm surroundings, was now beginning to miss her anti- depressants. She tried calming herself with the delicious elven wine, drinking copious amounts at dinner. It was in this state that she happened upon Legolas whilst walking back to her bedroom in Elrond's house.

He was sitting in a small courtyard, smoking a pipe, and listening to some music that was playing softly in one of the houses. His friend Gimli had said goodnight several minutes earlier.

"Legolas." Rhonda giggled. "You're just the elf I was looking for."

"I was?" Legolas looked puzzled. He had been trying to avoid Rhonda for several weeks. Now, however, having drunk a couple of glasses of wine himself, and feeling mellowed by the pipe, he found her quite attractive. Her hair, he had to admit, was strangely coloured. Her dark roots had been in need of tending before she fell into Rivendell, and were now longer than ever, accentuating the line, about three inches down her head, where her blonde tint began. There was something about Rivendell that assisted in the growth of her hair, even in such a short space of time. It had been shoulder length, but was now touching the bottom of her shoulder blades. Even her nails had grown more quickly, and were much stronger than they had ever been, removing the need for the lacquered extensions, which was just as well as they had begun to fall off through lack of care.

"I was looking for you because, well to be honest, I haven't had a good shag for a month or more." Rhonda giggled, wobbling along the soft grass towards him.

"Shag? Do you mean a pipe?" The only shag Legolas had heard of was a type of tobacco.

"Why don't you come with me, and I'll show you?" Rhonda suggested to the young elf, who, even though he was many years older than Rhonda, felt much younger, and more inexperienced.

She led him to a shaded grove that she had found during her exploration of Rivendell. She wanted somewhere away from Elrond's house, as she still had hopes of snaring the Elf lord in order to increase her own status in Rivendell. If she was going to be stuck here, she intended to do so as nobility.

"Now, young elf..." Rhonda purred, reaching up to kiss Legolas softly on the lips. "What is your pleasure?"

"I...er..." Legolas felt himself becoming aroused as her tongue slipped between his lips, while her hand softly crept down his body to find his already stiffening manhood.

"Let's start by removing these cumbersome robes, shall we?" she suggested, dropping her own to the floor in an instant. She stood silhouetted in the moonlight, her naked body taut and tanned (fake).

Legolas was trembling now, partly with fear and partly with excitement. He had never met a woman quite as forward as Rhonda, and being young, he was powerless to resist. He dropped his own robes, to reveal a muscled, toned body that made Rhonda gasp, as did the strength of his erection. She surprised him by dropping to her knees, and taking him into her mouth, working him with long strokes of her tongue.

"Please, Lady Rhonda." Legolas protested weakly. His mind felt that this should not be happening, though his body was telling him otherwise.

"Ooh, you said please... how sweet." Rhonda said, with her mouth still full of him. She worked on him until he came, crying out in the night. Then she looked up and smiled at him.

"My turn." She whispered. She lay flat on her back, with her legs apart, beckoning him to taste her centre. Still shaking from his own orgasm, Legolas dropped to his knees and then did as she bid, teasing her with long strokes of his tongue and slipping his fingers deep into her. She began writhing and moaning, but just stopped short of climaxing.

"Is this not good, my lady?" he asked, breathlessly after trying to bring her to completion for at least twenty minutes.

"Mmm, it's lovely. Just keep going," said Rhonda. She did not tell him that she never climaxed, and probably wouldn't for him either.

Instead of continuing to pleasure her with his tongue and fingers, Legolas, who was now becoming aroused again, pulled her legs apart and placed himself between them, slipping easily into her. He taught himself quickly to understand the rhythm of her moans, quickening his pace when she moaned the most, then moving more slowly when she seemed to lose the momentum, until he once again coaxed her to pleasure. Finally, after he was sure he would explode more than once, before she had found her pleasure, he got her where he wanted her, right on the edge of an orgasm. Before she could stop herself again, he thrust more rapidly into her, pulling her hips up to meet his thrusts. Then he felt the soft flutter of her orgasm beginning, and released his own.

Rhondas cries of release could be heard in the house of Elrond...