Don't owe anything to do with Tolkien or LOTR – damn!
A/N – thank you for your many comments regarding my grammar errors. Forgive me but I'm deaf and I do not always hear things as they should be, hence me putting things down wrong on the page as I hear them rather than how they should be! No excuse I know! I will try to get someone to beta it for me. White roses for me – yes, do you know how I can get a beta?
Many thanks to you all and email me with whatever comes to mind – I don't care!
Upon This Party Night
He laid there in the cold light of the moon as it shone through the bay window of his bedroom. He hadn't closed the curtains as he didn't wish to shield himself away from such a beautiful night that illuminated the sky outside. The frost had already chilled the glass and shone like a fine sprinkling of glitter on the window still and all over the lands surrounding the mansion. Alone he slept, allowing his eyes to close, a truly deep sleep for an elf. His naked torso bleached bone white in the light, the sensual shadows of his muscles highlighting his lithely built body. In his sleep, his arms flexed, the movement echoed in his upper muscles, showing the power he harnessed in those arms upon the archery field. His fingers twitched, calloused by wear of swords, horses tack and general hard living, then he whispered a wordless murmur as he gently stirred, the bed sheet wrapping tighter round his waist, revealing its secret that this elf was wearing nothing underneath. He rolled his head to face the window, the silver light bathed his face in a pure, divine glow as beneath his eyelids his eyes moved.
He was dreaming.
His hand slipped under the pillow as he rolled onto his stomach with another wordless murmur but even in his sleep he was restless. He kept moving as if he was trying to get comfortable and from his mouth erupted a sigh. He laid out on his back as another sigh broke free, his legs slowly moving beneath the sheet as if he was rubbing them along some invisible partner, the growth of his arousal caused the sheet to tent as his breathing became more heavier. His head rolled to the side again as his fingers gripped the bed sheet as if he was in the throes of desire.
And then came the clear evidence of who he was dreaming about... "Serena." He whispered.
A low groan escaped his lips as his body bucked against some unseen force when suddenly he jerked upright on the bed, eyes wide open and chest heaving. His fingers gripped the sheet as he calmed himself.
Such a vivid dream!
Such an erotic dream!
Such a...dream!
He stared down to see his erection, painfully large and throbbing and he groaned. He let his head fall back down onto the pillow and attempted to will away that dream but powerful fragments of raw, erotic emotions remained, fresh and crystal clear in his mind and so with a low feral groan emitting from his throat, he snaked his hand down to finish the job that dream had started for him. That Serena had started for him. With long, masterful and powerful strokes, it wasn't long until he came. Reaching that unique heaven on his own. He laid there for some time afterwards, staring at the ceiling with Serena going round in his head.
Curse her!
He'll have her one way or another. He entertained himself with the thoughts of finding her room, bursting in and making love to her but he pushed such foolish notions from his head. Haven't his long immortal life taught him anything concern sex, women and love?
Then why, after countless millennia's does he feel young, green and foolish around Serena?
Maybe he still had much to learn?
Maybe he still need to learn what love is.
Powerful what the subconscious mind does isn't it? It can alter one's mind whilst asleep. When you slumber do you make your decisions there and then, yet when you awake you cannot recall ever making that decision until such a time comes? Do we exist in another realm when asleep?
And why are so many dreams powerful?
What provoked Martin Luther King's famous speech of "I have a dream"?
Where do so many songwriters get their ideas from?
What do we learn? Is something trying to tell us something? Why does so many books on interpreting dreams sell well?
For it was in Legolas's dream did it became clear what he truly wanted. All logic abandoned him as his body and soul reacted to his deep desire. And as much as he tries to ignore it, the want and need of a soul is something too powerful to ignore. He must heed to his call and accept it, whatever the consequences may be. For it's in dreams we find out things about ourselves, good and bad and it's too in dreams we find our answers.
"WHAT THE FUCK IS SHE DOING HERE?!" a scream punctuated the stillness of the following Friday morning. All stable hands turned to look at the mansion where the shrill voice echoed from and the horses shifted uneasily, comically the birds stopped singing and Glorfindel who was riding with Serena grimaced. Even Serena herself could hear despite being at the far end of the paddock nearest to the mansion and she could guess who screamed and what for.
Serena.
Inside the mansion, Anarwen's scream still echoed off the walls as Legolas stood against the closed door, his eyes wide and ears vibrating as he stared at the wild woman who flung out her hand and smashed the crystal decanter set.
"Bugger..." he cursed as he eyes the shards, that was a gift from Elrond, a thank you gift for when he last completed a mission. Successfully, he might add. And as for the most recent, unsuccessful mission? Well he was paying for it now by being miles away from his kind, with an elleth howling blue murder in his ears and the woman he think he loves outside somewhere.
"Serenity Jason!" Anarwen spat, she had found out who Serena was and wasn't taking it at all well.
"Why did Elrond send her down here? After all she's done to you?" Anarwen paced the room as Legolas replied, "To be fair, she suffered as well."
"Suffered? Oh I'll make her suffer!" Anarwen went to the door but Legolas clamped his hands on her shoulders and tried to sooth her. "She wants answers and she'll get them. How would you feel if you wake up after a year and find the life you knew was destroyed?"
"Not to mention that you slept with her when you shouldn't." Anarwen spat.
"I thought we been through this...it was a mistake." Legolas raked his fingers through his hair as Anarwen finally sat down, her huge blue eyes staring back at him filled with unspeakable hostility.
"Have you told her that?" she asked, the silence that was her reply told her more than she wished for as she began to fume, "Have you told her you regretted that moment?"
"No dammit! It was good I can't deny that!" Legolas snapped, his eyes for one moment looked as if he was ready to destroy this room, his hands fisted and his breathing irregular, but seeing Anarwen crawl towards him on her hands and knees with feline grace halted his mood as he watched with curiousity.
"I can make you forget her." She reached out and grasped his belt, pulling him by his waist over to him, she smiled as her fingers started unbuckling his belt and unzipping his flies. She then reached inside and grasped her prize but Legolas wasn't in the mood no more, he pulled away and scowled, doing up his flies and belt.
"It's over." He muttered, the dream coming back to him. It was Serena he wanted, not Anarwen.
"What?" she snapped, despite hearing what he did say.
"It's over!"
"You can't. don't you love no more?"
"I'll give you till after the party tonight then you'll leave." Legolas replied, his voice cold and devoid of emotions, in truth he always known he never loved her. She was there as a distraction, something to take his mind off things. Someone to take his mind off Serena. He knew he couldn't hide it no more.
"Serena's behind this isn't she? How dare she..."
"Serena has nothing to do with this, just you and me." He yelled so loud that the room seem to shudder with his voice.
"No, really? Well you better watch over her because I wont be held accountable for my actions when I do see her." Anarwen gave a bitter laugh and threw a vase at Legolas but it smashed against the closed door that Legolas just departed through.
Revenge in a form of a woman who cannot get what she wants is deadly, she'll resort to anything in her books to make others suffer, to feel her pain, to fear her. Anarwen's anger will be the downfall of all, maybe Legolas could have found a better way to split up with her, but has anyone ever had a pain free split? Its easy to blame her but it wasn't her fault that Legolas's heart belonged to another, it wasn't her fault that the man she cared about slept with another. And it wasn't her fault she was packing her bags and loading her car to journey back to London, she couldn't hang around to see the victor displaying her prize.
Later that night, there was to be a party in the den, a large hall in the mansion decked out in fairy lights, lanterns and candles among other bright and cheery decorations. Everyone was to wear fancy dress as this was the staff Christmas party for the following day was Christmas eve. Cookie the cook was busy warming up vast amounts of punch, slipping the last of the mince pies on plates and arranging the food on the plates when Legolas walked into the room.
Cookie grinned when she saw what he has chosen to dress up as.
A musketeer.
From the big hat with ostrich feather plumage to the scarlet red cloak strapped over his shoulder to the knee length boots and to complete the look, a rather fine looking sword which hung from his belt.
She slapped his hand away as he tried in vain to reach a canapé, "I noticed that Anarwen have left us earlier." She simply said, Legolas in the past has always came to her when he needed a soul to confide in, certainly about Anarwen.
"She's gone."
"I'm sorry."
"I'm not." He shrugged.
"I've watched the two of you together and I could see you weren't meant to be, what took you so long to realise this?"
"A love for another." He replied, silently looking around the hall, Tricia has done well with the decorations.
Cookie went to open her mouth to say something but the door opened and Glorfindel entered. Legolas's lips twitched as he surveyed his friends costume.
"Admiral Nelson." Glorfindel pointed out. Indeed he did look like the old lord of the seas, with his hat, eye patch and the jacket with its sleeve pinned across his chest. Glorfindel was there at the battle of Trafalgar, on board the HMS Victory. He was one of a few elders who were sea worthy and able to resist the call of the sea. Hence his great love for anything of the ocean.
"I should have known." Legolas smirked as Glorfindel's hand that wasn't clad in the pinned sleeve crept out under the jacket and grabbed a mince pie, successfully avoiding a rap across his knuckles from Cookie.
Sam turned up in an ingenious costume of a headless horse man and whilst Legolas talked to his head which was nestled under the crook of his arm, the party got busier as people started turning up. Someone turned on the CD player and some cheesy pop single blared out, prompting the various, miscellaneously dressed people to dance and howl with laughter as more people turned up in fancy dress.
Legolas watched the scene before him as Father Christmas whirled a punk across the dance floor whilst a bunny girl, an octopus, and a fairy collapsed in a heap during a game of twister that some daft fool has pulled out.
"Good party." An Indian said, Legolas looked closer to see it was Tricia who grinned from under the huge feathered head dress.
"Yes it is Pocahontas." He grinned as she spotted Glorfindel and laughed, turning, he could see Glorfindel half way through his attempt of doing the Macarena, restrained by his temporary handicap of only having one arm (whilst the other arm gave his torso some inhumane bumps under the jacket.)
"Ah I see Cleopatra has arrived." Tricia pointed out to the door where Legolas did indeed see Cleopatra walk in. it wasn't until she got closer did he realise it was Serena under a wig and a lot of makeup.
He watched her join Glorfindel on the dance floor as the Macarena came to an end to be replaced by yet another pop single, his eyes wouldn't let her go as she bumped and grinded with the elf who laughed. Glorfindel looked up to see Legolas so rapt in watching Serena, his blue eyes half closed as he surveyed her and he knew at this moment Legolas was thinking intimate thoughts. From the way Legolas was awkwardly standing – very intimate thoughts. Glorfindel smiled as he gently tugged Serena towards Legolas, "Let's get a drink."
"Sure." She grinned and looked up to see Legolas and instantly stopped before him.
"Hi." She smiled then frowned as she took in his costume, "What are you suppose to be?"
"All for one and one for all." Glorfindel dropped the obvious clue as he returned from his unnoticeable absence armed with three shots.
"Oh yeah!" Serena exclaimed as she realised, her reaction was one that bought amusement to both faces of the elves, human emotions were sometimes were amusing to watch and understand.
"Let me guess, Cleopatra?" Glorfindel stroked his chin as he feigned he was deep in thoughts.
"The one and only." Serena grinned.
"I didn't recall Cleopatra being as this delectable did you?" Glorfindel turned to Legolas who smiled, "No, her legend about her unrivalled beauty are somewhat unfounded."
"You met Cleopatra?" Serena stared at them with surprise as Glorfindel ribbed Legolas, "Yes, well she did make a rather interesting offer to the both of us."
"And if I recall, you didn't quite live up to your own hype after all that wine you consumed."
"I thought I was still having a bad hang over when I came too and saw one particular elf getting it on with Egypt's finest in the bed that I laid on." Glorfindel fixed Legolas a pointed look as Legolas rolled his eyes, the motion giving him a strange, carefree vibe.
"Glorfindel...human present." Legolas pointed to Serena who stared at the both of them like they just turned into comedy clowns completed with bright luminous wigs and red noses.
"Don't get me started on Marie Antoinette..." Glorfindel grinned.
"Glorfindel..." Legolas warned his friend as he babbled on.
"...Or Elizabeth the first."
"I thought she died a virgin queen?" Serena rose an eyebrow as Glorfindel sniggered, "No, not with Legolas around, they should have renamed Legolas 'Mercy' as that's what the women cry out when..."
"Glorfindel!" Legolas snapped, he gave his friend a reproachful stare, aware that Serena was blushing. Glorfindel had the good grace to shut up as Legolas straightened up.
"Don't worry Glorfindel, maybe some other time we could discuss Legolas's numerous sex partners,." Serena smiled, Legolas widen his eyes as Glorfindel snorted on his drink then cackled. Serena fixed Legolas a sweet smile, one that Legolas had learnt over his long immortal life is when a woman was flirting. And rather boldly he smiled, "I wouldn't mind adding you to my list again Cleopatra."
"We'll see." She smiled then sipped her drink, the way those scarlet lips curled over the glass and how the wine made those heavenly, taboo, erotic lips shine in the lights like a woman who just brought her lover to the peak of desire with her mouth...
"Let's see you work off your sexual energy by some dancing!" Glorfindel grabbed the pair of them and pulled them towards the dance floor where a song by Steps started up, involving a lot of complicated dance routines and general chaos as people tried in vain to remember whether the turn came before the step or vice versa.
"Tragedy!" the song proclaimed as Glorfindel lead them into some vivid hand motions.
"When the feeling's gone and you cant go on, it's Tragedy!"
"Fuck!" Serena cursed as she mucked up the routine as she watched everyone around her smoothly keep in time and rhythm. Even Legolas proved himself a capable dancer as he grinned whenever the chorus came into play.
"When the morning cries and you don't know why, its hard to bear with no one to love you, you're going no where!"
"Why are we dancing to this crappy song anyway?" Serena moaned when she gave up trying to follow the chaotic dance routine.
"Cos it's fun!" Glorfindel laughed as he grabbed her and spun her around, "Come the song's changing anyway."
He was right too, it changed to The Birdie Song and this time Legolas's groans joined that of Serena's. But Glorfindel refused to relinquish his prisoners just yet. Only after they made a fool of themselves for another two songs did Glorfindel allow them to retire to get some drinks.
"Great party." Serena smiled as she ladled some punch into some cups held out by Legolas who smiled, "Good company that's why."
"Glorfindel certainly knows how to let his hair down!" Serena smiled as she watched the elf who was now dancing to night fever.
"Always was a bit of a party animal." Legolas smiled, right then the music changed and some slowly song came on and couples drifted onto the dance floor. And at that moment Serena felt her mouth go dry as she looked at Legolas was busy somewhat busy sipping his drink and watching the dancers. Her mind screaming at her to ask him but her sudden shyness made her stomach lurch dangerously, she sipped the punch but it didn't do anything to remove the dryness of her throat and she cleared her throat nosily.
"Erm...Legolas?" she started, looking over at the elf, "Hmm?" was his nonchalant reply as he continue admiring the view.
"Would you...would you like to dance?" he turned and looked at her, a smile slowly eased onto his lips as he put down his drink. "I'd like that." He took her hand and allowed her to lead the way to the dance floor, his heart thumping with excitement of the uncharted night to come. Who knows?
Serena slowed down and turned to face Legolas, his eyes regarding hers as he gently held her and began swaying to the music. She was very much aware of how his body fitted against hers, all in the right places as his hands tightened their hold round her waist. His unique, masculine scent soothed her senses as she inhaled a musk combined of freshly fallen rain with that of a forest. She suppressed a groan when a spiral of lust whirled up inside her as she shifted from foot to foot. Her heart skipped a beat when his face leaned close against hers and the delicious rumble of his voice echoed in her ear, "You know I've been thinking about you."
"Me?" she squeaked at how intimate it was all sounding as he smiled and nodded.
"What were you thinking?" she asked.
"I was thinking..." he hesitated as if he didn't want to say much more but when she looked up at him, he continued. His eyes looked troubled as his arms round her waist gave her a comforting squeeze.
"If you could ever forgive me?"
Serena smiled, that didn't really needed time to think upon. Despite all he's done, she forgave him. Why? Because something inside of her wanted to.
"I forgiven you Legolas."
"I don't think I deserve your forgiveness." Legolas frowned as Serena watched his face, so many expressions that are held in one being as she watched him. From the way the hat kept slipping over his forehead into his eyes, the way his hair shone in the lights of the party and the way his eyes held her own.
"Kiss me." She breathed as she felt herself lose control, she fought a loosing battle to regain control over her desires. She needed him, she wanted him, now.
Legolas smiled a handsome smile that made her stomach twist then obediently bowed his head and claimed her lips gently at first but then hunger for her and her long absent touch made him deepen the kiss. Fire upon fire, wave upon wave and no forces of nature could match such sweet intensity felt in that kiss. All the pain, loneliness and sorrow faded away to leave behind raw, burning desire that pounded away, breaking down those walls, destroying all forces against it and sweeping them along, lost but not caring.
It was later that Glorfindel found them, slumped and intertwined with each other upon a couch in a dark corner of the hall, oblivious to all party goers around them.
Glofindel smiled.
Maybe they did deserve each other.
A/N – thank you for your many comments regarding my grammar errors. Forgive me but I'm deaf and I do not always hear things as they should be, hence me putting things down wrong on the page as I hear them rather than how they should be! No excuse I know! I will try to get someone to beta it for me. White roses for me – yes, do you know how I can get a beta?
Many thanks to you all and email me with whatever comes to mind – I don't care!
Upon This Party Night
He laid there in the cold light of the moon as it shone through the bay window of his bedroom. He hadn't closed the curtains as he didn't wish to shield himself away from such a beautiful night that illuminated the sky outside. The frost had already chilled the glass and shone like a fine sprinkling of glitter on the window still and all over the lands surrounding the mansion. Alone he slept, allowing his eyes to close, a truly deep sleep for an elf. His naked torso bleached bone white in the light, the sensual shadows of his muscles highlighting his lithely built body. In his sleep, his arms flexed, the movement echoed in his upper muscles, showing the power he harnessed in those arms upon the archery field. His fingers twitched, calloused by wear of swords, horses tack and general hard living, then he whispered a wordless murmur as he gently stirred, the bed sheet wrapping tighter round his waist, revealing its secret that this elf was wearing nothing underneath. He rolled his head to face the window, the silver light bathed his face in a pure, divine glow as beneath his eyelids his eyes moved.
He was dreaming.
His hand slipped under the pillow as he rolled onto his stomach with another wordless murmur but even in his sleep he was restless. He kept moving as if he was trying to get comfortable and from his mouth erupted a sigh. He laid out on his back as another sigh broke free, his legs slowly moving beneath the sheet as if he was rubbing them along some invisible partner, the growth of his arousal caused the sheet to tent as his breathing became more heavier. His head rolled to the side again as his fingers gripped the bed sheet as if he was in the throes of desire.
And then came the clear evidence of who he was dreaming about... "Serena." He whispered.
A low groan escaped his lips as his body bucked against some unseen force when suddenly he jerked upright on the bed, eyes wide open and chest heaving. His fingers gripped the sheet as he calmed himself.
Such a vivid dream!
Such an erotic dream!
Such a...dream!
He stared down to see his erection, painfully large and throbbing and he groaned. He let his head fall back down onto the pillow and attempted to will away that dream but powerful fragments of raw, erotic emotions remained, fresh and crystal clear in his mind and so with a low feral groan emitting from his throat, he snaked his hand down to finish the job that dream had started for him. That Serena had started for him. With long, masterful and powerful strokes, it wasn't long until he came. Reaching that unique heaven on his own. He laid there for some time afterwards, staring at the ceiling with Serena going round in his head.
Curse her!
He'll have her one way or another. He entertained himself with the thoughts of finding her room, bursting in and making love to her but he pushed such foolish notions from his head. Haven't his long immortal life taught him anything concern sex, women and love?
Then why, after countless millennia's does he feel young, green and foolish around Serena?
Maybe he still had much to learn?
Maybe he still need to learn what love is.
Powerful what the subconscious mind does isn't it? It can alter one's mind whilst asleep. When you slumber do you make your decisions there and then, yet when you awake you cannot recall ever making that decision until such a time comes? Do we exist in another realm when asleep?
And why are so many dreams powerful?
What provoked Martin Luther King's famous speech of "I have a dream"?
Where do so many songwriters get their ideas from?
What do we learn? Is something trying to tell us something? Why does so many books on interpreting dreams sell well?
For it was in Legolas's dream did it became clear what he truly wanted. All logic abandoned him as his body and soul reacted to his deep desire. And as much as he tries to ignore it, the want and need of a soul is something too powerful to ignore. He must heed to his call and accept it, whatever the consequences may be. For it's in dreams we find out things about ourselves, good and bad and it's too in dreams we find our answers.
"WHAT THE FUCK IS SHE DOING HERE?!" a scream punctuated the stillness of the following Friday morning. All stable hands turned to look at the mansion where the shrill voice echoed from and the horses shifted uneasily, comically the birds stopped singing and Glorfindel who was riding with Serena grimaced. Even Serena herself could hear despite being at the far end of the paddock nearest to the mansion and she could guess who screamed and what for.
Serena.
Inside the mansion, Anarwen's scream still echoed off the walls as Legolas stood against the closed door, his eyes wide and ears vibrating as he stared at the wild woman who flung out her hand and smashed the crystal decanter set.
"Bugger..." he cursed as he eyes the shards, that was a gift from Elrond, a thank you gift for when he last completed a mission. Successfully, he might add. And as for the most recent, unsuccessful mission? Well he was paying for it now by being miles away from his kind, with an elleth howling blue murder in his ears and the woman he think he loves outside somewhere.
"Serenity Jason!" Anarwen spat, she had found out who Serena was and wasn't taking it at all well.
"Why did Elrond send her down here? After all she's done to you?" Anarwen paced the room as Legolas replied, "To be fair, she suffered as well."
"Suffered? Oh I'll make her suffer!" Anarwen went to the door but Legolas clamped his hands on her shoulders and tried to sooth her. "She wants answers and she'll get them. How would you feel if you wake up after a year and find the life you knew was destroyed?"
"Not to mention that you slept with her when you shouldn't." Anarwen spat.
"I thought we been through this...it was a mistake." Legolas raked his fingers through his hair as Anarwen finally sat down, her huge blue eyes staring back at him filled with unspeakable hostility.
"Have you told her that?" she asked, the silence that was her reply told her more than she wished for as she began to fume, "Have you told her you regretted that moment?"
"No dammit! It was good I can't deny that!" Legolas snapped, his eyes for one moment looked as if he was ready to destroy this room, his hands fisted and his breathing irregular, but seeing Anarwen crawl towards him on her hands and knees with feline grace halted his mood as he watched with curiousity.
"I can make you forget her." She reached out and grasped his belt, pulling him by his waist over to him, she smiled as her fingers started unbuckling his belt and unzipping his flies. She then reached inside and grasped her prize but Legolas wasn't in the mood no more, he pulled away and scowled, doing up his flies and belt.
"It's over." He muttered, the dream coming back to him. It was Serena he wanted, not Anarwen.
"What?" she snapped, despite hearing what he did say.
"It's over!"
"You can't. don't you love no more?"
"I'll give you till after the party tonight then you'll leave." Legolas replied, his voice cold and devoid of emotions, in truth he always known he never loved her. She was there as a distraction, something to take his mind off things. Someone to take his mind off Serena. He knew he couldn't hide it no more.
"Serena's behind this isn't she? How dare she..."
"Serena has nothing to do with this, just you and me." He yelled so loud that the room seem to shudder with his voice.
"No, really? Well you better watch over her because I wont be held accountable for my actions when I do see her." Anarwen gave a bitter laugh and threw a vase at Legolas but it smashed against the closed door that Legolas just departed through.
Revenge in a form of a woman who cannot get what she wants is deadly, she'll resort to anything in her books to make others suffer, to feel her pain, to fear her. Anarwen's anger will be the downfall of all, maybe Legolas could have found a better way to split up with her, but has anyone ever had a pain free split? Its easy to blame her but it wasn't her fault that Legolas's heart belonged to another, it wasn't her fault that the man she cared about slept with another. And it wasn't her fault she was packing her bags and loading her car to journey back to London, she couldn't hang around to see the victor displaying her prize.
Later that night, there was to be a party in the den, a large hall in the mansion decked out in fairy lights, lanterns and candles among other bright and cheery decorations. Everyone was to wear fancy dress as this was the staff Christmas party for the following day was Christmas eve. Cookie the cook was busy warming up vast amounts of punch, slipping the last of the mince pies on plates and arranging the food on the plates when Legolas walked into the room.
Cookie grinned when she saw what he has chosen to dress up as.
A musketeer.
From the big hat with ostrich feather plumage to the scarlet red cloak strapped over his shoulder to the knee length boots and to complete the look, a rather fine looking sword which hung from his belt.
She slapped his hand away as he tried in vain to reach a canapé, "I noticed that Anarwen have left us earlier." She simply said, Legolas in the past has always came to her when he needed a soul to confide in, certainly about Anarwen.
"She's gone."
"I'm sorry."
"I'm not." He shrugged.
"I've watched the two of you together and I could see you weren't meant to be, what took you so long to realise this?"
"A love for another." He replied, silently looking around the hall, Tricia has done well with the decorations.
Cookie went to open her mouth to say something but the door opened and Glorfindel entered. Legolas's lips twitched as he surveyed his friends costume.
"Admiral Nelson." Glorfindel pointed out. Indeed he did look like the old lord of the seas, with his hat, eye patch and the jacket with its sleeve pinned across his chest. Glorfindel was there at the battle of Trafalgar, on board the HMS Victory. He was one of a few elders who were sea worthy and able to resist the call of the sea. Hence his great love for anything of the ocean.
"I should have known." Legolas smirked as Glorfindel's hand that wasn't clad in the pinned sleeve crept out under the jacket and grabbed a mince pie, successfully avoiding a rap across his knuckles from Cookie.
Sam turned up in an ingenious costume of a headless horse man and whilst Legolas talked to his head which was nestled under the crook of his arm, the party got busier as people started turning up. Someone turned on the CD player and some cheesy pop single blared out, prompting the various, miscellaneously dressed people to dance and howl with laughter as more people turned up in fancy dress.
Legolas watched the scene before him as Father Christmas whirled a punk across the dance floor whilst a bunny girl, an octopus, and a fairy collapsed in a heap during a game of twister that some daft fool has pulled out.
"Good party." An Indian said, Legolas looked closer to see it was Tricia who grinned from under the huge feathered head dress.
"Yes it is Pocahontas." He grinned as she spotted Glorfindel and laughed, turning, he could see Glorfindel half way through his attempt of doing the Macarena, restrained by his temporary handicap of only having one arm (whilst the other arm gave his torso some inhumane bumps under the jacket.)
"Ah I see Cleopatra has arrived." Tricia pointed out to the door where Legolas did indeed see Cleopatra walk in. it wasn't until she got closer did he realise it was Serena under a wig and a lot of makeup.
He watched her join Glorfindel on the dance floor as the Macarena came to an end to be replaced by yet another pop single, his eyes wouldn't let her go as she bumped and grinded with the elf who laughed. Glorfindel looked up to see Legolas so rapt in watching Serena, his blue eyes half closed as he surveyed her and he knew at this moment Legolas was thinking intimate thoughts. From the way Legolas was awkwardly standing – very intimate thoughts. Glorfindel smiled as he gently tugged Serena towards Legolas, "Let's get a drink."
"Sure." She grinned and looked up to see Legolas and instantly stopped before him.
"Hi." She smiled then frowned as she took in his costume, "What are you suppose to be?"
"All for one and one for all." Glorfindel dropped the obvious clue as he returned from his unnoticeable absence armed with three shots.
"Oh yeah!" Serena exclaimed as she realised, her reaction was one that bought amusement to both faces of the elves, human emotions were sometimes were amusing to watch and understand.
"Let me guess, Cleopatra?" Glorfindel stroked his chin as he feigned he was deep in thoughts.
"The one and only." Serena grinned.
"I didn't recall Cleopatra being as this delectable did you?" Glorfindel turned to Legolas who smiled, "No, her legend about her unrivalled beauty are somewhat unfounded."
"You met Cleopatra?" Serena stared at them with surprise as Glorfindel ribbed Legolas, "Yes, well she did make a rather interesting offer to the both of us."
"And if I recall, you didn't quite live up to your own hype after all that wine you consumed."
"I thought I was still having a bad hang over when I came too and saw one particular elf getting it on with Egypt's finest in the bed that I laid on." Glorfindel fixed Legolas a pointed look as Legolas rolled his eyes, the motion giving him a strange, carefree vibe.
"Glorfindel...human present." Legolas pointed to Serena who stared at the both of them like they just turned into comedy clowns completed with bright luminous wigs and red noses.
"Don't get me started on Marie Antoinette..." Glorfindel grinned.
"Glorfindel..." Legolas warned his friend as he babbled on.
"...Or Elizabeth the first."
"I thought she died a virgin queen?" Serena rose an eyebrow as Glorfindel sniggered, "No, not with Legolas around, they should have renamed Legolas 'Mercy' as that's what the women cry out when..."
"Glorfindel!" Legolas snapped, he gave his friend a reproachful stare, aware that Serena was blushing. Glorfindel had the good grace to shut up as Legolas straightened up.
"Don't worry Glorfindel, maybe some other time we could discuss Legolas's numerous sex partners,." Serena smiled, Legolas widen his eyes as Glorfindel snorted on his drink then cackled. Serena fixed Legolas a sweet smile, one that Legolas had learnt over his long immortal life is when a woman was flirting. And rather boldly he smiled, "I wouldn't mind adding you to my list again Cleopatra."
"We'll see." She smiled then sipped her drink, the way those scarlet lips curled over the glass and how the wine made those heavenly, taboo, erotic lips shine in the lights like a woman who just brought her lover to the peak of desire with her mouth...
"Let's see you work off your sexual energy by some dancing!" Glorfindel grabbed the pair of them and pulled them towards the dance floor where a song by Steps started up, involving a lot of complicated dance routines and general chaos as people tried in vain to remember whether the turn came before the step or vice versa.
"Tragedy!" the song proclaimed as Glorfindel lead them into some vivid hand motions.
"When the feeling's gone and you cant go on, it's Tragedy!"
"Fuck!" Serena cursed as she mucked up the routine as she watched everyone around her smoothly keep in time and rhythm. Even Legolas proved himself a capable dancer as he grinned whenever the chorus came into play.
"When the morning cries and you don't know why, its hard to bear with no one to love you, you're going no where!"
"Why are we dancing to this crappy song anyway?" Serena moaned when she gave up trying to follow the chaotic dance routine.
"Cos it's fun!" Glorfindel laughed as he grabbed her and spun her around, "Come the song's changing anyway."
He was right too, it changed to The Birdie Song and this time Legolas's groans joined that of Serena's. But Glorfindel refused to relinquish his prisoners just yet. Only after they made a fool of themselves for another two songs did Glorfindel allow them to retire to get some drinks.
"Great party." Serena smiled as she ladled some punch into some cups held out by Legolas who smiled, "Good company that's why."
"Glorfindel certainly knows how to let his hair down!" Serena smiled as she watched the elf who was now dancing to night fever.
"Always was a bit of a party animal." Legolas smiled, right then the music changed and some slowly song came on and couples drifted onto the dance floor. And at that moment Serena felt her mouth go dry as she looked at Legolas was busy somewhat busy sipping his drink and watching the dancers. Her mind screaming at her to ask him but her sudden shyness made her stomach lurch dangerously, she sipped the punch but it didn't do anything to remove the dryness of her throat and she cleared her throat nosily.
"Erm...Legolas?" she started, looking over at the elf, "Hmm?" was his nonchalant reply as he continue admiring the view.
"Would you...would you like to dance?" he turned and looked at her, a smile slowly eased onto his lips as he put down his drink. "I'd like that." He took her hand and allowed her to lead the way to the dance floor, his heart thumping with excitement of the uncharted night to come. Who knows?
Serena slowed down and turned to face Legolas, his eyes regarding hers as he gently held her and began swaying to the music. She was very much aware of how his body fitted against hers, all in the right places as his hands tightened their hold round her waist. His unique, masculine scent soothed her senses as she inhaled a musk combined of freshly fallen rain with that of a forest. She suppressed a groan when a spiral of lust whirled up inside her as she shifted from foot to foot. Her heart skipped a beat when his face leaned close against hers and the delicious rumble of his voice echoed in her ear, "You know I've been thinking about you."
"Me?" she squeaked at how intimate it was all sounding as he smiled and nodded.
"What were you thinking?" she asked.
"I was thinking..." he hesitated as if he didn't want to say much more but when she looked up at him, he continued. His eyes looked troubled as his arms round her waist gave her a comforting squeeze.
"If you could ever forgive me?"
Serena smiled, that didn't really needed time to think upon. Despite all he's done, she forgave him. Why? Because something inside of her wanted to.
"I forgiven you Legolas."
"I don't think I deserve your forgiveness." Legolas frowned as Serena watched his face, so many expressions that are held in one being as she watched him. From the way the hat kept slipping over his forehead into his eyes, the way his hair shone in the lights of the party and the way his eyes held her own.
"Kiss me." She breathed as she felt herself lose control, she fought a loosing battle to regain control over her desires. She needed him, she wanted him, now.
Legolas smiled a handsome smile that made her stomach twist then obediently bowed his head and claimed her lips gently at first but then hunger for her and her long absent touch made him deepen the kiss. Fire upon fire, wave upon wave and no forces of nature could match such sweet intensity felt in that kiss. All the pain, loneliness and sorrow faded away to leave behind raw, burning desire that pounded away, breaking down those walls, destroying all forces against it and sweeping them along, lost but not caring.
It was later that Glorfindel found them, slumped and intertwined with each other upon a couch in a dark corner of the hall, oblivious to all party goers around them.
Glofindel smiled.
Maybe they did deserve each other.
