CHOICES IN LOVE

Disclaimer: The title LotR and its brilliant characters belongs to the great mind of J.R.R Tolkien. As for the others, Miya (Mee-yah) and the rest, they're part of my hyperactive imaginative mind.

A/N: I LOVE Legolas, not Orlando Bloom. BIG, VERY BIG, difference. Ya'll can have O.B. for all I care, just let me have Legolas.

A/N: HEATED SCENES ON THIS ONE! BE FOREWARNED!

Chapter 14

"Legolas?" she timidly asked when she was inside his inner sanctum. It hadn't changed much from the time they had been children, it was still airy and full of his personality with earthen and wooden touches around the room. But one thing changed, it was no longer the room of a young boy but of a man. Masculinity came from every direction as if Legolas had placed his being into the room. It was dark already, nearing eight in the eve and the moon was shining fully. Only a couple of candles were lit in the room. "Legolas?" she repeated softly.

"At last, my assailant came to visit me," a lazy, mocking voice came from her side.

Miya traced the voice and walked nearer to his bed, a flash of regret washed over her face when she saw the stitched shoulder, his entire torso was bared for her to see. "I guess it is only appropriate to apologize," she said, her voice trailing. Her eyes were straying downwards to his chest and thoughts that she shouldn't be thinking crept into her mind.

Legolas' grinned at that and said, "Apologize, really? Or survey what you see?" he teased.

Miya snapped her eyes to meet his and gave him a warning glance. "It was an accident. We both know that but I am truly sorry. I did tell you not to come nearer!"

"Apology accepted. Come, come closer. You need not to stand up there, sit here," he said, patting the space next to him.

Oh dear, Miya thought helplessly. What she saw was nothing disappointing, quite the contrary in fact! Pure muscle covered his torso and though they weren't that prominent, it gave him a lean, strong look. His broad chest was partly covered by his silky hair, the two thin braids still intact.

"Don't tell me that you are afraid?" he asked with a teasing manner. "I am not going to ravish you Miya, I am just going to talk to you. If I had a choice, I would have chosen to wear a tunic first but I cannot with this stitches on me," he explained, holding out his hand to her.

Breathing deep, asking for strength to get over this ordeal, she placed a hand over his and let him pull her next to him. His smooth, taut skin came into contact with her and she had to shiver. "Cold?" Legolas asked, pulling up the fur blankets that he had, snuggling next to her for added warmth.

But her sense came to her as quickly as she fantasized about him. "What do you want to talk about Legolas? It seems like whenever you say you want to talk, something happens. That something always is bad, for example your arm. Maybe we should cease talking and just ignore whatever you need to tell me," she suggested, trying to wring her body out of his arm. She heard him wince when she moved. The wound was on the other side but she must have caused him pain somehow.

"No, you know what I need to tell you and you have heard it this afternoon. I am beginning to love you the way that I really should Miya," he said truthfully to her, looking down at her confused eyes. She was avoiding his gaze by all means. "Look at me Miya," he patiently waited for her to do so. "Miya..."

"I cannot, why? For I know I will lose myself to you. And you know very well that I am in love with someone else and it will never work out. My love for Gregor is still here," she said, touching her chest, remembering his face. "It would mean betrayal on my part if I let go—"

"I know somewhere inside of you, you are beginning to like me again. To trust me again, I have never been wrong about you before Miya," he interrupted, carefully choosing his words.

"Oh really? You were wrong when you thought that I wasn't going to shoot you this afternoon," she retorted, glancing up at him for a split-second.

"You weren't going to shoot me for any matter Miya. You stumbled upon a rock," he said, challenging her to prove him wrong. He paused and moved her closer to him. "What is it that you're afraid of my love?"

"You,"

There was no hesitation in her voice and the sureness of her voice broke Legolas' voice. She didn't dare look up at him for she knew that she wouldn't bear the pain it would wield.

"Me? Care to explain on that?"

"You ARE going to hurt me again Legolas. One doesn't simply leave one alone, more hurts will come our path and I simply cannot live with the pain you gave me once again! I simply cannot bear it again!" she said, her voice rising. But it was cut off by the bruising kiss that Legolas delivered to her.

Legolas coaxed her mouth to open, to do this erotic dance with him as he knew she desired but denied herself. He sucked her tongue slowly and he heard her moan something incoherent and deciphered it as his name. Placing his hand at the back of her head, he devoured her mouth slowly and kissed her as if she was the air he breathed. Miya's didn't have a choice, one simple did not refuse a kiss like that... Her traitorous body responding to the kiss and her arms digging at the silken strands of his hair that she had longed to feel.

He traced wet kisses at the side of her mouth and propped up her back to the pillows, his hands having a mind of their own slipped inside of her shirt and to her stomach. "Legolas, no," she moaned pushing his hands away from her bare skin. But redemption was too far away to reach for Legolas had set his mind on her and wasn't backing out on his plan. "You said...you weren't..." Miya said in between kisses.

"I lied," he said swiftly, removing her shirt in one fluid motion. "My Miya, so beautiful and warm," he muttered, feeling her skin against his bare chest. She looked up at him in horror as he touched her breasts.

"Legolas," she said with a panicky note, trying to brush away his hands. But he merely chuckled and bowed his head to the soft mounds of flesh and sucked it. Nothing seemed to be wrong after that, Miya moaned wantonly at the sensations Legolas seemed to evoke in her. His hair tickling her chest as he lavished as much attention to her right breast to her left. Her body arched in pleasure at what assault he was doing to her body.

To her great surprise, he was also bare waist down and didn't notice it for it had been covered by the fur blankets. How Legolas now removed her trousers, she would never know. All she did understand then was his tongue flickering on her breasts and how he sucked the little vein on her neck as his hands tangled themselves on her tresses. But it seemed like Legolas still had some self-restraint in him. He pulled up his head and looked straight into her eyes intently. "After this, there is no turning back Almiya. You know that there is no turning back," he whispered to her tenderly.

Miya gave him her answer in the sweetest possible way, she tilted her head and reach up to his mouth to kiss him to engage him in another sensual battle of tongues. "Ah my sweet, so soft and beautiful," he reached down to her womanhood and touched her and in his delight found her to be ready for him.

Now was when Miya really did look panicked. "Legolas," but he wasn't listening so she pulled his head nearer to his lips. "Legolas, I have not slept with another elf," she said softly to him, her eyes shining.

Those eight words left him dumbfounded and weak. This stopped him and so he placed his head on its favorite place: the crook of Miya's neck. His breath was fast and heavy, sweat had already formed a sheen on both their bodies. "Legolas? Is something the matter? Don't be angry at me..." she said timidly, moving away from him. Ashamed of what she had revealed to him. But he didn't let her get away that far for he gathered her to him closer.

Gazing down on the beloved face, his hair hiding both their faces, he lowered down his head slowly and kissed her. It wasn't the wild kisses that he gave her a while ago but of tenderness and love. He kissed her eyelids and said, "I love your beautiful green eyes, for they show me the real you...your small nose that crinkles when you laugh...your ears that hear my coming no matter how quiet I try to...," he kissed her lips lastly. "And your lips where words that make me wonder why I didn't realize how precious you are to me sooner," he said. "I am neither angry or disappointed at you, you made me love you even more Almiya Starwen. And yes, I will hurt you again," he explained and regretted what he said when a look of fear passed through her face. "For only a few seconds but I swear to you, I will bring you to a place where pain doesn't exist. Do you trust me?"

Miya closed her eyes and opened them, shining brightly and nodded. "I know shouldn't but in my heart it is saying I should,"

"My darling elf," Legolas said, kissing her again, leaving her breathless. But he couldn't hold on any further, he carefully adjusted his position and penetrated him shaft into her hot folds. A gasp came from her that was swallowed by his kisses. "Easy, love, easy," he said, pushing a little father, filling her, until he reached her maidenhead. He sensed her fear after that, "If I could take away the pain, I would Miya, believe me, I would." And after that, with one stroke, the veil was torn. With a muffled cry from the elleth, Legolas could only whisper sweet assurances to her.

Moments later, she spoke, touching his face with her hands. "I am all right Legolas," she said softly with a smile. With that, Legolas took his cue. Moving slowly, he stroked in and out of her warmth and perspired from the pleasure it brought. Miya was a fast learner, meeting his every stroke, making both of them writhe with pleasure. The pace became faster as both of them became wild with frenzy. Miya contracted and screamed Legolas' name when shudders of pleasure broke into her body as if she was in a never-ending journey. Legolas came a few seconds after Miya and it was as great as her own, repeating her name over and over after pouring his seed into her.

It took them a good minute or two to recover themselves. Legolas kissed Miya's temple and gather her body against his, not having any intentions of letting her go. He slept contentedly that night, with Miya's dark hair spilling over his arm that was miraculously kept stitched after their lovemaking. Their breathing as one and their heartbeats, beating as one as it was meant to be.

Hehe, you liked that didn't ya? Nice mental image of our dear elf...evil look Now let's see what he will do the morning after. :)