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Chapter 14: Dream a Little Dream
Elrohir stopped moving mid-wave, his arms stuck out to the sides, his mouth open in an "O".
All eyes were focused on Legolas as Elladan slipped behind Elrohir, closing Elrohir's mouth with a snap and pushing his arms down. This earned Elladan a nasty look from his twin.
Legolas' eyes refused to focus for a moment before they landed on Elrond. Legolas took in the purpling marks on the elder elf's neck. Legolas' eyes locked with Elrond's as he spoke, "I did that."
It wasn't a question. Elrond caught the look of sorrow and shame reflecting in Legolas' eyes before he turned away from the group.
Elrond stood from his seat, motioning for Gandalf to take it as he went and sat on the end of Legolas' bed.
Legolas stared at the wall, refusing to meet anyone's eyes. He flinched away as Elrond touched the prince's leg.
"Legolas," Elrond spoke softly, waving his sons back as they tried to approach the bed. "Legolas Greenleaf!" Elrond spoke again, sternly this time.
When Legolas finally turned his head back, Elrond could clearly see unshed tears shining in the fair elf's eyes.
"Legolas, this," Elrond motioned to the marks on his neck, "is not your fault. You were not in control."
"I attacked you," Legolas' words were barely a whisper.
"No, YOU did not. I will not discuss this further. You are not at fault here. No one is. You have no control over how or when these visions manifest themselves. Although I may have thought of a solution to that," Elrond reassured the now trembling elf.
Elrond looked over his shoulder at Gandalf who had taken his previously vacated seat. Gandalf met Elrond's questing gaze and raised his eyebrows in an expression of, Who, me? Elrond frowned at the old Ishtari before turning back to Legolas. Just as Elrond opened his mouth to speak Gandalf cut him off.
"Elrond and I believe we have come up with a way to, at the very least, minimize the physical aspect of these visions. There is nothing we can do about what you see and feel, but at least no one will get hurt, most importantly you," the white wizard explained.
As Gandalf started Elrond threw him a look that could only be described as withering. A lesser being would have caved at it. As it was, Aragorn caught a glimpse of it and shied away while Gandalf simply ignored it.
I don't even want to think about how many millennia Ada spent perfecting that look. Aragorn shuddered inwardly.
Elrond turned back to the still shaking prince. As Gandalf spoke Elrond placed a hand on the fair elf's thigh, just above the knee. Elrond closed his eyes and chanted quietly in elvish, letting the healing powers within him flow into the younger elf until he no longer felt Legolas shaking. Elrond removed his hand, opening his eyes to find Legolas' gaze locked with Gandalf's.
"How is that possible?" Legolas' whisper was like a prayer, hope hiding in the intonations.
A ghost of a smirk crossed Elrond's face as he answered the question, cutting Gandalf off, as a fleeting look of annoyance passed over Gandalf's features.
"Hypnotism," Elrond declared to a cacophony of silence.
A small sound off to Elrond's side caused him to glance in that direction where his twin sons were holding each other, obviously trying not to break into hysterical laughter. Elrond raised one regal brow as the two collapsed on the floor in a twitching pile.
"Yes, hypnotism. It is very seldom used because we elves so greatly respect the sanctity of the mind," Elrond watched out of the corner of his eye as Estel inched his way over to the still-twitching pile of twins. Elrond looked back to Legolas, whose gaze had returned to the elf lord. "What Gandalf and I will do is plant a post-hypnotic suggestion in your mind. A word, that upon hearing you will be unable to move until you hear the release word."
"But couldn't anyone take advantage of me or accidentally activate it?" Legolas worried.
By now Aragorn was standing over Elladan and Elrohir. The twins had their foreheads pressed together, their eyes closed. They were whispering and gasping to each other in elvish, trying to conjure a mental image that would kill their restrained laughter.
Elrohir, "Glorfindel naked…"
Elladan, "No. Galadriel and Celeborn…"
Stifled snort Elrohir, "Not working…Arwen and Estel in Ada's study…"
A gasp from Aragorn at that last
Elladan, "Still not working…"
Aragorn bent down over the two and interjected his own thought, "The witch-king and Saruman in Osilligath naked…"
The twins' eyes flew open and identical glares were aimed up at their adopted brother. They had stopped twitching and were screwing up their faces in the most horrible expressions.
"By the Valar…" Elrohir started. "Estel, that is just…" Elladan continued. "Eeeeeeeeewwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" they both chorused together as Aragorn stared down at his handiwork.
All eyes were on the twins as they sat up on the floor. All conversation had stopped at their exclamation.
"Thanks Estel. You really…"
"…know how to spoil the mood."
Elladan and Elrohir surveyed the glare they were receiving from Elrond, the lost look on Legolas' and Gandalf's inscrutable expression. Looking to each other then back to their audience they exclaimed, "What?!?"
Legolas tried to stifle a chuckle that turned into hiccups.
As Legolas tried to get rid of his hiccups Elrond ignored everyone but the fair-haired elf. Responding to his concerns Elrond reassured Legolas, "Only I, Gandalf and Aragorn will know the words."
This piece of news was met with outraged shouts from the Perendhil twins.
"Hey!"
"What about us?"
At that Elrond snapped at his elder sons, "Enough! All we need is the two of you pulling one of your incessant pranks. The purpose of this is to keep Legolas out of harms' way, not place him in the middle of its path!"
All three brothers shrank back at Elrond's tone. Elladan and Elrohir beat a hasty retreat to the door murmuring it was late and for Legolas to have a good night as they practically knocked each other over in their rush to get out of the room.
Elrond noticed Gandalf looking out at the darkness that now shrouded the balcony. It finally dawned on him how late the hour was. Elrond looked back to Legolas, anticipating the question in the fair elf's eyes, "Tomorrow, Legolas. Tomorrow we will do it. Tonight you need your rest. It has been an eventful day."
"Thank you Lord Elrond. As always you give me more than I deserve."
Elrond's eyes softened at the prince's formality. "Think nothing of it child. I am a healer after all and you are a part of my family as well. Rest now. Your body needs to heal."
Elrond stood to find Gandalf already at the door and Aragorn at his elbow.
"Let Arwen take a look at your neck," Aragorn murmured to his adopted father.
Elrond moved to protest, but seeing the concern in his son's eyes he relented, letting himself be pushed out of the door.
After Elrond passed through the portal Aragorn looked back at Legolas. "We are right next door. If anything happens I'm only seconds away."
Legolas summoned a brave smile for his old friend. "Thank you Aragorn."
"Sleep well, my friend, may your dreams be free of trouble," Aragorn answered as he closed the door quietly behind him.
Aragorn closed the door quietly and leaned back against it closing his eyes.
"Do not worry yourself Estel. Legolas should be fine," Elrond reassured his youngest.
Aragorn opened his eyes, looking at Elrond, doubt shining in your eyes, "How can you be so calm about all this? If anything things have gotten worse. Legolas attacked you!"
Elrond moved away heading to the next suite of rooms where Arwen was visible in the doorway. Aragorn followed closely behind as his father entered the room, greeting his beloved daughter.
"You are hurt Ada. Let me tend to that," Arwen spoke as she drew him over to a soft chair, pushing him into the seat.
As Arwen turned away Elrond looked up at the man who was king of Gondor, standing with his back to the now closed door, arms crossed over his chest.
"Apparently I am missing something here. Please, explain it to me," Aragorn demanded.
"The nature of Legolas' visions has changed," Elrond spoke slowly.
"Yes, they are manifesting physically and people are getting hurt," Aragorn accused as his wife threw him a warning glance before bending down to attend to her father's wounds.
"There is that aspect, yes, but the relevant point I believe is that this physical manifestation is not new, just different."
Aragorn's gaze softened as he listened, "Go on."
Elrond drew is brows together, eyes closing as Arwen touched a particularly painful spot on his neck. "There are marks, fading scars all over Legolas that he is hiding."
Aragorn's eyes widened as he sharply drew in a breath.
"Before now, Legolas has been helpless during the visions, experiencing these attacks along with this… woman, as if he were her or part of her. The exact experience I cannot be sure of. The point is, he was active this time. He was actually able to fight and apparently won," his voice strained.
"So what you mean is he, and she by extension are no longer helpless, at the mercy of whatever is happening," Aragorn questioned.
"Yes, something important has changed. She is no longer helpless. She is fighting back. That and events seem to be occurring simultaneously. Before, Legolas was experiencing the same visions over and over, as if they were memories. This is different. It would seem he is experiencing things as they occur. But not everything…" Elrond trailed off as Arwen glared at him and he tilted his head back giving her better access to his neck.
"No not everything, just events where she is experiencing very strong emotions. There is some kind of connection between them, that can't be denied. Perhaps it is the strength of the emotions that activates the link." Aragorn paused, his face thoughtful as a sudden burst of insight struck him.
Arwen already knew what had been going on. Aragorn kept no secrets from his wife. She also had been eavesdropping at Legolas' door for some time while the events of that afternoon took place. She had barely been able to get to her room when her twin brothers had made their hasty exit.
Arwen happened to look over her shoulder at her husband as inspiration stuck. She gave voice to the thought that had just entered his mind, "Perhaps this link works both ways…"
In his room Legolas' thoughts were following a vein similar to Aragorn and Elrond's conversation.
Anxiety was flooding Legolas' senses. Elrond had taken the swatch of silk from Legolas when he was forced to strip and his fingers ached to feel the material between his fingers. The fabric of his clothing pulled at his wounds. Elrond's gift had eased some of the pain momentarily, but it had returned with a vengeance. Everything seemed to hurt and he had acquired several new bruises when he fell to the floor after assaulting Elrond.
Biting his lip to keep from crying out, Legolas slid to the side of the bed, swinging his legs down. Standing slowly, he kept his weight on his better leg, peeling the sleeping shift off. He fell back onto the bed with a groan. Laying flat on his back, he unlaced his leggings, pushing them off his hips. Sitting up he pushed the leggings down his ankles. Grimacing, he placed one hand under each knee and lifted, letting his leggings finally drop to the floor. He sat for a moment, breathing heavily, his forearms resting on his thighs.
Legolas placed a hand on either side of his legs and pushed himself to his feet. He wavered for a moment before regaining his balance. He slowly and carefully made his way to the dresser, on top of which sat the bag of silk swatches. He placed both hands on the dresser, letting his arms take his weight for a moment. He reached into the bag and felt around for a moment before coming up with a deep green piece of sand-washed silk. Clutching the piece of fabric tightly in his fist he made his way back to his bed falling onto the mattress. He rolled to one side, pulling back one side of the coverlet then rolled the other way to free the rest.
Legolas slid between the covers, pulling his bow to him. He lay on his side, his bow against his chest, ankles wrapped around the lower limb, his left arm wrapped around the upper limb, choosing not to dwell on the sense of relief he felt being in that position. The wood was warm from him having spent most of the afternoon with it clutched to him.
The fingers of his right hand rubbed against the green swatch while his tongue moved against the roof of his mouth. He could feel the tension leaving his body with the movement. He let his head fall forward, his forehead resting against the bow's upper limb.
Legolas stared blankly out into the darkness surrounding the balcony finally allowing himself to reflect on everything that had happened.
The visions have changed. Today's were not simply new. They did not have the feel of memory that the others had. There was a sense of immediacy to them, like I was experiencing it as she was, with her, not just re-living it. She is no longer a victim. She never was, but now she is on the offensive. She has walked blindly into so many traps and lost, she now has such anger she is walking into another believing she will beat the odds since she is aware this time.
The visions weren't all violent either. But all of them have been so emotionally charged her emotions are almost physically palpable. Emotions. That must be the key. The only thing all the visions have had in common are overwhelming strong emotions. Perhaps the link we have is always there and it just needs strong emotions to active it. That is an avenue to explore at another time.
Legolas thought back to the vision in the cemetery. That is the only time we have been separate in a vision. All the other times, we were as one. Legolas decided to let his mind drift off in a totally different direction. He led his mind wander over what he had seen. Long flowing hair the color of blood whipping in the wind; her profile when she turned her head was clean and strong, her jaw set in determination. He remembered how she had spoken to him like she knew him and trusted him implicitly. Her tight-fitting leather clothing has left little to his imagination about how it was shaped.
The material clung to her like a second skin, moving with her. Her shoulders were broad, yet her figure was balanced. Her torso cut to a small waist and curved hips. She was built heavier than a she-elf, her frame tightly muscled but not overly so. He could clearly see the lines of the muscles in her thighs as she knelt. When he drew her into his arms he had felt the plane of her stomach and sensed the strength in her back and arms. They were just as defined as her legs.
Even before the vision where he drew his bow on Elrond he had realized she was an archer. When she had grasped his hand he had noticed the calluses there that matched his own. As he felt the tell-tale tightening in his loins Legolas realized the woman practically screamed sexuality and his body had not failed to notice. Just thinking about her was bringing him to a heightened state of arousal. She was a mystery he desperately wanted to solve, in more ways than one.
Who are you? I don't even really know what you look like. All you've given me are a few hints. I've only seen you from behind and your profile for but a moment. You're significantly shorter than I am, but strangely, when I held you, you seemed to fit perfectly in my embrace.
What am I doing? Getting myself worked up over some mystery woman who has caused me nothing but pain. But is any of this her fault really? No one knows how or why any of this is happening. Maybe there is a purpose here somewhere.
Legolas closed his eyes and let his mind wander where it wanted to, exploring this flaming woman, rather than try to fight it. As he drifted off to sleep a final thought struck him...
This is how she sleeps with her bow…
As I wake up my eyes begin to clear and I blink several times to bring the world into focus. I look to the beauty lying beside me, my arm draped across her waist. I smile. She's still asleep, lost in a dreamland.
I take my hand from her waist and begin tracing the lines of her face with my fingertips, ever so gently, reveling in her presence, not wishing to wake her just yet.
After a while she begins to stir under my touch. Noticing her growing awareness I draw the backs of my fingers against her cheek, trailing the tips along her jawline as I cup her face in my hand.
She turns into my touch, placing a kiss on the inside of my wrist. Rubbing her cheek against my palm she gives her assent for me to continue. She keeps her eyes shut, clearly reveling in the sensations I can produce in her.
I was already aroused when I woke next to her but the look on her face is quickly driving me to the edge. I refuse to lose control, twining the fingers of one hand with her smaller ones, squeezing gently. I keep her hand, reminding myself she is not yet fully awake. With my free hand I trace patterns across her face and neck, burying my face there to take a deep lingering breath. She smells like vanilla and honey, the dark and danger, something beyond description.
As I trail my hand down her arm she turns her head, tracing my ear with her tongue. Before I can turn my head away she manages to tease the pointed tip, forcing a groan from my lips. My hips rock forward, my erection making evident to her just how close I am to the edge.
"Melamin," I murmur huskily, pulling away slightly, not wanting to lose contact, but needing to regain my control. She knows exactly how she affects me.
I rest my head above her breast, my hair falling over my shoulder and spilling across her chest. I let my fingers continue their movements lazily moving to play with the jewelry she has in her belly-button. I tug on the tail of the angry-looking dragon and move to place a kiss on her stomach. I still do not understand why anyone would choose to force pieces of metal through their body, but it suits her, her nature, just adding to the puzzle she is to me.
My control finally regained I rest my hand on her waist, turning my head to trace her chin with the tip of my nose. I gently rub my face against hers teasing her with my lips. I purposefully avoid her lips, wishing to prolong the moment. I outline her ear with the tip of my nose, barely making contact. I can hear her heart race faster as our breaths shorten. The hand she had placed on my arm now rests above my heart. I know she is feeling the beat through her palm.
She still refuses to open her eyes. She is still guarded, despite everything. She is still afraid I will reject her, afraid that I will not like what I see in her eyes. I cannot blame her, for all the pain she has experienced.
I finally capture her lips in a lingering kiss, trying to convey to her reassurance. I deepen the kiss as her hand, now on my back, pulls me closer. I bring our joined hands next to her head as I slowly and thoroughly kiss her. I open my mouth slightly, teasing her lips open with my tongue. As our tongues begin a dance for dominance the kiss intensifies.
She pulls me fully on top of her, her fingers twined through my hair. Despite my greater height, I observe that we somehow seem to fit each other. I keep my weight on my elbows, keeping myself from fully pressing into her, knowing full well I'd have to have her right there if I did. As it is, the length of our bodies touching is driving me wild, my erection throbbing painfully between us.
She smiles into our kiss as I suddenly find myself on my back, her legs straddling my hips, our chests pressed together as our eyes finally meet. Her red hair forms a curtain around our faces as we look deeply into each other's eyes. I hesitate to pour the full depth of my feelings into that gaze, hoping she will not recoil.
She leans her head back slightly, a ghost of a smile gracing her lips as she proceeds to stick her tongue out at me! I wrinkle my nose at her expression and move my hands up from her hips where they had come to rest when she flipped us to tickle her mercilessly.
She squeals, sitting back on my hips, causing my eyes to roll back into my head at the pressure and friction her struggles are causing, but I refuse to lessen my onslaught. She retaliates, brushing her fingers against my stomach, forcing me to sit up. I trap her wrists with my hands, holding them in front of my chest. All movement ceased she raises one of her brows at me and proceeds to wiggle her ears!
"You know very well I can't do that," I tell her as I raise my own brow in a mirror reflection of her expression. She continues her attempts to tickle me till I decide I've had enough. Letting go of her wrists I pull her up against me, trapping her hands flat against my chest between us.
I lean my head forward, intending to kiss her again when she licks my nose! I let go of her and fall back on the bed, frantically wiping at my nose. "You are impossible!" I accuse, all too aware of her position between my legs.
She looks through the curtain of her hair and proceeds to blow a raspberry at me! The nerve of this woman! "You will NOT get away with that!" I warn.
"Oh really?" she taunts me, her tongue still sticking out at me. She pulls her legs up, tucking them under her chin as I swing my legs behind me, purposefully putting a serious look on my face.
I stalk towards her on hands and knees, her desire for me clearly written on her face. I catch her, pushing her back, trapping her head between my hands, my hair falling around us. I smile a wicked grim as I lean down to drag my tongue up the side of her face, pulling a half-hearted, "Eeeeewwww!!!" from her.
Laughing I drop down to claim her lips in a searing kiss that makes my toes curl. I keep my weight on my forearms, giving myself room to move as I trail kisses down her jaw and neck before returning to her mouth.
She is clearly aroused by now. I can smell it, the scent making me throb in anticipation. She moans softly into my mouth, her fingers rubbing the points of my ears. A low rumble starts deep in my chest as I begin to purr under her touch. I wonder that she is the only one who has ever been able to get that response from me. I slide one hand to her hip as she wraps one muscular leg around my hip.
Suddenly I find myself flying through the air to end up in a tangle of sheets by the side of the bed. She had flipped us right off the bed!
Laughing at where we suddenly found ourselves, I try to disentangle us from the sheets. She gets loose first, pushing me back as I move to stand. I manage to grab a pillow on the way down, smacking her with it.
She falls back onto the pile of sheets, a look of disbelief on her face. "You are soooo gonna pay for that!" she warns as she grabs her own pillow off the bed. I decide to bait her responding innocently, "Am I?" with a suggestive waggle of my brows.
She takes a swing at me, missing so completely that in my laughter I get caught in the head by her backswing. The hit sends me onto the bed, but I grab her pillow with my free hand as I fall back. Deciding I've had enough I yank on the pillow, pulling her onto the bed with me.
Far from having calmed my desire, this little game only served to arouse me further as we swatted at each other in earnest, feathers flying all around.
That's it. I drop my pillow, tackling her back onto the bed. He pillow ends up wedged between us and I take that moment to slow my breathing and bring my raging arousal under control. I watch as several feathers puff out of the pillow in time to our breathing.
She grips the pillow tightly as I reach in for a gentle, lingering kiss, infusing it with every bit of emotion and passion I feel for her. I pull away for a moment to gaze into her eyes, my own completely unguarded. Everything I feel is clearly visible there. I hear her heart skip a beat as I realize she's holding her breath.
A cold breeze blows against my back, causing me to shiver involuntarily. With a shake of my head I reach between us, pulling the pillow away. I lean into her, pushing her onto her back. I capture her mouth again. This time my kiss is more demanding. She wraps her legs around my hips as I let one hand lightly brush over her nipple. Her reaction is immediate. She moans into my mouth, her nails digging into my back as her hips arch into me, pressing against my already painful erection. I wonder if I can put up with this for very much longer as I moan along with her.
"LEGOLAS!!!"
Legolas shot up in bed at the sound of someone shouting his name, groaning as his body protested at the movement and fell back onto the bed eyes shut tightly against the bright light streaming in from the balcony.
"Well, at least you're awake now."
Hearing a feminine giggle, Legolas cracked one eye open looking toward the sound of the voice only to be met with the sight of a half-naked Aragorn standing at the foot of the bed with Arwen peeking out from behind him.
"What is going on? Why did you wake me?" Legolas rasped, his throat feeling like he had not used it in forever.
"I thought something had happened to you. We heard noises and wanted to make sure you were ok," Aragorn explained, studiously making sure he kept his eyes on Legolas'.
"You were moaning quite loudly," Arwen added, trying to hide her smile behind her hand as her gaze drifted down to the area of Legolas' hips.
Legolas followed her gaze only to realize that his raging hard-on had caused the coverlet to tent rather obviously. His eyes widening impossibly as he quickly rolled onto his side, pulling up the coverlet, his face flaming red.
He had awoken on his back, his left arm still twined around his bow, his right hand splayed across his abs, the piece of green silk trapped beneath. When he had sat up so suddenly, the coverlet had dropped to his waist, exposing his torso and the nearness of his hand to…
"You blush so becomingly Legolas," Arwen teased.
Aragorn looked at her incredulously, as she clearly decided Legolas had been teased enough. She looked at Legolas' horrified expression and winked, "I'll just leave you boys alone," before slipping out the door, presumably to return to her room.
Legolas' gaze shifted to Aragorn as the man raised his shoulders as if to say, don't ask me where that came from.
"Obviously you are alright. Good dream?" Aragorn asked.
Legolas let his head fall back on the pillow. Looking back at Aragorn's small knowing smile he answered, "You have no idea…"
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