The Return
Disclaimer: All belongs to Tolkien except for my characters Roslyn and Maethor – they are my own creations and are not meant to resemble anyone else's OCs in any way.
A/N: Thank you all so much for the great reviews for the last chapter! I'm not sure I'm going to keep going with the Rated M warnings because honestly…it's really all Rated M from here on out *grin*
Chapter 5: Hallway Rendezvous
Roslyn woke up and stretched languidly. She felt content and relaxed. After getting ready for the day, she made her way down to breakfast. Thranduil was already there so she seated herself happily next to him.
"Good morning," said cheerily.
"Morning! You seem to be in a good mood today," Tauriel chirped.
"Good morning, did you sleep well?" Thranduil replied softly as he gazed at her through the corner of his eye.
Roslyn swallowed a mouthful of food, suddenly feeling awkward. Tauriel sat across from her and looked between the two. Roslyn's face was red and she seemed much too interested in her food. Thranduil sat there watching her, pushing some fruit around on his plate. He looked away as soon as he realized Tauriel had caught him. This odd behavior continued between the two as they sat there and ate their breakfasts.
"Roslyn, you're about done, aren't you?"
"Umm," she looked at Tauriel, "Well I really just started…"
"Ok, good! So I'll just grab us some pastries and fruit! Let's go."
With her hands full of food, she walked around the table and nudged her friend with her elbow. Confused, Roslyn stood up and followed the elleth out. Maethor and Thranduil sat there for a moment before looking at each other in bewilderment.
…
"Alright, alright! You can stop shoving me!" Roslyn cried as Tauriel pushed her down the hall.
They finally made it into Roslyn's room. The elleth walked inside and dumped her horde on the bed. She sat cross-legged and grabbed a pastry, nibbling at it.
"What in the world has got into you?!"
"Ok, spill."
"What?"
"What's going on between you and Thranduil? Something happened. You two were acting really weird at breakfast."
Roslyn's eyes grew wide and a strangled sound escaped her lips as she fell down onto the bed. She sat there speechless, staring at her friend and not knowing what to say. Tauriel's hand slowly came down into her lap as realization dawned on her.
"You slept together. You finally slept together!" she whispered excitedly.
Roslyn reached over and grabbed a banana. She sat there with her eyes glued to it as she slowly peeled the fruit.
"It..it didn't mean anything," she stuttered.
Tauriel balked, "What? How can you say that? After everything…"
Roslyn finally turned to her, feeling angry.
"That's exactly how! After everything, I realized that we're only sexually attracted to each other! And the sex was great – mind blowing even. But that's it. It's just sex. We're never going to be anything more, and I'm ok with that."
Tauriel sat there, staring blankly at her friend. There was so much that she wanted to say. She wanted to contradict her and tell her how wrong she was. But she couldn't. She knew that before long, if they kept this up, it would all blow up in her face. And Roslyn would need a friend. She'd need her. So instead, she just nodded.
"Ok."
Roslyn took a deep breath, "Ok."
…
Thranduil and Maethor walked down the hall side by side.
"So."
"Hmm?"
"What was all that about?"
"How am I supposed to know? You're the one courting the elleth," Thranduil grimaced.
Maethor rolled his eyes, "I saw you two this morning. All those awkward glances."
"There were no awkward glances."
"There were a lot of awkward glances."
Thranduil looked over at him, "What is your point?"
Maethor grabbed his arm and yanked him to a stop.
"What's going on?"
Thranduil growled, his lips curling up into a sneer as he looked down at the shorter elf.
"There is nothing going on. And if there were, it would be none of your business."
Maethor eyed him shrewdly.
"Fine. Whatever you say. But you'll come to me soon enough."
Thranduil snorted at him.
…
Every interaction between Roslyn and Thranduil was now filled with furtive glances and deliberate touches. The sexual tension was building, but Roslyn was doing her best to resist. It only made Thranduil try harder. They were in his study now, discussing the latest letter that she had received from her boss.
"He says I'm not trying hard enough!"
"Perhaps you aren't," he purred from behind his desk.
Roslyn's head shot up from the paper she had been reading. Her face flushed and heartbeat picked up at the look in his eyes. He cocked his head slightly as he observed her. He was already turned on just by watching her reactions to him.
Roslyn cleared her throat, "We both know there is nothing that I can say to change your mind."
"So are you telling me you're ready to go back home then?"
His eyes darkened at the thought.
"No! Of course not!" she stood up sharply and began to pace the room.
"But what am I supposed to tell him?"
Thranduil stood up and approached her slowly. Roslyn reached the wall and turned on her heel, ready to continue her pacing. But there he was, blocking her path. She stumbled backwards as she ran right into him. Thranduil brought his hands up and slowly ran them up her arms.
"You can tell him that you're working on it. But that I'm very hard…to deal with, that is."
Roslyn swallowed as her stomach flip-flopped. He was so tempting. They'd already slept together once and it felt all too easy to give in a second time.
Oh, why the hell not? Just let yourself have some fun.
Thranduil took advantage of her momentary confusion. Grabbing her arms gruffly he pulled her to him and kissed her hard. She pressed her palms into his chest and sighed into the kiss.
He ran his hands up her sides and around her back before tangling his fingers in her hair. Pulling her head back slightly he deepened the kiss. Roslyn moaned, feeling herself grow wet. They jumped apart as a knock sounded on the door. They stood about a foot apart, breathing heavily as they stared at each other. The knock came again.
"Enter!" he called reluctantly.
Maethor walked in and stopped in his tracks, looking from one to the other.
"Am I interrupting…" he trailed off.
"No! Of course not! I was just leaving."
Roslyn grabbed the letter and sprinted out of the room. Ever so slowly, Maethor looked back over at Thranduil. He smirked at his friend as he noticed the large bulge in his pants.
"What the hell are you looking at?!" Thranduil grumbled as he adjusted his tunic and threw on a robe to cover himself.
"So nothing happened, huh?"
…
Roslyn lay there in bed, trying frantically to rid herself of the intense urge to seek out Thranduil. But as hard as she rubbed, she couldn't make herself reach that end she so desperately craved. After experiencing him in the flesh, her hand just couldn't compare. She flopped over, giving up.
It was somewhere in the middle of the night and Roslyn knew there was no hope for her to fall asleep anytime soon. She threw the covers back and sat up. Groaning she got up and threw her robe on over her soft gray cotton slip. It was so late that she was sure she wouldn't run into anyone.
She walked quietly to her favorite library, heart pounding loudly in her chest. At every turn she imagined running into Thranduil. By the time she reached the library she had worked herself up into a frenzy. She closed the library doors softly behind her and made her way to the back right wall.
This library was smaller than some of the others, but it was her favorite by far. The architecture was breathtaking and it housed some of the best books, except those in Thranduil's private collection. Several different study spaces were littered about, each one different from the others. One had a long table with many chairs around it, another had large plush couches with a coffee table.
But she preferred this spot to all the others. There was a large fireplace in front of which was a soft and luxurious white rug. Surrounding the fireplace was a comfortable chaise lounge and two large chairs, perfect for curling up in with a good book. Roslyn started up the fire and then made herself comfortable in one of the chairs, determined to read until she got sleepy.
…
Sometime later she had finally decided to go to bed. So there she was, slowly making her way back through the quiet and still halls. And then suddenly someone grabbed her from behind, pulling her into a small, secluded alcove. Roslyn yelped in fear and surprise. A large hand went over her mouth and her back pressed into the cold stone wall.
"Shhh, it is only me," Thranduil whispered.
(R U Mine? – Arctic Monkeys)
Slowly he let his hand drop from her mouth. Roslyn stared into his eyes, her heart only beating faster at his words. Thranduil pressed his fingers into her left hip as his eyes darted to her mouth. Roslyn couldn't take it any more. She leaned forward and kissed him. He responded immediately, pressing into her as his fingers gripped her harder. He ran his hands down her arms and grasped her wrists. Bringing them up over her head he pinned them with his left hand as his right one came down to untie the belt of her robe.
He pulled back slightly to gaze at what she was wearing underneath. His breath hitched as he saw her flimsy slip that barely covered her butt. Roslyn felt herself grow wet at the expression on his face. He ran his hand over her thigh as he stepped back up to her. Higher and higher his hand went, until it rested on her bare hip. His lips fell open as his eyes slowly met hers.
"You aren't wearing any underwear."
"No," she breathed, "I'm not."
His hand came around and grabbed her ass as he kissed her again. He pulled her hips to his, letting her feel just how hard he was. Releasing her wrists, he reached for the ties on his pants.
"W-what are you doing?" she whispered, feeling a little panicked.
He smirked at her and she almost went weak in the knees.
"What does it look like? I want you Roslyn. I want you now."
"We're basically in the hallway."
He undid the ties and pushed the fabric down his hips, releasing his cock from its confines.
"It's the middle of the night. Where's your sense of adventure?" he breathed into her ear.
Roslyn shivered at the feeling of his breath on her neck.
"Don't you ever just want to be bad? And break all the rules?"
She moaned as Thranduil kissed down her neck. His hands run up her thighs again, bringing her slip up with them. Grabbing her by the waist he hoisted her up and pinned her against the wall with his body. Roslyn whimpered as she felt him at her entrance.
"Tell me you want me," he demanded.
"Tell me Roslyn… Tell me what you want."
She grabbed onto his shoulder and wrapped her legs around his waist for support.
"You," she breathed out, barely thinking straight.
"I want you to fuck me Thranduil. Please."
He locked eyes with her and slowly lowered her down onto his throbbing cock. Her breath caught in her throat at the sensation. She squeezed her legs around him tighter and rocked her hips into him.
Thranduil let out a low guttural moan and twitched inside her. They were both already breathing hard. Digging his fingers into her hips and waist he lifted her up slightly and pulled out. Then slammed back into her. They both cried out a little louder than they probably should have, unable to help themselves.
Again and again he pounded into her. Roslyn felt his hands start to shake from the intensity of it all. She ground into him, returning his thrusts each time. She was so close now. Her hands came under his arms and around his shoulders, hanging onto him for dear life.
Thranduil rested his forehead against the cold stone, his lips right by her ear.
"Roslyn, Roslyn," he repeated her name like a mantra.
"Oh, ah! T-Thranduillll!" she cried out as she came hard.
Her head fell against his shoulder as he continued to grind into her, pounding her against the wall. It didn't take much longer for Thranduil to come. He pressed his hips into her and groaned deeply as his fingers still clutched her waist. They stayed still like that, panting against each other.
Finally, Roslyn unhooked her legs from around him as Thranduil set her down with shaking hands. He tucked himself away and slid down to the floor, back against the wall, unable to hold himself up any longer. Roslyn sat down beside him, trying to calm her pounding heart.
"Wow," she finally managed to get out.
"Y-yes…" he panted.
She looked over at him as he rested his head back and closed his eyes.
"Are you alright?"
He smiled and started to chuckle. His chuckle turned into a real laugh as he grinned down at Roslyn. He gently cupped her cheek and kissed her softly on the mouth.
"Yes," he breathed against her lips, "I think you're the first to literally make me weak in the knees from an orgasm."
He pulled away and laid his head back against the stone wall. Roslyn smiled to herself before pushing up from the floor. She bent down and planted a kiss on his forehead.
"Goodnight Thranduil. And thank you for that, I needed it," she grinned at him.
He opened his eyes and smirked at her.
"Are you sure you don't want to come back to my chambers with me?"
"Goodnight," she smiled seductively before walking away.
Thranduil watched her leave before standing up and making his way back to his chambers alone.
A/N: Hope this chapter makes up for the longer than usual wait hehe