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: Well I came out with this a lot faster than I thought I would haha! This chapter is pretty long and there's actually more that I was going to add to it. But I think I'll leave that part for the next one.
Chapter 6: New Arrivals
There was a flurry of excitement in the air. Roslyn walked about the kingdom, gazing in wonder as everyone rushed about making the stones halls look more beautiful than ever. She walked out onto the practice field to find Tauriel sparing with her daggers against Maethor. They were both so good, constantly pushing each other back and forth, laughing the whole time.
Finally, Maethor overpowered Tauriel with his sword, her daggers flying in the air. He sniggered softly as he pulled her against his chest and kissed her soundly on the mouth. She smiled against his lips, the annoyance at being bested quickly leaving her. They slowly pulled apart, still unaware of Roslyn's presence.
"I win," he laughed.
Tauriel laughed back and slapped him playfully on the arm. Finally starting to feel a bit awkward, Roslyn cleared her throat. The two elves jumped apart in surprise.
"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to intrude!"
"Oh no, we were about done here," Tauriel blushed as she bent down to pick up her daggers.
She glanced back at Maethor and smiled before looping her arm around Roslyn's. The two friends walked back inside in a comfortable silence.
"So, I guess that's going pretty well?"
"I don't think I've ever been this happy," Tauriel admitted, unable to wipe the smile off of her face.
Roslyn grinned back at her friend, pleased to see her so content with someone.
"So what's going on? What's all the excitement about?"
"Oh! Haven't you heard? Lady Arwen is coming to visit! She will be staying for a short time on her way back to Imladris."
"No, I didn't know that. So I guess she will be getting here just in time for the Feast of Starlight. What is she like?"
"She is…beautiful, inside and out. You would like her. She is very much like her father."
Roslyn smiled, soaking in the atmosphere of frenzy and anticipation.
…
Roslyn walked a step behind Thranduil, nervous for some unknown reason. She watched his deep red royal robes sway with every step. He looked unbelievably sexy every time he put on his crown and royal attire. She suppressed a little smile as she thought about peeling off each garment layer by layer.
The trumpets sounded as Arwen made her arrival. Roslyn stopped at Thranduil's side and craned her neck to see the much talked about elleth. She walked in wearing the most beautiful silver dress that Roslyn had ever seen. There seemed to be an ethereal glow about her despite the dimly lit halls. Thranduil stepped forward, arms open.
"Arwen," he smiled at her.
"Thranduil. It has been some time since I've last been here," she walked into his embrace and let him kiss her gently on the cheek.
She took a step back and gestured to the two elleths behind her. Roslyn had been so taken by Arwen that this was the first time she had even noticed them.
"These are my ladies in waiting. I'm sure you remember Gaileth," she gestured to the blonde to her right.
Roslyn examined her. She was a typical elven beauty – long blonde hair, tall, slender, few curves. She turned her attention to the other elleth.
"And this is my newest addition, Reina."
The elleth peered up at Thranduil coquettishly.
"My lord," she curtsied to him.
Roslyn instantly disliked her. Her raven hair looked surprisingly stunning against her fair skin and made her deep emerald eyes stand out. She seemed younger than the rest, probably somewhere around Tauriel's age. Thranduil nodded his head in greeting at the two elleths.
"You know my two captains."
"Tauriel, Maethor, I hope you have been well?"
"Of course my lady. It is a pleasure to see you again."
"You look beautiful as always Lady Arwen," smiled Tauriel, "We are so happy to have you visit."
"And this," Thranduil paused as he presented Roslyn, "This is Roslyn…she is…she is visiting us from the new world."
He cringed inside at his own words, suddenly confused about how he was supposed to introduce her. Roslyn balked slightly, feeling offended at being dismissed so carelessly. Out of the corner of her eye she could see Tauriel and Maethor exchange a look.
"Lady Roslyn, it is so nice to meet you. My father has spoken much about you," she smiled in greeting.
"It's very nice to finally meet you as well," she answered meekly.
"Well then, let me take you to your chambers. I'm sure you must be tired from your journey."
Arwen nodded and took Thranduil's offered arm. He led her down the halls, her ladies following dutifully behind her. Roslyn continued to stand there, staring after them. She was hurt by Thranduil's words and it surprised her.
"Roslyn," Maethor began, "He didn't mean anything by it. I'm sure he was just uncertain about how to present you."
"He probably just hadn't thought about what to call the relationship between the two of you," Tauriel added.
Roslyn looked over at them. Their faces held pity and it made her feel even worse.
"Of course he doesn't know what to call us – because, well, what are we really?" she smiled tightly.
"But I'm fine. This is fine. I mean, what was he supposed to say 'This is Roslyn, she's my fuck buddy?' Or how about, 'We're just friends with benefits. We use each other for sex.' No, he did the right thing. He saved me my dignity. And I am just a visitor after all."
She couldn't stand looking at their expressions anymore.
"I'll see you both later. I'm tired and I think I'd like to take a nap."
Tauriel and Maethor stood there speechless, not knowing what they could possibly say to make their friend feel better.
…
Roslyn lay in her bed, tired but unable to sleep. She felt horrible inside. A terrible realization began to creep into her mind – she just wanted him to want her.
No. You won't be that girl. You're just feeling out of it today. You have to take back control. Remember, this is supposed to be fun – just a fling, just sex.
Roslyn rolled off the bed and stomped her way down the hall with determination. Half way to Thranduil's chambers she spotted him walking towards her.
"Roslyn," he had a pained expression that only served to irritate her.
"I…I did not mean that earlier. The words came out before I had…"
She stepped up onto her tiptoes and kissed him on the mouth, cutting off whatever it was he had to say. She didn't care. She knew where things stood between them and if they were using each other for sex, then she was going to get the most out of it. She needed to feel something – anything – in that moment. So she was going to take what she wanted from him and everything else be damned.
"What are you doing?"
"I want you."
"Come," he pulled her along the hallway and into his chambers.
He locked the doors behind them and turned to face her.
"We should talk."
"I don't want to talk."
(Strange Relationship – Darren Hayes)
She walked up to him and shoved his robes off his shoulders. Thranduil stood there as she began tugging at his tunic. He gently grabbed her wrists.
"Roslyn."
"I said I don't want to talk," she looked up at him seriously, "Are you going to give me what I want? Or should I leave?"
He paused for a heartbeat before bending down to kiss her. His hands ran up her arms and went to the back of her dress, pulling at the lacings. They stumbled backwards into his bedroom, stripping each other as they went. Roslyn scooted up onto his bed slowly, never losing eye contact. Thranduil swallowed, hesitating again.
"Are you coming?" she purred at him.
He could sense something was off, but how could he deny her? Her crawled up her body and kissed her hard, trying to pour his apology into it. He was being slow and sweet and it was killing her. That wasn't what she wanted. She wanted him to be rough. She wanted it to be fast, hard, and meaningless sex.
Roslyn pushed against his shoulder. Getting the hint, Thranduil grabbed her around the waist and rolled them both over. She sat on top of him now, completely in control. She scratched her nails down his chest, making him gasp. Bending down, she began to kiss his jaw and neck. She ran her tongue along the scratch marks, soothing the skin.
She smirked as she felt his cock twitch and press against her intimately. She rubbed herself against him, letting him feel how wet she was. Thranduil growled, wanting to feel himself inside of her. She brought her hips up and locked eyes with him. Ever so slowly she came down on him.
"Aaahhh," he groaned.
She began to ride him hard, enjoying the feeling of her mind going blank as basic instincts took over. Thranduil grabbed her hips roughly, helping to guide her. He could feel her getting close in no time.
"No, not yet."
He flipped them back over and then pulled out, staring down at her.
"W-what are you doing?!" Roslyn panted.
"Flip over. Onto your hands and knees."
The lustful predatory look in his eyes as he commanded her shot a jolt to her core. She did as she was told and waited for him. He got up on his knees and loomed over her, knowing exactly what it was that she needed.
He brushed her hair over her shoulder, his large hand grasping the back of her neck before running down her back. He gripped her ass as he positioned himself behind her. She let out a little mewl at the feeling of anticipation. He pushed in just the head of his cock. Leaning over her, he ran his tongue up her spine, making her shiver.
"Ungh! Thranduil!"
She tried to push her hips back, but he held her still. Then with one slow, hard thrust he was inside of her, filling her completely. She let out a little gasp, almost coming right then. Thranduil stilled, wanting to draw it out.
"Is this what you wanted?"
His voice was low and sexy in Roslyn's ear.
"Y-yes," she said breathlessly.
He pulled out almost completely and then thrust into her again. She cried out, wanting more. Again and again he pounded into her. Grabbing her hair, he roughly pulled her head up and kissed her on the mouth as he rolled his hips, making her whimper. He was getting close now.
The sound of flesh slapping against flesh mixed with their loud moans of pleasure. His hand flew to her clit and he began to rub, wanting her to reach her peak first. That was all it took for Roslyn. She felt herself finally falling over that cliff and into oblivion.
"Thranduil!" she came hard, her walls clamping down on him.
"Uggghhh!" he cried as he finally reached his orgasm as well.
He rocked his hips into her for a few more moments before pulling out and collapsing onto the bed. Roslyn fell down beside him, her arms feeling like jelly. They lay there panting as they stared up at the ceiling.
"Roslyn."
He reached over and brushed the hair out of her face so he could look at her. She sat up swiftly.
"Roslyn," he said her name again, more insistently.
"Stay. Please. We need to talk."
She got off the bed and began to dress without looking at him.
"I'm fine. I promise. We're good. There's nothing to talk about."
Thranduil got up and began tugging on his trousers. He walked over to her and gently grabbed her arm, spinning her around to face him. She rearranged her features to a passive expression as she looked up at him.
"I'm fine," she repeated, "I just don't want to stay with you."
Thranduil let his hand drop, her words stinging him.
…
The following weeks were maddening for Thranduil. All he wanted to do was talk to Roslyn. Something was wrong; he could feel it in his gut. But every time he cornered her she managed to weasel away from him, some excuse constantly at the ready. And then there was the little raven-haired twit who was always there, every time he turned around. There was a time when he would have enjoyed the attention, welcomed it even. But everything had changed now. That was no longer the life that he wanted.
He grew all the more frustrated as he roamed the halls, looking for Roslyn.
Where the hell is she?!
He turned the corner and there she was again, milling about as if waiting for him.
"Oh! Hello there my lord!" She gave a small curtsy and smiled up at him.
"Good afternoon Reina," he said tightly.
"I was wondering if I could have a moment of your time?"
…
Roslyn had been lurking in the library the better part of the day. She knew it was wrong, avoiding Thranduil like that. But she just needed some time to gather herself. She had thought long and hard and perhaps he had been right. Maybe it was a good idea if they talked. But she was afraid he would tell her she was getting too emotional and end things.
You just have to show him that you have remained detached and unemotional. You can handle this.
She coached herself as she walked down the corridor in search of the king. She rounded the corner and spotted him a little further down the hall. He stood there talking to the beautiful handmaiden that Roslyn had grown to despise. She chased after Thranduil like a lovesick puppy. Or better yet, an over-sexed minx.
Roslyn stood there, watching the pair. Reina was shamelessly flirting with him. She looked up through her lashes and giggled at something. Her fingers twisted a thick lock of hair. Everything about her demeanor screamed that she wanted him. Roslyn observed Thranduil, unable to read his expression. She couldn't hear their conversation, but he did not seem to be in a hurry to get away from her.
She laughed again and gently laid her hand on his arm. Thranduil smirked at whatever it was she had said. Roslyn couldn't take it anymore. The surge of jealousy that ran through her was unsettling. She whirled around and stormed back to her own room.
Walking inside, she went straight to her duffle bag. She rooted around in there until she found her iPod.
"Please, please, please still have a charge!" she said to herself.
She flicked the little device on and by some miracle there was just under half a battery life left.
"Yes!"
She pulled out her running clothes that she'd brought with her and began to change.
I don't care what they say, but I need to get out of this place. I need to be outside of these halls. I just want to run and clear my mind. Why didn't I do this sooner?
She walked towards the front gates with determination, a feeling of uneasiness beginning to settle in the pit of her stomach. She could see the doors in front of her now, but her pace slowed. She finally came to a complete stop.
Maybe I should at least let Tauriel know where I'm going. It would be the responsible thing to do…
Turning back around she made her way to her friend's room. She knocked on the door and a moment later it opened to reveal the elleth that she'd been looking for.
"What are you wearing?"
"I'm going running."
"You're what?"
"Look, I don't know how they do it here, but in my world, this is what I do to blow off steam. I go and run and listen to some music. So…I figured I should let you know. Because…well…there's nowhere to really run here. So I'm going outside."
Tauriel laughed, "No! You can't do that. It's dangerous."
"Tauriel, I wasn't asking permission."
The smile slipped off of her face.
"Roslyn, I'm serious. You know very well you can't do that. You've experienced the dangers of the forest first hand. And besides, Thranduil would kill you."
"Look, I'll stay near the kingdom and keep to the riverbank. Your guards constantly patrol that area. You told me once yourself that it was a fairly safe part of the forest."
"Even so, the orcs and spiders have infested everything. There is a reason that we patrol it. You can't go."
"Tauriel, I'm going out of my mind. I need this. I'm going," she turned to leave.
"Wait! At least let me go with you."
"No. I need time to myself, I want to be alone."
"Then I'll just follow behind. You won't even know I'm there."
Roslyn sighed.
Tauriel took that as a 'yes' and darted back into her room. She emerged a moment later with her weapons. The two friends walked silently side by side. They stopped at the gates briefly.
"Are you sure you want to do this?"
"Yes."
A/N: Poor Roslyn is falling apart…