Chapter 16: Your Woman
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Ivy ran to the bridge that spanned the divide. Marching up the causeway were hundreds, of handsome elves gleaming in the moonlight. Ivy's heart leapt, they might just have a chance, maybe if she or her father could manage something special and the men fought true they might have a chance.
The Elves filed orderly into the keep and Ivy listened as Haldir exchanged words with the King. The welcome of the elves was cut short as another horn was heard in the distance, this time unmistakably that of the orcs. Everyone was sent scattering to their positions. Ivy standing quite alone as the men lined the walls staring out towards their enemy. No one had asked her where she would be, or how she would aid them in this battle. It was just expected that she would, and no one not even the elves would dare question her.
Her strength and power was much diminished by the growing shadow, she was not sure what she would be able to do. She knew she would have to be in contact with the earth. She touched the sword that Aragorn had given what seemed like a lifetime ago. The sword had been made for the Atara Arda and it now hummed when she touched it. Magic that her mother had crafted wove through its steel. Ivy made her way towards the second line of defense. She blended in against them. Her long, pale green hair tucked up into her helmet.
She knelt down and pressed a palm to the ground she could feel the drumming of the orcs evil foot steps. She closed her eyes and muttered a spell in elvish under her breath. Nothing happened. Because there were no living plants near-by Ivy could not summon any help. She slumped to the ground in exhaustion and futility. Tears began to gather behind her eyes. As the first tear fell, Ivy heard a rumbling in the distant sky. Rain began to fall in large sheets, making the orcs stop a moment. Ivy heard someone on the top of the fortress shout and she flew up the stairs to see.
"Look! The rain has created a mudslide!" someone said, pointing.
A great torrent of mud roared down the side of the large hill in the distance. Ivy smiled in grim satisfaction as hundreds of orcs were washed away. A large cheer rose up around her, there was still thousands of orcs before them but Ivy had done more than anyone could expect form a warrior.
Ivy drew her blade as the orcs raised ladders and ran towards them; she felt her heart flutter a little with fear. She held strong and as the wall gave way in a great explosion and hundreds of Orcs poured into the gap, running towards her. She roared in fury and a huge boom of thunder echoed her cry as she raced to meet them. She moved with speed and reflexes, greater than the elves themselves. She fought well, amazingly well, if you took in to consideration her limited experience with a blade.
Legolas saw her below him as he fired shots from the upper remnants of the wall. She was a site to behold her wet hair flying about her as she moved from orc to orc killing them efficiently. Legolas jumped off the wall and ran towards her as an orc blade sliced the flesh on her arms. Ivy looked at the cut for a second and a flash of lightening shot down from the sky and left nothing but a pile of ash in front of her where the orc had stood. Ivy blinked in surprise, she had not known she could do that, and did not know if she would be able to do it again.
Legolas grabbed Ivy by the arm and dragged her away from the battle.
"What are you doing!" she screamed over the din of the battle struggling against him.
"If I had know that you were going to join the battle in this way I would have forbidden it!" he retched open a door and shoved her into a small room, it was filled with hay. Ivy screamed with anger and started to kick at the door.
"Let me out Greenleaf! Now is not the time for heroics! We need everyone out there!" she yelled at him. Legolas ignored her protests and stood guard, killing the orcs who passed him. They were coming too fast and there were too many. When he heard the call of retreat come from above he opened the door and pulled Ivy back out of the small storage area. Ivy smiled at him and then saw the dark look on his face.
"We're retreating," he led her in the direction of the other retreating soldiers running full speed into the closing gate. They ducked underneath and Legolas left her alone on the bottom level of the keep. He ran up the stairs two at a time to join the other archers on the upper level and maintain a defense on the inner area of the fortress. Ivy pushed her wet hair off her face and looked around her. She heard Legolas yell above her. Men carrying large wooden supports ran past her and she looked was swept up in the rush of people to get inside, the fortresses inner door were shut and barricaded. A few soldiers remained the other drifted off throughout the inner rooms, drying themselves and dropping with exhaustion.
Ivy saw Aragorn and moved over to him, she hugged him tightly, relived he had survived.
"Come you must get some rest," she tugged on his arm leading him over to the rows of sleeping cots that had been set up for soldiers in the western end of the great hall. Aragorn sunk down into its dry warmth and fell promptly asleep. Many other soldiers did the same until only Legolas remained awake, pacing in front of the entryway. Ivy moved from her position next to Aragorn's sleeping form and over to Legolas.
"Even elves need to rest sometime," she touched his arm gently, forgetting her anger. Now was not the time to bring up such things. Legolas pulled her against him, and Ivy winced slightly as he crushed her against him.
"You were so very foolish today Melamin," he breathed against her ear.
Ivy let his comment go, still not wishing to argue with him. Legolas let her lead him to the sleeping cots and they lay together he spooned her closely pulling her against him and holding her tight. Letting the sleep like state that elves use take him.
Ivy's eyes flew open at the sound of movement. She climbed out f the cot as the two dozen remaining soldiers stood in conference around Aragorn and the king they were refreshed and ready to fight once more. There were so few of them left, she shook her head. So few had survived, Ivy moved closer to the group catching the last few words exchanged.
"Ride out with me," Aragorn held out his hand to King Theoden.
They shook and the soldiers roared around her causing her to miss the last words exchanged. Gimli ran out of the room and the others started to file out of the room, in search of their mounts. Legolas stepped in front of Ivy who was about to follow.
"I don't know think so Atara Arda you must stay here in safety," he touched her cheek gently.
Ivy frowned for a moment, but nodded. Legolas followed the other soldiers and Ivy stood watching as the barricades were removed and the men charger out onto the causeway. She looked up at the sky and spread her arms out wide. She closed her eyes and whispered words in a long forgotten language. A bright light erupted on the horizon and the Orcs cried in fear and pain as its pure rays filled the early morning sky. Ivy kept the light blazing as long as she could, but the darkness was hard to fight. She slumped to the ground and felt evil clutching her in her weakened state.
It was here that Legolas found her, a few moments later. She was passed out cold, but still breathing. Legolas scooped her up and carried her to her rooms, laying her gently on the feather mattress. Ivy sighed and stirred, opening her eyes. Her head pounded and she felt as though all the energy had drained from her. It was an effort to lift her arms to stroke Legolas' cheek.
"Where am I?" she whispered.
"You passed out Melamin. I brought you here to rest."
"Is it over?"
"Yes Melamin" Legolas whispered, "its over. They are retreating"
"Who won?" Ivy asked weakly.
Legolas laughed gently.
"Well Gimli thinks it was him. But I really beat him"
Ivy smiled weakly, letting her hand fall to the sheets, her eyes already drooping. Her body was so cold, the darkness was ripping at her, and she had spent so much of her energy on the battle. She could feel the darkness pushing her back. Ivy screamed and her muscles tightened painfully making her arch off the bed, her eyes wide with terror.
Legolas reached out and grabbed her pushing her flat onto the bed.
"Ai ai! Melamin, talk to me what's wrong?" he asked her in a panicked voice.
Ivy gasped as the spazm stopped for a moment. She looked up at him with her pale face.
"He is fighting me, I…" she was cut off as she bucked in pain once more.
Legolas remembered how she had told him the darkness faded in his arms. He pulled her close and kissed her. Ivy stopped thrashing and relaxed slightly as the kiss deepened. She could feel her strength regaining. Somehow Legolas' kiss was re-energizing her.
"Legolas…" she whispered as he leaned over her fitting between her thighs.
"I….not for the wrong reasons," she whispered as he kissed down her neck.
"No Melamin, for exactly the right reasons," he breathed against her check as he started to unlace her armour. His nimble fingers expertly undoing the ties. He pulled her armour over her head and she lay there in his arms in her undergarments. His mouth found hers again, and her fingers roamed over his back, her hands finding the edge of his tunic. She pushed her hands under it, feeling the hardness of his stomach and the ridges his well toned muscles made.
Her fingers played at the edge of his leggings and he stopped, clasping her hand.
"You know we cannot go back Ivy. I will not go through that again"
"I know Legolas. I know. I will not put you through that again" Ivy whispered as she met his lips in a kiss once more.
Legolas reached between them and slid her under-tunic over her head, leaving her exposed. Ivy shivered in his penetrating stare.
"You are perfect" he said, leaning down to kiss her neck.
Ivy smiled as he kissed her neck and loosened her hair from its bindings running his hair through its green strands. Ivy moaned as his kisses moved further down her chest and he lightly touched one of her nipples with his tongue. Ivy arched and drew her fingers along his back.
Legolas looked up in alarm thinking the pain had returned as she arched her back.
"I should fetch Gandalf," he whispered and started to pull away.
"No..." Ivy pulled him back towards her and wrapped her legs around his waist.
"The pain it still lingers? The dark lord will not leave you in peace," Legolas bit his lips as Ivy wriggled underneath him a little.
"I told you once, your touch it gave me strength, this, us together is the best weapon to fight him with, he is receding even now," Ivy smiled and wound their finger together holding his hand and kissing it.
"We are pushing him back, you give me strength Legolas," Ivy kissed him touching his ear tips and he reached between them and slipped a slender finger between her folds touching her warm recesses gently. Moaning deep against her breast as she gently fondled his ear tips, causing him to harden.
Quickly he disposed of the rest of his garments, eager to feel her warm flesh against his own. He settled between her thighs again, his hands sliding over her hips. Ivy sighed under his touch, and she wrapped her legs around his waist once more. He kissed her, his tongue delving deep in her mouth. Tasting her.
"Are you ready?" he whispered against her cheek.
Ivy nodded slightly, her whole being concentrating on that one sensation, the elf she loved slipping inside of her, it felt so right. Ivy felt a sharp pain and winced. Legolas looked down at her worriedly.
"I'm ok" she whispered.
As Legolas slipped inside of her he felt at peace with the earth, he felt his elven senses delight as he became one with the maiden of the earth and he wondered if she felt it to. She was his now and forever, He looked down at her green hued skin and his mind reeled, his father had hoped for a powerful bride.
His people would be proud to call her their princess and then it struck him she could never be a princess to them not truly, she was the earth, the sky and the land. She could not restrict her self to one race.
He kissed her once more and began to move inside her, the pleasure building. She moaned in his mouth as he kissed her.
Ivy ran her fingers along his back whispering words in her own ancient tongue he could not understand as she felt a tightening in her lower stomach. Legolas lowered his mouth to her neck, at the base to the left and kissed her there toughly grazing her with his teeth, leaving a light pale mark. Ivy claimed his mouth again as she felt him move faster with in her. He was close.
Legolas shuddered as he felt his release. A few seconds later, Ivy cried out. She shivered beneath him; she had never felt like this before. Legolas lay there, still inside her while his breathing slowed. He had felt something new when he had made love to Ivy. Almost as though he shared her gift for a moment. He saw the world from her point of view. He saw the ocean in the far north and the forest of old, he sensed the earth, and he was one with it and his lover.
Ivy sighed and wriggled slightly, her hands running up and down his arms. Legolas dropped his head and kissed her, rolling off of her and pulling the blanket up over them.
Ivy looked up at him with innocent green eyes. She touched the bruise on her shoulder gently.
"Why did you do this?" she giggled gently, she didn't mind not in the least but it was something she was unfamiliar with.
Legolas blushed something she had never seen him do before.
"It is a mark elves sometimes give to their lovers, not always. It shows that you belong to me, that I have had you and that no other shall with out facing me as an opponent in battle," he whispered and then looked away ashamed.
"Don't be mad Atara Arda, I do not seek to own you, you are the earth I was wrong to claim you in this way,"
Ivy kissed him gently "I am also a woman, your woman,"
Ivy smiled mischievously and left a similar mark on Legolas lower chest.
"Now should anyone but me see this mark, they will fight me in combat,"
Legolas laughed "I do not know if there is a maiden brave enough for such a feat,"
He pulled her into his arms.
"You saved me Legolas, I pushed him back," she mumbled sleepily. Legolas kissed the side of her head and together they slept, awaiting the dawn.