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***Chapter 27***

**Deirdre's POV**

"There was no lie in Pippin's eye." Gandalf's voice carried out to meet us as we entered the main hall hand in hand. "A fool, but an honest fool he remains."

Saffy automatically walked over to join Nimiwen, who was sitting at one of the long tables. Legolas moved toward one of the pillars, me following behind him, and he leaned up against it. We ended up standing with me leaning back against him as his arms wrapped around my torso. When Aragorn saw us walk in together he smiled at us; then focused his attention back on the situation before us.

"His defeat at Helm's Deep showed our enemy one thing. He knows the heir of Elendil has come forth. Men are not as weak as he supposed. There is courage still. Strength enough, perhaps, to challenge him. Sauron fears this, and Deirdre gave him right to fear. He will not risk the people of Middle Earth uniting under one banner. He will raze Minas Tirith to the ground before he sees a king return to the throne of men. If the beacons of Gondor are lit, Rohan must be ready for war." Gandalf surmised.

"Tell me." Theoden started in his harshest tone. "Why should we ride to the aid of those who did not come to ours? What do we owe Gondor?"

"My lord, do you not see?" I questioned as I slipped out of Legolas' arms. "If Minas Tirith and Gondor fall to Sauron, then there is no one preventing those same armies from slaying your people. Sauron will not be satisfied until all freedom is squashed. If you will not aid the people of Gondor for the sake of humanity, then do it for your people."

The hall had fallen silent as I spoke to the king, who now examined me. I stood up straight under his gaze, compared to Sauron this was nothing.

"Do not let death and destruction further wreak havoc because of petty differences." My tone changed from argumentative to pleading.

"I will go!" Aragorn said, rising to break the tension that was between King Theoden and me.

"No!" Gandalf replied curtly.

"They must be warned." Aragorn argued back, obviously worried about the people that he was bound by blood to serve. As well as the oath that he gave to Boromir.

"They will be." Gandalf comforted and then he moved over to Aragorn and quietly spoke to him. "You must come to Minas Tirith by another road. Follow the river. Look to the black ships."

I had to admit, I was quite happy to have elven hearing now. I could at least hear what was being said quietly from a distance. With one last glance over at Theoden, who was no longer looking at me, I walked back over to Legolas and was in his arms once more.

"Understand this, things are now set in motion that cannot be undone. I ride for Minas Tirith" Gandalf announced followed by a harsh look at Pippin. "And I won't be going alone."

There was a frightened look on Pippin's face that he was now going to have to deal with the consequences of his looking into the palantir. His confused eyes looked first to Merry, who only seemed melancholy, and then turned to me. I opened my arms and he came rushing forward. I almost immediately had a Halfling in my arms. Merry was looking on sadly, so I motioned with my head for him to come over as well.

"Come now, love. You need to be brave and go to Minas Tirith." I whispered to Pippin, who had buried his head in my stomach.

Merry had taken my other side, so it was now hard to move. I patted both of their heads, then took each of their hands and began pulling them to gather Pippin's things.

"Why do I need to go Minas Tirith?" Pippin asked as I fastened his cloak about his neck.

"Because they need to be warned, otherwise they may lose their homes and everyone they care about." I replied, smoothing the cloak down over his shoulders.

Once more I found myself treating the hobbits as children, even though they were more than likely older than I was. Merry had slipped off to go grab something from his things, so I was kneeling before Pippin alone. I pressed a kiss to his forehead and leaned back.

"I know it won't do any good, but please keep your mouth shut when you get there." I asked quietly, knowing that he would just ignore this and talk to Denethor anyway.

"Pippin, it's time to go." Gandalf's gruff voice cut in.

The hobbit before me looked over at the wizard and nodded his head. Gandalf began leading the way out toward the stables with Merry, Pippin, and me in tow.

"Of all the Hobbits, Peregrin Took, you are the worst! Hurry! Hurry!" Gandalf began ranting as we made our way out of the hall and down the steps towards the stables.

"Where are we going?" Pippin asked, confused more by where we were walking to rather than the journey to Minas Tirith.

"Why did you look? Why do you always have to look?" Merry complained as we walked quickly after Gandalf.

"I don't know, I can't help it." He replied to his exasperated friend.

"You never can." Merry practically huffed.

"It's in his nature, just like caring for your friends is in yours Merry." I told him with a smile.

"I'm sorry alright? I won't do it again?" Pippin tried to win back his friends happiness.

"Don't you understand? The enemy thinks you have the ring! He is going to be looking for you Pip. They have to get you out of here." Merry explained to him, causing an expression of true terror to appear on Pippin's face.

"And you? You're coming with me?" Pippin asked in a pleading tone, only to be rewarded with Merry continuing to follow after Gandalf. "Merry?"

"Come on!" Merry ordered, turning back to look at Pippin for only a second as he continued to walk.

Both Pippin and I follow after them, having taken Pippin's hand in mine. As we walked he looked up at me pleadingly, begging with his eyes that I might be coming with him as well. But I only shook my head sadly, the only reason that Sauron would want me would be to ensure a slow, very painful death.

Inside the stables, Gandalf was preparing Shadowfax for the journey to Minas Tirith. Unfortunately for Pippin, this did not include a saddle. We approached the stall with the great white horse inside, Gandalf turned to look at us.

"How far is Minas Tirith?" Pippin asked hesitantly.

"Three days ride as the Nazgul flies. And you'd better hope that we don't have one of those on our tail." Gandalf told him as he picked Pippin up and set him on Shadowfax's back.

"You will make it safely to Minas Tirith." I promised Gandalf, who only smiled at me in return.

"Here, something for the road." Merry offered along with a leather pouch.

Pippin took it happily then looked inside the pouch. His gaze returned to his friend with a distraught look.

"The last of the Longbottom Leaf?" Pippin questioned shocked.

"I know you've run out. You smoke too much Pippin." Merry replied with a slight smile.

"But, we'll see each other soon?" Pippin tried to confirm with his friend. "Won't we?"

"I don't know. I don't know what's going to happen." Merry admitted truthfully, obviously scared of this.

Gandalf had now mounted up behind Pippin and was preparing to ride out toward Minas Tirith. Merry slowly began to back away from the horse, slowly shaking his head.

"Merry? Deirdre?" Pippin cried out distraught.

"Run, Shadowfax, show us the meaning of haste." Gandalf prompted as they began to move forward.

"Merry!" Was the last cry that we heard from Pippin as Shadowfax charged out of the stable and raced toward Minas Tirith.

Suddenly, Merry took off out of the stables, leaving me in his dust. I automatically raced to catch up with him. He ran up the stairs at one of the watch posts, leaving a mess of guards in his wake. I lithely jumped over the men, who were now littering the steps. Aragorn's cry came from behind me, calling out our names. Merry finally stopped when he stood at the top of the watch post, watching Pippin and Gandalf ride off onto the plains and away from us. I stood just to Merry's right and Aragorn took his left side, we both rested a hand on the hobbit's shoulders.

"He's always followed me everywhere since before we were tweens. I would get him into the worst trouble but I was always there to get him out. Now he's gone." Merry admitted then looked up at the two of us. "Just like Frodo and Sam."

"One thing I've learned about Hobbits: They are a most hardy folk." Aragorn replied to comfort the hobbit.

"Foolhardy maybe. He's a Took after all." Merry laughed at his joke, I couldn't help but to give a slight chuckle as well.

"Sometimes while we are growing up, we have to go our separate ways." I comforted Merry. After another moment, I kneeled down next to him. "But, I promise you. Nothing could keep the two of you parted for long. You will be back together again soon."

Merry smiled at me, then turned his attention back out to watch the disappearing shape of his friend. We continued to stand there until their shapes were completely invisible to our eyes; I was the last to see them disappear off into the distance. It would be dinner soon and Merry was eager to get something to eat, as he had missed lunch. We walked back to the hall together, silence engulfing the three of us.

Standing against one of the pillars was Legolas, my heart did a little flip in my chest when I saw him leaning there. As soon as the door announced our entry his eyes were on mine. A smile appeared on my face and it took restraint to keep from racing over to him. He moved from his place and began walking over to me, and on his face was a slight smirk.

"Come with me?" he enquired as he stood before me.

I nodded my head and smiled, and he took my hand and led me out of the hall after I gave a final wave to my friends who remained behind. We walked back down the same corridor we had that morning, ending up at my room. In a whirlwind of motion, he had opened the door, pulled me inside, shut the door, and pressed me up against it. My breath rushed out of my lungs in a gasp, but he just pressed further into me. I sighed when I felt him against me, my arms pinned to the wall on either side of my head.

"We still need to talk." He growled in an animalistic manner.

"Uh-huh." I sighed out, enjoying the close proximity.

At my answer he smirked, placing a soft kiss on my neck before pulling his face away again. My breath quickened a little with the way he pressed against me.

"Why did you kiss Eomer?" he growled, biting my neck at the end of the question.

I inhaled sharply, my mind working to remember the question so that I could figure out the answer.

"I didn't actually mean to. I was meaning to give him a kiss on the cheek, when he turned his head. He was actually convincing me to go in and sort things out with you." I stammered out followed by a gasp as he bit my neck again.

"So you have no feelings for him then?" Legolas clarified as he laid an open-mouthed kiss against my throat.

"He's only a friend. I swear." I gasped out.

"Good," he muttered before continuing on with his ministrations on my neck. "Did you miss me while you were in Isenguard?"

"Valar, yes." I nearly groaned out, my neck was going to be covered with his love bites, but at the moment I couldn't have cared less.

"Did Sauron ever make you feel like this?" he growled deeply, it was obvious he was getting everything out of the way now so we didn't need to go back over it again later.

"No, the only feeling I got when around him was revulsion."

"And do you care for Aragorn?" he questioned, continuing his marking of my flesh.

"What?" I gasped out in reply, he had hit a sensitive point on my neck and that mixed with his question left me with a very confused mind.

"You were curled up with him on our return from Isenguard." He reasoned out.

"No, Aragorn is just my friend. When I woke up the next morning, I was hoping that you were the one that I was laying with." I admitted, gasping as I finished the sentence.

"You swear?" he questioned, sounding like a child now unsure of whether or not he was hearing the truth.

"On my life." I promised him.

Those must have been the magical words, as he stopped working on my neck and moved his lips to mine. Our lips crashed together, almost immediately I opened my mouth to him. His tongue pillaged inside my mouth, stealing away every remnant of secrets. I moaned as his hands buried into my hair, brushing against the points of my ears. His entire body pressed against mine, providing an incredibly sensation between the warmth radiating from him and the slowly heating wood behind me.

His hands traveled down my sides, wrapping around my waist and pulling me in even tighter to him. He moaned as our lower bodies met together, I could feel the beginnings of his arousal. My hands went up around his neck, slipping into his soft hair. With a little help from Legolas, I wrapped my legs around his waist, pressing us even closer together. He braced himself against the door, trapping me in the small space. I ground myself against him as he pressed me entirely against the door.

He moved one of his hands from the door behind me and traced up my side until he reached my breasts. Through the thin fabric of my dress he fondled me, my nipples tautening under his touch.

"Legolas," I sighed out at the sensation.

My head fell backwards between the slight movements he was making with his hips and the sensation of his fingers on my breasts. He took advantage of this and returned his lips to my neck, intermixing kisses with bites. With a groan, he pressed more against me and ground a little. My bottom lip slipped between my teeth as I bit down to suppress my moaning. His lips turned into a smirk against my skin.

"Please, Legolas." I pleaded with him.

His hand left my breast and both of them grabbed me around the back. I was lifted off of the wall and he carried me over to the bed, setting me down gently. A giggle escaped my lips when we hit the mattress. But it was silenced almost immediately when his lips covered mine, smothering every sound I made.

My skirt began gravitating upwards as he slowly pushed the material out of the way. Ever so slowly, his fingers snaked up over my skin. The softness of his touch sent a shiver up my spine. Through the thin fabric of my underwear, he could feel the moisture of my arousal collected. I gasped as his fingers brushed against the damp material. The delicate touch was sending wave after wave of sensation down to my lower stomach and pooling there. With every touch, I could feel myself throb with need.

Within seconds, I was pulled back up into a sitting position. He moved behind me, moving my hair out of the way and kissing gently along my neck. I could feel his fingers at the lacing on the back of the dress, which soon began to expand around my frame. The front of the dress fell down a little and he slowly pushed the material off of my arms. As the lacings finally came undone, he lifted the bottom of my dress and pulled it over my head. The dress hit the floor, unnoticed to either of us. His hands raked across my back, causing me to arch forward. But his touch left my skin directly and he began working on unfastening my corset as well.

He must have become frustrated with the lacing, as he only managed to loosen the corset before it was yanked over my head and tossed to the ground. With a turn, I faced my elf. Our lips crashed together once more, desperate for a taste of the other. I dragged my hands across the front of his tunic, lightly dragging my nails across his chest. When I hit the bottom of his tunic, I pulled it up over his head quickly, leaving him shirtless before me.

As I glanced into his eyes, there was none of the shining light which was usually held there. Instead his eyes were darkened, pupils dilated, with pure unadulterated lust. My fingers wove into his hair as he pulled me close into him, our mouths claiming the others. He spun us around and tossed me back onto the pillows at the head of the bed, my legs spread open to allow him the place between them. I was clothed in only a petticoat and panties, while he only wore his leggings. Starting at my mouth, he trailed kisses down my neck and onto my chest, capturing a nipple in his mouth. At the sound of my gasp, his other hand immediately went to my other breast. Between bites, he swirled his tongue around the hardened bud. After a few moments of this, he switched so that the other nipple was in his mouth.

He trailed kisses back up to my mouth, which resulted in my moving upward and straddling him as I sat on his lap. His arms wrapped around me, deepening the kiss even more. I pulled away momentarily, pushing him down onto the bed. My lips marked his flesh as I kissed my way down his throat and placed the occasional bite on his torso. My tongue danced across the hard plains of his abs, dipping in between the defined muscles. I made my way back up his body, this time taking the path up his neck and blew a soft, warm breath on the point of his ear. He shuddered beneath me, letting me feel how hard he was against me. My tongue darted out of my mouth, hesitantly licking the tip. He moved his hands up my legs, reaching the band of my petticoat. As he began pulling it off of me, I rose up leaning forward more, so that he could pull it off me entirely. It caught around my knees, he then rolled me over and finished removing the garment.

Then he slowly began pulling my panties down my legs, I lifted my hips up to assist him a little. He stared down at me as I lay before him, bare to the world. Foregoing modesty, I sat up and my hands traced around the top of his leggings. My fingers struggled with the lacings, causing me to huff in irritation. He took pity on me and quickly untied his leggings. Standing up from the bed, he slowly moved the leggings down; I was out of the bed and kneeling before him in an instant. I pulled his leggings down so that they pooled around his feet and he quickly stepped out of them.

I stood back up and wrapped my arms around his neck, kissing him softly as our naked bodies pressed against one another. Lifting me up off the ground, he moved us back over to the bed. We flopped down and he began to kiss my torso once more, I sighed as he did so. Then his fingers began to wander down my flesh, leaving a trail of heat behind them. After a circle around my navel, his fingers splayed out on my thighs. Gently, he brushed his fingers against me, eliciting a gasp from me. His eyes locked with mine for a second, everything else halted for just those moments.

"Are you sure?" he questioned quietly, cautiously.

"Please." Was my response, sounding absolutely sure of my answer.

He spread my legs wider as he looked me straight in the eyes. I tried to relax my body as much as possible, knowing that this was probably going to hurt. And then, with one swift movement he was thrust inside me. A gasp erupted in my mouth as I felt him break the final barrier of virginity. My eyes snapped shut, blocking out the pain that was spreading through me. His gently hand caressed my face slowly, as he held his position absolutely still. When I opened my eyes, I saw how worried he was for me.

"Melethnin, are you alright?" he asked me, voice coming out raspy from restraint.

"Uh-huh, fine love." I told him, slowly moving my hips and creating the first real movement.

He moaned at my movement, then he moved inside me once more. The pain was beginning to fade away, left behind by pleasure. I sighed as he moved again, thrusting inside me, but it quickly turned to a moan. He pumped in and out of me, the room filled with our pleasured noises. Repositioning himself, he pulled my leg up and rested it on his hip, changing the angle that he was penetrating me. Issuing forth from my mouth was a jumble of gasps and moans. As he continued to slam into me, I could feel tightness coiling in my lower stomach. I met his thrusts one for one as we continued to clash together.

"Uh, faster." I practically cried out.

With the increase of speed, my gasps turned sharper and higher pitched. The pleasure built until he brushed against a sensitive place as he angled in deeper and my eyes rolled back in my head. A mixture of moans, gasps, and 'oh gods' escaped my lips as I felt myself tighten around him and colors flashed before my eyes. His previously measured thrusts became more haphazard and out of rhythm. As I began to come crashing down from my climax, he came inside me.

We lay in a tangle of limbs, cuddling in our post-coital bliss. My lips would brush against his every once in a while, exhaustion was beginning to creep over me.

"Amin mella lle." I love you. He told me, sleep was beginning to take over him as well.

"Je t'aime aussi, mon cher." I love you too, my dear. I replied in French.

Sleep came to the both of us and for once, nothing but sweet dreams filled me. There was no better place in any world for me to be, then right there in Legolas' arms.

Gentle kisses trailed along my neck, bringing me slowly to consciousness. I sighed as sleep finally dissipated from me, my eyes focused. I was staring straight up at the ceiling, but out of the corner of my eye I could see a blonde head against my neck. Suddenly, the kisses stopped and Legolas pulled away from my neck to look at me. He had a soft smile on his face when he leaned in and kissed me sweetly. It was not the passionate, forceful kisses from last night, but an entirely different, tender sort of kiss. His tongue gently ran along my lower lip, to which I opened my mouth willingly. We kissed for a few moments, until we were interrupted by a knock on the door.

I sent a glare at the door and returned my attention to Legolas. But unfortunately, the knocking continued. So I did what seemed best for us. I pulled the blanket over us and my hands explored his chest while we kissed under the covers.

"I'm not going away so you can get rid of that idea now." Aragorn's voice carried through the door.

I pressed another quick kiss to Legolas' lips then raised my head out from under the covers.

"I don't suggest coming in. You will undoubtedly see some things that you don't want to." I called out to the door, hoping that this would sufficiently get rid of Aragorn.

"I think we all already heard too much last night." Saffy called through the door, I rolled my eyes and ducked back under the covers.

"I don't think they are going to leave us alone anytime soon." Legolas laughed as I returned to under the covers.

"Hmmmmm," I pondered for a moment, until a fantastic idea struck me. "I have an idea."

"Really, meleth?" he asked, lips lingering on my neck.

"Uh-huh, just go along with me, alright?" I clarified with him, to which I received a nod.

It must have been out of the blue for Legolas, as his eyes widened in shock, when I began making simulated sex sounds. After I smacked his shoulder slightly, Legolas began making similar noises.

"Maybe we should just go." Aragorn suggested quietly to Saffy, obviously he thought that we were actually having sex once again.

"No way." Saffy whispered to him, but then she raised her voice so that we were meant to hear it. "Nice try, DiDi. But I can tell that you're faking it. So stop making Legolas play along."

I frowned, causing a smirk to appear on Legolas' face. I kissed the smirk off of his face, moving so that I was straddling him and the blankets had fallen off of us.

"Alright, Saffy. If you really want we can give you a real performance." I offered over my shoulder, before returning my attention to the elf who was hardening beneath me.

"You really want to make love for their benefit?" Legolas asked, shocked at this.

"No, but getting them to leave us alone will definitely be a bonus." I said as I rolled my hips.

A moan escaped his lips, as I raked my nails across his chest. He lifted his head up and I brought mine down, meeting together to kiss once more.

"We're coming in, Di!" Saffy announced from outside the door.

"Are you sure that you want to?" I questioned before returning to kissing Legolas.

I shifted the blanket so that it would cover him as much as possible. Then I leaned back down and kissed his lips before moving down his neck. The door swung open behind me, resulting in a startled Saffy at the scene in front of her. I looked back over my shoulder at her, standing next to her was a completely mortified Aragorn. He remained stock still for a moment, before averting his eyes.

"Enjoying the view?" I questioned sarcastically then rolled my eyes at her lack of response. "Take a picture, it'll last longer."

Saffy looked like she was about to stammer out something, but instead Aragorn pulled the door shut quickly. As soon as I heard the sounds of them scurrying away, I released a giggle and rolled off of Legolas, though my leg remained cast over his hips.

"Where do you think you're going?" he enquired in a low voice.

I faked a yawn then wrapped my arms around his neck. Closing my eyes, I rested my head against his shoulder.

"I was going to go back to sleep, love." I replied.

He rolled us over so that he was laying over me, my legs wrapped around his waist. I opened my eyes when I felt this change, staring up into his bright blue eyes.

"Maybe we could do something better than sleeping." He commented with a smirk, then he leaned down and kissed my lips.

One final giggle escaped my lips, before it was swiftly replaced by the sounds of moaning as we made love once more.

***End Chapter 27***

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