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Chapter 1

"Legolas!" Jieleneril Arnamdir woke with a yell, as she had for the past couple of weeks. Sweat glistened down her back, her sheets chilled with it. She had leaned up on her elbow to try to right her mind, to grasp reality once more. Looking to her alarm clock she saw the hands pointing to 2:47 am. Again.

What the hell? She thought to herself. It was eerie that she awoke at the same time every night for the past two weeks, like a warning to be watchful in the future for that time. But she tried to be logical, to see through her superstitious and paranoid nature as her therapist was telling her to do. It was pure coincidence.

Please be just a coincidence. She finally thought moving on the the next set of thoughts in her mind. I really must be reading too many fan fictions of Legolas.

She had been addicted to since middle school. As she got older her choices of which to read got bolder and hotter, usually leaving her aching for the fictional characters before she'd sigh. She'd wake back up to reality and go on a few dates, try to connect with a man in the real world.

It was so dull compared to the adventure, excitement, and fulfillment she read in the stories. Sure some men WERE handsome and built like Arnold when he first appeared in terminator, sweat glistening as they worked out on the beaches near her dorms. Juicy enough to want to get a taste of. BUT most men in her college and generally on the California coasts weren't chivalrous. To be fair it was like that everywhere it seemed.

Her family raised her to be honorable, ladylike, and take no shit from anyone. Her grandma especially, she came from a long line of aristocrats who came from France and started a colony in Florida before having their fort raided by Appalachian Indians. The only survivor, granny's father, inherited her clan's fortune, but he squandered every penny so Granny Ruth had to nut up or shut up. On top of aristocratic etiquette she also instilled how to handle confrontation all cutthroat like.

That was why Jieleneril (gee-el-eh-ner-deel), or Jiel to her friends, was so attracted to honorable gentlemen. Plus the anticipation being forced to dance around how turned on you both were before he was so lust dumb he'd say fuck it, abandon etiquette and pounce really did it for her.

Her other grandma, or Nana, was the complete opposite, a kind and sturdy soul who was spicy in her own way. Once Jiel had started on racy fan fictions Nana told her about her own addiction to romance novels saying, and she quoted, "some of those books...WHEEEW, they make me need a cold shower!" She'd also lovingly glare at the younger cousins racing around the pool and tell them for the hundredth time to, and again she quoted, "knock it off, you little shits!" Before smiling once again at them now that they were safe from injury.

And that's where she got her taste for smut.

On top of hard to find honorable qualities, to find a man that actually excited her arousal who had those honorable attributes was proving...infuriating difficult. Especially at a college next to the beach in California. Even if she did get a full scholarship for softball, it was either that or gymnastics since there was no scholarships for any martial arts and she really wanted to hit something, she just wanted freedom to be herself.

She got a taste of freedom around her grandmothers when her parents weren't around trying to pretty her up to the point of suffocation. Another reason she had to choose softball, the only thing her parents let her play that was violent enough to vent her frustrations with the aristocratic life.

That's also probably why she liked Legolas' character. They both had similar upbringings. And he was so fine. His muscles ripping through his shirt, the endurance and agility...Jiel had to roll her dark turquoise eyes in the back of her head as she groaned.

She would have to finger herself now, she needed sleep and she was super horny thinking of the dream she had because of the last fan fiction she read where he was fucking the main character with her facing the tree, hands tied with rope he'd tied around it so she couldn't move and he thrusted into her. All clothes on except the girls dress was around her waist and...Jiel turn on her back with resignation.

She slept nude anyway and thought of long blonde hair the shade of sunlight and pale blue eyes darkening as he tilted his head down, staring at her through light lashes. Her hand snaked to her left breast and the other skimmed her belly going south.

Oh if dreams could come true.

Today was Friday, classes were canceled due to a heavy rainstorm that warned of flash floods, but the students of Cabybara University, or Crappy-baras as the student population called it due the lack of decent drinking accommodations downtown, had other plans. The beaches were packed with teens and 20 year olds dancing in the rain, no lightning meant party time during storms. Especially on the weekends.

Jiel was with a few girls who hadn't really acknowledged her until Granny Ruth visited boasting how the school was lucky to have a French Aristocrat. Waving her hand in a queenly manner she had walked with Jieleneril through the student common area in one of her favorite dresses and in a graciously strong voice remarked on he lack of friends, "you are such a fine lady in aristocratic society, you dress classy and educated. You have these gorgeously long, ringlet curls." Granny pulled her waist length honey ginger colored hair up, slowly letting it fall from her fingers for articulation.

The girls had been gossiping and pointing at Granny Ruth until they heard 'aristocrat' then hurried to introduce themselves. Now here they were, pulling Jiel into the game of volleyball where everyone was busting their ass and the water kept making the ball slip from hands into every direction other than the one they wanted it to go.

Which genius had this planned for rainy weather specifically? She thought. They kept falling like bowling pins, knocking into each other. Jiel cringed as the adorable Shirley temple type girl in the group fell having received a relatively loud smack from the volleyball to her face. Feeling a bit bad for Shirley she walked over, trying to get a grip on her arm to help her up.

"Are you alright?" She yelled over the loud splatters of rain fall.

The redhead smiled, trying to dust off her barely clad body but was failing. Shirley was clearly wasted in the summer storm, "GEEEEEEEEEEEEEL!" The girl's Kentucky accent had her mispronouncing Jiel's name again. "Bobby! Ronie!"

Two of the school's lacrosse player came over grinning at her, then their gaze drifted to the blonde for the first time since She started here, they sent heated stares at her two piece with their grins still in place which make her look away embarrassed.

Since Jieleneril hadn't been able to find any guys she's interested in she's had to dress a bit unattractive so She wouldn't have to deal with psycho guys who get possessive after one or even no dates. It happened before and she wanted to avoid that creepy shit again.

She was confident enough in her body; She had breasts that didn't seem to stop growing, an hour glass figure, she's been told her ass and thighs are 'sexy as hell', and She thought her button nose, full lips, and almond shaped eyes were rather pretty. Plus, because she's constantly doing softball She stays in shape rather easily.

The white two piece covered enough to be decent so she wasn't too worried about the trying anything. She was also sober so she could out maneuver these drunkards if she needed to. The only thing she hadn't planned on was just how thin the water wear was, light shades of pink were just barely visible from her nipples as were the points raising the fabrics. In an attempt to cover this she had adorned her soaked towel over her shoulders.

Shirley leaned on the tallest one, pushing his arm between her breasts, "Geeeeel needs to join! But I can't get her to plaaaaay!"

The two guys looked at each other and grinned before their predatory eyes landed on her. Well fuck you too, Shirley.

Jiel's hair blew around her as she backed away, sticking to her waist and making the uncomfortable pit now in her stomach drop just a little bit more. Her heart sped up, unsure of how she allowed her self into this situation. For fuck sakes, she just wanted to leave her dorm for a little while and this happens!

As soon as she turned to take off the jocks grabbed her, first at her shoulders and waist then their hands started grabbing out to her wrists and ankles, carting her toward the chaotic waves.

Jieleneril screamed profanities and threats that went unnoticed by the red faced buffoons as they started to swing her, like really swing her. Oh shit.

Her voice shook as she started to plea with them. She usually would rather fight but she couldn't in this situation. All she could do was start shaking and wait for the inevitable.

She couldn't swim.

A strange storm brew on the coasts of Valinor. It was highly unusual for this season, yet the rains fell heavy and warm onto the fallen leaves, the strange noise of Laer's warm weather hitting Rhîw's deadened greenery unnerved the blonde elf. This was Valinor, there should be no rain when no rain was needed. Legolas grew suspicious of this new development, dawning his bow which was draped over his navy kaftan, the end which was split in the middle to allow more movement flapped without noise as the prince leapt off a bolder he was perched on. The bow into his left hand linking to him like an extension of his essence and nocking an arrow on the string. The small hairs on the back of his neck stood up, but not from the snow.

There was something unnatural about this storm, something was happening which he could not explain.

Gimli wobbled over in his snow proof leather apparel, an embarrassing gift from the elves for he had not brought his own when he arrived. Since the tales of Valar having control over all aspects of this continent, according to Legolas and his father, Gimli had assumed the weather would stay agreeable. As Laer faded to Lavas, however, the dwarf discovered his predicament.

When Legolas heard nothing on the wind he started his stride to the shore a short distance away just over a 50 foot sand dune. The silver embroidery on his kaftan glinted in the soft light of overcast clouds. He could see the black shade of this new storm rolling in and overtaking the calm soft skies of Rhîw. Was this the will of Valar? Or was there a new enemy encroaching on their home land?

He heard Gimli huffing to his side, axe at the ready, it had been drawn as soon as Legolas drew his bow. The dwarf was indeed a loyal friend. The dark brown leather of his clothing had turned black due to coming in contact with the damp snow. His cheeks were reddened from the cold and his red beard which was now tinged with gray was dripping from the new form of precipitation. His eyes were alight with the prospect of battle, he often though graciously complained of having nowhere to put his aggression, this new development was enticing for his friend indeed.

The elf's hair started to blow more violently the closer he got to the beach. As he approached the lack of sound on the snow from his steps turned to the crunching of wet sand on the shores. There were shimmering shells from the Ekkaia sea, their shine dimmed from the darkness intruding the lands. It was most strange to the elf, this storm was relatively small, only a couple of miles wide and centered to his spot on the sands.

His thumb traced the end of the arrow shaft that was attached to his string in unease. In all the prince's 3057 years he had yet to see this type of occurrence. It put him on edge to say the least. His eyes narrowed on the waves as they stopped swelling to collapse on the beach, instead they started to spin. Slowly at first then they picked up speed, the water turned into a raging vortex.

Legolas felt static at the last moment, diving to push the dwarf away from the wet sand as all sounds seem to quiet then-

The crackling boom of thunder deafened his sensitive ears and lightening blinded him and hit the vortex.

His ears ring as he quickly stood up, shuffling gracefully off the dwarf who let out irritated gruffly words under his breath about how he would've been fine and could've taken the lightening strike.

With difficulties due to his wet dark navy leggings, Legolas swiftly ran to the waters edge. He could see the movement of bubbles from the sudden vortex closing in on itself, but he sensed something new, the presence of an elf. His eyes saw the edhel before the dwarf due to his superior vision.

Legolas entered the water just as the adaneth broke above the now resuming waves. He stood a few feet away stunned. Gimli had also dropped his jaw, eyes almost leaving their sockets in shock.

The elf noticed her fair features which was not uncommon for elves, but even though her features were flawless; smooth skin, soft lips, glistening hair, he couldn't help but see how different her face was shaped.

Her nose was not the same as other elvish races, it was a button shape. Her hair was an elvish shade and long as most adaneth's were, but her face wasn't as sharp as others. It was the form of a heart, elegant cheek bones as usual but also softer. 'Perhaps she was only half elf?' He wondered.

All these features he had noticed weren't what shocked the two males, it was her lack of coverings. Her breasts were hardly covered, strange white material encompassed her breasts, twisting in the middle before connecting to gold chains which tied around her neck and her back. The bottom piece of smooth cloth was a triangle connecting to similar chains on the sides of her hips. That was it. Nothing else.

Before he could control his curiosity the blonde's gaze snapped back to her generously sized, bobbing breasts and she may have well have not been wearing a top. He sharply inhaled through his nose. His tongue instinctually ran over his canines, for what reason he did not know. All he knew was she stirred his interest. Not only with how she had appeared through a mysterious storm, but her physical appearance as well. Most elvish adaneth were not so...well endowed.

Finally, Legolas put his bow across his back once more and the arrow away in the quiver resting on his right shoulder. The silver long sleeve tunic under his kaftan stuck to his skin as he dipped his arms in the dark salt water, his black leather braces with silver embroidered wood elf designs scraped lightly against the she-elf's chains.

Was she a slave? If she were whoever owned her would not be getting her back. Elves of all kinds did not tolerate the slavery of their people. Legolas' eyes darkened as he stared at the chains, since they were gold it would signify that whoever owned her was of high status.

Gimli, seeming to shake out of his stupor, cleared his throat having made the same conclusion, "Only an arrogant fool would enslave a elvish lass. And to put her in such indecency." He huffed in disapproval. Legolas saw his friend's eyes narrow, lips thin, and nostrils flare with a huff. Even in the blondes own turmoil with his anger his heart warmed knowing his friend was angry on the behalf of the elvish people.

"Only a fool indeed," he answered, pupils large with fury. His eyebrows drew together as he pulled her into his arms and against his chest. Her skin was warm against his long, strong fingers, but it shouldn't be because it was Rhîw.

As quickly as it had come the storm withdrew into itself, the rain turning to snow once more. The inky clouds rolling into a singular spot until there were none. Overcast had returned as it it never left, renascence of the cold air which had been misplaced by the cyclone.

Now the female's skin began to drop in temperature. Legolas wasn't sure if the she-elf was old enough to be impervious to the elements yet. He trudged out of the water, his leather boots now making indignant squishing sounds but the prince cared not, his concern was for the lady. He noticed bruises on her skin now; knees, elbows, one shoulder, three knuckles, and a particularly bad patch of black dots of bruises on her foot. Most had already begun healing thankfully.

Shuffling her effortlessly from one arm to another he was able to remove his kaftan and dress the adaneth, both for modesty and weather. "Not only did they enslave her, they spear to have abused her as well," Gimli said as he walked closer to inspect her bruised foot. Suddenly Legolas was glad he was Prince Greenleaf. He was ready to start a war. Not only for the blonde in front of him but those who also may be suffering in captivity.

Without reticence the dír elf growled. The red beard nodded, "tis a good time as any for war."

The dwarf watched his friend, expecting an argument, but instead Legolas nodded. Gimli's thick eyebrows rose.

"We must conjure the Council of High Elves. If there is to be war we will need their approval, but also they will require evidence. I know not where to start." He normally would, but for an unknown reason he couldn't think straight through his rage. So many unknowns this day we're throwing off his equanimity. Hopeful, the blonde turned to his friend, "perhaps she will have some answers for our legion of questions."

"Aye, let us be off then," the dwarf answered and they began their week long trek back to Mandos.

Elvish words- Laer: summer, Rhîw: winter, Valinor: the continent of the elves, Valar: gods who answer to the creator of the world Eru Ilúvatar, Lavas: fall (season), edhel: elf, adaneth: female, Mandos: elvish city in Valinor