Title: TH Elvenking's Visitors
Chapter 8: Joy and Pain
Spoiler Alert: The Hobbit (books, maps and movies)
Warnings: Language, Sexual Situations, Violence, Humor…the hotness of Thranduil.
Pairing: Thranduil/OC
Summary: Ship - Thranduil lost his wife years ago to war. After the death of the dragon, there is a group of humans who are causing problems. One sparks Thranduil's interest.
A/N: Warning-Rating M- Thranduil stripping and ripping his clothing off may result in heavy breathing and an Elven-fever. But first, I give you a family moment. LOL!
Legolas pressed his hands together and eyed his father while trying not to smile. "She must be very hungry."
Thranduil watched after her and shook his head. "Yes. Humans usually eat meat with their meals, so perhaps she feels starved just eating our food. Humans and Hobbits need more variety."
Legolas nodded. "If they are going to be here for any amount of time, there may need to be a hunting party sent out or we could lay in supplies from the Lake Town. They always have a lot of fish and deer." He knew broaching the topic that way might cause his father to give more light as to his intensions with Alyssa. It could reveal if he meant to keep her around or not.
Thranduil turned his attention to his son. "Do you really expect me to comment on that?"
Legolas knew that meant that his father understood what he was trying. He took in a slow breath and ignored the question because it wasn't really a question. He knew that his father did not know a lot about humans and that could cause her to be malnourished. He thought about having to mix a concoction to save her from alcohol poisoning. "The humans will need meat if we are to keep them comfortable and less…what was the word? Bossy." He thought if he put a positive spin on the end that it would persuade him to order them food that was appropriate for them as any sovereign would for guests.
Thranduil squinted at Legolas thinking that he was asking for her to stay even if Thranduil did not have any strategies as to why she needed to remain. His mind offered the state he found them in when he returned to his bedchamber. Arms clasped, lips pressing, gasps of air…
He further believed the bossy comment was a way of pointing out that he had allowed himself to be ordered around by a human. Thranduil paused in his thoughts wondering if that was what was meant or if Legolas was just pointing out that the Elvenking would have to give the order to bring dead carcasses into the mountain for the humans.
Thranduil instantly thought of the implication. It would show that she was important enough to do separate trade arrangements for.
Thranduil stood up now fearing that if he did then his people would know that he favored Alyssa. He reminded himself he had already recued her, walked in half clothed carrying her and that he had her group moved to more comfortable lodgings. If he now arranged for special food stores for her, it would signal to all in his lands and the Lake Town that he was besotted with her and that she had the power to guide his will.
It was a weakness he believed he could not afford.
Thranduil peered off into the distance. "There will be no hunting party. There will be no trade for extra supplies. They will eat what they are given for as long as they are here."
Legolas saw the shift in him, so he stood and placed his hand on his arm. "Father. Please reconsider."
Feeling the contact, Thranduil angled toward Legolas. Memories flooded his mind of when Legolas was very young and would run to him grabbing his arm asking to go for a ride his Elk. Thranduil could practically feel lifting the small joyful bundle into his arms then vaulting up for a turn around the garden paths.
He blinked back to reality noticing how concerned his son was. "Very well. Go yourself into the forest and return letting none in the Lake Town know."
Legolas marveled at how quickly his father changed his mind. Truthfully, he thought it would take till Alyssa was noticeably weak from hunger before he would comply. He risked a question. "Why so sudden a change?"
Thranduil clasped his son's arm so they were gripping onto each other. He felt regret for how often he ignored his feelings for his son because looking upon him reminded him of what he lost. "You look so very much like her."
Legolas lowered his head. It was a conformation to him of what he hoped all these years. The icy façade was because he cared too much instead of so little.
Thranduil continued. "I would see you joyful again like when we went for rides together. I fear my pain has dwindled your joy."
Legolas's tear filled eyes focused back on his fathers. "It has appeared as if you felt nothing for her loss." He paused and took in a breath. "I remember her cheerful and laughing in the gardens. It makes me feel happiness and sorrow at the same time, but hearing a confirmation that you share in my struggle lessens my pain. Father."
Thranduil relaxed the control he held over himself and allowed Legolas to see on his face what he felt in his heart. "Not a day passed from that to this that I do not feel the loss of her. I fear pushing away the memories of her has left me wrapped in despair. I have been harsh with you when you needed kindness because your happy demeanor along with your appearance makes the loss that much more acute. Forgive me."
Legolas let go of his arm and embraced him. In all his sessions in this healing room, he never even fantasized once that his father would voice such things to him. He clung to him now feeling that the smiling elegant king that he knew as a child was still in there…that he did not die with his beloved.
Legolas let go feeling tears fall down his face even as a smile pushed forward. "There is nothing to forgive." He turned a little farther to the side. "I am going hunting. I'll return later today." He angled back to his father and breathed in more easily than he had in years. He wiped his face as he departed and thought of how thankful he was to Alyssa because she had brought his father back from darkness.
Thranduil knew she was standing close, but he did not move to face her. He waited for her to finish coming to him and put his hand out to lean upon a marble column.
He didn't have words to express the feelings of admiration that pushed forward replacing the sorrow. He marveled that a mere human with all her flaws and all her vibrant beauty was capable of bringing life back to his heart and restoring his relationship with his son.
He had to control himself not to turn to her and kneel before her out of reverence because she had broken through the frosted shield he had held so tightly around him for so many many years. He contemplated that it was her youth and humanity that caused her to experience everything so strongly. She was like a bright shining star burning and consuming itself quickly compared to the other steady glowing stars that were not so bright, but would outlast the first.
He had never for one second felt humble in his life, but he supposed this was the closest he would ever come to it. He realized her life would pass so much more quickly like that kind of star. Burning. Flaming then gone. And in her short life, she found him and his situation important enough to waste time on. To invest time with. He knew it to be a gift more precious than the most dazzling of gems that were cold and hard not giving life of their own, but her…she was giving parts of her short life and herself to him. He clenched his teeth fighting not to kneel.
Alyssa set her plate down on the chase lounge and faced him. She saw mixtures of emotions on his face. It was like watching leaves being pulled along inside a river's strong current. She berated herself for her rant about his intensity and how he stands with his hand on his sword. Those were minor and insignificant things compared to the end of the conversation she heard.
She now felt silly for yelling at him for being himself.
If he was complicated, it was because he was thousands of years old and had fought in more battles than she could possibly imagine and had done so against foes that seemed to be straight out of hell.
If he was intense and calculating, it was because he was responsible for an entire nation of people who relied on him for their lives while said foes were out to kill them all. She concluded that the weight of the world was on his shoulders…literally. And who was she to berate him and order him about? A human. A nobody. She had never run a nation or even a business for that matter.
She reminded herself these were deadly times where Orcs, Goblins, Watchers in the Water, Wargs, Trolls, Uruk-hai, Nazgul, Balrogs, Great Spiders and Dragons enjoyed slaughtering innocents by the thousands and tens of thousands. They held no mercy and savored torturing their pray in the most sadistic manners possible.
Thranduil was responsible for out witting and out maneuvering them and had done so for thousands of years. Her mind stuck on one word… thousands. Not a few years or ten years or a hundred years, but …thousands. What must one experience being in that situation for thousands of years? The question alone brought her breath in with a shutter.
Alyssa spoke quietly well aware of her own insignificance. "I'm sorry."
He did not respond, but started watching her.
She tried again. "I'm sorry for yelling. I must have been hungrier than I thought." She knew that was not enough of an explanation for her behavior, so she made herself continue. "I'm not use to being here or around royalty. You have a lot of responsibilities. I forget sometimes that you are a king. I'm sorry." She wondered if she should bow and remembered that the actor who played him said that he thought Thranduil wanted people to.
She shook her head no thinking that a curtsy might look stupid to him, so she lowered her head and closed her eyes thinking he would walk away from her.
After a few seconds, she felt his warm hand on the side of her face and his thumb gripped under her jaw. She allowed him to raise her face up having no idea what was expected of her. She was almost afraid to open her eyes, but then she smelled the berry pine scent of his hair and knew he moved closer.
Her eyes flashed open to see his mere inches away. She gasped and pulled back, but his hand tightened holding her in place. His other arm circled her waist pulling her even closer as he bent down to her while speaking in a seductive whisper. "Then I will remind you."
He closed the distance between their mouths, but only grazed his lips across hers. As he spoke, the softness of his lips moved against hers. "And show you."
She felt the floor under her feet disappear as he bent and used his arm around her waist to lift her up against him. Her heart exploded in a thundering rhythm as it beat against his. The room seemed to spin around her then it was as if gravity shifted pulling her body to wrap around his clinging for life as she landed on him then rolled under his body.
She turned her head to the side to see his arm shoot out throwing his sword away. She was lying on the floor on top of the purple flowered vines that had been hanging over them only a second before. It took a couple seconds for her mind to put it together that he had unsheathed his sword as he was lifting her, swung out cutting the vines, turned to take the impact of the fall then rolled her over tossing the weapon aside.
In those two seconds of comprehension, his lips descended to kiss and nip at her jaw where his hand had been. She looked up at him as he worked toward her lips and heard his crown rolling away in the opposite direction of his sword. She fought for air as his body pressed more fully down onto hers and his eyes swam with all the tempest of a storm.
Her ability to think coherently was swept away by the onslaught of his dominant mouth that finally found her lips again. His mouth was as ruthless as it had been soft only a moment before.
Thranduil demanded with every press of his heated lips and probing wicked tongue. He commanded her to respond to his body's needs with every grasp of his hands that roamed and every press of his hips that ground against the thin material that separated them. Their bodies moved together in desperate throbbing need to consume and be consumed.
Thranduil gripped her harder than he knew and heard a muffled grunt from Alyssa's lips as she bit harder on his shoulder. He saw she appeared to enjoy it as she clutched onto him scraping her nails down the material covering his back bringing a low growl from his lips.
He teetered on a thin line of control reminding himself that she was not an Elf, but a human who could be damaged if he went too far.
He leaned in and smelled the scent of her hair where it came loose from the tie. Embarrassment pushed at him seeing her hair in such a state. It was not a welcoming feeling. He had not felt thusly since he first learned to use a sword. He knew the cause of the unsettling feeling was because he noticed that he was not using any of his learned skill in the art of pleasuring women and instead he had grabbed at her and was pawing and growling at her like an animal.
Thranduil moved to her lips and attempted to entice with several techniques, but lost his concentration when she bit his lip in an act of frustration.
He secured her wrists above her head, pinned her hips under his so she could not rock against him. He then planted his hand against the vines under them as to keep said deceptive hand off of her offered breasts that were even now heaving and pressing against the green fabric of her shirt as if they were trying to get to him. He wondered if they would as she pulled on her arms trying to get them loose so she could touch him again.
He forced himself to hold still and to keep his upper body from pressing down onto her. He was going to regain control damn it.
He watched her flushed face knowing he was the only one to blame because he had denied himself for so long that this part of him had faded. Now with her, it was very much alive and charged, and it worried him that he would sorely use her because of his own stupidity. He wanted her to know the skill of a several thousand years old Elvenking, and knew she probably expected to be overwhelmed and shocked by his ability to entice various responses from her body that she herself did not know were possible.
He cussed himself within his thoughts for not waiting till they returned to his bedchamber where he could be more civilized…where he could perform the arts of lovemaking that usually astounded other races into incoherent blindness for weeks not acting like he was an elk in rut.
But he didn't want to be restrained. He didn't want to take his time to luxuriate in the abundance of her soft curves causing titillating gasps of pleasure from her lips. He wanted her now with her grasping…no, the marks on his body reminded him that she was actually clawing and biting for more.
Alyssa couldn't stop struggling to touch him. Her lips panted for air causing her sensitive nipples to rub against the fabric of her shirt when she would prefer them pressing against the firm muscular expanse of his chest and abdomen. Her eyes were so dilated with arousal that she had to blink a few times to focus on said perfection. After all the doubt and the wanting, to have him holding her down was in itself a treat and something she knew she would dream about later.
He admitted to himself that he had never seen a more alluring sight and found it difficult to speak. "Who am I?" He realized the question was as much for himself as it was for her. He knew she said she forgot he was a king and he knew he was definitely not acting like one. He was grasping at anything to try to gain some type of control.
Alyssa could barely comprehend the words and only knew she needed more. "Please."
He released her wrists with that one word, but was able to keep himself still.
Her hands ran over his waist and pulled at the tight fitting silver robe that covered the muscular frame she was dying to feel with her bare hands, mouth and breasts. Her body screamed and throbbed for him like she had never felt for any other man. She felt half crazed and didn't notice or care that her voice escaped her lips with unintelligible sounds begging for him to continue.
Thranduil used every ounce of control he possessed to deny her even as his own body trembled with her need of her and the strain of holding back. His words started as a whisper and turned into a growling moan of restrained power. "Not until you answer me. Who am I?"
Alyssa pulled down on him, but he would not comply. She gripped him with her legs, but he refused to press against her as he had. Her mind cleared enough to let the answer escape her lips as she desperately needed him to continue. "King." She inhaled deeply barely able to hold onto her focus. "You're the Elvenking."
Thranduil threatened himself as a way to try to hold onto civility while he struggled out of his robe then openly cursed it in Elvish for having to inch away from her to get it off. He managed to get his pants and boots off even quicker once he saw her trying to undo the top clasps of the green shirt he gave to her. When she fumbled with the little clasps, his hard won patience snapped.
He ripped the material apart pulling her up searching for how to get her bra off. Her lips pressed to his and her hands roamed his back as he pulled the back straps apart instead of taking the time to undo the undergarment. The material was flung aside where his own was.
He sat back on his feet pulling her half naked body with him. With his hands at her waist, he lifted her slowly enough so that his mouth closed over one hardened nipple applying light suction while flicking the end of his tongue.
Her hands fisted in his long hair trying to hold his mouth in place even as he continued to lift her. "Damn it!" She despaired that he had changed his mind and was lifting her completely away from him.
"Stand." His deep voice commanded just before his teeth pulled at the clasp of her pants. She was barely able to gain her footing when his head jerked to the side, and his strong hands tugged the fabric down her legs.
Alyssa lifted one foot thinking to step out of the material when he lifted up to his knees taking her up with him and pressing her against him letting her body slide down over him. "What?" Alyssa wasn't sure what he was doing, but she let him move her legs to wrap around his waist as he lowered down back sitting on his feet.
Their mouths joined again in a greedy war while he reached back unlocking her legs from around his waist and let her feet press down next to his.
He pulled his mouth from hers knowing he had to ask even as his throbbing hardness was gently applying pressure against her slickness as he kneeled under her. "You want this?" He breathed in watching her eyes. "You want me?"
The thundering storm of desire in his eyes cleared momentarily and Alyssa saw hope and vulnerability in the depths of crystal blue asking her along with his words if she truly wanted him and not just his body.
Her body still raged demanding release, but her mind cleared as if she found herself in the calm eye of the tempest they had created. She knew she could just tell him to continue and their bodies would join in a lusty bout, but their hearts would remain separate. She rested her hands on his shoulders knowing he was not just asking her to take, but he was also asking her to give.
She knew her eyes did not express the hope in his, but showed him her fear. Could she truly trust such a volatile and manipulating man with her heart? She corrected…Elvenking.
She watched him blink slowly and when his eyes opened again the hope and joy had started to turn to desolation and pain. It wrenched her heart more than anything else ever had. And as her hand slid from his shoulder to his face, she knew she could hold nothing back from him. "Yes."
Alyssa watched his eyelids flicker in shock then a radiant smile break like morning sun across his face far more captivating than the wonders of the world.
In the back of her mind, she knew this was part of him that was passed on to his son. It was a part that had been in hiding, and she smiled back unable to resist his infectious demeanor.
The glances between them only took moments, and it was far more intimate than anything Alyssa had ever experienced. It was as if they had lived an entire day in that moment. Shared promises. Whispered secrets. As if they had a lengthy conversation. As if their hearts joined into one.
She saw the carefree expression on his face turn into something more wicked. With that flash of a hungry glance, she knew they had passed out of the eye of the storm and the waves of passion slammed against them. The strength of his arms lowered her slowly inch by inch as she cried out from the delectable pressure of him pressing inside.
He watched her closely completely obsessed with her every gasp and moan till their eyes locked when she was finally sitting firmly down in his lap. He became lost in her emerald eyes as he used his toned and flexible body to work them toward the wave that would break across the shore and shatter the storm.
Alyssa was equally drawn into his hypnotizing eyes even as she flexed and strained against him….with him. She didn't know how she could have ever complained about his intensity as his arms moved around circling her and as he moved inside her. He completely consuming her so that she held onto him trusting he would save her from drowning in the waves. In those next minutes that passed, he was everything in her existence. Her anchor. Love. Temptation. Male perfection.
They rocked together giving and taking more than they had before. Lips pressing and souls entwining. Connected together far more than on any physical realm. The bond strengthened as he held her so she had no choice but to drowned in his eyes as she found her release with wave after wave of trembling muscle that quickly flung him with her on the waves toward the tranquil shore.
He lay them down and pulled her tight against him as her heart slowed and her eyes mostly closed in a throbbing near state of slumber. She felt warm and safe as she ran her fingers over his long hair and fell asleep with her head on his chest listening to his heart slow to match the pace of her own.
In that moment just before consciousness slips away, both had peace not knowing it would not last.
A/N: The first part of the chapter when I wrote about Thranduil and Legolas made me cry, and I had to keep wiping at my face as I wrote it. I don't even know where that came from. I guess seeing that Legolas has the capability for happiness leads me to believe that when his mother was alive things were different between him and his father. I guess this was my way of making it better. hehehee But I gave myself a headache in the process. LOL. The second half of hotness? It fixed everything else, so Thranduil can destroy it later. Hehehehheeeee Admit it. You know he is going to panic when he realizes he has tied himself to a human and other Elves notice it. heheheee