Fan Fiction ❯ Legolas ❯ Secrets ( Chapter 4 )

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They met again the next night, and every night after that for the next two months and almost a fortnight. They had so far remained undetected, but all that was about to change. For one night when Andraya was sneaking off again, Elrond was wandering about the corridors. He saw her slip away into the shadows and decided to wait in her room for her return.

"Legolas? Are you here?" Andraya whispered into the darkness, "Oh, I swear if he forgot to come out here I will kill him!"

Legolas watched her in the dim moonlight from his hiding place and wished dearly that he could marry her. But he would have to make do with what time they had left. He emerged from the thicket of trees from which he had been watching her. She almost screamed but his hand stifled the sound.

"Shh, it's me," he said, lighting the lantern that he had brought with him, "You are very easily frightened, you know that?"

She pushed his hand away and straightened herself out. "I wasn't frightened, merely… startled," she said.

He chuckled quietly, leading her into their special clearing. They sat in the usual spot, which was a little cave-like space behind the waterfall. Legolas pulled her against him and kissed her deeply, with all the love and desire that he had to keep pent up during the day, when they couldn't be together freely. He broke the kiss and looked into her beautiful emerald eyes.

"I've wanted to do that all day," he said, sitting down with her in his lap. He cradled her and she closed her eyes, inhaling his purely male scent. "Do you know how hard it is to be in so close to you and yet remain so far away? My three months here is almost up, and then I'll have to go back to Mirkwood. I only wish we had more time than this."

"I don't want to be separated from you. If only my grandfather wasn't so stubborn! I don't want you to have to go. I want to stay with you… forever," She was on the brink of pouring out her soul to him and telling him just how much she loved him when he bent and kissed her sweetly, lingering for a second before pulling back.

"I know, and I want you to stay with me, but you can't. It's just the way fate has arranged it," he said smiling.

"Fate bites," she said.

Legolas laughed at her childish words. "Yes it does. However let's not think of that. Let's just think of the here and the now."

She smiled and nodded, leaning back into him. He might have said to think about the here and now, but his mind was dwelling on the future in spite of himself. He wished he could sweep her off her feet and take her away with him, but her family would hate him for it, and sooner or later she would, too.

Gods, but he hated himself! How could he have fallen in love after all those years? He swore to never put another innocent life in such danger again. He swore to never love again. Yet here he was again, falling all over again. 'I don't want to go through that again,' he thought, looking back to two hundred years before Frodo came to ownership of that wretched ring.

[Flashback}

Legolas stood at his mother's side as she slept. He always loved watching her sleep. She was the only woman he ever spoke to, having a very shy nature. He watched her breathe rhythmically, matching his breathing to hers. He put his hand on her stomach and felt the baby that was causing her to grow enormous kick. He laid his head there and heard the faint sound of his little sister/brother's heartbeat.

He jerked his head up when he heard people approaching. His father's voice could be heard among the jumble of them. He looked towards the door and saw Thranduil, (his father, for those who don't know), enter followed by six of his henchmen.

His father smirked when he saw Legolas. He came forward and grabbed Legolas by the shoulders ushering him to the wall on the left of his mother's bed. He held Legolas in front of him and flicked his fingers at his henchmen.

They went to his mother's bed and roused her. She opened her mouth to scream, but one of them held her mouth. She looked towards Legolas and his father confusedly. Legolas stole a glance at his father's unemotional face. His henchmen looked at him.

"Go on! I gave my orders and I mean for them to be followed!" Thranduil snapped vehemently.

"But sir, the boy…" one of them said.

"He will stay. Let him see how I punish his beloved mother for her acts of adultery," Thranduil said, tightening his grip on Legolas' shoulder.

"Yes sir," he said.

The men grabbed her hands and legs as one of them stepped up to her stomach and drew his knife. Legolas cried out to his mother, but his father told him to shut up and he, being so afraid of Thranduil's wrath, obeyed. The man brought the knife up over his shoulder, shut his eyes as though praying, and swung it down to slice open Legolas' mother's stomach. He extracted the child from her womb and handed it to another man.

Legolas turned his head away but his father's stern and unfeeling voice invaded his mind almost immediately. "Do not turn away. Watch it! I said watch!" Legolas opened his eyes and watched as the man who was holding her mouth shut released her. However, surprisingly she did not scream. For a moment Legolas thought her to be dead, but she was staring at her open stomach with so much fear in her eyes that Legolas knew she was still living. And then she screamed. One long ear-splitting scream that made Legolas' blood run cold.

"You see Legolas," his father's voice said again, "Your mother has sinned. She betrayed herself to a mortal, slept with him, was adulterous, and in turn surrendered her soul to the devil. And as you know, all sinners must be punished. No woman can be trusted. You will do well to remember that."

One man slit her throat and she let out a gurgling noise. Legolas was suddenly passed to another man. His father ordered him to watch as he drew his own dagger and walked towards Legolas' mother. He stabbed her repeatedly, until the only part of her that was recognizable was her face. Thranduil smiled at his work. He gazed at her head thoughtfully. He dropped his dagger and walked toward Legolas. He kneeled in front of his son.

"You will tell nobody of this, do you hear me? She deserved everything she got," Thranduil said.

"Sir," one of the men said. He held the baby out to him. "It is still alive. It is breathing now. What shall we do with it?"

Thranduil took the baby and held it away from him, as though it was poisonous. "It is the result of my wife's blasted infidelity. I would rather house the devil's own spawn, than have this reminder of the woman's weakness in my household." He walked to the window and held the baby out. He smiled and dropped the child. Legolas screamed and finally broke free of the man's hold.

He ran to the window and grabbed his father's shirt. He still wasn't as tall as Thranduil, or as strong, but right now he felt as though he would kill him. "Why father? Why did you do it? You know Mother was never unfaithful? So why kill her and the child? Answer me!"

Thranduil struck Legolas then, for the first time. He stood over Legolas, shaking with rage. "Don't tell me that wench was faithful! She was nothing but a whore who used her feminine charms to seduce men! I saw her myself with that mortal man! And you saw her, too!"

"That man was a friend of her family's! She never slept with him!" Legolas cried.

"I do not believe you," Thranduil said, "She is dead now, and I will discuss it no further." He exited the room.

But before Thranduil was fully out the door Legolas yelled, "You're a murder! You murdered her! You killed her without a second thought! You're a murderer!"

For a moment Thranduil stopped in the doorway, but then seemed to think better of it and proceeded to walk away from the room.

Legolas spent that entire night next to his mother's dead body. He never once cried, but thought only of the happy times. He thought of how his mother used to sing to him. She had had such a beautiful voice, like birds. She used to garden. But now the garden would die. He was escorted out of the room in the morning.

Ever since then his father had not allowed him to have a relationship with anybody. If any woman who was with Legolas so much as looked at another man, Thranduil would either exile them, or hang them. So Legolas had never gotten close to anyone. He refused to let his father hurt any woman ever again. He had vowed never to fall in love, never to let any woman even be in danger of his father.

[End of flashback]

Until now Legolas had been true to that vow. Until now he hadn't even thought about marriage or love. Until now he hadn't had Andraya. In his mind he had decided to leave her behind as schedule, but in his heart he had long since decided to stay with her no matter what the consequences.

"Legolas?" Andréa's voice shattered his thoughts. He looked down into her curious face. "What are you thinking about?"

"Nothing. Just how beautiful this place is," he lied.

"Yeah it is beautiful," Andraya said, wistfully, "You know, I wish this night could go on forever, but like all good things it must come to an end." She sighed.

"However we could prolong this night," Legolas said, looking at her in a way that he never had before. There was something new burning in his eyes, and it ignited a fire within her that Andraya had never felt, and she liked it.

He continued staring at her with that intense flame showing in his eyes when she broke the heated silence and said, innocently, "How do you suggest we do that?"

He gave her a devilish grin and almost pounced on her, pressing his lips to hers, devouring her as the lion does the gazelle. Except with less urgency to finish. Their tongues met in a fiery, passionate dance. Her hands gripped the sides of his face, delicately tracing his jawbone. She seemed to be melting into him. They were merging, not with body but with soul. She reached out to him, and felt him withdraw again into the confines of his soul. He broke the kiss and stared down at her.

His eyes glowed in the moonlight, giving him the appearance of a wolf. Beautiful, majestic, graceful… and, oh, so dangerous. In his eyes he held a simple, yet difficult question. 'What was that?' Of course she could not reveal it to him without putting them both in grave danger. Her powers were rare in this day and age and not many Healers remained. She could tell nobody, not even the one she loved so dearly and held so closely. 'Legolas.' She hid her inner turmoil and smiled invitingly at him.

He grinned again, and Andraya thought he looked even more the wolf with that lovely, greedy smirk. He kissed her again and this time she was able to pull him out of the shadows of his mind. As their tongues did battle she searched through his body and soul for wounds. There was a great darkness surrounding his heart and she decided to leave that for last. Instead she relived his memories. She saw many battles, many struggles. He had learned what fear and sorrow were in his travels with Aragorn, Gimli, Frodo, and the rest. He also learned the meaning of true peace. She felt what he felt, and saw what he had seen, and he subconsciously allowed her to. She felt the fear he had felt when Aragorn had gone over the cliff, and felt the brotherly love he felt for him.

She pushed herself towards the darkness covering his heart and plunged into it without hesitation. In it she felt several emotions wash over her and had to force herself to concentrate on the strongest points. He had suffered a great loss in his life and was afraid. He had suffered severe betrayal and the rage and anger seemed to be slowly consuming him, eating at his will to live, his will to let others live.

She slowly allowed herself to slip back out again. She would tend to his wounds after she tended to both of their needs. She returned to her body and the sensations she was feeling nearly made her gasp out loud, but she bit it back. His hands seemed to everywhere all at once, setting her skin on fire and leaving her mind in a haze of white.

He wondered why she had grown suddenly limp and then snapped back to attention so rapidly. And why had he felt another's presence within his body and his mind? His thoughts were lost as she pressed her chest to his. He could feel her hard nipples through the barely-there fabric she called a nightgown.

He began stripping her of her clothing to open her further to his hungry gaze and lowered her off of his lap to lie upon the soft ground. She whimpered at the intensity of his gaze. He was fueling the fire that built in her stomach without touching her. She wanted him where no other man had been, and he could see it in her eyes. And he wanted to be there.

However, he settled for kissing her, and at the same covering her heat with his hand. She bucked her hips at the new pressure. He inserted one finger and smiled when she gasped at the invasion. She gripped at the little amount of grass as he inserted another and began slowly pumping in and out of her.

She felt herself coming towards release, when he removed his fingers, licked them clean, and replaced his fingers with his mouth, teeth, and tongue. He slowly lapped at her, causing her to moan loudly. She tangled her fingers in his hair, raking his scalp. She felt herself drawing near to climax as he continued his onslaught. He finished her when he thrust his tongue into her depths. She shuddered and cried out as she spilled her juices into his mouth. He licked his lips and kissed her.

She gazed into his eyes and suddenly felt the need to pleasure him. She instinctively knew where he wanted…needed…to be touched, and reached down to stroke his large shaft, causing his breath to catch in his throat. He groaned at her touch. She marveled at the smoothness of the skin drawn tight over almost pure muscle. She rubbed the tip with her thumb, and he snatched her wrist away. He looked at her face and grinned impishly.

"If you continue that, we'll be over before we even started," he said.

Her eyes widened as he held her hands, semi-roughly, above her head so that she was flat on the ground. Never had she imagined that dear, sweet, kind Legolas was capable of being so rough, yet so impeccably gentle, in the arts of making love. He held her hands with one hand as he skimmed her body with the other. He touched her inner-thigh lightly, and she parted her legs obediently. He positioned himself between her legs, whispered an early apology to her, and thrust in quickly, breaking her maiden-head.

She nearly screamed with the pain, tears leaking out of her eyes. Legolas bent and kissed them away whispering several apologies in her ear. She only nodded and shifted experimentally as the pain subsided. Legolas bit back a groan. He began thrusting in and out of her, slowly at first, but quickening as Andraya began to moan with pleasure. His thrusts soon became increasingly hard and almost wild with his absolute abandon. Andraya met him, thrust for thrust, until they were both dangerously close to climax, teetering on the edge of the peak of their pleasure, before they fell and came spiraling back towards earth in a rush of white light and stars.

They lie like that for a while, clinging to each other, bodies still glistening with sweat. They waited until they had both caught their breath before Legolas withdrew from her. She snuggled into his lap as he sat up. He smiled tenderly down at her. She touched his cheek and grinned.

"And I thought kissing was fun," Andraya said faintly.

Legolas laughed. "Well, if you liked it then we shall have to do it as often as possible," he said.

He leaned in and kissed her. The kiss soon became heated and led to another session of love-making. Afterwards they dresses and headed back to their rooms, both happier than they had been in quite a while.

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TEASER FOR CHAPTER 5:DISCOVERED

Andraya entered her room, not noticing the silent figure in the corner until she turned to her armoire and reached for the basin of water. She saw the man approach her from the mirror and was about to scream when she saw who it was. She relaxed visibly.

"Grandfather! Do not startle me so!" she said, "What do you want at this time of night?"

"What I would like to know is why you were sneaking away during the middle of the night with Legolas?" Elrond asked her furiously. She blushed, and her face was illuminated in the moonlight. Elrond narrowed his eyes at her. "You are hiding something from me. What happened with you and Legolas?"

"It's nothing, Granfather," Andraya said sheepishly, holding her legs close together. She was suddenly very aware of the faint smear of blood on her inner-thighs. Evidence of her previous acts. Elrond just barely caught the motion and he gasped in realization.

"Did you two…" he couldn't bring himself to finish the question. It couldn't be true after all. However, she said nothing in return, instead tightening her legs further. He pushed her to sit on the armoire, and spread her legs to gaze in shock and horror at her inner thigh……………

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