Fan Fiction ❯ Tên Mûel ❯ Horsetalk ( Chapter 10 )

[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]

Title: Tên Mûel
Authors: Makiko Igami (makikoigami@yahoo.de) & My-chan (My-chan@gmx.de)
Archive: http://www.yaoi.rulestheweb.com
http://www.geocities.com/lirimaer8/inde x.html
http://www.mediaminer.org/fanfic/src.php?auth=58906
http://w ww.geocities.com/alslashfics/
http://www.fanfiction.net/read.php?storyi d=1231150
http://www.efanfiction.net/viewuser.php?uid=241
Legolas In Chains Archive (though the adress might change soon)
Should be on the Library of Moria soon, too...
Category: AU, RPG
Rating: this chapter... PG? May go up soon... *is getting poked by My-chan: "NC-17!"* *sweatdrops*
Pairings: Aragorn/Legolas, others as well *glances over to Elladan & Elrohir*
Warnings: Slash, OOC (of Arwen mostly), slavery, angst...
Spoilers: A few... not really as I don't remember much of the book, just that Aragorn became King of Gondor in the end and that Arwen was his Queen.
Summary: After seven years of marriage, the excitement of being together has vanished from Aragorn's and Arwen's marriage... maybe a present might change this.
Disclaimer: You know the deal don't you? J.R.R. Tolkien invented them, and if we owned them, we would be related to him, but since neither I nor My-chan are... we just play around with them, toy with their minds and use them for fun only. <insert evil laughter here>
Notes&Comments: This was written by me and My-chan as a rpg and ever since Pretending And Being, a wild mix of German and English, we have this nearly "exhibitionistic" need for feedback from various places. ^^;; So please be gentle.
Now on to the story itself. I know that this may look like a serious Arwen-bashing story, but please be reassured that we don't mean to cause any harm to anybody who likes her. She is just for causes of story-telling such a bitch here. ^^;
The Sindarin we used (and transformed for ourselves) comes from a little program called Dragon Flame (which I always think that it is this game I don't want to play unless I know I am on my own), but since it didn't have all the words we needed, we had to make them up. If you have any questions feel free to send an email to any of us... and hope that we still know what we wanted to say. ^^;;;;
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While her husband had spent the night in his own bed for a change, Arwen found her feet carrying her towards the stables once again, like almost every night. She didn't know what made her do this, as she had no reason to feel sorry. All she said was the truth and whatever Rhÿn wanted to hear was his own business.

But that didn't make that feel of guilt go away that was nagging on her the whole following day. She didn't really pay attention to her maidens that were working on an old gown of hers, the one that she had sent to Estel for his pretty slave, as she thought that the green of it would go perfectly with his appearance. But obviously the man didn't appreciate her generous offer and ordered her maidens to make it look like something that a man could wear.

So they had cut the dress into two parts, made loose pants out of the skirt and a rather comfortable top, as she had to admit while she was controlling it. It still had to be smoothened but it was ready now and they would try giving it to Estel the next day. But that was now unimportant.

Silently she opened the doors of the stables, hoping that nobody else than Rhÿn was there or else she had to think of other excuses than just being there to see the gorgeous half-breed.

She spotted the groom sitting in the stable of the pregnant mare, stroking her back soothingly, whispering quietly in some kind of singsong, his face so soft that it almost broke her heart. She moved as silently as she could, but stopped right in front of the small wooden door to the secluded area of the horse.

"Rhÿn..."

The Elf had heard Arwen approaching him, but he also heard his master getting closer from the other side of the stables. He wanted to watch after the mare again, not really trusting his groom. The old man narrowed his eyes and almost stabbed the black hair covered back of the half-breed with his stare. There was no reason at all to trust somebody like him. He was sly and insidious, something one could clearly see in his eyes. At least in the opinion of the equerry.

"Good evening milady. You're too early. It'll take at least another three hours before she's going to fowl," Rhÿn said without turning towards Arwen.

Then he tilted his head and slightly turned his head towards the older man behind him.

"You may go to sleep; I can handle this on my own."

Said man only snorted at the impertinence from the half-breed and glared at him once more, before he glanced at the mare, seeing that she was calmer than usually and seemed to enjoy the presence of the black-haired boy.

Then he forced his features to soften and looked at the woman, bowing his head slightly. "Milady..." He looked up again, trying to hide his concern over the Queen staying in the stables all alone with the creepy half-breed.

"I would advise you not to stay here all night, your Highness. It's surely going to last another day before the new life is born," he said, making clear that he didn't believe Rhÿn's words, and that he also thought that it was complete nonsense. What did this boy know of horses anyways?

Arwen smiled softly at the man. "Then I will wait another day. You may go now; I think Rhÿn is able to take care of the sleeping animals on his own..." Hoping that her status as the Queen of Gondor would be sufficient to make him go, she laid her hand on a wooden pillar and leaned onto it, always glancing to the mare and Rhÿn.

"Very well, milady," the man said and turned around after glaring at the groom once more. Said boy sighed after his master finally left the stables.

"How I despise him," the Elf murmured and scratched the mare's ears gently. He didn't feel the urge to look up and meet Arwen's gaze though. "Priggish Human."

The Elf-woman winced silently. She knew that the Half-breed didn't like Humans, especially since last night, but she herself found them interesting and she loved one. With all her heart, since he was a little child... right?

Estel had been so sweet as a child, so cute, so special to her and her family that once he got old enough it was only natural for them both to fall in love. And that they married was only destiny as well, and she would stay with Estel and love him until he died. Right?

As she looked at her current lover's back she was not so sure about that anymore. But she didn't want to realize it just yet. There were other things on her mind right now. First, the attempt of getting her husband to feel better and herself for a better relationship with him and secondly the attempt of restoring her friendship with Rhÿn...

'Friendship? This has surely passed the state of friendship...'

"Rhÿn..." she repeated and then sighed. "Rhÿn..." she started again, but didn't know how to continue.

"Yes, milady?" he asked and for someone who didn't know him his voice may have sounded cold. But actually it held nothing. Neither coldness nor anything else. Rhÿn didn't really expect an answer. The way Arwen started three times made pretty clear that she didn't really know what to say.

"You see this mare. She trusts us, feels safe around us because we care for her and make sure she's well and has everything she needs. But in the end it's just an egoistic matter. We use her, for our own purpose, and anything else doesn't matter to us."

Slowly Arwen moved her gaze from the long black shimmering hair of the groom to the shimmering black hair of the mare and tilted her head slightly to the side, making a small step forward.

"But it does matter. I like her..." Slowly she passed the small wooden gates to the secluded area of the mare and softly laid a hand on her hide, caressing her in small little motions. "I have known her from the first day when she came here... I remember how afraid she was... she didn't want to let anybody close to her..." She rubbed her cheek against the mare's, smiling as she felt her lean towards her as if she was curious if she had some sugar for her. "And now she's carrying the child of the proudest stud around..." Smiling to herself she scratched the mare's ear, who snorted happily.

Spending a few moments to caress the mare's cheek she only dared then to raise her face and look into Rhÿn's silver eyes. "She was so lonely before she met you... and look at her now, she's happy."

With a smile she turned down to look at the mare again, who was nodding her head as if she wanted to say something. If it was in addition, denial or confirmation the Elven woman couldn't quite determine just from the look into the horse's face.

Rhÿn watched Arwen caressing the horse listening to her every word and his left brow rose slightly in thought.

"So... If she's that happy to have me, why does she keep pushing me away?" he asked lowly. Both of them knew that they weren't talking about the mare. But somehow it was easier to talk about these things in some kind of third person point of view.

Arwen looked at the half-breed quite surprised. "She does? I always see her looking at you... and you are one of the few people who are allowed to touch her. She's quite headstrong..." she murmured as he looked down onto the horse's nose again. For a moment she watched how the nostrils widened as the mare breathed before she murmured on. "And she would never allow somebody else than you to take care of her in her special circumstances..."

She trailed off as she wasn't so sure anymore if she hadn't already said too much. While she was speaking she was quite aware that she was only partially talking about the horse, but of both of them as well. Some of the things were true for all of them, but others were only about herself and she wasn't altogether sure about some things she had mentioned.

"She's very headstrong indeed", the Elf agreed and sighed before he looked up to lock gazes with Arwen. He had had enough of playing around now. It was about time to get the matter straight instead of fooling around with nice words.

"Arwen," he started with a voice that made pretty clear that he was talking more seriously now, "this won't get us anywhere. I just want to know what-"

Suddenly he stopped dead in his words and almost choked as he slightly backed away. His eyes widened.

"You're pregnant??"

The female Elf's pale cheeks got a slightly pinker shade as their owner was still staring at the nose of the mare that kept nuzzling her hand. Through all this conversation about the poor horse that was used as a device to conveniently cover their real intention, Arwen had contemplated how far she should go, but now she had obviously gone too far in her allegories.

"I... I am not sure... I..." she trailed off. Even it were so, she wanted to keep it a secret until she was absolutely sure of it. And just because she felt so funny sometimes, it didn't mean anything, right?

Rhÿn could only stare dumbfounded at the woman in front of him. Then finally his senses returned to him and he took a deep breath while he stood up and took a few steps towards Arwen. The half-breed grabbed her hands and pulled her up, tilting her head towards his face. The boy looked into the midnight blue eyes in front of him, with a stabbing and piercing glimmer in his silver orbs.

"How can you be not sure about this?"

Fixing the silver eyes with her own, Arwen felt a little frightened for a moment. But that went away as she saw the surprise and shock in them and tried to wiggle her hands out of his steel-like grasp.

"I have never seen a pregnant Elf before, and my mother died when I was born." Sadly she turned her gaze away. "I was not taught how to bring a child to life... there was nobody who could teach me..." Slowly she raised her eyes again to look at the boy in front of her lovingly. "Almost 3,000 years and you are the first Elven child I see..."

Rhÿn's eyes widened even more as he loosened the grip around Arwen's wrists. He didn't know much about Elves, only what his mother had taught him in his first few years, and this surely surprised him. If not shocked.

"No children?" he asked lowly, almost whispering. "You're telling me that there haven't been any in 3,000 years?"

Sadly Arwen shook her head, never loosing the contact of their eyes now. "Our people are dying in these lands... They are fighting a battle they know they cannot win, but they are still fighting it until all of us are nothing more than shadows. We are hearing the call of the Undying Lands... it gets louder the longer we stay here..."

She sighed. "No matter if you go to Rivendell, Lothlorien or any other place where Elves hide... You will find no children among them. Until I met you, I was among the youngest of my race..."

Finally she managed to get one hand free and raised it to caress the groom's soft cheek. "Rhÿn... you are special. Not only to me, but to our entire people..." She squeezed his other hand. "I am not sure why we were destined to meet, but..."

"But...?" he asked almost choking on the word since his throat was dry as if he had swallowed sand. Inwardly he was fighting back the urge to cry. He blinked a few times to dry off the tears in his eyes.

It was hard to process what Arwen was telling him here, and even more so that she was calling him special. He wasn't special. For the most people he was nothing more than scum, garbage. The result of a dirty sin. And he had been treated like this, all the time he remembered. And now this Elf was calling him special.

Arwen smiled, a little unsure though. "But I am happy and honored that we met."

She caressed his cheek a bit more and her expression was clouded by worry as she saw the tears shimmering in his eyes. "Rhÿn? Are you okay?"

The half-breed broke the gaze and bowed his head down, squeezing his eyes shut. "Yeah," he muttered weakly and turned away from the gentle touch, stepping out of the mare's stable.

"I'm not special," he spoke up after silence reigned the room for some time. "I'm anything but special, and "our" people would most likely despise me for all I'm worth... which is nothing by the way. I should have been dead for about twenty times by now. I'm a freak, monster, bastard, demon, scum, living plaque, shit from hell.... Pick one. That's what Humans used to call me when I was little."

He turned around again, stabbing right through the woman's eyes with his fiery gaze. It was full of hatred, despair, fear and sorrow.

"You know nothing of me, milady. How can you call me special? ... How.... can you...?"

Silently Arwen followed the boy as he was walking, in a distance that kept him enough space of his own, but close enough so she could be within touching-range with a few steps. She heard him spat out his hatred over what he was called by Humans and although she knew it would hurt him, she felt pity for him. So when he turned around and stared at her with his unbelievingly silver eyes, she almost stumbled back a step, but to her own surprise she held her ground.

"You are special, Rhÿn... You have a good heart and you are a genius around horses. Not every Elf can calm down the wildest stallion and make it a soft horse like you did..." She smiled in an almost reassuring way. "And you have a special place in my heart."

"I do?" The half-breed almost choked again and at these words he couldn't prevent the tears from falling anymore.

Arwen raised her hand again to touch the cheek that was now covered by hot and salty tears, saltier than Humans' tears ever were. Gently she wiped them away, still smiling at the now crying half-Elf.

"You do," was all she said before she leaned up to press her lips to his, tasting the salt of his tears on them.

Without being aware of his movements Rhÿn threw his arms around the slender figure in front of him and pulled her close, hugging her tightly. He returned the kiss and even though he tried to be as gentle as possible his aching heart intensified the contact enormously.

He pressed her against his body so tightly that he was afraid of hurting her, but in this particular moment he didn't care much about this. He just wanted to feel her close. Her lips on his, skin on skin...

Rhÿn made a few steps forward until they reached the wall and he slightly pushed Arwen away, pressed her thin figure against the hard surface. Grabbing her wrists he deepened the kiss even more, making it passionate and filled with lust and need.

The half-breed pressed the girl's hands against the wall next to her head, before he slightly backed away to stare into her deep blue eyes.

"I love you," he husked breathlessly.

The woman didn't quite know what happened to her, just that Rhÿn was suddenly kissing her back, fervently as ever, if not even more. It had hurt a bit when she was thrown against the wall, a good amount of air pressed out of her lungs by the impact, but it didn't bother her.

She wiggled her hands a bit to move her wrists out of his grasp just to intertwine their fingers. Looking back into those silver eyes that were clouded by a certain hunger she was slightly scared to hear him say these words. But she didn't know what to say in return.

Of course she loved him, but then again, she loved her brothers, too. And her father. But did she love Rhÿn like she loved Estel? Did it even matter right now? Estel had no time for her anymore, and she was reluctant to let him touch her now that he didn't thank her enough for this magnificent present...

"Rhÿn..."

And now there was this boy who managed to get under her skin with his simple behavior and his almost vulnerable being, although he tried to hide it under a mask of self-consciousness. The corners of her mouth hooked up a bit.

"Kiss me."

Rhÿn gladly did as he was told and not much later they found each other on the hayloft once more. Their clothes were soon gone and the half-breed covered his lover's body with sweet kisses. He was more careful with her, now that there was the chance that she was pregnant, but even that didn't stop him from being as passionate as always.

About three hours later they watched the birth of the foal. It was a red filly with a white star on the forehead and a dark red, almost black mane. Rhÿn just checked it pretty quickly to see if it was healthy and alright, since he wanted to leave the mare and the newborn alone. They needed rest. Especially the mare, since her pregnancy was very exhausting for her.

After watching the sleeping animals for some time, they returned to the hayloft and lay down as well to get some sleep. Lying in each others arms the two Elves fell in a deep and peaceful sleep. When the new day came, they both returned to their duties; Arwen to hers as a Queen, and Rhÿn to his as the stableman's groom.

The man by the way was quite pissed since he missed the birth of Sûl - wind - and was proven wrong by his groom. A fact which pissed him even more, but Rhÿn didn't mind to feel the hatred of the old man. He was used to it and it bounced off his soul like a ball off a wall.

Rhÿn led the mare Sîdh, Naur and the little filly to pasture and watched the parents caressing each other while the little foal jumped around with clumsy movements and fell to the ground more than just once. The half-breed could have watched them the whole day, but he had to get back to the stables and his work.

Meanwhile in the King's chambers all Legolas could do was sit around and wait. After Aragorn was gone and the servants had come back to clean up, the Elf sat down on the carpet in front of the bed and looked out of the window. Every once in a while a little bird visited him and told him about the town and the surroundings of Minas Tirith. They told him everything and nothing and by the end of the day Legolas knew almost everything interesting what was going on around. Well interesting from the view of a bird that is.

The servants had also brought his new clothes, the resewn green gown. After the Humans were gone, Legolas stripped himself off his master's leggings and shirt and put on the loose green pants and the green top. He had to struggle with this one though.

Since he was still chained to the wall he couldn't just pull it over his head. So he stepped into it and pulled it up from his legs. It worked for the fabric was very soft and flexible. Yet it was like a second skin and fit perfectly.

The Elf also tried to comb his hair, but since he didn't have a comb or a brush he had to use his fingers and it didn't quite work. After about 15 minutes of struggling with his hair he gave up on it, and just sat down again to wait for his master.

But as he was sitting there, listening to the birds and the Humans talking outside, he noticed that a little problem was building up inside his body. Elf's bodies were different from Human ones and their metabolism slower, but he had been eating and drinking for 3 days now and the need to go to the toilet grew with every minute passing by.

Legolas bit his lip and prayed his master would return soon.

To be continued...
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makiko: Okay, I admit, this was a rather short chapter... but there will be longer ones... I hope you liked, it though. ^^;;
my-chan: if they were all long, what would you be looking forward to? ^^