Lord Of The Rings Fan Fiction ❯ Days of the King ❯ The arrival of Legolas ( Chapter 6 )
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Non Anime: Lord Of The Rings Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Mystery / Drama / Adventure | Type: Continuation | Uploaded On: 04.13.2008 | Updated On: 12.14.2008 | Pages: 2 | Words: 1.2K | Visits: 212 | Status: Work In Progress
Non Anime: Lord Of The Rings Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Mystery / Drama / Adventure | Type: Continuation | Uploaded On: 04.13.2008 | Updated On: 12.14.2008 | Pages: 2 | Words: 1.2K | Visits: 212 | Status: Work In Progress
Disclaimer:..Nope,still don't own it.....
chapter 6 - The arrival of Legolas
Arwen seethed. "How long have you been here?"
Legolas strolled over to the repast on the sitting room table.
He tore off a bit of bread and nibbled rather daintily.
"Oh, not long. Only a few hours."
"Hours? How dare you! This is unforgiveable! Aragorn and I have
been...very intimate in the last few hours. You were not..."
He perched on the arm rest of Aragorn's favorite chair.
"Yes. I was."
Arwen paled and her hand went to her stomach as if she would be
ill.
"Why do you torment me? I am humiliated to think..."
She ran to the bedroom, and the sound of retching reached him.
"Do not fret so. It was I who gave you the spells to help you
conceive. Should I not supervise to make sure that all goes well?"
Arwen walked shakily to the sitting room table and poured herself
a glass of water. She took a sip, and tried to compose herself.
She was weak, and hurt, and this fresh unwelcome revelation had
ruined the composure she had fought all morning to regain.
She slid into the chair opposite Legolas.
"What have I done to earn your disrespect? You must know this is
difficult for me. We are proud and private people. You know you
had no right...no right to..." she fought the urge to vomit again.
She swallowed and took a deep breath.
"And as for 'all going well' - those runes did NOT protect me.
Koutulas was a vicious beast. I will never forgive myself for
inflicting that unclean spirit into my dear husband! It was simply
awful seeing Aragorn's eyes - black as the abyss with no pity and
no love..."
Legolas perused the cheese assortment on the tray, and selected
a small slice of a hard red cheese. He popped it into his mouth
with great relish.
"You are fatigued, cousin. Have a little to eat and go to bed."
A second piece of cheese danced merrily along the tray, pirouetted
gracefully and sailed across the room to hover before Arwen's
increasingly green-tinged face. She slapped it aside, and it fell
inanimate and innocent to the floor.
"You have gained some new knowledge, but it has left you without
compassion or common decency for that matter. We may be the only
two elves left on this side of the Sea, but I will disown any
kinship if you don't stop this callous and mocking behavior -
Legolas...what is wrong with you?"
He hopped lightly to his feet and gave her a little formal bow.
"You are right of course, my Lady Arwen. Forgive me. I find my
magical studies and the acquisition of these gifts can be a bit
heady. I feel as if I am slightly intoxicated when I exercise my powers.
It is impossible not to enjoy the sensation."
In less than the blink of an eye, Legolas disappeared from the
chair arm and materialized so close to Arwen that his lips lightly
brushed the tip of her ear. His voice was silken and seductive as
he spoke.
"I could teach you to acquire these gifts, my Lady. There is power
aplenty to be had, but only by us. We could be wizards among the
remaining races in this land. What say you?"
Arwen tried not to show her alarm at this offer and implied intimacy of
his tone and proximty.
She rose from the chair and walked two paces before turning to face
Legolas. Her fists clenched; she forced herself to relax.
"I am married to a Man, and live among Men. It would be a betrayal
of him and them to pursue these powers you so generously offer,"
Arwen said.
As she spoke a half smile played about Legolas' lips. He sprawled
himself upon the chair she had just vacated.
"I was mistaken in confiding my plight to you, Legolas. I have
involved you too deeply in the most intimate areas of my life with
Aragorn. I apologize. Please respect our privacy and the sanctity
of our home in the future. Do not come to 'visit' in this manner
again. The doors of this palace have admitted the mighty from the
whole of Middle Earth. They will as readily admit you as a friend,
battle brother, hero and kinsman to our halls. They will not admit
however,an interloper,an instigator or a usurper."
Something about the manner in which he insinuated himself into
the cushions of her chair made Arwen even more uncomfortable.
"Please leave, Legolas. Now."
Legolas clapped. "Well said, cousin. Quite imperial. Now - SLEEP."
At his word, Arwen lost consciousness and would have fallen to the
floor but for Legolas' blindingly quick movement to gather her in
his arms. He carried her to her bed, the coverings moving towards
the foot of the bed on their own volition. He placed her carefully
on the bed. A chair in the room skittered across to place itself
directly under Legolas as he sat and contemplated the peacefully
inert form of Arwen for some few moments.
He reached out and ran his forefinger lightly from her temple,
down to her shoulders, tracing her slender waist and the generous
curve of her hip. With a sigh, he stood again. The chair resumed
it's previous position and the covers skimmed up along her body
to rest under her chin.
Legolas bent and softly kissed her slightly pointed ear. "There
is no need to fear for Aragorn's throne. He already has a son,so
if you do not breed to provide an heir for these mortals, he will
not put you aside and take some brood mare into his bed". As these
last words were uttered, he became transparent, then blue smoke,
and then vanished altogether.
A few moments later,Legolas reappeared in the sitting room. He
stroked his chin as he looked about thoughtfully.
He plucked three of his long blond-white hairs from his head
and lay one on her chair, one on the sitting room carpet, and
another by Arwen's bedside. With a small laugh, he vanished again.
chapter 6 - The arrival of Legolas
Arwen seethed. "How long have you been here?"
Legolas strolled over to the repast on the sitting room table.
He tore off a bit of bread and nibbled rather daintily.
"Oh, not long. Only a few hours."
"Hours? How dare you! This is unforgiveable! Aragorn and I have
been...very intimate in the last few hours. You were not..."
He perched on the arm rest of Aragorn's favorite chair.
"Yes. I was."
Arwen paled and her hand went to her stomach as if she would be
ill.
"Why do you torment me? I am humiliated to think..."
She ran to the bedroom, and the sound of retching reached him.
"Do not fret so. It was I who gave you the spells to help you
conceive. Should I not supervise to make sure that all goes well?"
Arwen walked shakily to the sitting room table and poured herself
a glass of water. She took a sip, and tried to compose herself.
She was weak, and hurt, and this fresh unwelcome revelation had
ruined the composure she had fought all morning to regain.
She slid into the chair opposite Legolas.
"What have I done to earn your disrespect? You must know this is
difficult for me. We are proud and private people. You know you
had no right...no right to..." she fought the urge to vomit again.
She swallowed and took a deep breath.
"And as for 'all going well' - those runes did NOT protect me.
Koutulas was a vicious beast. I will never forgive myself for
inflicting that unclean spirit into my dear husband! It was simply
awful seeing Aragorn's eyes - black as the abyss with no pity and
no love..."
Legolas perused the cheese assortment on the tray, and selected
a small slice of a hard red cheese. He popped it into his mouth
with great relish.
"You are fatigued, cousin. Have a little to eat and go to bed."
A second piece of cheese danced merrily along the tray, pirouetted
gracefully and sailed across the room to hover before Arwen's
increasingly green-tinged face. She slapped it aside, and it fell
inanimate and innocent to the floor.
"You have gained some new knowledge, but it has left you without
compassion or common decency for that matter. We may be the only
two elves left on this side of the Sea, but I will disown any
kinship if you don't stop this callous and mocking behavior -
Legolas...what is wrong with you?"
He hopped lightly to his feet and gave her a little formal bow.
"You are right of course, my Lady Arwen. Forgive me. I find my
magical studies and the acquisition of these gifts can be a bit
heady. I feel as if I am slightly intoxicated when I exercise my powers.
It is impossible not to enjoy the sensation."
In less than the blink of an eye, Legolas disappeared from the
chair arm and materialized so close to Arwen that his lips lightly
brushed the tip of her ear. His voice was silken and seductive as
he spoke.
"I could teach you to acquire these gifts, my Lady. There is power
aplenty to be had, but only by us. We could be wizards among the
remaining races in this land. What say you?"
Arwen tried not to show her alarm at this offer and implied intimacy of
his tone and proximty.
She rose from the chair and walked two paces before turning to face
Legolas. Her fists clenched; she forced herself to relax.
"I am married to a Man, and live among Men. It would be a betrayal
of him and them to pursue these powers you so generously offer,"
Arwen said.
As she spoke a half smile played about Legolas' lips. He sprawled
himself upon the chair she had just vacated.
"I was mistaken in confiding my plight to you, Legolas. I have
involved you too deeply in the most intimate areas of my life with
Aragorn. I apologize. Please respect our privacy and the sanctity
of our home in the future. Do not come to 'visit' in this manner
again. The doors of this palace have admitted the mighty from the
whole of Middle Earth. They will as readily admit you as a friend,
battle brother, hero and kinsman to our halls. They will not admit
however,an interloper,an instigator or a usurper."
Something about the manner in which he insinuated himself into
the cushions of her chair made Arwen even more uncomfortable.
"Please leave, Legolas. Now."
Legolas clapped. "Well said, cousin. Quite imperial. Now - SLEEP."
At his word, Arwen lost consciousness and would have fallen to the
floor but for Legolas' blindingly quick movement to gather her in
his arms. He carried her to her bed, the coverings moving towards
the foot of the bed on their own volition. He placed her carefully
on the bed. A chair in the room skittered across to place itself
directly under Legolas as he sat and contemplated the peacefully
inert form of Arwen for some few moments.
He reached out and ran his forefinger lightly from her temple,
down to her shoulders, tracing her slender waist and the generous
curve of her hip. With a sigh, he stood again. The chair resumed
it's previous position and the covers skimmed up along her body
to rest under her chin.
Legolas bent and softly kissed her slightly pointed ear. "There
is no need to fear for Aragorn's throne. He already has a son,so
if you do not breed to provide an heir for these mortals, he will
not put you aside and take some brood mare into his bed". As these
last words were uttered, he became transparent, then blue smoke,
and then vanished altogether.
A few moments later,Legolas reappeared in the sitting room. He
stroked his chin as he looked about thoughtfully.
He plucked three of his long blond-white hairs from his head
and lay one on her chair, one on the sitting room carpet, and
another by Arwen's bedside. With a small laugh, he vanished again.