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Bloody Angels. Chapter 13

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Disclaimer: The characters in this story does not belong to us, were inspired by those created by Tolkien, but their actions, their thoughts, their character, have been modified by us from the originals. They are very different from the original ... that if Tolkien saw them in this state would certainly be caught by a big headache ...

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Immediately after leaving the Golden Wood, as they descended the river in their white boats donated by elves, Aragorn had had a bad feeling. Something horrible was already in the air, chasing them away from them arms. Even Legolas had noticed and asked him not to stop, get down to the western shore. But he could not hear him, the rest was necessary, other members of the company needed a few hours of rest.
And then many things had happened in so little time.

She knew that Frodo had to vacate because it was not able to protect him. He had left to escape, railing against the Uruk-hai, fighting until the end of their tether.
Suddenly Boromir's horn, calling for help. When he had reached it was too late. He had found outstretched arms abandoned on the ground, staring into space while muttering his last words full of pain. He tried to take the Ring to Frodo, he was overwhelmed for a moment by the will of evil. Then he recovered, but it was too late, and give their lives trying to save Merry and Pippin, did not seem a sufficient ransom. He only had time to reassure him, before seeing off the life within him. He had bent down to kiss him on the forehead, say goodbye to that too little time had been a comrade in arms. "Rest in peace" had whispered.
Suddenly, the woods seemed colder, as if the frost of death had touched every tree around him. He bowed his head and remained silent, clenching his fists on the ground, barely conscious of footsteps slowly approaching that of Legolas and Gimli's distant cries that the latest killing orcs.
The elf had run as soon as he had freed himself from the enemies who assailed him. Had approached him and knelt down, laying a hand on his shoulder. He remained silent, just wanted to feel his presence, and that would be comforting. He watched her head bowed, his face hidden by hair.

had started to rain, Legolas had his arm around her, oblivious to the water's wet clothes and hair. Aragorn had bowed his head back, leaning on his shoulder, letting the tears finally came down her cheeks. He kept his eyes open, looking up, over the tops of the trees that rose into the sky gray and swollen with rain. Everything had seemed harder, at that time. Gandalf had died to save them, had given him companions, but he was not able to protect them. Frodo over all. Now even Boromir had fallen. Boromir, with whom he had just overcome mistrust and resentment.
Legolas's arms clasped around him more. Legolas. The image of Arwen comeback before his eyes. Arwen Imladris, which was to love and pined for him, unable to make a decision largest her. Arwen ... so far. Legolas was his reality now. Like war, death, grief, uncertainty.

"This mission is cursed, Legolas." He said, staring through the foliage of the trees that hung over them. "Or are we to be cursed." The elf did not reply, but had supported her temple to her, her breathing softly so close. Her cheeks wet, I wonder if tears or rain.
Gimli was approaching slowly, dragging behind him a large ax.



They had to move on. Naturally. Tracking the Uruk-hai to not abandon Merry and Pippin. They left immediately, the three hunters, heirs of three races so similar and different. Companions in those days lived on the edge of the forces.



One night, while he was on call, Legolas had approached.
"Do not you sleep?" asked him.
"I will not," replied the elf "And I'm not tired enough to sleep next to a Russian dwarf" he added with a wink. Then he smiled, surprised to still be able to do so, in those days so dark. Legolas had come up to kiss him. "Can I stay a little 'with you?" he asked. Without waiting for an answer kissed him again, holding in his arms, his hands slid under the fabric to seek the warmth of the skin.
he had always been to take the first watch. Also, Legolas had joined him. He was waiting for him, wishing that every moment was the last to hold. He needed those sweet moments and individuals that belonged to them alone. Clung to him, abandoning his arms, his lips. And the more she kissed him, more feelings of desire. Desperately. He wanted his body, his heart. She let go completely, kissing her white skin, hearing his moans muffled and subdued. In my heart was dreaming of his name and hear him whisper sweet words that have meaning only to them. He dreamed of his love, he needed it and I was afraid.



***



Aragorn went to the window, watching the mountainous landscape that stretched to the horizon. They found Gandalf, who had survived and, indeed, had become stronger. And Merry and Pippin had been saved. Maybe, who knows, one day he also met Frodo. Finally, in his heart was back hope.
After many nights spent outside, it was strange to be in a room so cozy. He had always been like that for him, even when he came to Imladris after long journeys, for some time felt uncomfortable.
Legolas would arrive shortly thereafter, he knew. It was held to exchange a few words with Gandalf after the brief meeting with King Theoden. When he was discharged from others, the elf had turned to look, just for a moment, but it was enough to communicate his thoughts. Would join him soon after.

They had come to Edoras early in the afternoon, and in those few hours were a lot of things happened. The King, newly freed from the curse, he held a long council. It seemed there was no need to debate never end. There was nothing easy to make decisions on which depended the lives of all the people of Rohan. He sighed. One day maybe he would be in the same situation.

When he entered the room, the first thought was to Legolas. He wanted to have him beside you in this room warm and cozy too. Alone at last, for a night away by evil, by the enemy in ambush. She needed him and his rare and precious smile, the warmth of his skin, his mouth, tenderness of his lips and his caresses. Emotions too often consumed in the dust and mud. He wanted love from those fresh linens and fragrant, to secure the palace walls.

Someone knocked at the door. Aragorn smiled, had arrived. Legolas entered the room smiling. His face was more relaxed, as if he had rested. The white skin slightly in contrast with the blue robe, her golden hair perfectly combed and left semisciolti shoulders. Joined him near the window. They stayed a few minutes to look out, exchanging a few words, then the elf put her in the middle of the room looking around.
"Even my room is so big," he said. He stopped beside the bed and turned toward him, remaining silent. Aragorn pulled away from the window and joined him. Remained standing and facing each other for a moment, almost embarrassed. They said nothing. There was nothing to say. The ranger took his face in his hands, placing his lips on her almost with fear. The elf closed his eyes, savoring the touch of soft lips that moved on the face, cheeks, going up towards the temples. She wrapped her arms around him, responding with passion to his ardent kisses. The man felt a sudden desire, an urgent need to feel his skin against hers. Almost without realizing it was found on the bed, lying on top of him, to strip completely. The elf closed his eyes, leaving him to do, without resistance, he opened them only when they felt detached from his body, and lay looking at him as he undressed in turn. Then he held out his hand still pulling on him, receiving him in her arms, her body against her warm and energized.
soon turned, reversing the positions, still searching for the contact between his lips, his eyes seemed to shine behind half-closed eyelids. He got up a little, putting the elbows for support and slid his lips along her neck and shoulders. Aragorn had closed eyes, completely surrendered to him, unable to react. Aware of the excitement increased every moment, while the body gave way to those caresses and kisses and burning more and more greedy.
lips slid along the body, the language seemed to leave a trail on the skin boiling, stirring the fire deep in the flesh. He felt himself tremble as he went down over the abdomen, groin, thighs, until you reach the center of his desire and wrap it and to welcome the pleasure hot mouth, sucking it slowly.
For a moment, holding his breath, clenching his teeth, trying to master the demands of his body. At every movement of the tongue elf pleasure grew supplanting reason.

He let his stomach turn, to hear him lie on his back, shivering, his hands slid along the arms, the lips that took possession of the neck, hard sex and wet crept between her thighs. She smiled as she felt her mouth go down the back, stopping occasionally to suck the skin as it looks for the flavor. His hands slid along the body until it reaches the sides. Then they went down again, opening slightly to allow the buttocks to the elf's tongue to caress the most delicate and secret, falling down while sinking to tease him a hand between her thighs. She opened her legs slightly to those offering more intimate and bold strokes. He could not suppress a groan, succumbing to the gentle but firm movements of the tongue, playing from the point that he would succeed, and prepare it with care. She felt overwhelmed by violent desire and hunger to be possessed by him at that moment, on that bed. "Please ..." said the voice coming out soon. He still needs your breath when it penetrated the elf with the tip of the thumb, sinking his finger for a long time, like to tease him further. Another groan, he had never felt so excited in his life. "Please ..." he said again "Please ... Take me ... do it now, Legolas."

He had to wait just a moment, then she heard the elf again lie on his back, the firm hand to keep him latch side. He held a groan of pain, feeling me inside him, pressed her fingers on the sheets, stiffening. Legolas was pushed into him in one shot, wrapping her arms. Then he stood still, to allow him to adjust to his intrusion, and while languidly kissed her neck and shoulders as if to relieve him. Soon began to move slowly, entering and leaving him with thrusts of the hips and light rhythm, with each blow he felt his body relax and surrender to the pleasure.
Legolas soon began to breathe harder, shaking hands on his arms, arching his back. Suddenly sank his teeth on his shoulder, moving faster and faster, pushing more deeply and almost violent, as he had lost all reason, and was moving along just the pleasure. Aragorn gritted his teeth, drowning in that sublime mixture of pain and pleasure. Then the elf stopped, almost suddenly, forcibly holding a big sigh. He was trembling. His lips grew sweet again and approached the ear.
"Sorry" he whispered, kissing the lobe "I've been doing wrong, right?".
The fugitive shook her head a little, but he could not speak, his companion had to start again move in giving him an immense pleasure, moaning and trying to suffocate in his hair helped to make him lose his reason. She felt him sink his teeth still on shoulder, this time closer to the base of the neck and in a manner mild, his jaw hard to refrain from tightening the strong bite and hurt him again. For some reason, it was to hear that refrain to excite even more. He wanted to tell him to let go, do not worry about him, he would have endured any pain just to feel completely satisfied. But could not, lost in pleasure at the point of not being able to speak, left to respond only with involuntary movements of the body controlled by instinct and pleasure. The panting of Legolas on his shoulder, his skin hot against my back, the blows of the pelvis pushing deeper and deeper. The long tapering fingers
closed on him by decision, the violent climax almost made him cry, as a liberation from anything too intense and strong. He let himself go in his hand while he felt inside him surrender to enjoy.


stood still, waiting for him to calm down the breath, eyes closed, the elf's body is still on and inside of him. Never had he felt such strong feelings before.
It was not long, Legolas stood up on his elbows kissing his neck.
"I want to feel you inside me now," she whispered.
Aragorn smiled to himself, thinking that perhaps the strength of the elves was different from that of men.
"Give me some time ... ah ... "He could not finish the sentence, the partner's hands were already going down the belly to stroke it maliciously. He felt again the burning desire, turned around and lay on him embracing his body burning. Legolas the immediately welcomed inside, throwing her head back, lips that unfolded in a sweet smile.






The sky was still dark, partly covered by light clouds.
Aragorn he awoke. She must not have much sleep, maybe he had just dozed off. He had lost all sense of time. He was lying supine on the bed, looking up to read his own thoughts, still incredulous at what had happened that night. Something different from everything that had happened before, something more profound and complete. Since he understood to be attracted to him, he had decided not to think. To live for the day, drawing from him the comfort he needed, convinced that nothing could have. What he had really wanted to be loved by him. On the one hand he had longed for, the other had always been afraid. Legolas was immortal, could not allow it to bind him. He was outstanding, divided among his greatest desire and the fear of getting it.

The elf was still hugging him, her eyes closed as if asleep. The head resting on his shoulder, his hands dropped on him. Lips just touching the neck, each breath a caress on the skin.
of a sudden moves, sliding his long fingers through his hair. The voice as a breath of wind. "What do you think my love?"

My love. Those words spoken so naturally seized the man by surprise. My love . His desire to reach.

Aragorn jumped up and sat down.
"Do not call me that."
"Why?"
"Please do not play with me, maybe I deserve it, but I can not stand it."
"Don't .. I'm not playing" the elf sat in turn, looking at him in disbelief.
"Love ..." repeated the man as if talking to same "Do not use this word lightly," he kept his eyes fixed on the sheets, she could not look into his eyes. The elf's
moved closer putting her hand on his arm.
"I never loved anyone before. But I know the meaning of this word. No I'm using it inappropriately."
"Legolas, we are different, I am mortal ..."
"And for this there can be no love between us?"
"No. It can not be there. Not the real thing. Because there may be only now, but when I begin to age, what would become?"
"I do not care if it will change your appearance, if that's what matters ..."
"And after my death? What would become of you?"
"I do not know ..."
"I know! E. .. do not want you to suffer."
"Yes, indeed, suffer. ... But you see I've thought long and hard, even if I were to break your heart, it would not matter, because I spent my whole life with you. An eternal life but empty, compared to a shorter but full of love. I understand the difference? " And her eyes sparkled as he spoke. As if in his own words would be able to see something wonderful.
But the lips of a wanderer bent in a bitter smile.
"One day I said something like Arwen, but did not know what he was talking about. When Elladan came close to dying, then began to understand, and it has very disturbed. "

The elf sighed and returned to lie on his back. He stayed a few minutes in silence, contemplating the design of the inlay on the ceiling, then began to speak firmly.
" Arwen had never experienced death before. I do. And you too. Did you think that tomorrow I could die-offs during the battle? "
" Legolas, please ... "
" For us, every day can be the last, whether or not we are mortal. The death plunges his hands every day among the soldiers deployed in the battlefield, and can take away any of us, at any time. Estel We are warriors, and we live with death. War makes us like it puts us in the same way in front of it. "
" Legolas ... is a different thing ... "
" I know. It is a different thing, and that's why I want it. And so I'd rather die, weeping love that gave meaning to my life, rather than falling in battle, shot from the gun of an enemy. Despite this, we can not know what your fate. "

The man returned to lie beside him.
" I ... I just want you should not suffer, "he said.
Legolas stroked her cheek with his fingertips. She looked at him seriously, behind blue eyes.
" What have you tried so far in me? Only comfort and pleasure? "
Aragorn shook his head imperceptibly swallowing, trying in vain to untie the knot that was forming in his throat. He closed his eyes and clung to him, curled against his chest.
"I love you .... I need you," he admitted. He could not lie to him, at that time. The elf
her arms around him, and his face lit up with a sweet smile.
"Then take my love" he whispered in her hair.




Chapter 12 Chapter 14

Surface Area Of Elliptical Dish End

Bloody Angels. Chapter 12

Rating: NC-17
Subject: VanityAngel and WhiteFairy
Told by : WhiteFairy

Disclaimer: The characters in this story does not belong to us, were inspired by those created by Tolkien, but their actions, their thoughts, their character, have been modified by us from the originals. They are very different from the original ... that if Tolkien saw them in this state would certainly be caught by a big headache ...

Comments: SIII! ^ _ ^


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Arwen was already night when he left his room. He could not sleep, he needed someone to share with too many thoughts stirred the soul. He had spent the afternoon with her mother, but had not had the courage to confide their problems for fear of upsetting her further. Dama Celebrían was recovering much too slowly, the wounds of the body were almost healed, but those of his heart were open, the memory of days in captivity continued to haunt her. Needed the warmth and support of loved ones, and no more worries.

walked silently down the long corridors of the palace asleep. Often his brothers stayed up late, hoping to wake up and find them to be a bit 'with them. He knocked on the door of the room Elrohir, not getting any response, opened it and peered inside: it was deserted. Probably it was held by his brother. Reached then Elladan's room and knocked a little further, no one answered. It seemed very strange that they had come by then, but knowing them, could have fallen asleep while chatting. He stood a moment thoughtfully. Perhaps Elladan was still bad? Frightened by the idea, pushed open the door and entered the room.
A thin crescent moon dimly lit the sky, the little light that came through the window just enough to draw the contours of objects. The elf walked silently, he wanted to make sure that his brother was just sleeping, but did not want to disturb him. As he approached the bed he realized that there must be two people. He smiled, Elrohir had been sleeping with him, had to be very tired if had not heard knocking. Unless Elladan had not had a relapse ... at the thought her heart began to pound in his chest. He continued to advance.
noticed it at the last moment, so close now that the hem of her dress already touched the edge of the bed. He drew back, and put her hand to her mouth to stifle a laugh with wonder: her brothers were asleep in each other's arms, tousled hair twisted together, naked bodies covered only partly by sheets scattered on the bed, abandoned clothes in disarray on the floor. She blushed, wondering what had just happened to be. He stepped back awkwardly, with the intention to go out without disturbing them, but struck a chair. The noise awoke with a start, the two brothers.
"I'm sorry ..." she stammered embarrassed "I thought you were asleep and I was looking ..." could not say anything and ran out of room. He closed the door and took a few steps in the hallway, then stopped shaking. A moment later the door opened behind him and Elrohir approached her, taking her hand. "Sister," he whispered to reassure her. She turned and saw that he wore a long dark green dressing gown. He looked down, embarrassed and even let himself be led into the room.

They sat all three on the couch, Elrohir put his arm around her closer to kiss her, took her Elladan hands in hers. She smiled.
"Sorry," he said "did not mean to bother you. I knocked and no one answered ..."
"It's all right," interrupted Elladan stroking her cheek.
She shook her other hand remained between her and smiled again, that smile was all the love for his brothers. Was caught by surprise, and it was still a bit 'embarrassed, but could not really be surprised about what he had discovered. He had always seen together, sharing everything, for better or for worse, now only had confirmation of what they loved. They had a chance to be happy, and could only be happy for them.

He looked down and sighed almost imperceptibly.
"What's happening? What brings you here in the middle of the night?" asked her brother.
"It's for Estel. I do not know what is happening. ... It's hard to explain. When you were sick, I was really scared. I was afraid to die, that I could not fight the poison. Our father told us you'd have still be able to save by giving up your light, and become deadly. But as for the first time, this solution gave me comfort while I watched, I did slowly realize what it meant. If I had given up your light, you'd just gotten age and die more slowly, we would have left anyway very soon. Try as I might, you could not see a future life, but only death that would end. Would come later, but it would have done anyway. And you would surely have been waiting all my life. And I ... I could not bear to see you grow old and die slowly. When I met
Estel, I wanted to be like him, to stand by him. I wanted so much ... but now all this scares me. In the very moment give up immortality, my life will begin to be consumed by the passage of time. Will I lose my strength e. .. my appearance will change from day to day, I will not have time to get used to a change that's already there will be another, until the end. And finally ... "she stopped, her sobs prevented her from speaking.

"Arwen" whispered Elrohir becoming closer, while touching his ear with his cheek.

"I promised that I would be bound to him, and I was sincere, but I did not realize what I was doing. Only now I understand what it means to wait for death every day. I thought I would be able to make this choice but in truth I'm not able to. I understand that I will not abandon you and what I am, where should spend the rest of my life here as a mortal, I could not regret what I lost. "

"You are not obliged to do so Arwen" Elladan said, "Estel has always known to be different from us, and that's what you wanted to do was a huge sacrifice, he was not ready to accept it. Include your reasons. I love him too much, but unfortunately fate has decided that he should be deadly, we have next to us only for a short period of our life. "

" I would really tie me to him, but ... " hesitated, as if to counter the brother, but could not find the right words to express themselves.

"Perhaps the events of recent days you have confused ideas ..." Elrohir said.

"Or perhaps you opened your eyes and you of the first things you realize that you had not considered. "Elladan stopped him.

Arwen nodded wearily and closed his eyes.

" tries to reassure "Elrohir continued," you have to think calmly, without being taken by anguish, then you'll see that you are able to make the right decision. "

" How could I live without him? I could never be happy, "she sighed, turning to hide her face in the hair of his brother, who continued to embrace it.

The twins looked at each other for a moment, could do nothing to alleviate his pain, nor give good advice.



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Arwen was asleep on the couch semidistesa. The brothers had they had spread over a light blanket and had been for a while 'to watch in silence, before going out on the balcony.
was so sweet and helpless, their little sister. He had spent his life between Imladris and Lothlorien, did not know much of the rest of the world.

Elrohir went to the stone balustrade, looking upward to find the stars.
"What do you decide to do?" he asked softly.

"I do not know," replied the brother, "I truly hope it becomes deadly."

Elrohir sighed. "If you leave for the West will live forever regretting what he left here."

"Sure," Elladan said, "But if you stay here will have to live watching herself and Estel old day after day, as it could go on seeing the life slowly leave the body of the man she loves? The fact of being able to reach would be of little comfort. She herself is afraid. If he were convinced of this choice would not have doubts that ".

" Probably, any choice will do, will never be really happy. "

" It's true but ... I would not leave her here "

They stood in silence, staring out. Then Elrohir began again to speak.

" You know, I was thinking about when you were sick. Fighting the poison, but you never agreed to lose your light, right? "

's brother said after a pause." I know, you traevi comfort from the fact that I could save renouncing immortality. But I had no intention of doing so because would still lose. Rather I would fight against the poison to death. "

" I'd left alone? I would not have ever done. If I had become mortal, I would choose to follow you, we'd be together till the end. "

" Why would I afford it? "Elladan's voice had become harder now." To see your life consumed slowly? No, I could not. "

" I would be dead anyway, after you "

" I know. But it would have been different. It would have suffered even to death, but perhaps it would happen quickly. I ... I could not live knowing that the time you are slowly taking away, I can not. "

" souls in the afterlife can be meet again. "

" Yes Maybe yes. But would not the same thing. I do not want to see you die, I can not risk losing you. I want you beside me forever. "The hug was approached from behind, his lips to brush her hair behind her head. He closed his eyes before you start again to talk." Sometimes, you think to stay here forever, right? Inside you, you have always been in love with this land, these forests. "

" So are you "

" Yes, I am. But I always thought that sooner or later we left for the West, along with our people. I think we are doomed to this. We elves have the right to live for eternity, even if we were born in this place, I completely belong. "

Elrohir nodded." Yes Probably so, "was the reply.



***



After arriving in Caras Galadhon, the Fellowship of the Ring was immediately greeted by the King and Queen, eager for news of their trip . After a short and sad interview, travelers were accompanied on their accommodation, and after a big dinner, could finally rest. Legolas had left immediately after eating, walking a narrow path a few meters from their housing, advancing in the garden .

While small hobbit noisily getting ready for the night, Aragorn broke away from the group to spend some 'alone to reflect. He sat on a bench and lit his pipe.

That morning he woke just before dawn, when he heard Legolas' body move and break away from her. He opened his eyes, moaning, looking for the source of heat that warmed him all night. The elf was kneeling on the floor next to their bed, and he was just dressing up, closing the braid of blue tunic. With clever flicks and had loose hair on his back bowing her head slightly backward so that the light of dawn quiet touch them with her pink tones. Then he had combed the floor with his hands and started to weave again. He had been in watch in silence as he prepared, noting the outline of his body, enchanted by the grace with which he moved. And what he saw, was superimposed on the feelings the night before, which had been engraved in the memory of the skin, contact with her body, her lips moist and soft, the heartbeat, breathing hot and close.

"Your clothes are dry," Legolas spoke quietly, without looking, but smiling.

Then he got up and started to dress. Shortly after they came down to eat a frugal breakfast with the guardians of the place before leaving.
They had walked all day, never stopping, through the woods that both knew by heart, immersed in silence and the scent of the leaves. Everything seemed quiet, evil, if there was, it seemed far away.

Towards evening they arrived near Caras Galadhon and had met Haldir and his soldiers, while wearing their comrades in the city blindfolded. There was wanted a lot of effort to convince the guard, suspicious, stubborn, that it was harmless people.
The elf Legolas was more convinced that from him. They had to know each other very well, given the alliance between Thranduil and Celeborn surprised if they do not, but he could not help but be jealous of the trust that had been shown to put in him, deep and complete, witness of a friendship that lasted probably hundreds of years, before which he could not help but feel small.


The sound of footsteps nearby. She looked in that direction and saw Haldir take the same path in which Legolas had disappeared shortly before. A bitter smile bent the mouth. He wanted to follow him and see if he really was. He could not help but wonder what there was between them, if they had always been just friends, or something more. He could not be jealous of anyone around him. And yet he knew not to have the right, as Legolas did not belong.

Immersed in these thoughts, almost without realizing it, had begun to fiddle with the pendant around his neck. Arwen was the His dream beautiful and unreachable, untouchable happiness seen from afar. Desire, image, feeling that arose from the depths of white and spotless, and there remained a prisoner, too fragile to give certainty, too unreal to be comforting. He had desired, but at the same time it was taken away, he felt different, less far. He could not accept his sacrifice, and he knew it. She loved him and believed in him, as if immortality had been the only obstacle between them. But he had betrayed her, throwing herself into the arms of Legolas looking for something that could not have had, or would have desired.
Arwen. Now he saw so far. It was a dream, nothing more. He loved her, in a way he still loved her. But love is true, complete and overwhelming, I had only known now. And he had filled his heart.
Before leaving Imladris had spoken again, and as she repeated his promises, he had the sensation of seeing a little hesitation. More and more I thought it was convincing. He should feel relieved that, if he had given up on his own initiative he might have suffered less, but right now, could only think the only reason why he could hesitate. Immortality. And Legolas was the same thing.
He took her face in her hands rubbing his eyes. What was he doing?



***



Haldir knew where to find Legolas. Had moved away from the other after dinner, and no one had seen him since. Certainly he had holed up in some hidden place of the forest bordering the garden, looking for peace.
They had met a few hours before sunset, as he carried the small group of foreign Galadhon Caras, a man, a dwarf, and four mezziuomini one of which carried something evil.
How could a devoted caretaker to his kingdom to accept strangers wrapped in an aura of evil so powerful? " Messengers from Imladris they had announced: Legolas, Aragorn, a man of Gondor, a dwarf, four mezziuomini. But There was Aragorn, and Legolas had arrived only the weapons, he could really trust them? After long hesitation, had made them blindfold to accompany the presence of the King
Legolas and Aragorn had appeared almost suddenly, going back a rather steep slope and was known to his teammates. They had been observed along the way, the stretch that still separated them from the city, and his eye he noticed something that was apparent from the way they do, how to look. They were fellow travelers for over a month, and this explained some of their fellowship, but he knew too well the Prince of Mirkwood not to understand the feelings that she kept in her heart.

is forwarded in the most dense of the forest, then emerge in a small clearing. He looked around, Legolas was sitting among the roots of an old tree, not far from one of the many lakes in the area. He approached quietly and sat down beside him.

"You're thinking of him, right?" said a little later, to break the silence more than anything else.

Legolas nodded with an almost imperceptible movement of his head. "I can not hide anything," He smiled.

"I saw how it looked, indeed, as you look. E. .. well, I was a little surprised, but ... Did you find what you were looking for."

"I do not know. It's something I can not explain, and that scares me ...."

"I'm also afraid. Because it will take you away forever. "Said the warden, with a hint of bitterness in his voice.

The prince turned his face toward him, looking at him with expressionless eyes." The war can take away forever. "Retorted.

Haldir smiled and stroked his hair, letting it flow through his fingers. "I know. But it is a very different thing, you know. "

Legolas lowered his eyes, he knew exactly what he meant his friend." I'm scared of what makes me feel. "He continued, as if speaking to himself." It is something I feel I can not do without. "

The warden left to spend a few minutes before continuing." Legolas ... It is a mortal. The
know, is a valiant warrior, an honest and fair, but ... is still a man. What will
never offer a mortal? What will happen to you after his death? "

His lips trembled, in giving the answer." It's something that my heart has already decided.
I can not give him up. I do not want to do it, whatever happens. "

Haldir put her arm around her and drew her to him, looking into his eyes. He knew that Legolas had never loved, and even he loved him. But among them was always been a very strong bond, they were friends for a long time, had shared many things together, for better or for worse. How many times had sought solace each other's arms, in the long nights after reconnaissance and battles, how many times they had abandoned to the pleasure and away from everything and everyone. He knew he was her only lover. Although he had never been told, he knew. Over the years, that strange complicity had consolidated their friendship, and reinforced it with an ambiguous relationship, strong and special. Bond, which now Legolas needed to escape, at least in part, to move forward.

He walked up to her face, just laying on his lips. There was lust in the gesture, but only love and sweetness and bitterness of a goodbye.
"Please," whispered just "Think well. I do not want to see you suffer."

Legolas closed his eyes and leaned her head on his shoulder.

Where I take all this?






Chapter 11 Chapter 13

Funny Wedding Messages Card

For those who have an Xbox

He just found out my boyfriend.

Microsoft has realized that consoles manufactured before January 13, 2004 October 23, 2003 in Europe or the rest of the world have a flaw in the power cord that could cause burns or small fires.
All those who have produced a console in this period may request a free cable in place by going here.

http://replacements.webprogram.com/it-it

click 'present an order' and enter your serial number and production date can be found on the back of the Xbox.

Baci ^ ^

Wedding Lenghas 2010 Uk

whitefairychan @ 2005-02-07T23: 11:00







VanityAngel gave me permission to put here these three dolls (sorry, now I can not say dolls ^ _-) that he composed for us. From left are me, our friend and her.
This design was born after an evening spent in arguing, very bad moments, but everything is slowly settling. And it at any way things go I had the opportunity to befriend a girl who did not know before and better know 'Angel, there's something good' cmq was not it? ^ _ ^