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 ...
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more than a month has passed since the Fellowship of the Ring left Imladris, the day of departure is now a distant memory for us all. The journey for me as an elf is not difficult, we proceed slowly in nature. What proved difficult was it to start a journey together with nine people so different. The first problems were born with Gimli: dwarves and elves have minded too different to get along, and so it is with us. It is an annoyance that we can not pass each other, sometimes I thought that others were getting tired of feeling constantly bickering, but then I realize that all of this for they can have a fun side. I often see the hobbits smile of our squabbles, our daily challenge to follow this probably helps keep the mind occupied and avoid getting lost in the dark.
mezziuomini I like these four small. They are affectionate and confusing, constantly singing nursery rhymes and poems and improvise on any event. And these songs I can read their homesickness, love for their simple world they want to completely return. Even they are natural, they are afraid of what they are going to meet. They are not warriors, only now are learning to handle weapons, despite everything going on, and this great strength in human as well small and weak it is almost touching.
Boromir, the man from Gondor, is slowly showing its weaknesses. Perhaps his only real weakness is the hope he saw too much blood flow to Gondor, too many lives taken away from the evil of Mordor. His mind was seduced by the idea that the Ring can be used against Sauron, the Dark Lord, and bring victory to the men. Maybe it was the ring and make him believe, hoping to be taken away from Frodo. Boromir is not evil, just weak, like most men, and I know that I can not trust him completely. I started to watch it, and more than once I saw him look at the ring hidden with eager eyes and turned who knows what thoughts. Estel also has noticed, he keeps an eye on. There was enough for a knowing glance, a few days after departure, to realize that the same mind. We can not trust him completely.
Estel instead is revealing all his unique abilities. From the many journeys of his life he learned many things: it is able to choose the best routes to follow, read the traces on the ground, listening to the sounds of nature. The security that shows on the way it is comforting for all, and every problem has always a solution. But how much uncertainty in his eyes when he sits on the sidelines, in his turn on duty or off, when he believes that no one is looking, and his blank stare reflects every fear, every insecurity, every fear. I have often wondered what exactly do you think, in those moments. Definitely try to imagine the future, trying to foresee the dangers that we might encounter, but certainly also his thoughts go back to Imladris, for Arwen.
I too have often thought of her. I saw the night before departure. It was not a chance encounter, I had waited in the hallway, in front of large window overlooking the garden. He looked at me as we move into the dark, big eyes and sad that glowed in the starlight.
"Stay with close," he said, "He is brave, but is not an elf. It does not have our hearing, our view. I ... I'm afraid. Watch over him, I beg you. "
How much anguish in the words whispered almost with fear. I smile spontaneously, and I shook hands, realizing when to shake.
" It'll be okay 'I said, trying to reassure her.
Perhaps it was then that I decided that I would be next, I would have helped me in every way possible. Arwen As I promised, I did even to myself, I would have followed to Finally, with devotion, despite the confusing situation that had developed between us.
Estel I wanted, but belongs to Arwen. I can not put myself in their midst, I can not do that to her, who loves him to the point give him his immortal life. I wondered if I'd be willing to give him a gift like that, my heart trembled, and gave me the answer. Estel but can not be mine.
When I was assigned this mission I did not hesitate to leave. I wanted to accompany Frodo, help him destroy the Ring, I wanted to fight to protect my people.
If it were not for this trip I'd be back in my kingdom, and I would have moved away from him. But even away I could not forget him, now entered in my heart, as a desire and regret not feasible. Several times I repeated that the best thing would be forgotten, I just wanted to impose to stand by him as a fellow warrior, but too often I find myself thinking about that kiss exchanged in rushing yard of the Palace of Elrond, to everything I had felt beside him in the days before, when I did not know that his heart belongs to Arwen. That could not be mine. By now I realized that my heart will be his forever, whatever our destiny.
Since we started we never talked about what happened between us, even at times when we move away from the rest of the company for exploration. Only exchanged a few words and avoid looking into his eyes. Despite this, I can clearly perceive the great uneasiness that tries in vain to hide. Estel still want me, I know. And this certainty consumes me day after day.
Often, I have to take the first watch: I stay on his feet, leaning against a tree, or sometimes I sit on a rock to scan the horizon. My receptivity tells me every sound, every movement around them. I noticed that he never falls asleep immediately, stretches out on his bed, is wrapped in the mantle and is staring at a long, hidden by shadows.
clearly feel her eyes fixed on me.
His gaze is so intense that I can feel the warm, almost palpable, as it moves on me. It is perched on my face, focusing on his lips, then slid along the neck, shoulders and the rest of the body as a boiling wake. Never
I said turning to him, never I wanted at that moment our eyes met. I always pretended not to notice, secretly relishing the look that caress me, lighting the fire within me. I do not want to know how I like to know to be desired by him.
The loss of Gandalf was a very hard blow for the members of the company. It had fallen into the depths of the Mines of Moria to save the enormous Balrog behind her. It happened so quickly that no one could comprehend, and accept it. Aragorn was the first to react, and to urge them to stand up and go: the enemies guarding them, they could not stop. As he spoke, masked his pain behind the thin mask of security behind which he hid a daily basis, only an eye like that of Legolas could see his suffering. So they were put back on the road hoping to reach Lothlorien before sunset. They advanced in silence, each collected in their thoughts and their pain. In the late afternoon, they reached the river, continue along the shore until they found a vantage point across. Emerged from the water of large boulders which were wedged between the different branches and a trunk carried by the stream, formed after all what could be described as a shift, certainly the only one who could hope to find.
began to walk up THAT UNSTABLE path in single file. The hobbits, frightened by the noise and the power of water, very slow struggling to keep his balance. Merry and Pippin were holding hands making courage to each other. Suddenly Frodo slipped and fell into the river, but managed to cling readily to one of the few branches coming out from the trunk wedged between the boulders. As soon as the ring touched the water, the river seemed to swell for a moment. Now Aragorn, who was closest to him, he ran to his aid, walking in the trunk balance reached out and tried to help him recover. The clothes and the coat soaked with water making it difficult to climb, he managed just a hoist and deliver it to Boromir, who was the branch on which lever broke and fell into the river itself. He managed to cling to another branch, towards the end of the trunk.
Boromir took a step closer to trying.
"Wait, I am going," Legolas stopped him. "I'm lighter than you"
"None of us are fairly light 'said Gimli," the wood is rotten and will not stand. "
The elf took his quiver from her shoulders and handed it to the nano.
"I try to help," he said, "If I fall into the water, too, will ask the current downstream ports. You go down this road, you will meet the guardians of Lothlorien." He advanced on the trunk with incredible lightness until you reach the point at which clung Aragorn, his hand outstretched toward him, but just when he was about to grab the branch to which they had clung to the fugitive broke and he disappeared into the water turbines. Legolas turned to the others:
"I'll take it. Continue, we'll reach"
"No!" The current take you out! " cried Boromir.
"I know this water does not betray me," said the elf and dived.
water received him with suspicion, even frightened by the Ring. The elf desperately swam up to Aragorn, grabbed his arm and drew him close. He was unconscious, perhaps he had hit his head. With great effort he returned to the surface took it with him, trying to hold his head above water gone mad. Drifts down to the valley where the river was a big curve and the current was less strong. Swimming with all his strength he managed to get close to shore. With the corner of my eye saw a slight movement in the trees around it: the guardians of the Golden Wood had seen them. One of the elves warriors threw a rope, grabbed her and Legolas is swept ashore. Rúmil, the elder brother of Haldir, helped him out of the water.
"What happened?" he asked in alarm, recognizing Aragorn unconscious man who held his arms.
While the prince explained what had happened, was accompanied within the forest, in one of the huts built on trees. They helped to lay man on a makeshift bed and made sure of his condition: he was just unconscious and shivering, would recover soon.
Rúmil burning something in a small brazier closed, resting on a stone shelf.
"I must go now," he said "we have problems at the border. Pull up the rope ladder when we get off, this place is quiet but it is best to do the same. Shaft near there are other guards and a healer, if Do you need anything call them. "
When the guard came down, Legolas withdrew the scale and wrapped next to the hatch. Aragorn then emptied, dried it with a towel and wrapped in a blanket. He stood a moment looking at him, he was pale. He undressed in turn, wiped the least worst and slipped under the blanket beside him. The arm around her, her body was cold, his breathing slow and almost imperceptible. He lay on top of him, embracing him, in an attempt to warm it. Put her face on her neck, breathing in the smell of her skin, so different from that of the elves had the scent of the wild countries of the North, the wind and wet ground by torrential rain. Parted lips and touched it with his tongue, he wanted to feel its taste, as if in that way he could get closer to him. And he wanted to hear everything, even the cold that made him tremble, if only he could. He closed his eyes, clasping to him, trying to reach him, begging him to wake up.
was cold all around, but the body lying on top of him infuse warmth and security. He regained consciousness slowly, little by little. Touch was the first thing he had regained, was aware of being naked, wrapped in a blanket, and someone lying on him hugging him. Someone from the body heat and light, which enveloped him softly, her hair fell to the side, stroking his back. And his skin smelled sweet and delicate, like the flowers that hide in the grass before bloom. Legolas was, he knew. He had plunged into the river for him, and had succeeded in reaching it. The latest pictures resurface from memory showed his face from the contract effort to counter the current tightening of the arms that caught him and squeezed in water turbines, and all around became dark and cold. He could not see anything in the memories that confused stunning.
was now fully awake, the body was finally warming up, thanks to the warmth of the elf. Slowly raised his arms up to the girding him back. It shook him slightly, gripped by conflicting feelings. Find that being naked had given a sense of insecurity, feeling his arms wrapped around him, his heart pounding in my chest calm, regular breathing near your ear, it was something soothing, but at the same time, along with full contact with his skin smooth and warm, it was terribly exciting.
Shortly before he had heard, whispering something, but he could not decipher the words, and then the feeling of his lips laid on the neck, tongue that had grazed the skin. A touch damp and hot, which was filled with thrills. Maybe I had imagined, had been only his fancy, a wish. Groaned, in the arduous attempt to open his eyes. When he managed to lift his eyelids, he met the elf's face close to his blue eyes that seemed to glow in the dark.
"I removed her clothes because they were wet, and I'm lying about you to warm. Your body was so cold ... "
As he spoke he bowed his head slightly to the side, very close to his lips.
" I am still a bit 'so, you need to keep warm. Now rested, we're safe here. "
Aragorn nodded, swaying to the sound of his voice. He shook a little hands on her back, she heard him shaking almost imperceptibly as his body reacted, and his excitement grew against him . They smiled, looking into his eyes and blushed slightly, embarrassed, both too excited.
"rest" the elf whispered in his ear.
The man closed his eyes and slowly sank back to sleep.
had gone only a few hours when he awoke. He saw that Legolas had slipped sideways, his arms still wrapped around him softly. It was now night, the silvery rays of the moon came through the cracks of the beams that made up the ceiling. He sat up, looking around to try to recognize the place where they were. The room was rather small, with a hatch on the floor. A small grate on a stone shelf, a few blankets and clothes laid out on a bench.
"We are one of the lodges of the guardians of the Golden Forest" Legolas said, guessing her thoughts.
She turned towards him. The elf was watching him from behind his blue eyes, was left lying on its side, the blanket deviated that covered only up to the hips, his head leaning to one side, rosy lips slightly parted.
could not help but watch his body designed by the faint light at night, it was different from his, more like that of his two brothers, and perhaps even more slender but still muscular and perfectly proportioned. Almost without realizing it, reached out to him touching the skin white and smooth, and his eyes slid down the rest of the body. His fingers reached the pendant around his neck, attached to a thin silver chain.
"It was my mother," the elf's voice was almost a whisper.
A ray of moonlight illuminated the pendant on the chest of Aragorn making the shining gems, elf's gaze moved on it. The ranger smiled, as if the moon had him cornered, lighting up the court at that time, to force him to talk. But it was the right thing, was something that had to be faced, sooner or later.
"This is Arwen," he said.
"... It is one of your promise?"
waited a moment before answering.
"I was. But now, many things have changed."
"I do not ever talked. Why?"
"When I met you I have not been sure of my feelings. I know I should tell you the truth, but I was afraid"
"What?"
"to lose. But you lose the stesso. Vi perderò entrambi, come è giusto che sia."
L'elfo corrugò la fronte, come non riuscisse a capire. Gli occhi di Aragorn si fecero lucidi, mentre la voce divenne più bassa.
"Quando ho incontrato Arwen, tanto tempo fa... sono rimasto incantato. Quando la avvicinavo, le parlavo, mi pareva di vivere in un sogno. Un giorno mi disse che voleva rinunciare alla sua immortalità per seguire me e io sapevo che non avrei mai potuto permetterglielo".
"Non volevi accettare il suo amore?"
Aragorn sorrise "No, non volevo accettare il suo sacrificio".
"È la stessa cosa".
Il ramingo lo guardò perplesso, con la sensazione di non essere in grado di spiegarsi.
"That's why you approached me? To forget?" asked the elf.
"No". He answered immediately, on impulse, almost scared to let him believe such a thing. Then he paused a moment to gather his thoughts. It was so hard to open the door to his heart, but it was no use denying it now.
"I know that I can not celarti of all my feelings, so it's useless to try to lie. I spoke with Arwen, I said that our love is impossible. I have not talked to you, because even if I had not met , our story would have ended the same. Becoming mortal means for her to follow me into death, and that I can not accept. should remain with his people, is to which it belongs, like you belong there. "
Legolas remained silent, pondering how those words.
The man continued:" I remember you and I we met again, when I was a child. But in my memory the image of your face was confused with that of your brothers, and now I could not remember much more than your golden hair. I was very young ... but you and you were probably the same as how you have now. "
He took a short break, almost swallowing hard and looked away from her.
" For you, very little has gone since then, for me almost half the years of my life . When I saw you, I was immediately attracted to you, and I knew what I felt was something different from what I've always felt for Arwen. Something more profound and intense, and equally wrong. "
Legolas waited a moment, then stretched his arms and pulled him on top of him, lying on his back.
" Maybe something is mistaken, but I do not think it's wrong. "
"I remain what I am, a man. And you're an elf, an immortal. "
The elf closed his eyes and surrounds him with his arms crossed on his back.
" You must not think of it, "she whispered, her face nestled in her hair still slightly damp "Not now."
In reality he was not to take thought. Too many times he had wondered what she felt for him, and too often the answer shocked him. The first time I saw him, he had not wanted to think about their diversity, and so he wanted to continue to do. He did not want to think about the future, what this could mean. Not now.
"I do not think of us as different creatures," she said almost whispering next to his ear. "We are two warriors, and in this we are equal. We are doing the same trip, we have the same mission. We have to protect Frodo and the Ring. You are our guide, I will follow you and help you. We are two warriors Estel, nothing more. " The
pulled back a little and caught between his lips. Aragorn let him, almost without reacting. His words echoed in the mind, and there was only one way they could be interpreted: the elf was physically attracted to him but did not love him. For this problem would not arise on his death. Besides, how could an elf love a mortal man? He swallowed, trying in vain to untie the knot he felt in his throat, knowing it was so bad in some way away. He could have his body but not his heart, so it was fitting that it was. He closed his eyes and stuck his tongue into her mouth.
remained so for a very long time to kiss languidly losing one's arms while his hands were already moving on the skin of the arms, chest and back.
Suddenly Aragorn stood on one side to catch his breath, stroked the elf's face and continued to stare long as she could feed her beauty. Slid his hands along her body following the profile of the muscles, pausing at some point with the palm, as if to impress upon the memory the texture of the skin. He was excited to shake, even the elf's body trembled. He bent over him to kiss him again, while his hands moved downward, reaching the stomach, hips and thighs eventually. She felt him shake a little stronger, for a moment while spreading his legs slightly, as if to invite him to continue. He traced his hand along the inside of her thighs up to the groin, stroking gently where the skin was smoother and more sensitive.
The elf opened his eyes and put her hands on her arms, clenching his fingers around the biceps.
"Would you stop me?" asked the ranger.
"No. .."
"So let go, do nothing"
Legolas dropped his arms on the blanket and closed his eyes.
continued to stroke it slowly, without haste, he wanted to savor every moment of the growth of her pleasure. He could not tear his eyes from his face, eyelids lowered, the features that softened the movement of the hand, the breathing became gradually more intense and breathless. The body was stretched with small tremors, followed by sighs more strong, moist skin of his forehead shining under the faint moonlight.
closed fist on him more firmly, only to hear him breathing harder, as she slowly lost control of himself. And when she saw him bend his head to one side, as if to hide, asked him not to.
"Please, look left," she said, and he realized what the request was risky. But the words were out of impulse, could not take his eyes from his face.
The elf did so, turning her face towards him while his cheeks are slightly tinged with red. Aragorn pressed his lips in front of that vision at the same time seductive and innocent, and tremendously exciting. He bent down again once on him and kissed his lips trembling that opened up immediately and pushed his tongue into her mouth and let her move at the same pace of the hand, taken from the feverish desire to give pleasure. This continued for a time that seemed at once too long and the short, enjoying his pleasure, enjoying every moan and sigh, each movement of her body.
A groan louder, muffled against her lips, then felt his hands on the deck and tapping it with the basin is pushed deeper into his hand. Aragorn stood up again, pointing to his elbow to hold the torso and began to watch him breathing faster and faster. The elf opened his
eyes and stared for a moment with a dazed look, almost surprised, before her arms around, as if clinging to him, abandoning herself to ecstasy. The close of his arms, the groans of pleasure, the hot seed gushed through his fingers brought Aragorn to the limit: a choking cry she fell upon him, melting against his side.
