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Neithawen's Deception |
15. Revelation |
The mornings first rays of light kissed Neithawens cheeks as Legolas lay watching her. Her rosy complexion shone with radiance and beauty. More than once he contemplated sitting up and kissing her, but that would ruin the plan. He smiled, eagerly awaiting tonight. For tonight was perfect. They would be alone, no other elves to accidentally wander in while he executed his plan. And he wanted to show her his revenge in such a way that she would never forget. He chuckled softly and felt the soft skin of her hand in his own. So beautiful. So wonderfully beautiful. Neithawens eyes fluttered open. She turned toward Legolas and smiled as he asked, Feeling any better? Smiling and stretching she said, Yes, much, I thank you. And I thank Melindin too. Where is she, do you know? I know nothing of her whereabouts. But if you wish it, I can go search for her. I will come too. I should like some fresh air after being inside this wonderful cottage for almost a day, Neithawen smiled. Of course. Here, let me help you. Neithawen struggled to sit up. She felt Legolas strong arms under her back, gently lifting. When she had finally gotten to her feet, the pair made their way slowly to the back door of the cottage. Fresh air greeted Neithawen like an old friend, and she breathed deep and long. The light breeze was filled with the smell of newly awakened flowers and the sweet, musky scent of fir trees. They found Melindin in her garden, on hands and knees, in the earth. Ah, gmornin, dears. Howre you feelin? she said, struggling slightly to stand, hands clasping her back. Much better. You are truly a miracle woman. Neithawen moved slowly over to Melindin and pulled her into a warm embrace. Och, think nothing of it. Twas truly my pleasure to help someone in need. I suppose youll be wantin to leave as soon as possible, eh? Melindin asked, her eyes moving from Neithawen to Legolas. Neithawens gaze followed hers. I should like to leave soon, for we must return to the others. But Teleadan must fully recover his strength before we leave. I would not wish for him to fall ill again. No, I shouldnt think so, Melindin said. Well get some more food in you, and then well see. How does that sound? It is good. I thank you again for your help and hospitality, Neithawen said. Melindin merely smiled and turned toward the house, muttering softly to herself. Neithawen caught part of what she said on the gentle breeze. A bit of carrot, thats good after an injury. And maybe some peach When they had all gone back inside, Neithawen started to feel a bit lightheaded, so she moved to a high-backed chair in the main part of the room. Legolas joined Melindin at the counter. Is there anything I can help you with, my lady? he asked. Well, you can cut these peaches up. She handed him a knife and two small pink and orange spheres. I do not believe I am familiar with this type of fruit. Legolas examined it closely. Another treasure from Rohan? No, lad, it comes from the southern reaches of Gondor. Legolas cut it in to sections and put one in his mouth. The nectar is sweet. It will help Teleadan revive his strength well, I should say. Youd be right, then. Melindin handed him a plate and he put the peach slices on it. He waited for Melindin to finish peeling the carrots and walked over with her to where Neithawen had taken some rest. This peach should boost your energy so youre not havin any dizzy spells again. You eat up as much as you can, and you eat up too, son. Theres plenty, she said, addressing Legolas. He smiled and began to eat some more of the peaches. Neithawen picked up a slice for herself and took a bite. The taste was sweet and wonderful, and she felt the strength flow back into her body. Shed had peaches before, but they were never this good. She had a strong suspicion that Melindins peaches were not quite the same. When all the food had been eaten, and the friendly conversation come to a comfortable halt, Legolas decided it was about time to go. He stood up and glided to the window. The sun was just past the high point in the sky. Sighing, he moved back to the table. Melindin, we must depart. It is getting late, and we need to catch up to the other elves. Ah, if you must. Melindin smiled. She helped the two elves get their belongings together and they exited the cottage. Youll be visitin me again, right? Soon. On your way back from battle wouldnt be soon enough. Neithawen smiled. Of course we will be back. She pulled Melindin into an embrace for the second time that day. The grace of the Valar watch over and protect you. And may God look over you too, Melindin said, a smile etching beautiful lines into her old face. Neithawen parted from Melindin and Legolas took her place. He gave her the same blessing, and Melindin returned the blessing in kind. The elves fastened their light bundles to Araroh and mounted him. Melindin watched as they rode away slowly into the thick trees. Goodbye, dears, and may your love grow quickly. She turned back into the house and shut the door with a soft click. *~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Neithawen shifted uncomfortably behind Legolas. She wished inwardly that he had thought to bring Rochroval along. But then, she thought, you would not be riding behind him like this. She liked being close to his warm body. He was secure and strong, something that she was not, even after all of Melindins care. Her body still felt slightly weak. She was not actually sure if she would have been able to ride Rochroval on her own. She found a more comfortable place on Ararohs back and leaned into Legolas. Legolas felt Neithawens tension release as she leaned against him. He started to doubt his plan. She might be too tired. But he was going to try anyway. Legolas looked into the sky. The sun was starting to go behind the horizon. They had been traveling for hours, with only one or two breaks. He would be glad to let Araroh have a rest. He started scanning the trees for a suitable place to spend the night. They rode on for a few more minutes before they came to a slight clearing in the trees by the road. I think well rest here for the night. Neithawen had fallen asleep against Legolas back. His smooth voice awoke her. Good, she said sleepily, causing him to turn slightly to look at her. He smiled. Do you feel better after your sleep? I hope so, for you have left me no one to talk to but myself, he joked. She laughed softly and sat up a little straighter, surveying the area around. Legolas stopped Araroh with a slight pressure from his knees. Araroh leaned his head down and began to graze on the lush, green grass. Legolas dismounted and helped Neithawen down. He began taking the bundles off of Araroh while Neithawen surveyed the area. She sat down in the shade of a large tree, meaning to only take a short rest. She instead drifted off into a quiet, peaceful slumber. *~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Neithawens eyes opened. It was mostly dark around her. A small fire crackled merrily in a ring of rocks, and over it, propped up on two forked sticks, was a small animal spitted on a twig. The smell clung to her nostrils and made her stomach ache. Finally awake, I see, Legolas voice called from somewhere in the darkness. He emerged into the light carrying more twigs and sticks for the fire. Neithawen tentatively stood, but she felt much better. She felt no dizziness, and her body was strong. How are you feeling? Legolas asked, setting the sticks down and moving close to her. Much better. I do not feel ill at all. Melindin is truly wonderful. Neithawens hand moved to her side where the wound once was. She felt nothing, save a very slight ache that was barely noticeable. Legolas hand covered hers. Does it hurt? he asked. No, she replied. She felt his hand move over hers, a feather-light touch that sent tiny explosions up her arm and into the rest of her body. She wanted very much to kiss him; his face was close to hers, his blue eyes dancing in the firelight. But to do such would be folly, she thought. She began to move away from him but he held her where she was. The light from the moon above glinted off his pale hair as he moved toward her. Do not go, friend Teleadan. You cannot tell me that you do not feel what I feel. Legolas eyes glinted with mischief, but it went unnoticed. His hand moved from hers, sliding gracefully up her arm. Little fires erupted in her skin where his fingers brushed her. His hand finally came to rest on her shoulder. His fingers flicked up to her ear, a very sensitive spot. She gasped, her sharp intake of breath shattering the silence around them. She regained her senses and realized what was happening. She knew she was female, but Legolas did not. Her eyes widened. Legolas, we mustnt. Its notnot right! she exclaimed. She pulled away from him sharply, but he held on to her arm. Pulling her back to him, he held her in a tight embrace. Do not try to fight what you know is right, Teleadan. He stressed the word, and something in Neithawens mind clicked. The cogs started to turn in her head as he moved his hand to the neckline of his tunic. Pulling the cloth from his shirt, he began to chuckle. He watched as the realization hit her. His chuckle turned into a rolling laugh as he watched her eyes widen in surprise and shock. She snatched the cloth from him. His laughter echoed in her ears and she started to smile. Her smile turned to laughter, and their voices made melodies together, reverberating through the trees. Somewhere nearby, a bird flew from its perch. The sudden noise startled them. Their laughter subsided slowly, and the both stood there, clutching their sides. Neithawen looked to Legolas, a light of desire replacing the one of mirth. Had you fooled for a moment, didnt I? he asked, his voice soft and beautiful. You deserve it. He paused for a moment, as the smile faded from his face, to be replaced with confusion. Why? The question startled Neithawen. She thought the answer would have been rather obvious. Apparently not. I wanted to fight, and I was not going to be left back in Mirkwood without my father. Or she hesitated for a moment, then said, or you. Legolas moved to her and took her into his arms. She tensed for a moment, but his lithe body felt so right against her own. She relaxed, and he gathered her closer. Neithawen, he said simply. She moved away from him slightly to look into his eyes. The deep blue pools reflected caring and tenderness. His lips, soft and full, were only inches away from her own. As if reacting to her thoughts, Legolas closed the gap between them. His lips brushed hers, the gentle caress sending shockwaves of desire through both of them. Neithawen moved closer to him, and their lips touched again, this time firm and full of need. She boldly thrust her tongue inside his mouth, exploring the deep recesses of it, drinking the sweet nectar. His tongue joined hers in a dance so rhythmic, yet so smooth. Long moments went by in the blink of an eye. They stood there in each others embrace, barely moving. Legolas suddenly pulled away, and Neithawen involuntarily cried out. But she was not waiting for long. His mouth moved to her ear, gently caressing and kissing. It was nearly her undoing. His name escaped her lips and was carried away on a gentle breeze. Gently he pushed her to the forest floor, where their blankets lay. His hand moved to the neck of her tunic and began to undo the clasps. His hand instinctively cupped around her small breast, feeling her nipple tighten under his touch. She moaned softly as his lips trailed over the sensitive skin of her throat. Her hands moved from his back to the front of his tunic, and she unfastened the buttons. She slid her hands across the bare expanse of his chest, feeling his soft flesh under her fingers and palms. He quickly shrugged out of the tunic and helped her do the same. After a moment or two, their clothes had been discarded and they lay there, gently exploring each other. A few minutes passed, and hunger began to take over Neithawens senses. She needed Legolas, needed him now. Sliding her caresses lower, she look him into her hands. He gasped and moaned. Neithawen, he said. He had not said her name since that night in the gardens. The simple word fed her flame of desire, and she lifted her mouth to his to kiss him. He responded and, sensing her need, quickly filled her. She cried out in pleasure. Neithawen, he said again. Her eyes closed as he repeated her name again and again, and they lost themselves in each other. |
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