Title & Chapter Number: The Foolish Wish 7/8
Author(s): - Author's Index
Website: Tortured Scribes
Fandom: Tolkien
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: I am only borrowing J.R.R. Tolkien's world for a bit. The only things that are mine are Jessy, Bella, and this twisted plot.
Warnings: Language, Violence, Het
Betas: Hedda
Cast: Lord of the Rings characters and two O/C's
Timeline: Post The Return of the King; Sequel to The Wayward Wish
Spoilers: Some for The Return of the King
Summary: Five years have past since Jessy went to live in The Shire. Legolas returns unexpectedly to find Jessy is not very happy to see him.
Notes: I'm playing with official canon a bit for storytelling purposes. The Keepers of the Rings have not passed over the Sea. Frodo and the others have not taken on any positions of leadership in The Shire at this point. I have also shortened the distance between Buckland and Hobbiton. Celeborn and Galadriel still reign in Lothlórien.
Chapter Seven: Reconciliation
"This is BULLSHIT!" Jessy screamed at the heavy wooden door. She had been trying to pick the lock with the pin of her brooch to no avail. The movies had always made it seem so easy.
Legolas continued to sit silently in one of the chairs near the window. The sunlight shining through the window caused a halo to form around his golden hair. He had not spoken but contented himself with watching Jessy try and get them out of the situation. He knew her efforts were futile.
Finally, Jessy accepted defeat and slumped down on the bed. "So what about this truce you were talking about?"
Legolas smiled thinly. "I do not think Aragorn will be as easy to fool as I first thought."
"Then I guess we will just have to be more convincing." Jessy ground out between clenched teeth. "I mean what choice do we have unless we want to spend the rest of our lives locked away in this tower. Which I might add will be a very long time for you."
Legolas continued to regard Jessy with a bemused expression. "Perhaps it would be better if we put the past behind us and begin anew."
Jessy looked in astonishment at Legolas. "You abandon me, steal my child, march an army to the gates of Caras Galadon, tried to strangle me, not to mention threatening to imprison me and we should just start over?"
Jessy had regained her feet by this point and Legolas stood to join her. "I never abandoned you. You are my wife and have always remained such."
"Your what? Did you say wife? Are you smoking Crack? Where in the hell did you get that lame brained idea?"
Legolas looked confused. "I do not partake of pipeweed, you know that. And we have been joined since we spent that night together in this very room."
"What a minute, you want to run that by me again."
"I said I do not partake of pipeweed -"
"Not that part, the other part. The part about us being joined. You mean married?"
The realization that Jessy had no clue to the meaning behind their physical joining hit Legolas like a ton of bricks. She did not know. He had a feeling that she was not going to take the news well. "Yes." He said slowly.
Jessy could only stare. "But no one said any words, there were no vows. God damn it, Legolas we were supposed to make vows to love, honor and obey each other." Tears began to fall down Jessy's face as all her dreams of a perfect wedding evaporated. "I didn't even get to wear a wedding gown."
"Go back to the obey part. I liked the sound of that."
Jessy was not amused. "I'm being serious."
"So was I." Legolas could not stop the smirk that spread across his lips.
Jessy launched herself at Legolas but he had been waiting for her to do so. Catching her mid-flight he walked over and dropped her onto the bed. He grabbed both of her flailing arms by the wrists and pinned them to the bed with one of his hands while dropping his body on top of hers.
"Enough, Pen'tithen. We will have a ceremony if you wish. We can make any vows you want and I will see to it that you have a new dress for the occasion. It is a simple thing to make happen. Can we not move on to the part of the argument where we reconcile?"
Jessy finally ceased her struggles realizing that she was not going to be able to throw Legolas off of her. She glared at him. "That is the least of your sins. What about everything else? Can you fix that too?"
"I took Bella but I left you the note. Why did you not come to Eryn Lasgalen like I asked? Why did you ignore all my other letters? You have only yourself to blame for everything that has happened."
"Frodo and I never saw your note. They found Bella's slipper by the edge of the river. We thought she was DEAD!" Fresh tears streamed down Jessy's face.
"What?" Legolas felt a knot forming in his stomach.
"If I had been allowed to have my way, I'd be dead right now. But you know how stubborn Frodo can be. Rosie found your letter the day Elladan came to the house to collect me. That stubborn old goat, Elrond forced me to live." Jessy ignored the shocked look on Legolas' face. "And you dare to talk about letters. The only letter I ever got from you was in Imladris and you made it quite clear that I wasn't welcome in Eryn Lasgalen. You even refused to come to Imladris and let Elrond act as mediator."
Gimli's words came back to haunt Legolas. He knew with certainty that his father had been behind the letter. "I swear to you, Jessy. I never sent that letter to Imladris. All my letters were sent to Lórien. Gimli tried to tell me that you probably had never gotten them but I refused to listen to him."
He caressed her cheek with his free hand, fingers trailing over the bruised skin. "I never should have touched you in anger. Can you ever forgive me?"
Stay focused. Stay mad. Jessy repeated the litany over and over again in her mind. "Yes." What? What in the hell are you saying, her inner voice screamed. What about staying focused and mad?
Legolas leaned down and brushed his lips against hers lightly.
Jessy forgot the argument she had been having with herself. She parted her lips in invitation at Legolas' gentle probing.
Tongues dueled as Legolas deepened the kiss. This time he was prepared for the sensations that assaulted him. He was able to savor the subtleties he had missed the first time around.
Jessy's only thought was the need to melt into Legolas. To quench the fire he was igniting within her body.
Hands drifted and tugged as cloth was parted and removed. Five years had done little to diminish Jessy's modesty and she blushed as Legolas pulled her shift over her head.
Legolas' hands trailed over her body, acquainting himself with the changes. Her breasts were fuller, the nipples having darkened during her pregnancy. He could just make out the silvery white stretch marks that adorned her abdomen. Her hips were slightly fuller but childbirth had not marred her willowy figure.
Jessy gasped as Legolas drew one of her nipples between his lips. She had often dreamed of this during their separation but the dreams paled in comparison to reality. Feeling bolder than she had their first time, she let her hands drift over the contour of his back. His skin was soft beneath the pads of her fingers in sharp contrast to the firm muscles beneath it.
Legolas felt the sudden need to taste Jessy. He trailed kisses down her breastbone, nipping and sucking when he reached the softness of her stomach. Ignoring her mewling protests, he lifted her legs onto his shoulders as he settled between her thighs.
Jessy's fingers wound into Legolas' hair intent on pulling him away when she felt the first stroke of his tongue. A delicious bolt shot through her causing her hips to buck of their own accord. She felt his hands grip her hips, pushing her back to the bed.
Jessy's fingers tightened in his hair as the sensations he was creating began to build. A fine sheen of sweat covered her body. She lost count of how many times she had touched herself while thinking of him. Telling herself that she never wanted to see him again but longing for him when night fell and she was alone. Her furtive touches had left her feeling unsatisfied and guilty. She had hated him even more because she had wanted him so badly.
Jessy moaned as a long, slender finger slipped past her nether lips. A second soon joined the first and then a third. The pressure built to a crescendo and she cried out as the first tremors swept through her.
Legolas could wait no longer to join with her. Five years now seemed an eternity to him and he had the first inkling of time from Jessy's perspective. He withdrew his fingers and moved up to kiss Jessy. Balancing himself on one elbow, he used his free hand to position his erection at her slick opening.
There was no resistance this time as he began to slide into her. Jessy wrapped her legs around his waist and impatiently drew him the rest of the way in. There was no hesitation on Legolas' part and he withdrew partially only to thrust deep inside once again, he fairly burned with need.
Their lovemaking became the balm that soothed the pain of their separation, healed the wounds left by sharp words and deeds. Souls retouched and the bonds of love were renewed. There was a sense of urgency as Legolas realized that time was against him, that in the blink of an eye Jessy would be no more and he would be alone.
~*~*~*~
Aragorn and Gimli sat in the foyer outside the tower door, a pitcher of ale on the table between them. They heard Jessy's cry followed minutes later by Legolas'.
"Well, I do not think we have to worry about them killing each other." Aragorn said quietly.
"Then you will be releasing them?" Gimli asked.
Aragorn lifted his cup of ale and took a healthy swallow while he considered Gimli's question. "Nay. I think I shall leave them in there for a while. They need some uninterrupted time together."
"If you think that is best." Gimli's tone said plainly that he did not agree.
Aragorn chuckled. "It will be time for lunch soon and I am satisfied that we will not need to intervene on Jessy's behalf. I am positive strangling her is the last thing on Legolas' mind."
They finished the last of their ale and then left the tower.
~*~*~*~
"Do you want something to eat?" Legolas asked some time later as he pawed through the various supplies left by Aragorn. When he did not receive an answer, he looked over at Jessy.
She sat cross-legged on the bed watching him, a sad smile on her face. "This will never work, Legolas."
Legolas quickly crossed to the bed and sat beside her. "What are you talking about? I thought this was all behind us now."
Jessy looked at Legolas, her eyes shimmered with unshed tears. "You are ignoring reality. I'm mortal. I'm gonna die. How long do we really have? Bella will still be a child when I'm old and senile."
"Hush!" Legolas kissed Jessy softly on the lips. "Now is not the time to worry about the future."
"Don't be stupid, Legolas." Jessy sat quietly a moment as if pondering a weighty decision. "I want you to take Bella and go."
Legolas' eyes hardened. "No."
"It will be better this way. Bella is young enough that she will forget me -"
"NO!" Legolas' roar cut Jessy off. He grabbed her arms tightly with his hands. "Listen to me, Jessy. You will speak no more of this. You and Bella will return with me to Eryn Lasgalen. We will be a family."
Jessy noted the wild look in Legolas' eyes and wisely held her tongue. He had changed from the mild-mannered Elf she had met so long ago. That Elf was still there but there was a darker side to his personality that seemed to manifest when he felt his idea of a family was threatened.
Legolas released Jessy. He caressed the side of her face. "I am sorry. Let us not spend what time we have arguing about what can not be changed."
Jessy nodded. As always she would have to take matters into her own hands.
He smiled. "So are you hungry?"
"Sure" Jessy returned his smile but it did not quite reach her eyes.
Legolas returned to the supplies and began to dig out the makings of a meal.
Jessy's thoughts wandered. Yesterday, she would have never thought to leave Bella with Legolas, much less beg him to take her away. The situation had changed. She realized how much she did truly love him. Her time spent among the Hobbits had helped her forget just how limited her lifespan was. But she had returned to the Elves and knew that her time here was but a blink in their eyes. As much as it tore at her soul, it was better for all concerned if she left.
~*~*~*~
Gandalf sped down the road towards Minas Tirith. He hoped that he was not too late. It had taken a great deal of persuasion to convince Celeborn not to march his army towards Gondor. He had spent more time in Lórien then he originally planned.
He passed the Elven encampments of Thranduil's army. There seemed to be much feasting and merry-making in them and Gandalf assumed that Aragorn had been able to defuse the Elf King's anger.
Even as he spurred Shadowfax onward towards the city, he had a feeling that time was no longer on his side.
Aragorn was surprised some time later when a page escorted a rather flustered looking Gandalf into his study.
"Tell me Aragorn, is she still here." The Istari said without preamble.
"Is who here?" Aragorn asked somewhat confused.
"Jessy. Is she still here?"
Aragorn smiled. "Aye. I was just going to let her and Legolas out of the tower."
Gandalf sighed with relief. "Then I am not to late."
"Gandalf, what is wrong?" Aragorn was suddenly concerned.
"Nothing. Forget I spoke of it." Gandalf smiled. "So tell me, how is Thranduil enjoying your fair city?"
Aragorn knew that Gandalf would reveal his purpose when he was ready. Curiosity tore at him but he held his tongue and brought the Istari up to date on his various guests.
~*~*~*~
Jessy sat in the garden watching Bella and Legolas play with a ball. Haldir, Rúmil, and the other Lórien Elves stood nearby at a discreet distance. It had been three days since Aragorn had released them from their tower prison. Jessy knew she should leave but she still couldn't bring herself to go.
"Your thoughts are clearly written on your face."
Jessy looked up to see Gandalf stand next to her. "And what thoughts are those, Gandalf?"
He dropped smoothly onto the grass. "Do not seek to play me for a fool, Child."
"Then you know that I am right." Jessy's gaze returned to the two beings she loved most in this world.
Gandalf shrugged. "Perhaps there is another way."
She looked sharply at the wizard. "What other way?"
Gandalf passed her a small vial filled with a blue liquid.
"What's this?"
"Another way," Gandalf said cryptically.
Jessy eyed the flask before attempting to pass it back to Gandalf. "Offer it to Aragorn. He would be of better use to this world."
Gandalf refused to accept the vial. "I cannot. For his path lies with the race of Man."
Jessy considered the vial for a moment longer then tucked it into the pocket of her tunic.
"Heed my words, Child, there is nothing that is free within this world. There is always a price to pay. Be sure you are willing to pay it."
Jessy nodded before rising and crossing to where Bella and Legolas were standing.
"Are you well?" Legolas asked noting her pallor.
Jessy smiled. "Just a bit of a headache. I think I will go lie down for a while."
Legolas regarded her for a moment before nodding.
Gandalf watched the young mortal leave the garden. He silently prayed that he had done the right thing, not that he had a choice. He answered to higher powers and their will must always be done.
~*~*~*~
Jessy sat on her bed holding the vial Gandalf had given her. Her heart raced as she considered the implications of his words. What price would she have to pay? Was it worth it to be with her family?
"Yes." Jessy was surprised she had spoken the words out loud.
She uncapped the vial and swiftly drank its contents before she could change her mind. The potion was bitter as it slid over her tongue and she grimaced. She swallowed quickly and lay back on the bed. The vial lay clutched in her hand, forgotten.
A cold so deep that it burned seized her stomach. Jessy moaned in pain. A paralysis spread throughout her body. Unable to move or speak, she lay helpless upon the bed.
Her eyes slid closed of their own volition. Images flashed through her mind and she realized with morbid fascination that it was her life. She saw herself as a child held in her mother's arms. The images gained speed until she watched herself drink the contents of the vial.
The burning had long stopped but the coldness remained. She felt as if she were encased in ice. Then everything faded. Her final thoughts were that death was too high a price to pay.
Then there was nothing.
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