Title & Chapter Number The Wayward Wish 13/14
Author(s): - Author's Index
Website: Tortured Scribes
Fandom: Tolkien
RatingNC-17
Disclaimer Thank you J.R.R. for the wonderful playground of Middle Earth. Thank you Peter for the wonderful playground created by your casting department. I don't own any copyrighted material in this fic, I'm just borrowing it and I promise to return it when I'm done. Did I mention I have no money?
Warnings Violence
Betas Jay Foppins III and Constance Ambrose
Cast Characters for Lord of the Rings, Original Female Character
Timeline Lord of the Rings AU
Spoilers The Return of the King
Summary The realities of being a modern woman zapped back in time to Middle Earth - minus the fluff.
Notes Elvish is Sindarin; If it looks like Tolkien and it sounds like Tolkien, it probably is. He wrote it first, he wrote it best, I'm just repeating it for storytelling purposes and make no claim that I came up with it. Everyone else has done the Modern Female in M.E., so now it's my turn. Hopefully, I've done it with a bit of style and believability.
Chapter Thirteen: United Only To Part
Jessy paced the small tower room, her evening meal untouched on the table. She now could say with confidence that she knew every nock and cranny of the room. There were two doors on either side of the fireplace that she had not noticed when she first arrived. She was quick to discover that one led to a rather large walk-in closet, she supposed it also doubled as a changing room. It was empty not even yielding an old hanger that she could have used as a weapon.
The second door led to a crude bathroom. It was a very small room dominated by a solid stone bench. The bench boasted a hole covered by a wooden seat. The hole smelled strongly of some kind of chemical that served to cover the fainter yet more obnoxious odors emanating from it. For one brief moment she considered seeing if she could shimmy down the hole but quickly threw that idea out the window. She seemed to recall reading something about iron gates being placed at the ends of privy holes to prevent invaders from being able to gain entrance into castles. Then there was the whole issue of smell and she just wasn't going there.
Jessy leaned against the stonewall easing the weight off her injured leg. She stared out the small window, which afforded a view of the river cutting a swath through the green field in the distance. She wondered how long Aragorn intended to keep her locked away. The loss of freedom chafed at her independent nature. She had tried to wish herself back home in a fit of desperation but unfortunately the Powers That Be weren't in the mood to listen to her pathetic groveling.
The sun was just beginning to set when she heard the sound of a key being turned in the lock to the door. She assumed that the guard was letting in one of the servants to collect the tray.
Without bothering to look over, she said, "I haven't finished dinner yet. Come back for the tray later."
"I have not come for the tray, Pen'tithen " the melodic tenor of Legolas' voice cut through the silence.
Jessy whirled around to face him, wincing slightly at the added weight to her leg. "What do you want? Come to gloat?"
Legolas sighed. "Nay. I came to …" He paused for a moment, searching for the right words. "We need to talk. I can not leave on the morrow when our last words to each other were said in anger."
"What do you mean you're leaving tomorrow? Where are you going?"
Legolas moved to close the distance between them.
"Don't even think about trying to change the subject. I've been locked up in here all day and I want to know what is going on." Jessy added when he didn't answer right away.
"To the Black Gates. We are going to keep Sauron distracted in the hopes that Frodo can do what needs to be done." Legolas paused to let this sink in.
"I'm going with you. You need to get Aragorn to let me - "
Legolas cut her off with a finger to her lips. "Nay. You will be staying here. If it is the will of Ilúvatar that we do not return, then you will be taken to the borders of Lórien."
"What are you say? You are acting like this is some kind of suicide mission, like you really don't think any of you are coming back." Jessy silently hoped she had misinterpreted him.
Legolas said nothing. The silence was conformation enough.
"No. There has to be another way. You don't even know where Frodo is or if he is still alive."
"There is no other choice. We cannot stand against the might of Mordor. Gondor will fall. All our hopes rest with Frodo. As long as Sauron's attention is on us then there is still a chance. If for one minute he even realizes that Frodo is anywhere near Mordor then we are all lost."
"Then I want to go. Maybe this is what Galadriel meant when she said my destiny was tied with the Hobbits. I've proven I can fight. Please…" She gave him a beseeching look.
Legolas was unmoved by her plea. Mordor was the last place he wanted to see her. "Hear me now, Pen'tithen, I will not allow you to leave with us. You will stay here."
"You won't allow!" The old argument between them coming to life once again. "How many times do I have to tell you that I can make my own decisions? You have no right to dictate to me what I will or will not do!"
Legolas' normally impassive face took on a pained expression. "Sweet Elbereth, you could try the patience of Manwë. You will listen now to what I am saying and try to understand. You are no longer on your world. As such, the laws and dictates of this one govern you. The minute you left Lórien, you fell under the command of Aragorn. You have only yourself to blame for your current incarceration."
Jessy regarded him silently unable to argue the logic of his words.
Legolas took this as a good sign and continued. "It is not only for your benefit that you are being left behind. For I would be placing myself in danger if you were to travel with us. I can no longer deny that I care for you. If the One Ring had never come to be, then I would happily share my fate with you. But it has and now my fate is one that I would shield you from. I ask you now to please understand, to honor my request that you stay behind. I would know that you are free from harm."
The last was said softly. Jessy's jaw dropped slightly unable to fathom that Legolas' feelings for her went beyond a sense of duty. "What are you saying?" she asked as Celeborn's words her last night in Lórien flashed through her mind.
Legolas closed the remaining distance between them until only inches separated their bodies. He could read the shock and uncertainty on Jessy's face. For one brief moment he considered the consequences of his actions but quickly chased them from his mind. He leaned forward and brushed his lips against hers. A barely audible gasp sounded from Jessy and he pulled back, uncertain.
He searched her face for some sign of acceptance; some hint that she wished their joining. Her face was flushed with embarrassment. For the first time, he bemoaned the fact that she was not of the Firstborn. Had she been then he would have been able to read her eyes.
"But I'm mortal."
Her words were soft and hung between them; threatening to sever the tentative connection Legolas had forged. Had the circumstance been different they might have given him pause but Legolas held no illusions as to his chances of returning from Mordor. It would not be he who mourned her passing but she that would mourn his; nay he would leave her with one memory to hold on to. One bright moment amid a torrent of darkness.
Throwing caution to the wind, he pressed his lips to hers once again. This time with more force and passion as if to brand her as his own. His hand snaked up to the back of her head, his fingers threaded through her short curls. Instinct drove him, for like all others of his race, he was bound by the dictates of his soul. No Elf enters into a physical joining with another lightly; for once the act is consummated they are bound for life. Only one other ever transcended that truth and it had lead to the banishment of the Noldor.
His tongue traced the crease of her lips lightly, begging entrance. Legolas felt a thrill rush through him at her acquiescence. His tongue delved within the inner recesses of her mouth. His heightened senses were bombarded with this new experience. The rough feel of her tongue against his as they dueled compared to the sleek feel of her palate. The taste that was unlike any he had experienced and he knew without a doubt was uniquely her own. His sensitive ears detected the moan forming at the back of her throat before it burst forth in a subtle rush of air and sound.
He could have stayed like this for hours, simply savoring the new sensations caused by the simple joining of their mouths but the need for oxygen was overwhelming and reluctantly he broke the kiss. Jessy's eyes parted slightly but he could still see that her pupils had dilated with newly awakened passion. Her skin was flushed and her lips had taken on a deeper, rosy tint. Her chest rose and fell erratically as she gasped for air, a sharp contrast to the steady racing of her heart.
"I must know, Pen'tithen, are you willing?" The sudden thought that she might reject him burned through his mind. His stomach churned and for the first time in his long life he felt a sorrow deeper than any he had experience before. Just the shadow of possible denial nearly undid him.
He searched her face once again, noting every nuance of expression that flashed upon it - fear, doubt, desire, and then acceptance. His heart soared at her nod of consent.
He pulled her back into his embrace. His lips brushing lightly across hers before seeking the sensitive folds of her ear. His hands moving to explore the soft curves and planes of her body irritated that it was covered by so many layers of cloth. He felt her shift slightly in his arms as her injured leg suddenly refused to carry its share any longer. Cursing softly at his carelessness, he lifted her into his arms and carried her to the bed. Legolas shifted her weight to one arm and reached out with the other to flip back the covers before placing her gently upon the bed.
He wasted no time in divesting himself of his armor and tunics, leaving his leggings on in deference to Jessy's unique sense of modesty. Reading the curiosity on her face, he stepped closer until his thighs touched her knees. A bolt of pure lust lanced through him as she began a tentative exploration of his bare chest with her fingers. The warm pads leaving trails of fire not soothed by the chill air of the room. Reaching down he grabbed her hands and pulled her to her feet.
Working quickly, he pulled her gown over her head and dropped it to the floor. The nightshift quickly followed it. Jessy blushed and moved to cover herself but Legolas would have none of her modesty now. He grabbed her wrists and pulled them to her sides. To him, she was perfection though others may have found her lacking. The room had darkened as the sun had set, leaving the fire in the hearth as the only source of light. Parts of her body were lit by the fire's golden glow while others were cast into shadows. Legolas was unconcerned for he planned to explore every inch of her.
Her breasts were small, no more than a handful. Her nipples budding in the cool air. Legolas was unable to resist the temptation they presented. He released one of Jessy's wrists and reached out to cup her breast, his thumb lightly rubbing its taunt peak until it tightened further.
"Legolas, please."
He was unsure if her plea stemmed from pleasure or embarrassment, perhaps from both. He took pity on her and helped her gently onto the bed. Legolas smiled slightly as Jessy slid to the center and then jerked the sheets up to cover her body. He would never understand the discomfort humans displayed over the purely natural state of undress. He undid the lacings at his waist and slid lithely from the leggings with a seemingly unnatural grace. A sigh escaping his lips as his erection was freed from its painful confines.
An audible gasp sounded from Jessy and Legolas looked over to find her staring, eyes wide with fear. He began to climb onto the bed but was surprised when Jessy's hands shoot out as if to hold him back.
"No. I…I've changed my mind." Her fear was evident on her face if the way in which her voice quaked left any doubt.
Legolas moved slowly onto the bed, murmuring soft reassurances not wanting her to bolt.
"Hush, Pen'tithen. There is nothing to fear. I will not hurt you."
He was relatively sure that her objection was the result of fear of the unknown and not directed at him personally. He joined her beneath the covers careful not to touch her with the evidence of his desire. He was taking the out of sight, out of mind tactic in the hopes it would calm her nerves.
Jessy had lain back onto the bed, the covers clutched tightly to her chest. Legolas continued his reassurances in a mix of Sindarin and Westron as he placed feather kisses upon her face, his hand gently stroking her hair. He made a mental note of the bandage on her left arm, taking care to avoid making contact with it.
He felt her relax beneath his caresses and pressed his suit, capturing her lips in another kiss. When he was sure she was completely engrossed in the kiss, he moved quickly over to her right side. Legolas moved closer pressing his body into her side as his lips left hers to travel down her jaw. His hand trailing up her stomach before settling on a breast.
Legolas found himself lost once again in the new experience of exploring a lover's body. The slightly salty taste of her skin, the soft, warm flesh beneath his fingers, the myriad of moans that slipped from between her lips, the light scent of her arousal combined with her own unique essence, the sight of her flushed skin, a dusky rose in the firelight. It was not unheard of for an Elf to become lost in the contemplation of a single leaf yet somehow Legolas cataloged all the sensations without falling into a kind of sensory madness.
Legolas nuzzled her breast while his hand continued to explore its twin. He marveled at the subtle change in texture as his fingers slid from the smooth breast over the slightly rippled skin of the areola to the taunt nipple. Unable to resist the temptation any longer, he flicked his tongue light across the bud he had been nuzzling seconds before. He was rewarded for his efforts when it tightened eliciting what could only be described as a squeak from Jessy. Her back arching in response to the bolt of pleasure he had sent through her.
Her reaction only served to fuel his own pleasure and he throbbed in response to the writhing of her body. He drew the tight bud between his lips and suckled it gently at first, then with increased pressure. His tongue lightly swirling across the tip in concert with his fingers as they rolled and rubbed its mate. Jessy bucked, her hips lifting from the bed, a deep moan rumbling from her throat.
Legolas drew his hand downward, his fingers mapping the contours of her chest and abdomen. His fingers lightly stroked the curls so different from the soft strands of hair that covered her head. He felt Jessy stiffen at this new sensation and brushed her lips with his. All the while, forcing his fingers to remain still though he longed to explore this newfound territory. He savored the diverse textures as the curls twined between his fingers.
His mouth traced the contours of her neck, nipping and tasting as it went, reveling in dual sensations of taste and touch. He began to move his fingers downward. Deftly, he slipped one between the folds of her flesh. His finger tracing the valley of smooth, moist skin that parted easily beneath his touch.
He used the pad of his thumb to search out the small nub of hardened flesh beneath its protective cowl. Intuition alone guided him rather then experience, like all others of his race the knowledge simply was. His thumb made slowly circles while he continued his exploration of Jessy's neck moving down to trace his tongue along her collarbone.
Her moans became more audible fueling a sense of urgency within him to complete the act he had so expertly initiated but he forced himself to savor the entire experience rather then waste it on a sudden need for fulfillment. He could feel the subtle tremors that course through her body as she began to squirm in a desperate attempt to quench the firestorm of sensations he was causing.
Sensing that the time had come, he slipped his finger past the small opening into the warm, sleek channel beyond. She cried out at the invasion and he felt the tight passage constrict even more. He whispered encouragements, telling her to relax as he pushed deeper. Her breathing was labored and he could see that she was torn between pleasure and pain. Taking care, he gently inserted a second finger, stretching her further. His thumb continued to circle slowly.
He could feel her beginning to contract and abruptly removed his fingers to keep her on the brink of release distracting her from any fears she still harbored. He licked his fingers unable to contain his curiosity. Satisfied he dropped his hand to the bed and then shifted his weight, covering her body with his own. The heat from her body burned into his, sending waves of pleasure through his sensitive nerve endings, causing his erection to throb painfully.
A flicker of fear crossed her face before she relented and parted her legs, allowing him to settle between them. Reaching down he positioned himself at her entrance, pushing gently at the delicate skin barring his way. Legolas gripped her hip and entered in one swift thrust, thinking it would cause her less discomfort. Her cry of pain tore at his sensitive hearing and her tears sent waves of agony through his heart.
She made a desperate attempt to dislodge him but Legolas could not have withdrawn even if Manwë appeared and demanded that he do so. Beads of sweat dotted his forehead as the feeling of warm, soft flesh encasing him almost proved to be his undoing. No previous experience in his life could compare to the sensations that now coursed through him. He remained still more in an effort to avoid sensory overload than any thought of allowing Jessy to become accustom to their joining. He started a steady stream of endearments in an attempt to calm Jessy who was currently digging her nails into his back. He was completely oblivious to the fact that he was speaking in Sindarin.
Finally, nature would no longer be denied and he began to move hesitantly at first but he soon found a comfortable rhythm. The pain in his back subsided and he felt Jessy's hands wind themselves in his hair. His thrusts became quicker as the delicious friction pushed him closer and closer to some unknown conclusion. His skin was slick with sweat but did little to stave off the fire raging through him. Jessy's groans of pleasure exciting him even further as they became more frequent. Then he felt a rush of warmth followed by intense tremors as Jessy was pushed over the edge. Her scream rent the air but he was only vaguely aware of it. The rippling contractions caused a new wave of pleasure to rip through his sensory ravaged body.
His yell of release followed hers and then he was floating. The long buried emotions boiled forth as he bonded with Jessy. His soul was now intertwined with hers and only death could sever the link. He could no longer deny that more than a sense of duty bound him to her.
His mind replayed the moments they had spent in each other's company as he drifted into reverie unable to resist its call any longer.
On the other side of the door, the guard to Jessy's room stood smirking. Everything that he had heard about Elves implied that they were an aloof, dispassionate race. Given the various moans and yells that emanated from behind the door, he had been seriously misinformed.
Unfortunately, most of the servants would know by this time tomorrow that the Elf had tumbled her. Not ten minutes before, a kitchen girl had come to retrieve the lady's dinner tray. He had chased her off but not before she got a good earful and the look on her face left little doubt that she knew exactly what was happening behind the closed door. She was probably in the kitchen at this very moment recounting every detail.
He sighed, not that it was any of his business but he felt sorry for her. He knew that the Elf would be leaving for Mordor in the morning and didn't blame him for wanting one last moment of pleasure before he left. But, the fact remained that she had lain with him without the benefit of marriage and being that she was a Lady, the gossipmongers would be kept busy at her expense. Poor chit, by this time next week she would be social pariah among the other ladies of the city.
It was the sound of weeping that pulled Legolas from reverie. He found that he had collapsed on top of Jessy. Remembering her injuries he quickly rolled to her side. Sitting up, he inspected the bandages that covered the wounds to her arm and leg. Noting with satisfaction that they appeared clean, he settled himself back on the bed.
"Are you in pain, Pen'tithen?" His voice laced with concern.
Jessy's head turned sharply, her eyes boring into his. "Despite the fact that you have ripped me in two, I'm just peachy."
With a feeling of increasing dread, Legolas wondered if she was suddenly regretting her decision to join with him. Unsure of the meaning of the word `peachy' Legolas could only be drawn to the obvious conclusion that something was terribly wrong. They had just engaged in a life-altering act that should have overcome any physical discomfort she was feeling. Thinking that she was being literal in her concerns regarding their joining, Legolas sought to reassure her.
"I assure you that I have not torn you asunder as that would be physically impossible for me to accomplish. I think perhaps you are over exaggerating the minor discomfort you felt at our joining.
A resounding crack broke the silence that followed as Jessy smacked Legolas across the cheek. Obviously, he had seriously misjudged his words. He quickly caught the second blow before it landed.
"Cease! I seek only to assure you that you are not seriously injured." He softened his tone at the look of hurt written upon her face. "Pen'tithen, I know not the words to say that would sooth you. I only know that I love you and would never seek to harm you intentionally." He paused before asking the question that was now festering in the back of his mind. "Do you know regret your decision?"
Jessy looked up at Legolas, for the first time she was able to read his emotions. They were written clearly upon his face. She quickly wiped her tears and sought to reassure him. "I have no regrets. It hurt a lot more than I expected and you weren't exactly being considerate of that fact."
Legolas gently kissed her forehead. "For that I am sorry. Though I have no excuse for my actions other than I was overwhelmed by the physical sensations of our coupling."
"I guess I forgive you." Jessy said sulkily unwilling to continue the argument.
They were silent for many moments and Legolas knew what was praying upon her thoughts. He had no choice but to leave her in the morning. He did not want to leave her with a sense of false hope but desired to reassure her in some way.
"I can make you no promises. But, I would have you know that I would not leave you if I had not given my vow to see that the One Ring is destroyed. My fate has not yet been decided and I may return to you still."
Jessy smiled sadly. He was lying and she knew it. Loath to call him on it and start another fight, she cuddled closer to him.
They fell into silence, each lost in their own thoughts. It was not long before Legolas heard the light rumble of Jessy's snores. He would find no such peace, his thought now centered on the path before him.
Dawn was still an hour away when Legolas carefully slipped from the bed, taking care not to awaken Jessy. She grumbled slightly at the loss of his body heat but continued to slumber peacefully. He dressed quietly. He took a moment to watch Jessy sleep, his heart clutching painfully at the thought of leaving her. Then he placed a light kiss on her forehead before leaving the room.
It was much later in the morning when the sound of someone entering the room awakened Jessy. She opened her eyes to see a servant bring in a tray. The girl set the tray on the table and retrieved the one from the night before, she left the room quickly but not before sending a disapproving glance in Jessy's direction.
Jessy got up, wincing slightly at the ache between her legs, and dressed. She crossed to the window, on the field below, company after company marched away from the city. Her heart was heavy for she knew somewhere among them was Legolas and her other companions. She continued to watch until the last group passed from view.
It was then the realization she was still locked in the tower hit her. She slumped into one of the chairs as a wave of depression washed over her. She wondered how long it would take before boredom led to madness.
The days passed one after another. Her only visitors were servants from the kitchen and Ioreth. Her arm and leg were healing well but she would carry nasty scars for the rest of her life. The healers had not used stitches but instead had seared the flesh closed with a heated piece of metal. She managed to get Ioreth to bring her some sewing since she had never really mastered the art of embroidery.
Finally, after a boring morning of stitching tunics the door opened and Merry entered the room.
"Merry!" Jessy jumped from her chair and rushed forward to hug her friend. "I thought you would have went with the others."
Merry smiled sadly. "Nay. Once again I have been left behind. This time it is Pippin that will represent The Shire."
"Well I won't tell you that I am sad that you are here. Why haven't you visited me sooner?" Jessy suddenly felt put out that a whole week had passed yet Merry was just now coming to see her.
"I am sorry, Jessy. I was forbidden to see you until now. Apparently Aragorn was afraid that we would attempt to follow them. But I have good news! I am staying in a house in the city and you are now free to join me there." Merry paused looking sheepishly at Jessy.
"What?"
"I should warn you. It seems that there is a lot of gossip about you and Legolas." Merry flushed slightly. "You may not find a warm reception among some of the court."
"I figured as much." Jessy sighed. "I've been getting dirty looks from the servants all week. Never mind about that, lets get out of here."
Merry led her down from the tower to the small house that Pippin had shared with Gandalf. Jessy was pleased to see that her clothing, armor, and weapons had been given to Merry for safekeeping. All of the items had been cleaned and repaired. Even more delightful was the fact that bathing facilities were now available to her.
And so the days passed, Jessy and Merry having little more to do than wait. They hoped for the best but secretly feared the worst.
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