Title & Chapter Number: Finding One's Roots 11/38
Author(s): - Author's Index
Website: Heather Lynn's Page
Fandom: Tolkien
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: The characters, settings, places, and languages used in this work are the property of J R R Tolkien, the Tolkien Estate and Tolkien Enterprises. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.
Warnings: SEX!!!
Betas: None
Cast: Legolas/OFC
Timeline: FotR AU
Spoilers: FotR Perhaps
Summary: This story begins in the year 3019 (S.R. 1419). The Ring is destroyed and Sauron has been overthrown. Théoden has been laid to rest. The Hobbits, Aragorn, Gandalf, the Lord and Lady of Lórien and their people, and Master Elrond and his people have departed Isengard. Legolas and Gimli have gone their own way to Fangorn Forest.
Notes: While writing this, I followed the Tolkien's books and the two movies and made up a few things as well. My timeline does not coincide with the books, only to try to keep things short! I hope the translations are correct, if not please email me so I can make any necessary repairs. I hope to add drawings soon, having just moved I will need some time. I hope you enjoy my first fan fic I've ever written, please let me know what you think! This fan fic was also part of the www.haldir-lives.org Fan Fic Challenge.
Maeldir was about to kick Legolas' foot when Legolas sat up. "I heard you stomping this way. What do you want?"
"You're father wishes to see you." He looked over the sleeping form on the ground. The sleeve of her nightgown had slipped off her shoulder, exposing creamy white skin. A sly smile was on Maeldir's face.
"You will turn your eyes away from her now if you are smart," Legolas said, his eyes boring into Maeldir's. Maeldir stepped out of the tent. Legolas pulled the blanket up around her shoulders and brushed the back of his fingers against her cheek.
"Next time you announce yourself before coming into my quarters!" Legolas said, grasping him by this tunic. He let him go with a small shove. "You forget yourself, Maeldir. You are a servant of my father's. Remember your place!"
"And as a servant of Thranduil's, I was told to retrieve you, which is what I did!"
Maeldir led him to his father's tent. "Enter!" Thranduil belted out from within. Legolas stepped inside the tent, his father watching him with cold eyes. Maeldir stood outside, an wicked grin on his face. "You have done nothing but amaze me since you have come back to this realm. First, I find out you brought a dwarf who you call a 'friend' with you, then I find this 'halfling' standing before me. And now, to top it all off, you are sharing your bed with her!"
"Is this why you called me here, to tell me how unhappy you are with me again? Do you not grow tired of telling me all the time, for I grow tired of hearing it!" Legolas sat in the chair across from his father, trying to calm down. He knew arguing with him would get him nowhere. "What is it that you want that could not wait until tomorrow?"
"You hid all night amongst your friends instead of representing your family at my table!"
"I was not hiding. You chose to treat my friends poorly and I was not going to abandon them. They are my guests."
"All right! As I was saying, I would appreciate it if you took more interest in Eryn Lasgalen," Thranduil said. "Celeborn and I were discussing the division of the land. If something were to happen to me, you will become ruler. You need to get more involved in the political issues at hand."
Legolas stared at his father, listening to his ramblings. He never had any desire to rule. His love was exploring Middle-Earth, meeting its peoples and lending a helping hand where needed. He did not want to sit on a throne inside a dimly lit cave set in a hillside.
"Are you listening to me, Legolas?" Thranduil said.
"Yes, father. I am listening. Can we continue this tomorrow? It is late and tomorrow we have traveling to do. You should get some rest." Legolas stood and turned to leave the tent.
"In a hurry to get back to your halfling?" Thranduil remarked.
Legolas shot an icy look at his father. "I have put up with a great deal from you lately, Father! Do not go there!"
"What do you think you could have with her? She is a halfling! You are the Prince of Eryn Lasgalen!"
"Jelena is also half-elven." Legolas responded.
"But she is not pure blood! Do not become attached to her. Keep her for a plaything if you desire."
"Goodnight, Ada!" Legolas stormed out of the tent, almost crashing into Maeldir. Legolas shoved him aside and went back to Jelena's tent. He took a deep breath before entering to clear his head. He went inside and kicked off his boots. He removed his tunic and got under the blanket with Jelena and drew her to him. He needed to feel her against him. He needed his friend.
He couldn't fall asleep for a long time. He lay there, twirling one of her curls around his finger. He ran a finger across a pretty little eyebrow and down her cheek. He listened to her quiet breathing, watching the rise and fall of her chest. The rhythm of her breathing finally lulled him into a light sleep.
~*~*~*~
Legolas woke the next morning to find Jelena sprawled across his bare chest. She moved a little, her hair brushing across his bare skin. It made Legolas shiver. He could feel her breasts pressing into his chest through the thin material of her nightgown. He savored the heat of her body against his. I have to stop thinking like this, he thought, his leggings beginning to feel tight on him. She moved again, bringing her leg up and over his and resting it between his legs. Her hand slid across his bare chest. If she were awake she would have felt his heart pounding. He closed his eyes and tried to think of something else, anything that would help him to relax. But his body continued to betray him.
He carefully slid out from beneath her and went outside. The air was chilly and he could see his breath. There were other elves milling around, setting up food for everyone before everyone moved on to the Elven City. He was thankful for the cold air. It helped to clear his head of thoughts he shouldn't be thinking. "Good morning, Legolas," Haldir said. "Did you sleep well?"
"I wish I could say I did. I had to deal with my father last night."
"I'm sorry to hear that. I didn't get much sleep myself," he said, a shameless grin on his face. Legolas smiled back at him.
"Haldir!" Lirimaer came up behind him and hit him in the arm.
Haldir grasped her and pulled her to him, giving her a kiss. "Good morning, my love. I thought you were still asleep."
Legolas observed the two lovers and wished he could be like that with Jelena. Even though he hated what his father had said the night before, he knew in a way that he was right. He could never have anything with Jelena. Legolas was a wanderer. He couldn't drag her around Middle-Earth with him. She deserved a home and a family. He didn't know if he would be able to give that to her. Especially in Eryn Lasgalen. Would they ever accept her there? Where could they live and not be judged?
Lirimaer noticed the troubled look on Legolas' face. "Legolas, are you all right? Is something bothering you?"
"He had dealings with his father last night," said Haldir. Lirimaer nodded in understanding.
"It is nothing."
"Good morning!" Jelena said as she stepped out of the tent, her arms folded around her to keep her warm. Legolas gave her a smile that warmed her heart. She went to him and wrapped her arms around him. The material of her nightgown was cold and gave Legolas a chill. "Sorry!" Jelena said, holding him tight. She rubbed his skin on his back to warm him.
Legolas could feel her nipples, hardened from the cold air, pressing into his stomach. He sucked in his breath. His body was beginning to betray him again. "You should have a cloak on! You will catch a chill." He walked with her to the tent, with Jelena in front of him, hoping no one would notice the swelling in his leggings. He went inside and grabbed their cloaks, covering himself before leaving the tent. He wrapped the cloak around her shoulders. "We should all get ready to go. I saw them setting up provisions over there," he said, pointing to the other side of the clearing, "if you desire something before we move on."
"I am completely famished!" said Haldir, grinning at his wife. Lirimaer hit him in the arm again. "You are going to bruise me, wife, if you keep doing that!" He picked her up and carried her back to their tent to get ready, Lirimaer kicking and laughing the whole way.
Legolas looked over at Jelena, who was laughing at Haldir and Lirimaer's antics. She had a beautiful laugh that sounded like sweet music to Legolas' ears. "You go in first and get dressed. Are you hungry this morning?"
"I could go for a bite to eat," she said. "I'll be right out!" She went inside and pulled off her nightgown. That was when she noticed the new gown folded neatly in the corner. Jelena carefully picked it up and unfolded it. It was made of a silken material that was a deep moss green color. Jelena pulled it to her and let out a squeal of delight.
The flaps of the tent flipped up and Legolas burst in, his knives in hand. "Are you all right?" Jelena screeched. Legolas' mouth dropped open. He quickly turned his back. "I…I… I am so sor…" Haldir knocked Legolas over as he burst through the flaps of the tent, the two of them falling at Jelena's feet. "What are you doing?" exclaimed a stunned Legolas, with a winded Haldir lying on top of him.
"I heard Jelena scream!" Haldir looked up and saw Jelena, red-faced, clutching a dress to her naked body. "Forgive me!" Haldir said, crawling out of the tent. Legolas followed right behind him. "What is going on?"
"I don't know myself!" exclaimed Legolas. "I heard her make a squeaking noise and thought she was in trouble. I ran in and found her...you know…and was turning to leave when you plowed into me!"
Jelena came storming out of the tent, a livid look on her face. "What is wrong with you two?" she yelled. Legolas tried to explain everything that he just told Haldir. The angry look left her face and was replaced with a grin. "So you both were trying to rescue me? My two heroes!" she gave them both a hug.
"Some heroes!" laughed Lirimaer, who had caught the end of the conversation. "Clumsy elves are more like it!"
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