Dangerously Besotted
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Lord of the Rings Movies › Slash - Male/Male
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Adult ++
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Category:
Lord of the Rings Movies › Slash - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
5
Views:
7,726
Reviews:
20
Recommended:
1
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
I do not own the Lord of the Rings book series and movie series, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
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Legolas didn’t know where he was running and didn’t care. Instinct urged his body forward, refusing to stop, despite the screams of protest from his aching muscles and the desperation that gripped his heart and threatened to shatter his resolve at any moment.
Never had the elf been so afraid. His breath came quick, and ragged. Terror-stricken eyes watered with fear and the sting of cold air, leaving behind silvery tracks down flushed, porcelain cheeks. Branches whipped cruelly all around, snagging and tearing at clothes as he ran by.
Exhaustion, pain, and fear clouded his senses, until there was only one thought that stood clear and bright amongst the bleak backdrop of his peril. It repeated itself over and over through the panicked haze of his mind, and he held onto it as a lifeline.
Run.
The only salvation there was left for him now, the only chance he had to escape this nightmare.
The elf tore blindly through the trees for hours, running as fast as his body would allow, his footsteps falling as soft and silent as drifting snow. Long, able legs carried him farther and farther into the woods, without pause, but still, unfathomably, could not take him a safe distance from danger.
A sharp pain in his left thigh brought the fleeing elf to sudden, unbearable halt.
With a choked cry, Legolas stumbled to the dense, leafy floor. A quick glance to his throbbing leg revealed a brightly feathered dart impaled a good half an inch into his flesh. Like a wounded animal, the elf groaned pitifully.
Grimacing at the sting of the injury, Legolas made to lift himself off the ground, when an unusual, but pleasant feeliuddeuddenly washed over him, numbing the ache in his extremities and washing away all rational thought.
With a soft sigh, the elf let his golden head loll back to rest on the soil. He was tired…so very tired…
The last coherent moments swept by through the drug-addled haze of his mind; thoughts of betrayal, disbelief, fear of what was to come, before everything blurred over.
Suddenly, he felt contented just lying there with half-closed lids, unfeeling; listening to the hammering of the blood in his ears and the twittering of birds overhead. The world above him morphed into a frenzied blur of blues and greens pas paralyzation began to seep through his mind and body.
Vaguely, Legolas could hear distant sounds; indiscernible to his drugged senses. Someone approaching with heavy steps and harsh breathing.
But he paid it no heed. Heavy eyelids began to close over glassy, blue orbs, and everything was blanketed in sweet oblivion.
T.B.C…
Legolas didn’t know where he was running and didn’t care. Instinct urged his body forward, refusing to stop, despite the screams of protest from his aching muscles and the desperation that gripped his heart and threatened to shatter his resolve at any moment.
Never had the elf been so afraid. His breath came quick, and ragged. Terror-stricken eyes watered with fear and the sting of cold air, leaving behind silvery tracks down flushed, porcelain cheeks. Branches whipped cruelly all around, snagging and tearing at clothes as he ran by.
Exhaustion, pain, and fear clouded his senses, until there was only one thought that stood clear and bright amongst the bleak backdrop of his peril. It repeated itself over and over through the panicked haze of his mind, and he held onto it as a lifeline.
Run.
The only salvation there was left for him now, the only chance he had to escape this nightmare.
The elf tore blindly through the trees for hours, running as fast as his body would allow, his footsteps falling as soft and silent as drifting snow. Long, able legs carried him farther and farther into the woods, without pause, but still, unfathomably, could not take him a safe distance from danger.
A sharp pain in his left thigh brought the fleeing elf to sudden, unbearable halt.
With a choked cry, Legolas stumbled to the dense, leafy floor. A quick glance to his throbbing leg revealed a brightly feathered dart impaled a good half an inch into his flesh. Like a wounded animal, the elf groaned pitifully.
Grimacing at the sting of the injury, Legolas made to lift himself off the ground, when an unusual, but pleasant feeliuddeuddenly washed over him, numbing the ache in his extremities and washing away all rational thought.
With a soft sigh, the elf let his golden head loll back to rest on the soil. He was tired…so very tired…
The last coherent moments swept by through the drug-addled haze of his mind; thoughts of betrayal, disbelief, fear of what was to come, before everything blurred over.
Suddenly, he felt contented just lying there with half-closed lids, unfeeling; listening to the hammering of the blood in his ears and the twittering of birds overhead. The world above him morphed into a frenzied blur of blues and greens pas paralyzation began to seep through his mind and body.
Vaguely, Legolas could hear distant sounds; indiscernible to his drugged senses. Someone approaching with heavy steps and harsh breathing.
But he paid it no heed. Heavy eyelids began to close over glassy, blue orbs, and everything was blanketed in sweet oblivion.
T.B.C…