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Adult ++
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There is no one to save you from yourself
Title; Feel so different (12/15 or 16)
Author; Az (ElladanadoresElrohir@gmx.net)
Parings; Legolas/Elrohir Glorfindel/Elladan (Rumil/Celendir Haldir/Erestor implied)
Warnings; MPREG, AU, Angst if you’re squeaky.
Rating; R
Summary; after Legolas’ child is born, he finds that there are still loose ends that needs to be fixed.
Disclaimer; don’t own them, don't sue me
Authors note; this is the sequel to Underneath it all, I want to thank all of you who gave me such sweet fb when I really, really needed it. And I want FB as always (I live for it you know :P ) – hmmm I forgot that I cannot remember where it is I got Celendir from, but I know it had something to do with Miriel :*smiles*
- Please visit my homepage http://www.nad-no-ennas.net
This is betaed by Lisbet Karlsdottir – thanks sweetie.
-Az
Addtional A/N; I know I wrote there would be 14 chapters, but as it turned out the chapters got too long, so I had to break them up into smaller ones, so I know there will be 15 perhaps 16 chapters
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You're too important for anyone
You play the role of all you long to be
But I, I know who you really are
You're the one who cries when you're alone
But where will you go
With no one left to save you from yourself
You can't escape
You can't escape
You think that I can't see right through your eyes
Scared to death to face reality
No one seems to hear your hidden cries
You're left to face yourself alone
I realize you're afraid
But you can't abandon everyone
You can't escape
You don't want to escape
Evanescence – Where will you go?
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Chapter 12 – There is no one to save you from yourself.
Rumil had been heartbroken that he had overslept and missed his brothers' departure, but Elrond had explained the circumstances to him, and logically he could understand why they had been in a hurry. He had gone home to his lover again, and moped around for the remainder of the day, until he had fallen asleep on the bed, still wearing all his clothes.
And now he woke to the chirping of birds outside. He blinked and looked at the sun outside. It was high, which could only mean it was midday or even later. He turned and looked fondly at Celendir who slept beside him. The poor elf looked exhausted. Rumil smiled to himself. He was the kindest and most handsome elf he had ever seen. He kissed Celendir’s hand as it rested on the pillow, and the dark-haired elf wrinkled his nose in unconscious irritation at being touched while sleeping.
Rumil began to gently caress his lover’s hand, and smiled once more. This elf was the wisest, prettiest and most perfect being, and if he had the privilege to wake beside this wonderful creature every morning, then he was the luckiest soul on Arda.
Celendir stirred and his eyes slowly fluttered open, only to look into Rumil’s honey-coloured eyes. “Good morning my sweet,” Rumil whispered.
“Morning,” Celendir repeated and smiled. “Feeling better?”
“Yes, I am,” Rumil answered truthfully. He had been so sad thinking of what he had lost, and how much he missed his brothers, that he had not even noticed Celendir’s gentlre, re, had not seen what he had just gained.
“I think you should go to Elrond today and ask if you can get a letter to Lorien with the next messenger going there,” the smith whispered and smiled, letting his thumb gently run over Rumil’s cheek.
“Yes, I should,” Rumil whispered back, “but not yet.”
“No?” Celendir said with obvious confusion.
“No, first I want to stay in bed here with you for a little while longer,” he said with a wolfish grin.
“Sounds like a plan,” Celendir chuckled and pulled Rumil closer.
Rumil chuckled and kissed his lover gently. “I love you,” he whispered, amazed at this confession himself.
Celendir blushed ever so slightly. “I love you too,” he answered and kissed his lover back with more urgency than the previous kiss.
The galadhrim rolled on top of the smith, and when they broke the kiss he smiled mischievously, and sat up, straddling the elf below. He pulled off his tunic in a quick movement and relishee toe touches his lover bestowed on his chest, the smith's hands moving down to open his leggings. He shifted his weight so he could pull them off, and lay down on top of the sheets covering his lover.
Celendir kissed Rumil and wrapped his arms around the slender frame. “What did I ever do before I met you?” he whispered.
“Wanked?” Rumil answered sweetly and laughed softly.
“You... you,” Celendir gasped adoringly and began to tickle Rumil, until their position was suddenly reversed and Celendir was on top of Rumil. “Now what are you going to do?”
“Yield,” Rumil whispered and smiled.
“Good,” Celendir chuckled and removed the offending pieces of clothing between them, before he began to kiss his lover's soft skin, while reaching down to prepare his lover for this intrusion that would soon follow. He needed this, needed to feel himself inside his lover soon. He was so aroused it felt like his abdomen was a ball of fire, for he had done nothing that night but to dream of his lover, dreams of rope and needy whimpers. One day he would teach his lover these secret desires, but not yet, now he just needed to map the galadhrim’s body and strengthen their bond, then perhaps someday they could find such pleasure as presented itself in his dreams.
Rumil spread his legs and surrendered to the feeling of Celendir’s fingers inside him. He needed this release, needed this moment of love to chase away his sadness, and his loss.
“Turn over” Celendir whispered, and Rumil did. He turned onto his stomach, feeling Celendir’s fingers retreat, only to be replaced by something far bigger. He pushed against his lover, and got what he wanted, as Celendir sheathed himself in one smooth move. The smith regretted that his need for this was so urgent. He had wanted to kiss each part of his lover, and run his fingertips over every inch of skin. But they both needed this, he could feel it, and he could hear it in Rumil’s pleading little whimpers, urging him to move more quickly.
They both set an impossible pace for their lovemaking, it seemed as if they were two animals in heat, racing for release in order to secure the species. But their sounds were softer, and more needy than any animal could ever be. Following each other in climax, they suddenly stopped and slumped down sweaty and spent in the sheets.
“I love you,” Rumil repeated with a dazed grin.
“I didn’t hurt you, did I?” Celendir said and looked worried.
“No, my love,” Rumil said with a smile. “Although I think I might sit funny at the dinner table.”
“Then sit on my lap,” Celendir whispered, giggling.
“In your dreams,” Rumil replied and kissed his newfound love and happiness.
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In the distance Haldir finally saw the Golden Woods, and his heart sang of joy. They were home. “Look, Orophin,” he said happily. “Lorien.”
“I see it, brother,” Orophin answered and smiled happily. “I am glad to be home.”
“I will be glad once I get off this horse,” Haldir answered and looked down at Amcar who cooed happily and tugged at Haldir’s mantle. The elfling had quickly gotten used to living on the road, and he did not seem to miss his mother too much. Haldir smiled. All he ever needed or wanted was in this little tiny elf. And he had never thought it would be possible to love this much. He had thought he had loved before, but not like this – not this all-consuming love he felt for Amcar. “You will become the most enthralling elf ever, little one,” he chuckled. “I will have to have aid from your uncles to fight off suitors.”
Orophin laughed. “I promise to have some extra sharp arrows, come that time!”
“Come that time,” Haldir repeated and smiled at his brother.
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As Legolas and Elrohir were riding over the large marsh, the half-elf noticed his lover looking sadder by the hour. “Legolas, my love?” he asked softly, and when the blond didn’t reply he tried again. “Legolas? What is wrong?” he said a bit louder and gently touched his husband's shoulder. Legolas looked up at Elrohir, but didn’t utter a word. And so the dark-haired elf continued in the same soothing tone. “Is it Amcar?”
Legolas shook his head. “No, I am fairly sure he will be safe with Haldir,” and a faint smile ghosted over Legolas fair face. “’Tis but an older wound.”
“I am sorry,” Elrohir said, and thought to himself, when Legolas was ready to share, he would.
“I am frightened of what my father will do upon seeing me once more,” the blond said. “We did not part on the best of terms.”
“I am sorry,” Elrohir said again, feeling completely stupid, but he knew not what else to say. He could not share his husband's pain.
“I can’t help but wonder if I shall return alive at all, and I wish to see Amcar again- Oh Elrohir, why did I ever want to do this?” Legolas said with a desperate tone to his voice.
“We can just turn around and ride to Lorien instead; it is not too late,” Elrohir said softly and caressed Legolas' cheek.
“No, I need to do this.” Legolas smiled faintly once more. “And I can only do it because you are right here with me.”
Elrohir resisted the urge to wrap his arms around his lover, and pull them both from the horse. “I am glad you wanted me here, my love,” he finally whispered and reached for Legolas' hand. His husband took it, and so hand in hand they rode on towards Mirkwood, not saying a word, but each lost in his own thoughts.
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Elladan was riding the same route he was sure Glorfindel had taken. He urged his horse on as fast as it would take him, wishing and praying that he would see the large elf every time he turned a corner. But as day turned to dusk, he had still not seen his beloved on the horizon. He cursed Asfaloth for being able to ride so fast. And hoped his frustrated thoughts would reach the horse, or better yet his beloved.
He did not see the dark silhouettes hiding in the trees. His mind was focused on Glorfindel. And so when the first blow ripped him from his horse, he was absolutely confused. When the kicks and blows came too fast, he had no time to go for his weapons, and he just curled up trying to protect the more vulnerable parts of his body.The The mysterious assault stopped suddenly. He slowly looked up, and received a stinging pain to his cheek, as a knife cut his skin. He was frightened, but furious. What was this? Why was this happening to him? Who were these people? He blinked and looked up at the highway robber, who had wrapped a cloth around all but his eyes. “Gold,” the man said with a rough voice, and when Elladan didn’t answer right away, the man rewarded him with another kick to his kidneys. Elladan yelped in pain, but shook his head to signal he had no gold.
The leader of the robbers did not seem to believe him, and repeated his question, but this time more harshly. “Gold!”
Elladan wet his lips and said, “I have none,” as his hand wandered down to his waist, to grab his daggers, but they were gone. The robbers were no fools apparently, and took no chances.
The leader of the robbers squinted his eyes and in aggravation lashed out and cut Elladan once more time on his arm, and seemed to give up then, realising that the elf had nothing of value besides his weapons. They took his weapons with them as they silently disappeared into the shadows once more, leaving Elladan lying on the ground.
After a while he slowly sat up again and wiped blood from his cheek, and grasped his shoulder as he felt a constant throb there. He whistled for his horse, which had run away from the commotion, and within minutes he heard its hooves thunder in his diron. on.
Once the horse arrived he slowly got up and mounted it again. “We must hurry, my friend,” he whispered and felt his own childish tears threaten to fall as he realised just what a setback this had been. He clung to the horse and urged it back into its previous speed once more.
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tbc.
Author; Az (ElladanadoresElrohir@gmx.net)
Parings; Legolas/Elrohir Glorfindel/Elladan (Rumil/Celendir Haldir/Erestor implied)
Warnings; MPREG, AU, Angst if you’re squeaky.
Rating; R
Summary; after Legolas’ child is born, he finds that there are still loose ends that needs to be fixed.
Disclaimer; don’t own them, don't sue me
Authors note; this is the sequel to Underneath it all, I want to thank all of you who gave me such sweet fb when I really, really needed it. And I want FB as always (I live for it you know :P ) – hmmm I forgot that I cannot remember where it is I got Celendir from, but I know it had something to do with Miriel :*smiles*
- Please visit my homepage http://www.nad-no-ennas.net
This is betaed by Lisbet Karlsdottir – thanks sweetie.
-Az
Addtional A/N; I know I wrote there would be 14 chapters, but as it turned out the chapters got too long, so I had to break them up into smaller ones, so I know there will be 15 perhaps 16 chapters
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You're too important for anyone
You play the role of all you long to be
But I, I know who you really are
You're the one who cries when you're alone
But where will you go
With no one left to save you from yourself
You can't escape
You can't escape
You think that I can't see right through your eyes
Scared to death to face reality
No one seems to hear your hidden cries
You're left to face yourself alone
I realize you're afraid
But you can't abandon everyone
You can't escape
You don't want to escape
Evanescence – Where will you go?
************************************************’
Chapter 12 – There is no one to save you from yourself.
Rumil had been heartbroken that he had overslept and missed his brothers' departure, but Elrond had explained the circumstances to him, and logically he could understand why they had been in a hurry. He had gone home to his lover again, and moped around for the remainder of the day, until he had fallen asleep on the bed, still wearing all his clothes.
And now he woke to the chirping of birds outside. He blinked and looked at the sun outside. It was high, which could only mean it was midday or even later. He turned and looked fondly at Celendir who slept beside him. The poor elf looked exhausted. Rumil smiled to himself. He was the kindest and most handsome elf he had ever seen. He kissed Celendir’s hand as it rested on the pillow, and the dark-haired elf wrinkled his nose in unconscious irritation at being touched while sleeping.
Rumil began to gently caress his lover’s hand, and smiled once more. This elf was the wisest, prettiest and most perfect being, and if he had the privilege to wake beside this wonderful creature every morning, then he was the luckiest soul on Arda.
Celendir stirred and his eyes slowly fluttered open, only to look into Rumil’s honey-coloured eyes. “Good morning my sweet,” Rumil whispered.
“Morning,” Celendir repeated and smiled. “Feeling better?”
“Yes, I am,” Rumil answered truthfully. He had been so sad thinking of what he had lost, and how much he missed his brothers, that he had not even noticed Celendir’s gentlre, re, had not seen what he had just gained.
“I think you should go to Elrond today and ask if you can get a letter to Lorien with the next messenger going there,” the smith whispered and smiled, letting his thumb gently run over Rumil’s cheek.
“Yes, I should,” Rumil whispered back, “but not yet.”
“No?” Celendir said with obvious confusion.
“No, first I want to stay in bed here with you for a little while longer,” he said with a wolfish grin.
“Sounds like a plan,” Celendir chuckled and pulled Rumil closer.
Rumil chuckled and kissed his lover gently. “I love you,” he whispered, amazed at this confession himself.
Celendir blushed ever so slightly. “I love you too,” he answered and kissed his lover back with more urgency than the previous kiss.
The galadhrim rolled on top of the smith, and when they broke the kiss he smiled mischievously, and sat up, straddling the elf below. He pulled off his tunic in a quick movement and relishee toe touches his lover bestowed on his chest, the smith's hands moving down to open his leggings. He shifted his weight so he could pull them off, and lay down on top of the sheets covering his lover.
Celendir kissed Rumil and wrapped his arms around the slender frame. “What did I ever do before I met you?” he whispered.
“Wanked?” Rumil answered sweetly and laughed softly.
“You... you,” Celendir gasped adoringly and began to tickle Rumil, until their position was suddenly reversed and Celendir was on top of Rumil. “Now what are you going to do?”
“Yield,” Rumil whispered and smiled.
“Good,” Celendir chuckled and removed the offending pieces of clothing between them, before he began to kiss his lover's soft skin, while reaching down to prepare his lover for this intrusion that would soon follow. He needed this, needed to feel himself inside his lover soon. He was so aroused it felt like his abdomen was a ball of fire, for he had done nothing that night but to dream of his lover, dreams of rope and needy whimpers. One day he would teach his lover these secret desires, but not yet, now he just needed to map the galadhrim’s body and strengthen their bond, then perhaps someday they could find such pleasure as presented itself in his dreams.
Rumil spread his legs and surrendered to the feeling of Celendir’s fingers inside him. He needed this release, needed this moment of love to chase away his sadness, and his loss.
“Turn over” Celendir whispered, and Rumil did. He turned onto his stomach, feeling Celendir’s fingers retreat, only to be replaced by something far bigger. He pushed against his lover, and got what he wanted, as Celendir sheathed himself in one smooth move. The smith regretted that his need for this was so urgent. He had wanted to kiss each part of his lover, and run his fingertips over every inch of skin. But they both needed this, he could feel it, and he could hear it in Rumil’s pleading little whimpers, urging him to move more quickly.
They both set an impossible pace for their lovemaking, it seemed as if they were two animals in heat, racing for release in order to secure the species. But their sounds were softer, and more needy than any animal could ever be. Following each other in climax, they suddenly stopped and slumped down sweaty and spent in the sheets.
“I love you,” Rumil repeated with a dazed grin.
“I didn’t hurt you, did I?” Celendir said and looked worried.
“No, my love,” Rumil said with a smile. “Although I think I might sit funny at the dinner table.”
“Then sit on my lap,” Celendir whispered, giggling.
“In your dreams,” Rumil replied and kissed his newfound love and happiness.
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In the distance Haldir finally saw the Golden Woods, and his heart sang of joy. They were home. “Look, Orophin,” he said happily. “Lorien.”
“I see it, brother,” Orophin answered and smiled happily. “I am glad to be home.”
“I will be glad once I get off this horse,” Haldir answered and looked down at Amcar who cooed happily and tugged at Haldir’s mantle. The elfling had quickly gotten used to living on the road, and he did not seem to miss his mother too much. Haldir smiled. All he ever needed or wanted was in this little tiny elf. And he had never thought it would be possible to love this much. He had thought he had loved before, but not like this – not this all-consuming love he felt for Amcar. “You will become the most enthralling elf ever, little one,” he chuckled. “I will have to have aid from your uncles to fight off suitors.”
Orophin laughed. “I promise to have some extra sharp arrows, come that time!”
“Come that time,” Haldir repeated and smiled at his brother.
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As Legolas and Elrohir were riding over the large marsh, the half-elf noticed his lover looking sadder by the hour. “Legolas, my love?” he asked softly, and when the blond didn’t reply he tried again. “Legolas? What is wrong?” he said a bit louder and gently touched his husband's shoulder. Legolas looked up at Elrohir, but didn’t utter a word. And so the dark-haired elf continued in the same soothing tone. “Is it Amcar?”
Legolas shook his head. “No, I am fairly sure he will be safe with Haldir,” and a faint smile ghosted over Legolas fair face. “’Tis but an older wound.”
“I am sorry,” Elrohir said, and thought to himself, when Legolas was ready to share, he would.
“I am frightened of what my father will do upon seeing me once more,” the blond said. “We did not part on the best of terms.”
“I am sorry,” Elrohir said again, feeling completely stupid, but he knew not what else to say. He could not share his husband's pain.
“I can’t help but wonder if I shall return alive at all, and I wish to see Amcar again- Oh Elrohir, why did I ever want to do this?” Legolas said with a desperate tone to his voice.
“We can just turn around and ride to Lorien instead; it is not too late,” Elrohir said softly and caressed Legolas' cheek.
“No, I need to do this.” Legolas smiled faintly once more. “And I can only do it because you are right here with me.”
Elrohir resisted the urge to wrap his arms around his lover, and pull them both from the horse. “I am glad you wanted me here, my love,” he finally whispered and reached for Legolas' hand. His husband took it, and so hand in hand they rode on towards Mirkwood, not saying a word, but each lost in his own thoughts.
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Elladan was riding the same route he was sure Glorfindel had taken. He urged his horse on as fast as it would take him, wishing and praying that he would see the large elf every time he turned a corner. But as day turned to dusk, he had still not seen his beloved on the horizon. He cursed Asfaloth for being able to ride so fast. And hoped his frustrated thoughts would reach the horse, or better yet his beloved.
He did not see the dark silhouettes hiding in the trees. His mind was focused on Glorfindel. And so when the first blow ripped him from his horse, he was absolutely confused. When the kicks and blows came too fast, he had no time to go for his weapons, and he just curled up trying to protect the more vulnerable parts of his body.The The mysterious assault stopped suddenly. He slowly looked up, and received a stinging pain to his cheek, as a knife cut his skin. He was frightened, but furious. What was this? Why was this happening to him? Who were these people? He blinked and looked up at the highway robber, who had wrapped a cloth around all but his eyes. “Gold,” the man said with a rough voice, and when Elladan didn’t answer right away, the man rewarded him with another kick to his kidneys. Elladan yelped in pain, but shook his head to signal he had no gold.
The leader of the robbers did not seem to believe him, and repeated his question, but this time more harshly. “Gold!”
Elladan wet his lips and said, “I have none,” as his hand wandered down to his waist, to grab his daggers, but they were gone. The robbers were no fools apparently, and took no chances.
The leader of the robbers squinted his eyes and in aggravation lashed out and cut Elladan once more time on his arm, and seemed to give up then, realising that the elf had nothing of value besides his weapons. They took his weapons with them as they silently disappeared into the shadows once more, leaving Elladan lying on the ground.
After a while he slowly sat up again and wiped blood from his cheek, and grasped his shoulder as he felt a constant throb there. He whistled for his horse, which had run away from the commotion, and within minutes he heard its hooves thunder in his diron. on.
Once the horse arrived he slowly got up and mounted it again. “We must hurry, my friend,” he whispered and felt his own childish tears threaten to fall as he realised just what a setback this had been. He clung to the horse and urged it back into its previous speed once more.
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tbc.