Filling Santa's shELVES

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Filling Santa's ShELVES - A Twisted Christmas Story


Chapter 12


Morning brought Elur with yet another breakfast tray. This time she smiled gratefully at Rumil, who understood that he had received her favor by his treatment of Ayaz. He blushed, wondering how much detail had been discussed between the Ellith last night.

"How do you and the others fare, this morning, Elur?" Haldir asked, taking the tray from her.

"All are fine, Haldir. Geshi is nervous, though. I hope the last of you will be as kind as the previous three have proved themselves to be."

"Legolas is a Prince in our world, Elur. He understands well the situation, and will not harm her or treat her badly," Haldir assured the Elleth, casting a glance at the platinum haired Elf who sat on a bed looking a bit disconcerted.

Elur smiled at Legolas, and then at each of the other Elves in turn, before leaving the room and locking the door behind her. It had been agreed that on the final night, when the Elves had all the weapons they needed, she would not lock the door after leaving their dinner tray. They would have to take the chance that the guards would not check to see if she had locked it.

"What is the status of the weapons, Haldir? How many more do we need? Perhaps tonight will not be necessary…" Legolas whispered, stepping forward to examine the weapons that had been secreted to the bottom of the serving tray.

"We each have two knives and a dozen arrows, but we have no bows, Legolas. Without them, the arrows are useless, and we cannot risk an attack with only knives."

Sighing, Legolas simply nodded his head, his face hardening with determination. He had sorely hoped to spare the last Elleth the indignity of being forced to submit to him, but now it seemed unlikely that the seduction would not be necessary.

"When we attack," Haldir said, trying to take Legolas' mind off the duty he would need to perform that night, "we must be stealthy and swift. We must not forget that the guards have…er…what did Elur call them, Rumil?"

"Riffles…raffles…no…rifles! That was it…they have rifles."

"Rifles. We must strike hard, fast, and silently - I do not wish to see any of the Elflings or Ellith hurt," Haldir said grimly.

"I doubt that any of these Men have fought Elves before," Orophin put in, for a moment showing the haughtiness that was usually reserved for use by his brother, the March Warden. "They will not expect it, either. Surprise is our most deadly weapon."

"Aye. We must make each blow count - our weapons are limited, and any alarm will rouse the others, outnumbering us," Rumil added.

Sitting down on the floor between the beds, the four warrior Elves took out the four dozen arrows made by the Elflings, and began to fletch them, adding the feathers that would allow them to fly straight. Their nimble, experienced fingers worked quickly, though it took them most of the rest of the day to finish. Storing the finished arrows under the mattresses, they were done only moments before Elur arrived with their dinner tray.

When Elur had left, Haldir turned the tray over to find three small bows secured to the underside. Only two feet long from tip to tip, they looked like the child-sized bows young Elflings were given to play with back home. Haldir raised an eyebrow wondering if they would work. He nodded at Legolas, by far the best archer in the lot of them, to give it a try.

Legolas reached under a mattress and brought out one of the arrows. Taking one of the bows, he examined it critically, testing the strength of the wooden bow, and tension of the catgut that was strung across its length. It twanged musically when he strummed it with his finger. Smiling, he nocked the arrow, and sighted toward a pillow at the far end of the room. Letting the arrow fly, he grin grew broader as the arrow found its mark in the pillow.

"They are small, and you must adjust your strength when you use them. It will take very little to shoot the arrows, and too much strength will snap the catgut. Keep in mind also, that they will not shoot as far as our own bows." he advised the others. They each took a turn shooting at the pillow, until they were comfortable with the amount of tension needed to use the small bows.

"We have our bows, arrows, and knives. We can attack tonight," Legolas said, looking directly at Haldir, waiting for confirmation from the March Warden. Although Legolas technically outranked Haldir, the Prince acquiesced to Haldir's centuries of experience at guarding the borders of Lothlorien. Haldir nodded, a silent, deadly smile touching his lips.

When Elur came to fetch their dinner trays, she brought with her the last of the Ellith. While the other Ellith had been skittish, nervous, and shy, this Elleth looked as though she might jump right out of her skin if anyone did so much as speak to her. She was trembling violently, her hands gripping fistfuls of her skirt, her eyes never leaving the floor.

Haldir spoke quietly to Elur, informing her that they would attack tonight. She nodded, then reached up, throwing her arms around Haldir's neck. "Be careful, Haldir. I will leave the door unlocked when I return for Geshi."

"Return? There is no need for…" Legolas said, looking at Haldir.

"Aye, but the guards will not be asleep yet, Legolas. We must wait until later, so it is best to let them think that you are doing what you must."

Legolas nodded his head, then walked to sit on one of the beds. His relief was evident in the set of his shoulders, and the look on his face.

Elur patted the Elleth next to her on the arm, saying, "Legolas, this is Geshi. Geshi, do not worry…I will see you later." She turned, smiling once more at the Elves, and left, Haldir, Rumil, and Orophin following her out, closing and locking the door.


Legolas looked at the frightened Elleth, still shaking near the door. "Geshi, come and sit down. Did you not understand what was said? You need not be afraid anymore…I will not harm you."

Biting her lower lip, Geshi walked hesitantly toward Legolas. His eyes wandered over her form, trying not to be obvious about it, but intrigued despite himself. She was tall, even for an Elleth, though still not as tall as Legolas. Willowly, even her current agitated state could not hide her gracefulness as she approached. Fair skinned, blue eyed, her hair was what caught Legolas' eye and held it. It was as blonde as his own, but streaked with fiery highlights that seemed to burn when the light hit the long, silky strands.

She sat on the very edge of the mattress, as far from him as she could possibly get, still quivering, still staring at the floor. Sighing, Legolas thought that perhaps she did not understand what was happening, or was just too timid to bear being in the same room with a male Elf. Either way, without conversation it was going to be a long couple of hours.

Clearing his throat, Legolas began to softly tell Geshi about Mirkwood. He spoke of his father, King Thranduil, of his brothers, even of the troubles they had had with the giant spiders of his youth. He told her of the Fellowship, his friendship with Aragorn, who became King of Gondor; of Gimli, the Dwarf who had proved himself Elf-friend.

Slowly, listening to the melodic lilt of his voice, she began to relax, caught up in his tales, though he could tell that she was still perturbed about something.

"Geshi, I wish you would relax. You still seem very nervous and tense, and I would be most pleased if you were not."

"I…I…am sorry, your Highness. I just…" her voice trailed off, as her shaking renewed itself.

"Please, Geshi…my name is Legolas, and it would please me much more if you would just call me that."

She darted her eyes in his direction, her expression startled. "But, Elur said you are a Prince."

"I am. My father is King of Mirkwood, which makes me a Prince. But I am mostly just an Elf, like the others…like you."

"If you are a Prince, then I must address you as 'Your Highness," she replied softly, twisting her dress in her hands. "It says so in all the stories."

"What stories? I would like to hear such a story, Geshi. Would you share one with me?" he asked, smiling gently at her insistence at using the formality.

"Every story…Cinderella, Snow White, Sleeping Beauty…all of them!" she answered softly, her voice cracking a bit.

"Tell me one of these stories, Geshi…tell me, um…Snow Beauty."

A smile slipped to her lips for a moment, disappearing again just as quickly, although it did not miss Legolas' eye. The thought that she was quite lovely flitted though his mind, and he found himself wondering what she would look like if she allowed herself to smile fully.

"White," she said, "Snow White. If you really want to hear it, Your Highness, then… once upon a time…" she began, her voice low and so soft that even Legolas had to strain to hear her. He sat back, leaning his back against the wall, one leg stretched out on the mattress, the other hanging off it, foot on the floor. Closing his eyes, he found himself entranced by her voice's soft, dulcet tones as she recounted the tale.

"…and they lived happily ever after," she concluded, her voice fading away at the end.

"That was a lovely story, Geshi…I liked the happy ending," he said, smiling at her.

"But you see, even Snow White called the Prince 'Your Highness," she tried to explain, her eyes darting toward him again.

Sighing, Legolas realized that he was not going to be able to get Geshi to call him by name without being forceful, which he had no desire to do. He decided to change the subject.

"Geshi, do you remember anything about our homeland?" he asked.

"No, Your Highness," she answered, not seeing Legolas exasperated look at her use of his title again. "I was taken as a baby. Elur raised me - she is the only mother I remember."

"Oh, I see," Legolas said softly, his eyes sparking with momentary anger at all the Elleth had lost. Suddenly, a thought occurred to him. "Geshi, if you do not remember your parents, then how do you know that you are not a Princess yourself?"

"What? Of course I'm not…I…couldn't be…"

"Why? You are beautiful, graceful…you could very well be of royal lineage. So you see…you should not call me 'Your Highness,' because then I would have to call you 'Your Highness' just to be safe, and then we would get everyone confused," he said with a smile.

She smiled then, a real smile, and seemed almost surprised herself that it stayed on her lips. Her eyes turned to look at him, although she still would not meet his eyes. "You are teasing me. But I will call you by name, if it is what you wish."

"It is. I would hear you say my name, Geshi."

"Legolas," she said, her voice not much more than a whisper, averting her eyes to look at the floor once more.

"There, that wasn't so hard, was it?" he asked, smiling broadly. Truth be known, he liked the way his name sounded on her lips. He also liked the way she looked when she allowed herself to smile. She seemed to light up from within, her features glowing softly. His eyes roamed over her lovely face, settling on her full lips, still curled in a smile, wondering briefly what those lips would taste like, and if they would still be smiling as he kissed her. He sighed aloud, knowing he would not allow himself to find out. He sat up on the edge of the bed once more, not wishing her to notice his growing arousal.

Seeing that the way he was looking at her had changed and hearing him sigh, she became concerned. Had she offended him in some way? "What is wrong, Your High…Legolas?" She asked shyly, her smile disappearing once more.

"I was just thinking of how beautiful you are, and I wondered what it would be like to kiss you," he answered truthfully, hoping his confession wouldn't cause the skittish Elleth to faint.

Her response shocked him. Never in a million years would he have expected it from this painfully shy, modest Elleth. His surprise rendered him completely defenseless when she suddenly turned and launched herself on him, her lips locking with his, her body flattened to his, the force of her attack throwing him backwards on the bed.

Her kiss was soft, endearing but clumsy, mute testament to her inexperience. He quickly recovered, allowing her to kiss him a moment longer, before sitting up and pulling away. "Geshi…what has come over you?" he asked, searching her face for an answer.

"Oh…oh!" she murmured, her face blushing crimson as the realization of what she had done hit her. She had been such a tight bundle of nerves today, first because of what she knew he would have to do to get her with child, and then, oddly enough, because she knew he wouldn't have to do it after all. The conflict within her had been building to a crescendo, finally coming to a head when he told her he wondered about kissing her. Suddenly, her brain ceased to function at all, and she had been just as surprised and shocked as he when she found herself wantonly spread on top of him, her lips pressed tightly to his.

Covering her face with her hands, tears burning her eyes, she bolted from the bed, making a dash for door, blindly. Her foot caught the edge of one of the cots, and she went down hard, sprawling in a most ungracious fashion on the ground. Before she could gather her legs under her to stand again, Legolas was at her side, gathering her into his arms, trying to ascertain whether she had injured herself or not.


She fought against him for a moment, the color from her embarrassment deepening as he held her, but soon settled down, keeping her sobs inside, although with difficulty, though she couldn't keep her eyes from watering like faucets. She kept her head averted, not wanting him to see the tears that coursed down her cheeks, although their wetness was soaking through his sleeve.

"Why do you run from me, Geshi? I am glad you chose to kiss me," Legolas whispered, holding her tight. "If you did not, I fear I would have jeopardized my honor by kissing you first."

"I'm a fool and an idiot!" she sobbed, her anguish breaking through her control at last. Her chest heaved with misery, and Legolas tightened his grip on her in response. Slowly, gently, he began to rock her, making no attempt to rise from the floor.

"Geshi…you are neither. You are beautiful, sweet, and have nothing to be ashamed about. Do you want to know a secret?" he whispered in her ear, leaning his chin on her shoulder. "I would like you to kiss me again."

She gasped, her breath catching in her throat. Finally turning in his arms to face him, she thought she would see him laughing at her, as most did - even the other Ellith - when, on the rare occasion, she managed to lose control of herself. Instead, she saw deep concern in his summer blue eyes, and something else, a spark that drew her like a moth to a flame. So enthralled by his eyes was she, that she didn't even realize it when her lips met his again.

Legolas realized that if he went on kissing her like this he would be the one to lose control. Breaking away from her, he looked into her lovely dark blue eyes. "Geshi…if we do not stop this now, I may not be able to stop later. I do not want to force you into anything you are not ready for…you do not need to do this with me."

Biting on her lower lip, she lowered her eyes from his, shyly, softly asking, "Do you want to stop? I will understand if you do…you are not being forced to do anything anymore either."

"Only if you wish it. If you ask me what I want," he continued in a husky voice, fighting to keep his hands around her waist and not wandering to more fertile pasture, "then I must tell you that I want to go on. I want nothing more than to taste you, teach you to…"

He didn't get the opportunity to complete his sentence, because suddenly her mouth was pressed against his once more, her arms snaking around his neck, pulling him closer. He responded immediately, knowing now that he did not need to worry about losing control any more.

Laying her back on the floor, not wanting to release her for even the short time it would take to move to the cot, he kissed her deeply, his tongue slipping between her lips, tasting her own. He took his time, exploring her moist mouth thoroughly, his tongue sliding up, over, and around hers. She sighed into his mouth as his hands, wandering up from her waist, cupped her breasts. Feeling her nipples harden in his palms, he was overcome with the sudden, overwhelming desire to taste them.

Sitting her up, he drew her nightgown up over her head, revealing her creamy skin to his eyes. Without pausing, he shed himself of his jumpsuit, albeit a bit ungracefully, considering his position on the floor. Kicking off his boots, he wiggled out of it, causing her to smile slightly despite the flames that heated her face at the sight of his naked body.

Again, he found her mouth with his, one supporting himself, the other returning to feel the softness of the skin of her breast, rolling the nipples gently in his palm. He swallowed her gasp when he replaced his hand with his mouth, his tongue running small circles around her hardened nipple, and moved his hand down her flat stomach, to gently pry her legs apart and slip into her warm folds.

When he felt her tense at his touch, he left her breast, raising his head to her ear where he whispered endearments and words of promise not to harm her. He told her how much he wanted this, how beautiful she was, how much his own body needed hers, how much he wanted her to touch him. His mouth took in the tip of her ear, suckling gently.

Hesitantly, her fingers began to explore his form, starting at his broad, muscled, archer's shoulders and well-developed arms, sliding gradually down his silken chest and hard abdomen, gaining confidence as they moved. When her fingers brushed his engorged erection, she hesitated again, but grew emboldened by the low moan of pleasure her touch drew from him. Slowly, her fingers grew accustomed to his heat, to his hardness, moving up and down his shaft, exploring. His moan grew louder as her fingers slipped down to probe his firm sac, before returning to his Elfhood.

His own fingers moved faster, sending shudders of pleasure through her. Her soft moans nearly drove him over the edge, his organ weeping profusely. He made a decision that he had never made before with any of his previous lovers. He decided to relinquish control to her.

Slipping his arms around her waist, he rolled onto his back, taking her with him. Pushing her up, he had her straddle his thighs, just in front of his throbbing Elfhood. Looking into her eyes, his hand moved to cup her face. "Geshi," he said softly, "You are in control. If you do not wish this, you can stand up, and it will be over. If you do wish me to enter you, then you must initiate it."

Licking her lips, she bent to kiss him once more, feeling a font of love for this Elf welling in her heart. How could any male be so kind and trusting, so selfless? She drew back and smiled, her eyes wet with feeling. Holding fast to his strong arms, she lifted herself, and slowly impaled herself on his turgid length.

He slid into her easily, closing his eyes at the wet heat and tightness that enveloped him, until his Elfhood hit her barrier. Opening his eyes, he saw determination and desire replace the uncertainty that had once been in hers.

She bucked down, allowing him to breach her maidenhead, turning her face aside as she felt the sharp pain it caused. He lifted his hand to the back of her neck, drawing her down to his face, kissing her deeply. After a moment or two, he took her about the waist, lifting her and settling her back down gently, showing her how to ride him.

As the friction of his Elfhood sliding in and out of her depths began to draw pleasure from her core, overcoming the ache the loss of her virginity had caused, she began to ride faster, developing a rhythm that caused her to moan loudly, and him with her.

Gritting his teeth, his eyes screwed tightly shut, Legolas fought again for control over himself. He was very close, but wanted her to climax first. One of his hand left her waist, searching for and finding the hard nub within her folds, teasing it. His other hand slipped behind her, cupping her rear, kneading the soft flesh while helping her pump onto him.

Her breath became more ragged, her moans longer and louder, as the sweet rush of an orgasm swept through her being. She arched her spine, her head thrown back in ecstasy. At seeing and feeling her erupt, he lost any semblance of control himself, crying out loudly as he spilled his seed within her.

Pulling her down into his embrace, he held her close, whispering words of thanks into her hair. She cried softly into his chest, though not from pain, but from the enormous emotional tidal wave that still coursed through her.

Holding her close, he was surprised to find his own eyes moist. He was an experienced lover, ages old, but still had never quite experienced the complete surrender of himself to another…until now. It was only the thought that within a few short hours he must fight, and his concern that she be safe with the other Ellith, that allowed him to release her from his arms.