The Lost

The Lost

Chapter 19
Author: Frosty the Dairy Cow
Rated: NC-17
Codes: Elrond, Legolas, Aragorn, Haldir, Galadriel, OC, AU, N/C
Summary: After the defeat of Sauron, Elves and Men go to war. The reason, though, is not so clear. Contains real plot.
Notes: Elvish translations are at the end of each chapter.
Disclaimer: LOTR is not mine. Bleh.

Thanks to everyone who reviewed.


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Evening arrived quickly. Legolas had stopped by her room earlier that afternoon to speak with her again; she had suspicions that he was using business as an excuse to find out what happened with Aragorn. She smiled to herself as she thought of the young, blonde elf and how protective he was. She felt very lucky to have someone like him around, as well as someone like Haldir. The Marchwarden had also stopped by, but he was more honest in his motives. She had spoken with them both briefly, and let them know she was to have dinner with the King. Both seemed relieved that she hadn't made any rash decisions.

As she smoothed down the skirts of her green dress and looked in the mirror, Anólindë couldn't help but grin. She couldn't deny she was looking forward to this evening, to spen tim time with Aragorn. Admitting that fact was a big step for her, and she felt better having done it.

Picking up a small makeup brush and dipping it in a ceramic container, she painted a reddish stain onto her lips and smiled at her appearance. She felt a little nervous, as though she was going to be making a first impression. Dropping the smile and washing her hands, Anólindë muttered calming phrases to herself. She was thinking too far ahead again, wondering how things would turn out in the end. She wished she could just learn to enjoy the moment.

Leaving the bathroom, she pulled on a cloak and left her room. As she walked down the hall, she knew Legolas and Haldir were listening for her footsteps, and would probably be waiting for her return. She shook her head at that, the weight of their concern pressing down on her. Wishing she could forget them for a couple of hours, Anólindë shook her head and headed out into the falling night.

The air was crisp as she made her way to the fourth level of Minas Tirith. She met not a soul on her way to the courtyard, and revelled in the quiet. Drawing the cloak around her tighter, she ascended the stairs to the Hall and gently pushed open the door.

" Anólindë." Aragorn was quick to greet her as she stepped into the building. It was warm inside, so she released her cloak and closed the door. Slipping the hood from her head, she accepted the King's help as he removed the clothing from her. "How was your afternoon?"

He hung the cloak on a hook and motioned for Anólindë to head to the table. It was decorated with lace and candles, and held more food than two could ever eat. Smiling, she bit her lip when she spotted lendbast, an elvish delicacy. "My afternoon was fine, thank you," she said, sitting down as Aragorn pulled out a chair, "Yours?"

"Fine as well." He took a seat across from her as she looked around the room. They were alone, the only other activity the crackling fire in the corner of the Hall. "Did Legolas happen to speak to you?"

She looked back at him. "Speak to me about what?" She had a fair idea what he was asking about, but she wanted to be sure.

Aragorn was honest and forthcoming. "Earlier today I spoke with him about you. I was just wondering if he had mentioned it."

"He did," she replied.

Narrowing his eyes and leaning forward, Aragorn asked, "Was he...mature...with the matter?"

Anólindë lowered her eyes and grinned as she nodded in response. "He was not angry with me, if that is what you're asking."

"I am glad to hear it." He smiled, and Anólindë could not help buturn urn it. When he smiled, his eyes sparkled.

Shaking off her feelings, she picked up her glass and took a sip of the blood-red wine. "This is quite the feast," she said, setting down the drink, "It will be impossible for the two of us to eat everything. We should have invited others."

"But then we would not have been alone, and that would have been a loss. For both of us." Raising his glass, he offered a toast. "To unexpected endings."

"To endings." She raised her own glass and touched it gently to the King's. Taking another sip, she licked her lips and watched Aragorn drink his own. She told herself that watching him was important if she wanted to discern her feelings. Her searching eyes were drawn to his.

Dinner was quiet, mostly due to Anólindë. Aragorn offered conversation, but she found herself consumed with thoughts apart from how she liked Minas Tirith, and where she grew up. She wanted to speak more, but there was something holding her back.

When their plates had been cleaned, Anólindë sat back and took a long drink of wine. She knew what kept her from being more friendly with Aragorn, and it began to occur to her that shuld uld no longer be able to ignore it. "Legolas spoke to me earlier today, about Valinor. He said he would not be going there until he was sure the elves were comfortable and had a proper leader."

Aragorn blinked softly as a smile tugged on his lips. "Legolas would make a good leader."

"He would, yes, but I do not think he wants that. Hid hid he would only stay for a while. He asked me if I was going to leave with him."

The King looked up at her, his eyes serious. "And what was your answer?"

"I had no answer. Not until now." Anólindë stood from her chair, and Aragorn followed suit immediately. She watched him carefully as he regarded her with expectation and curiousity.

"Are you leaving?"

Stepping around the table, she approached Aragorn and shook her head. "I don't think I want to leave," she breathed, inching closer to the King. He did not speak as she placed a hand on his chest and softly fingered the fabric.

Raising his own hand, he clasped it around hers and held it tightly as he looked down. "What is it you want?"

She had been so unsure, but his proximity made her senses keen for one thing. "Miblin."

Drawing her hand close to him, he leaned forward and did not hesitate to press his lips to hers. Anólindë exhaled softly against his mouth as she closed her eyes and heard nothing but her heart beating loudly in her chest. Aragorn was patient in his kiss, pushing his tongue smoothly past her lips and searching deep within. She met him, brushing her tongue against his and moaning softly.

When Aragorn pulled away, Anólindë inhaled sharply and opened her eyes wide. She looked up at him and felt all her questions melt away. Fear still constricted her heart, but it was mixed with the anxious pull felt in extreme attraction. She wanted him. There was no denying any longer.

He raised her hand to his mouth and kissed it gently. When she found her voice, Anólindë breathed out the words that made it clear to both of them that she had surrendered to him. "Tognin na lin haust."

The want in his expression was evident, but he remained noble. "There is nothing I would desire more, but I will not take you if you are not sure. I have given my word I would not take advantage of you."

It did not even cross her mind that she might not want this. "I am sure," she replied, clasping his hand and pulling it with her as she stepped back. "Tognin."

She found his eyes seductive as he lead her towards his room. He watched her constantly, heatedly, and she could feel it affecting her. Biting her lower lip in tense expectation, she followed him into the dark room and swallowed heavily when he closed the door.

Moonlight spilled into the room, casting a silver glow upon the bed and chairs. She turned to Aragorn and looked up as he came close. "Do you not fear what your people will think when they find out about this?"

"I fear nothing but your leaving," he said, pressing a soft kiss to her lips. "What do you fear?"

Moving close, pressing her hands against his chest, Anólindë answered, "I fear you would want me to leave."

"Never." He came forward again and captured her mouth in a fervent kiss Anólindë was quick to respond to. His hands cupped her face as he massaged his tongue hungrily against hers, causing Anólindë to grip his tunic hard in her hands.

She was being driven wild with need by his insistent and passionate kisses. Aragorn pushed her back against the wall and ran his hands down her face and neck, then grabbing her hands and shoving them to the wall beside her head. Anólindë gasped into his mouth as he forced his tongue in deeper, starting a craving in her body she had not felt in a long while.

She brushed her leg up against his as he hotly pressed his body to hers and stole all her breath. "Aragorn," she whispered when his lips parted from hers and lowered to her neck. He bit at her flesh as she arched back to allow him better access.

Removing his hands from her own, he brought them to the front of her dress and began undoing the ties. As the fabric loosened, Aragorn trailed kisses along her collarbone and down her chest, until he could pull the garment apart freely. Her breasts bared to him, and he slipped the clothing from her arms as he mouth attacked the soft skin in front of him.

Anólindë moaned softly, clenching her fists as he sucked hard on the sensitive centre of her breast, warming the skin with his tongue. His hands molded to the curves, pinching and teasing as she bit her lower lip and held back a pleasured whimper.

She could feel the tension building in her body. Grabbing Aragorn's collar, she dragged him up and attacked his lips, forcing all her want and need into a deep kiss. The King responded, running his hands down her body to the hem of her skirt and loosening the ties.

As her skirt dropped to the floor, Anólindë was suddenly keenly aware of how clothed Aragorn still was. "Lin hammad," she said, gripping the tunic, "Im baur ti ego."

"Ned lu," he responded, sinking his hand into the last piece of clothing on her body. Anólindë stiffened as his fingers pressed lightly against her sensitive flesh, teasing her gently. Aragorn's forehead pressed against hers as his dark blue eyes watched her every response.

Anólindë quivered under his hand. Biting her lip and closing her eyes, she held tight to Aragorn as he slipped a finger into her warmth. He listened and watched closely, noticing when she whimpered or flinched at his touch, and repeating what pleasured her. Her eyes fluttered open when he slid a second finger in and thrust a little more roughly. Anólindë felt her legs lose their strength as her pelvis moved against his hand. Aragorn braced her up by wrapping an arm around her waist and drawing her closer to his body.

"Daro," she cried out when she felt herself coming close to the edge. She didn't want it to end this way.

Aragorn pulled his hand from her body and frowned as he touched her face. "Did I hurt you?" he asked breathlessly, his eyes alight with concern.

Anólindë's breathing was heavy as she licked her dry lips and held on to his shoulders. "No," she said quietly, "I only want us to share this."

He smiled in understanding as he leaned in and kissed her tenderly. Anólindë felt his arm slide down her back, and she inhaled sharply when he lifted her from the floor and into his arms.

She kissed him lightly on the cheek as he walked her to the bed, then laid her gently upon it. Sitting up as he placed himself beside her, Anólindë took the hem of his shirt and lifted it over his head. The fabric was quickly tossed aside as she smoothed a hand over his bare chest and kissed him heatedly, swirling her tongue against his as her other hand fumbled with his pants.

He helped her, undoing his own clothes and taking a moment to step out of them. Laying her back, Aragorn slid his fingers into the waist of her underwear and slowly pulled them down. Anólindë raised her hips as his fingers brushed her skin, all the way down her legs until the clothing was removed.

Aragorn's hazy eyes looked over her body before he laid down over her. "Lin bain," he whispered, running his fingers through her dark hair, "Nin mor alfirin. Trenarnin sen annale gell."

Anólindë wrapped her arms around him, holding his warm body close. There was no fear anymore. She was at peace. "Annale nin gell."

His eyes closed as he captured her mouth with his. She couldn't get enough of his taste or his touch. Parting her legs, she allowed Aragorn to know that she wanted him. His hand moved gently down her side and held tight to her hip as he pushed himself into her waiting body. He groaned heavily against her lips as he gently moved forward until he was completely within her. Anólindë arched her neck back and tangled her legs over his as he came to rest.

Aragorn braced himself with one arm as he watched Anólindë's eyelashes flutter at the feeling. Moving slowly, he pulled back then thrust forward, listening to her soft whimpers of bliss. "Caned an nin," he breathed, increasing the pace of his movements.

Her eyes focused on him as he moved over her. Unable to hold back, she moaned when his one hand found her thigh and pulled it up, opening her to him even more. "Aragorn," she hissed, digging her nails into his back as she rolled her hips upward to meet him, "Avornon."

He complied easily, gripping her leg tighter and thrusting at a quick and steady pace. When he could no longer concentrate enough to watch her, Aragorn lowered his face to the crook of her neck and kissed her warm skin, marking her with his teeth. Anólindë closed her eyes and held her head back, voicing the feelings of pleasure within her body. The tension was building. She could feel herself coming close.

"Teli an nin, meleth," he said as he slowed their movments, then quickened them again. Hoping to complete her pleasure, Aragorn shoved roughly into her and caught her mouth as she gasped.

His tongue thrust in tandem with his hips, causing so much feeling over her body she could barely register the movements. She could feel the burning pleasure take her over and soon lost herself to the bliss, parting from his mouth and crying out.

Aragorn continued his assault, Anólindë's movements only increasing his want. She writhed beneath him as he came, groaning out against her neck and collapsing on her body when he had exhausted his strength.

They laid there without speaking, the only sounds their heavy breaths in the silent room. Aragorn rested his head against Anólindë's shoulder. She could feel his breath against her neck, and it threatened to lull her to sleep. Her hand traced soft circles on his moist back as they rested.

"Innas le post ah nin sen daw?" he spoke finally, his voice low and smooth in the darkness.

"Im innas post ah le pan dui," she replied softly, playing with his hair, "Ae le iest ha."

Removing himself from her, Aragorn fell to her side and gathered her tired body into his arms. Placing a kiss on the top of her head, he pulled the bedsheets over them and sighed as she relaxed against him. "Le iest ha."

Anólindë smiled and closed her eyes. It would not be simple, this life, but as she rested against Aragorn, she hoped it would succeed.

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Awwwwww...GAG! The soddin' end. For now, at least.

Elf-Talk:

Lendbast. - Sweetbread.
Miblin. - Your kiss.
Tognin na lin haust. ing ing me to your bed.
Tognin. - Lead me.
Lin hammad. Im baur ti ego. - Your clothing. I need them off.
Ned lu. - In time.
Daro. - Stop.
Lin bain. Nin mor alfirin. Trenarnin sen annale gell. - You're beautiful. My dark flower. Tell me this gives you joy.
Annale nin gell. - You give me joy.
Caned an nin. - Cry out for me.
Avornon. - Faster.
Teli an nin, meleth. - Come for me, love.
Innas le post ah nin sen daw? - Will you rest with me this night?
Im innas post ah le pan dui. Ae le iest ha. - I will rest with you all nights. If you wish it.
Le iest ha. - I wish it.