In the Middle of Middle-Earth

In the Middle of Middle-Earth

Chapter 2

Author: Frosty the Glo-Worm
Rated: NC-17
Codes: Legolas, Boromir, Aragorn, Faramir, Elrond, Eowyn, Elros, Haldir, OC, AU, N/C
Summary: Has evil come to the elves of Lorien? Can Legolas get control over his sister? Is Boromir not the coolest thing ever?!? R&R!
Author's Notes: Taking extreme creative license here: Aragorn and Arwen are married. Faramir and Eowyn are not together. Boromir is alive. Haldir is alive. All the hobbits are alive and well. Takes place after the defeat of Sauron. More notes as I think of them.
Disclaimer: LOTR is not mine! Who knew?!


*

Valawen's heart skipped a beat when she heard the knock on her door. She smoothed out her dress and opened the heavy door, smiling as Legolas walked inside. He looked her up and down and smirked. "You look lovely," he said, and Valawen squeezed his hand in thanks. "Are you ready to go?" he asked.

Valawen nodded, "Yes, I think so." Legolas led her out the doors and down the halls. "Are you alright?" He looked very distracted.

Legolas looked at her and smiled. "Yes, I am. Tomorrow morning we will have breakfast. There are some things I think you need to know. About why I was summoned here." It seemed to be a relief for him to get that off his chest.

Valawen nodded, thankful that finally she would be let in on the secrets. "Alright," she said, then she turned the conversation to a different topic, "Elrond seems like a very nice man. I wish you could join us tonight."

Legolas stopped in front of a set of engraved doors. "No, you don't," he said, grinning, and then knocked on the wood.

Valawen blushed a little as Elrond answered and they stepped through the doors. The room was large and brightly lit, and the table was made up for two. She felt kind of excited about being invited to dinner by someone so...legendary.

"Thank you, Legolas. Valawen, it is lovely to see you again. Please, have a seat," he gestured to one side of the table. Valawen noticed that Legolas lingered for a few seconds before Elrond nodded to him and he left, the door closing loudly behind him.

Elrond sat down across from Valawen. "How are you this evening?" he asked as two elves appeared at their table. Valawen jumped. She hadn't seen them in the room nor heard them when the came to the table.

"I'm...I'm fine, thank you," she said, watching as one of the elves poured wine into her glass. She watched the other one leave a side door and appear a moment later with two plates of food. So that's where they came from, she thought as the elf set the food down.

When she turned back to Elrond, he was grinning. She smiled sheepishly and said, "I'm sorry. They just surprised me." She motioned at the two elves who were standing nearby.

He nodded, and with a swish of his hand both the elves exited the door and left them alone. "Now they won't distract you," he said, winking, as he took a sip of his wine.

Valawen bit her lip and smiled, taking a small bite of her food. She couldn't help but feel kind of uncomfortable; she didn't like eating in front of people. She felt like she was being watched. She glanced up and noticed that she was being watched.

"I'm sorry," said Elrond, smiling, "It's just that you remind me of someone." He continued looking at her, and Valawen could feel herself get a little warm.

"Someone you like, I hope," she said, half-joking, and took a long sip of her wine.

"Very much," he said softly, and Valawen noticed his eyes grow a little darker. He stared at her for a few moments longer before pulling his attention away. He smiled softly. "I hope I didn't embarrass you."

Valawen's eyes brightened. "No, of course not." She took a bite of her food. "This is delicious."

"Yes," he said, "I think the hobbits are cooking."

She looked at him incredulously. "The hobbits?" she said, "Why are they cooking?"

Elrond laughed lightly. "Obviously you have never met one before. They are great connoisseurs. I believe they miss cooking," he paused, and then smirked, "They practically demanded to be let into the kitchen."

Valawen nodded, still unsure of what to make of these "hobbits." Legolas liked them, she knew that, but they were strange little folk to her.

"How was your day?" asked Elrond, and Valawen immediately noted that she had been staring at her plate for the past thirty seconds. She mentally shook herself out of it and wondered if maybe the wine was already getting to her.

"Very nice," she answered, taking another sip of the wine and licking her lips, "Quiet. Aragorn showed me around the gardens."

Elrond's eyebrows raised slightly, but he only nodded. "An evening walk may also interest you. The moon lights up the garden and sometimes faeries can be seen around the roses."

"Aragorn said the jasmine blooms at night. Perhaps one evening I will go spend time there," she replied, taking another bite of her food. Elrond only nodded and watched her silently.

Dinner finished quickly after that. It was all new to her, of course, and she couldn't help but feel a little uncomfortable. She didn't like silence, and Elrond didn't speak much. She hoped she hadn't offended him sometime during the evening.

Once the plates had been cleared and they had talked briefly about Valawen's father, Elrond stood up and walked over to her, holding out his hand. She took it and he walked her to the large wooden doors at the end of the room. "Thank you for joining me this evening, Valawen," he said, opening the door, "I hope I will see you again soon."

Valawen smiled and blushed, very aware that he had kept her hand in his. Elrond leaned in a little and smiled, walking her several steps into the hall. "Good night," he said, and let go of her hand.

Valawen licked her lips and smiled. "Thank you. Good night to you, too." She stood in place for a moment, then turned and walked down the hall. It was several seconds before she heard the doors in the distance close with a loud bang. She glanced back, sighed, and made her way to her room.

*

Valawen pried herself out of her dress and wriggled into a nightdress, then flopped down on her bed. The wine had defintely got to her. She wasn't used to such extravagance, or such rich food.

She smiled as she thought of Elrond. She really hoped she would see him again soon. She could really get used to being around him more often.

Her eyelids felt heavy and she felt them drooping when a quiet knock on the door jerked her awake. She sat up, frowned, and with some effort pulled herself up from the bed and opened the do

Her eyes widened when she saw who it was. "Aragorn," she said, and the man across from her smiled.

"Valawen," he said, pinching her chin appreciatively, "Mind if I come in?" Valawen only blinked when he entered without waiting for an answer. She watched him for a second while he looked around the room, then shrugged to herself and closed the doors.

"Is something wrong, Aragorn?" she asked, wondering why he was paying her such a late night visit.

"No, nothing at all," he said, taking a seat on the bed. He looked over the things on her bedside table before turning his eyes back to Valawen. He smiled, "You look lovely."

It suddenly occured to Valawen that she was wearing nothing but a thin night-shirt. She grabbed her robe off the hanger and tied it around herself. "Why are you here?" she asked, feeling a little uncomfortable. She couldn't help but think back to what Eowyn had told her.

Aragorn got up off the bed without taking his eyes off her, and walked up to her. Valawen stood her ground and looked up at him. He smiled, and slid the back of his hand down the side of her face. "I'm sorry I had to leave you so quickly this morning," he said, his voice quiet, "I'm sorry we didn't spend more time together. I want to make up for that."

Valawen's eyes dropped down to Aragorn's chest. His rhythmic stroking felt very relaxing, and his scent...his scent was so strong. Elves didn't smell so...intoxicating.

Aragorn's hand moved from her cheek and into her hair. Valawen looked back up at him and he grinned at her again, then leaned down to her ear. She shivered at the feel of his breath on her skin. "Will you let me make up for leaving you?" he whispered, his hand trailing through her dark locks.

The feel of him touching her, his smell, his voice, it was overwhelming. And Valawen was sure the wine wasn't helping any, either. She wasn't sure what to do, so she only nodded her head, confident that she could put an end to anything that went too far. She bit her lip, realizing that she didn't actually know what Aragorn had planned. Maybe he just wants to take me out for tea, she thought. Her mind quickly sobered from that thought when she felt Aragorn's tongue trace the line of her ear.

She jumped, and pushed back. Her eyes were wide, but his were full of playfulness. He grinned at her and sunk his head low, looking like a puppy asking for forgiveness. "I'm sorry, love, was that too much?" he asked, clearly amused.

Valawen felt very torn. She couldn't deny that she was very attracted to him, but at the same time, this wasn't what she had hoped for. And something else stood in the way. "Arwen," she said, "What about Arwen?"

Aragorn's eyes flickered at that name, and he clenched his jaw. Quick as that happened, though, he was suddenly back to his old self, a small smile spreading across his face. "Arwen's sleeping," he said, "She doesn't need to know."

He walked back up to her again and grasped her shoulders. He ran his hands down her arms and cupped her hands in his. He raised them to his lips and kissed them, and Valawen swallowed heavily. "I'm here for you," he whispered, and then he quickly leaned in to kiss her.

Valawen let a soft "Oh," escape her lips before his mouth touched hers, and she closed her eyes, very aware that Aragorn had let go of her hands and his palms were now holding her face. His lips were soft, and she sighed as he pulled away.

Aragorn smiled at her flushed face and heavy-lidded eyes. "I'm going to make you happy," he said, kissing her delicately on the mouth and pulling away before she had the chance to respond, "Do you want me to make you happy, Valawen?"

Valawen felt like melting. His voice felt rough in her ears, and she could feel nothing but the phantom touch of his lips on hers. "Yes," she heard herself whisper. She wanted him. She couldn't stop herself from wanting him, no matter if Arwen was in the picture or not.

She stood very still as Aragorn undid the tie around her waist and slowly pushed the robe from her shoulders. She shivered a bit as it hit the floor, feeling suddenly cold and very, very exposed.

She lifted her arms and covered her chest, rubbing slowly towards her shoulders. "Are you cold?" asked Aragorn, as he toyed with her hair. When she nodded, he replied, "It's alright. You'll be warm soon."

He took her hand and led her to the bed. When she sat down he turned down the lights until only the stars filled the room with a silver glow. He sat down beside her, and Valawen felt sheepish at not being able to meet his eyes. She looked down at the floor, feeling Aragorn's thumb travel along her neck and brush her hair back. Taking her chin, he tilted her face towards him, and smiled when she finally did look up. "I'll be gentle," he whispered, then kissed her softly again.

Valawen closed her eyes and let him take the lead. She placed her hand on his knee, and he kissed her a little deeper, and finally she felt his tongue skirt her lips. She took a sharp intake of breath as Aragorn slid his tongue past her lips. He tasted very sweet, and Valawen kissed back a little deeper than she realized.

Aragorn grinned and pulled away, tucking Valawen's hair behind her ears. "Lean back," he said, and as she did so he slid her legs over and on top of the bed. She waited expectantly, swallowing heavily, as he took off his shirt. She couldn't help but stare and bit her lip painfully.

After he tossed his shirt aside, he leaned over Valawen and kissed her once before trailing his lips down her jawline and to her throat. She choked back a gasp as he bit softly at her skin and began sucking at her shoulder. As she gripped his shoulders and arched her neck, the last thoughts of this being a bad idea disappeared from her mind.

Valawen could hear him growling low in his throat as he kissed her shoulder and slid his fingers under the straps of her nightgown. She felt them slide down her arms and quickly froze, realizing that she was about to be naked. Taking a deep breath and licking her lips, she watched the ceiling and willed herself not to tremble like a leaf as Aragorn began to disrobe her.

She felt his fingers on her skin all the way down, along her waist and hips, her legs, and then finally her feet. He tossed the gown aside and she gasped inwardly as his hot hands trailed their way back up her body, sliding along her calves and thighs, and resting at her waist. She knew he was looking her over, and every muscle in her body tensed.

His face finally was above hers again, but his eyes were hooded and dark. "You're beautiful," he whispered, kissing her again and squeezing her sides. His hot mouth over hers warmed her body up almost immediately, and she kissed back, wrapping her arms around him and sliding her leg up his. It felt odd, to her, to be so open in front of him while he was still wearing his pants.

Aragorn groaned into her mouth and she felt his hands travel to her breasts. He massaged them gently, and Valawen kissed him deeper, her tongue doing circles around his. He tasted so good, like nothing she had ever tried before. He broke the kiss and sat up, undoing his pants. Grinning and looking her over, he laughed lightly when she flushed red as his pants fell. She smiled and grabbed onto his arms as he lied back on top of her, noticing how good it felt to have him naked against her.

His lips travelled down her body and kissed and nipped at every inch of flesh until he got to her breasts. He massaged one and kissed the other, and smiled as Valawen's legs drew up along his. "God, Aragorn," she breathed, closing her eyes and sliding her fingers through his hair. His other hand massaged her hip as he kissed her body, and she could feel herself tingle at his touch.

He brought his head back up to her lips and kissed her roughly. Valawen snaked her hands through his hair and down neck, digging her nails into his shoulders. She could feel herself wanting more, so she kissed him more insistently. He bit at her bottom lip, readjusted himself, and then pushed himself into her. Valawen's eyes widened and she moaned, gripping him harder. Aragorn's face fell to her neck as he groaned deeply and pushed himself into her as far as he could go.

They both layed there for a moment before Aragorn looked up at Valawen and smoothed her hair back from her face. "Beautiful, Valawen," he said, his voice hoarse, as he drew back slightly and started a soft, even pace. He kissed her face gently and watched her eyes grow dark as she stared up at him.

"Aragorn," she breathed, intwining her legs in his and pushing her body upward. She wanted to move with him, but felt herself grow weak as he thrust into her.

"Do you feel good?" whispered Aragorn as Valawen's eyes closed. He began pushing a little faster, and a little harder. Valawen ga in in response.

"Yes," she said, her voice quavering. Aragorn kissed her hard on the lips, but she found it difficult to concentrate on kissing him back.

He pulled away and whispered into her ear, "Do I make you feel good?" He thrust harder, forcing his arms under her back and shoulders, and earned a squeak from the girl beneath him.

"Yes," she whimpered, as he rolled forward harder and faster, breathing erratically in her ear. Valawen closed her eyes tightly and bit her lip, listening as Aragorn groaned deeply above her.

His movements grew more extreme. "Come on," he whispered, "Come on, baby." Valawen tightened her legs around his body and drew in a sharp breath as she felt herself succumb to the buildup inside her. She barely registered as Aragorn came himself, and only felt something other than her pleasure when his heavy body collapsed on top of her.

He breathed deeply for a few moments before looking into her distant eyes. He kissed her gently and she smiled, lifting her hand to wipe the hair out of his eyes. He looked so tired. She imagined she looked the same.

He rollff off of Valawen and laid beside her, pulling her body close against his. Wrapping his arms around her chest, he leaned down and whispered, "Didn't I tell you I would make you happy?"

Valawen closed her eyes as his fingers drew circles on her skin. Her body still tingled from his touch. "Yes, you did," she said, smiling, and then she feel asleep, quickly and without realizing.

*

When she awoke in the morning, Valawen was feeling very numb. And very alone.

She turned over, but her bed was empty. Sighing, she hoped last night wasn't just some crazy dream spurred on by all that hobbit food. But if it was...it had been a very good dream.

She grinned to herself as she sat up and took a deep, yawning breath. The sunlight streaming through the windows told her it wasn't far past dawn. She felt very, very hungry.

She got dressed quickly and glanced at herself in the mirror before leaving. A rosy glow...something good definitely occured last night.

Legolas was at breakfast when she arrived in the hall. Smiling, she seated herself across from him and cocked her head when he looked up at her with steely eyes. "Something wrong?" she asked, settling in to a bowl of oatmeal.

"Of course not," he said, pursing his lips. "How was your evening last night?"

Valawen jerked her eyes back up to him and choked on her food before realizing that he was talking about dinner with Elrond. He frowned as he patted her on the back. "Sorry," she said, coughing, "Last night was good," she said, taking a drink of water, "Dinner was nice."

Legolas nodded silently and sighed, not taking his eyes off hers. Valawen glared at him. He was always so cranky. She shook her head. "What's the matter with you?" she asked, "What's with the attitude?"

He sighed again and looked away as if contemplating something, then turned his eyes back to hers. He looked a little worried. "I'm concerned about you, Valawen. I'm really starting to wish I had left you at home."

Valawen frowned and leaned back. "Why are you always so upset with me? Are you mad that I had dinner with Elrond?"

He looked at the table, obviously uncomfortable. "I admit I wasn't...happy...when you agreed to have dinner with him," he paused and glared at Valawen when she tried to interrupt. His look made her cross her arms and listen. "But dinner is nothing compared to everything else you did!" He had leaned so far across the table that his hair was dangling in her oatmeal. His voice had slowly turned into a hissing whisper.

Valawen didn't notice that, though. What she did notice was that Legolas knew what had happened last night. She was in shock. Legolas leaned back a little and looked around, obviously trying to make sure no one had heard him. Valawen felt herself grow hot as she turned her eyes down to her hands.

"Legolas," she started, but her brother cut her off.

"Valawen, listen to me," he said, his voice calmer, but still very quiet, "This doesn't just reflect on you, it reflects on our family. You have a duty, you know that. And of all people, Valawen," he said, drawing back and shaking his head, "You should have shown more respect."

She could feel herself begin to anger. He was treating her like a child. "I do respect him," she growled, "I know what my duty is, Legolas, you don't have to treat me like a little girl. What he and I did is not for you to judge." She swallowed heavily and looked down at the table. "How did you find out?" she whispered, wondering if anyone else knew.

Legolas crossed his arms, very ruffled. "You weren't exactly quiet," he said, his voice very stern.

Valawen closed her eyes in embarrassment. She had forgotten that he had the room next to her. "Does anyone else know?" she asked, afraid of the answer. "Does...does Arwen know?"

"Arwen? I don't know. I don't think anyone else knows," he said, looking at her with a softer expression. "I'm disappointed in you, Valawen."

She groaned. "I know, I know," she said, then looked up at him, "But it's not your business."

"It is when it affects me," he said, exasperated, "How am I supposed to look at him the same way? This reflects on him, too, you know," he sighed, "I expected better."

Valawen felt uneasy that this would cause a rift in their friendship. "I don't want you to hate him, Legolas. I don't want you to lose a friend over this."

"He's not my friend, Valawen, he's my leader." His eyes grew dark and resentful.

Valawen shook her head, staring at her brother. "Your...leader?" she asked, not quite understanding, "Aragorn is your leader?"

Legolas' shifting eyes stopped, and look of confusion came over his face. "Aragorn?" he asked, frowning and looking up at his sister, "What does Aragorn have to do with this?"

Valawen frowned, and then gasped as it hit her. Legolas thought she had slept with Elrond. She clapped a hand over her mouth as a dawning comprehension came over her brother's features.

"You slept with Aragorn?!?!" he hissed, leaning so far over the table that he knocked the water glasses over. "What is the matter with you?!?!"

Valawen quickly regained her composure as she noticed several elves at the tables surrounding them look over in curiousity. "Calm down," she said, her voice grave, "People are staring."

Legolas leaned back, but did not break his eye contact. She could tell that he was very mad, even moreso than he was when he thought she had slept with Elrond. Valawen waited for him to say something, and for a moment he looked like he might, but all he did was shake his head and close his mouth. He looked away from her, and she wished so badly that he would just get on with it.

She was bracing herself for another arguement, but she didn't feel relieved when Legolas stood up from the table and left without looking back at her. She felt nothing but shame.

*

TBC