Mary Goes to Mirkwood

Mary Goes to Mirkwood

Chapter two/?

Authors: Mary A & Malinorne

Pairing: King Thranduil/OFC

Warning: NC17/ Adult sexual situations/ nudity/oral sex/

Disclaimer: Just playing with Tolkien characters, for fun, and not profit, do not claim to have created them.

Summary: Mary meets again with Thranduil at another on-line party, and she answers his invitation. Mal receives her own invitation, and acts on it.

~*~ ~*~ ~*~ ~*~

~ Mary ~

When I awoke, the next morning, I was back outside of the borders of Lorien, seated on Haldir's lap. We were perched on a large, moss-covered tree stump at the edge of a grassy meadow. The sun was up high and bright. I sat up straight, blinking and squinting from the dazzle after being in the shady green forest overnight, and looked at him. It was time to say good-bye.

"I really can't stay here, with you, forever? And become an elf ? And marry you and live happily ever after?" I was teasing, a little, but I was sad to leave.

"How much courage did it take for you to fall in love with me?" he asked.

"Courage?" I answered. "It didn't take any courage!"

"Some things take more courage than others," he replied enigmatically.

"I loved you from the moment you said, 'Daro!' to Legolas and told him that they all breathed so loud you could have shot them in the dark." He smiled at the memory.

"Not many people know that version."

"Because not many people read a book, that’s why," I said. "They get all their information from those movies, or, worse, from the Internet. And you wouldn't believe..." But I never got a chance to tell him what he would not believe because the eagle arrived, and it was time for me to go home.

"One thing is certain, Haldir," I told him as we approached mighty bird. "Whoever it was that said, 'Go not to the Elves for counsel, for they will say both no and yes,' got that part right. Who was it that said that?"

"I do not know," said Haldir. "I never have read the books. But, I will tell you something I do know. King Thranduil has never before today, to my knowledge at least, invited a mortal female into his halls."

I wished he had not said that. Love may not always compel me to rush in where angels fear to tread, lust may not compel me to take risks with my heart, but, curiosity is my weakness, my downfall, the curse of my existence...I had to know more, now, about why the king wanted me to come to Mirkwood, and why I was so reluctant to abide by his wishes, and that was a dangerous state of being for me. Thranduil intrigued me in every way.

He was going to be at the next party, too. I felt it was up to me to prevent what could turn into the next round of kin-slaying.

~**~ ~**~

I think the only reason that the twin's allowed me to attend the masquerade, to which they were also invited, was so they could dress up in their ranger gear. They loved the way they looked with their swords at their hips. And I wanted to give the rest of my fellow fan fiction writers the chance to see them, too.

On the day of the on-line party, Malinorne, who knew how to read Elvish, kept disappearing on me, so I never had a chance to show her my letter from the Elf-king. For a while, after the excellent job she had done as my beta reader, I felt that she had been avoiding me and the group. It was good to see her finally able to attend one of our glitzy functions, although, being painfully shy, she hid out most of the time in the shadows, with a haunted look in her eye.

The party house and grounds were packed with elf-muses, free-elves and fan fiction writers. Our hostess had invited every elf from every Middle Earth realm, Second as well as Third Age, to grace her lovely virtual home. For most of that autumn afternoon I was frantic as I kept one eye on the twins, hell bent for regicide; and the other out for Thranduil, who had not arrived before us. It made me dizzy. As the day grew late, and the king still did not appear, I began to breathe easier.

Something marvelous happened, however, during the festivities. Elladan, Elrohir, and I, managed to find a quiet moment to have a long talk with Lady Galadriel and Lord Celeborn, at Haldir's request. It was a highly enlightening conversation and, afterwards, I felt less confused about whether or not to accept the king's invitation to Mirkwood, and the twins had some of their own fears relieved.

They were still not happy about my wanting to learn more about the king. But, after consulting with the Lorien couple, they were now begrudgingly willing to let me continue my Thranduil research project, and visit with him, if it would make me happy to do so. They were still very worried that he would, somehow, try to lock me in a dungeon and keep me for himself, but Galadriel assured them she would keep an eye out for my welfare in her mirror.

I also had to promise both of them, in front of her, that they could come to Mirkwood to both rescue me, and hack the king to pieces, or, at least try, if he dared to hold me prisoner in his palace. Once that was settled, I felt as if I could finally enjoy myself at the party. Now I hoped the king would show up.

The Galadhrim brothers, Rumil and Orophin, took over the bartending duties in the outdoor pavilion, and the climate of the party started to change, as the drinks seemed to contain a special magic ingredient now. Giddy giggles began to erupt all around like so many champagne bubbles floating around the suddenly rarefied air.

From across the lawn I could see the Elf-king approaching, but I pretended not to notice. Even though the twins had promised to keep their swords to themselves, I thought it would be better to appear unaffected while he silently stood at the edge of the crowd to watch the partiers. I figured there were other writers who might be interested in meeting him, although they all seemed scared to death to even glance in his direction, and it was only fair to give everyone a chance to get to know him better.

Galadriel and Celeborn wove in and out of the couples on the crowded ballroom floor, under the outdoor pavilion, as they danced gracefully to a tune only they could hear. While I watched them, several writers around me whispered comments about the handsome Elf-king to each other, which made me giggle to overhear. I looked for Malinorne and found her hiding behind some tall Galadhrim, who seemed appreciative of her flimsy, revealing party dress.

"The king is here, Mal," I told her. "Now is your chance to meet him." Her cheeks grew pink, with excitement, I thought.

"Distract him," she murmured before slipping off into the darkness. Figuring her shyness had overcome her, I set out to find the Elf-king on my own.

I had lost track of his whereabouts and tried to casually look around for him without seeming too obvious. It was at that point I felt a tug at my hand and was led from the outdoor pavilion and back into the house, by Thranduil, and taken to the same room where we had first met back in the summer.

It was a deja vu experience with me slammed against the door, Thranduil pressed against me, his eyes boring into mine, and me unable to conceal either my thoughts or feelings from him. He demanded to know why I had not answered his letter and I told him I could not read it so I had to have it translated, and that took time.

He did not look really happy when I told him who ended up translating it for me. His face grew stern, hard, and almost cold as I related to him my trip to Lorien and my meeting with Haldir.

"Why him?" he asked.

"It was supposed to be Galadriel," I explained, "so don't get mad at me, it wasn't my idea." Thranduil narrowed his eyes but nodded his head as if he had already guessed as much.

"And that overbearingly dull Galadhrim advised you to avoid Mirkwood for your own safety?"

"No, as a matter of fact, he left the decision up to me and gave me no advice one way or the other." It would have done no good to lie to Thranduil. But, at that moment, I felt no need to conceal my thoughts. I was not afraid of him. I felt insatiably intrigued by him, and, when he was so close to me, so close that I breathed in his delicious scent and felt the heat from his loins pressed against me, I wanted him to look within my soul and plunder it, if that was his desire.

I reached around his lower back with both arms and let my hands slide down to his hard ass to pull him even tighter against me. "Did you miss me, kingy?" I giggled at the flash in his eyes as I held myself up tight against him.

"I want to take you away from here, now," said the king.

"I have to come back here."

"I will bring you back, later." There was something about the way he said "later" that made me swallow hard. It was quite... persuasive.

"Okay," I said as I pressed myself against him even closer, "let's go."

"You must learn to be more careful about what you wish for," he warned after a pause.

"Oh, never!" I answered as if truly shocked. "What fun is that?" We left the room and he followed me closely while I found the twins to tell them I was going to go out for a while.

They were so inebriated, from the elf bartender's magical concoctions, that they actually looked a little cross-eyed. They made no attempt to dissuade me from leaving the party with the king. Apparently they had been reassured enough by Galadriel to exert some self-control over their tendency to stab first; ask questions later.

While the king audibly huffed and puffed behind me, I gave them both good-bye kisses. Then, finally, I told Thranduil that I had to find our hostess to say goodnight, as it was the polite thing to do, and he kept his temper while I searched her out.

I found her in the foyer and she lifted her eyebrows when she saw who was escorting me elsewhere. I told her that I would return by morning, this time, as the king could not linger for more than day day.

That done, Thranduil guided me out of the door, and into his car. The outside Texas air was warm and balmy so stepping into the air-conditioned limo was like entering a walk-in freezer. I instantly snuggled up to the king for warmth and he removed his jacket, put it around my shoulders, and heated me up quite thoroughly with his kisses.

This time, I managed to drink my champagne without spilling it and he restrained himself from biting me, which helped. When I had finished my glass he took it from me and then removed his jacket from me, tossing it aside.

"You must remove that gown," declared the king, "that color is hideous on you, who told you that you could wear that shade of green?"

"It was leant it to me after Haldir threw me in the pool at the party. And you gave me your green robe to wear last time, did it look hideous?" I had already figured out that the king did not really care about the color of my gown, but it was fun teasing him.

"That does not mean you can wear this color, it does nothing for you, where is the gown I sent you?"

"I already wore that one, elving. Everybody has seen it."

"You ran around in the forest with that gown on."

"Well,” I explained, “I actually never made it to the forest, because the twins came and took me home."

"Take this off, now." I turned away from him and reached over my shoulder to point at my back, indicating the zipper and how far out of my reach it all of a sudden was. He unzipped me, and then turned me to face him, so he could watch me as I pulled the gown off and let it drop to the floor. There was a long pause.

"Do you never wear undergarments?" he asked, not entirely displeased.

"Even if I did, they would have gotten wet in the pool along with the rest of my clothes, right? Brrrrr, I'm cold again!" The leather seat was cool under my bare legs and bottom.

"Yes, I noticed." His fingers were at my chill-stiffened nipples and his hungry mouth soon followed. His long silky hair tickled my belly and thighs as he warmed me up with his expert lips and tongue.

After a while, he sat and lifted me to straddle his lap, facing him, and then unlaced his pants, releasing the hardness tucked within for me to play with. I held his lordly scepter there as if I was holding his hand, loving the texture and firmness and girth of its velvety length. His eyes glittered in the passing street lights while he held me with his penetrating gaze as we played with each other in the dimly lit limousine.

He cupped one of my breasts in one hand, his thumb teasing the tingling tip, while he trailed the fingers of his other down my belly. I began to pump his throbbing member with slow even strokes until his caresses reached between my legs. He gently probed and explored my slick nether lips and I bit my lip to keep from moaning as I tried to concentrate on my task at hand.

I slipped a finger into the weeping tip of his erection with my other hand and stretched the tiny opening ever so slightly. He tipped his head back on the car seat and blew out a long slow breath as I teased him mercilessly. He released my breast in order to put his hand to the back of my head while his mouth covered mine, his smooth strong tongue demanding a response. I lost track of what I was doing to him as I melted into his kiss. He kept his other hand busy between my legs.

"Did you know," I asked him breathlessly, after he broke away from the kiss, "that some of the writers at the party tonight thought you had an erection while you were standing to the side, watching the dancers." I giggled remembering the whispered comments about the revealing nature of the king's skin-tight leggings. "Only I knew better than that. None of them have seen this bad boy when it's angry, really angry."

I slipped off his lap and pushed his shoulders back with my fingertips. "Me first," I told him, "why don't you just lie back and relax; let me show you something..."

The bench seat was quite adequate for him to recline on comfortably as long as he let one long leg dangle over to the floor. I knelt between his thighs and lowered my face to his chest and trailed kisses down his abdomen, only pausing to tickle his navel with my tongue, which caused the king to draw in his breath with a sharp hiss, that was very satisfying.

After kissing my way down over his flat tummy, I held his throbbing shaft away while I kissed around the base and root of it, breathing in the musky aroma there. Finally, I kissed my way to the top of that marble-hard member which I took into my mouth with a throaty growl. He loves that. I suckled as much as I could take into my mouth without choking, breathing through my nose while relaxing my throat and the king responded with muffled groans and sharp, deep grunts.

I pulled my lips away from my teeth and scraped the sensitive skin gently, up and down, very slowly so as not to hurt, merely to bring a new sensation, and he moaned in appreciation. I held on tightly as he released himself into my mouth, with bucking, heaving spasms, and I swallowed him, gratefully, thirsty for his lust, hungry for his fulfillment; it tasted delicious. He tastes even better than he smells.

While he recovered himself, I sat up and smiled at him. "I'm not through with you yet, young lady," he managed to pas hes he pulled me down to lie prone against his chest. I relaxed into his embrace as he stroked my back with his warm hands.

"You better not be!" I said. We stayed in the Rolls all that long, lovely night, just riding around the city streets and working up a sweat in the back of that steamed-up vehicle. The sun had been up for quite a while before either of us realized our night had come to an end.

"The eagle will be by to pick you up on Tuesday," he said as he zipped me back up into the now quite rumpled gown. "Will you come?"

"Of course I will come, I would love to visit with you at Mirkwood, I already told you that before. I would go with you right now, but I have a few loose ends to tie up first."

"Very well, then I will see you Tuesday?"

"You will see me, Tuesday."

The next few days flew by as I made preparations for my visit with the king. The twins were sent to stay with my friend, Sheraiah, because she enjoyed their company, had fun cooking for them and loved indulging them in their rambunctious behavior. Like letting them play with their swords in the house. I promised them that if they did not hear from me in one week they could come charging to the rescue.

On Tuesday night, right on schedule, the eagle landed in my front yard and I was on my way to Middle Earth to visit Thranduil in Mirkwood. But what I did not know, and would not learn for a few more days, was that there was another guest the king had invited. She knew I would be in Mirkwood, but, she did not know that the king had never told me to expect her to join us there.

~*~ ~*~ ~*~ ~*~

~ Mal ~

I did not get an invitation letter from Thranduil, like Mary, and I hated him for it! I would have said no. I would have shown him that I don't care. I would have been pleased to hurt him, his pride at least, just a little, for the injustice he had done to me. Not only had he tricked me into becoming his concubine, he also refused to show me the slightest appreciation. Mary got a letter in elven script. Mary got a dress. Mary got red roses. Mary got champagne and rides in the back of a Rolls Royce. Mary was taken to fancy hotels and international resorts. I was just taken.

He invaded my existence. I could sit in a business meeting and be lost in thoughts about his hands. I started to close my eyes every time opened the door of my emerald green Toyota; it reminded me too much of the ring that had sealed my fate. Still I felt naked without the earrings. It was as if the Elvenking had laid claim to a part of my brain and just sat there as a constant reminder of the shameful, and, oh so wonderful, things he had done to me. And I didn't want to want more. And I had been determined never to se foo foot in Mirkwood.

I did love the king. He had given me great pleasure, and, what was worth much more, he had shown me a side of myself that I didn't know existed. He had made me feel special and the moments of shared stillness under the stars was something I would carry in my heart forever.

But I was jealous. And I was afraid of what I would discover in Mirkwood. That I would be one of two hundred concubines, all perfect, elven beauties? That Thranduil would prove to be the merciless tyrant so many said he was? That he would laugh at my feelings for him? Or, worst of all, that he would ignore me, as an already won conquest, and only have eyes for Mary?

I knew I had myself to blame. At the masque, I had even asked her to be with him, to keep him occupied! I had felt the burning fire of his eyes following me as I walked across the room, and I had not wished to meet him.

Still I had gone to the party, and wearing the thin dress, that was all veils, as well as the ankle links with the silly little leaf pendants! I must have been out of my mind. B was was on my way now. He had called me, and I must obey. The ring had bound me to him in some mysterious way, and I could not resist the invitation that was placed into my mind. I barely sensed it during the day, but in my dreams it was as clear as if he had been talking to me in an audible voice. I must come to Mirkwood now, while Mary was there.

And here I was, flying Eagle-back, with only the frivolous concubine garment in my bag.

to be continued...

Feed back: not required but always appreciated thaladir@yahoo.com