The Beauty of Twilight
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Adult +
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Just a Dream
Hannon Le (thank you) to those who read and/or reviewed my story. JJ Here’s chapter 2!
Faramir turned around to watch the graceful elf stride out of his eyesight into the darkness. True he had been startled by the elf’s sudden appearance, but he had also been startled by the fairness of him. No matter how dark the forest had become, there seemed to be a pale light coming from within the elf, making him radiate a certain fairness. His long golden hair that touched just past his shoulders accentuated his shimmering sapphire eyes. With the elf now out of sight, Faramir gazed back up at the stars and wondered what it would be like to inhale the fresh aroma of Legolas’ hair. He imagined it would smell like honey and blossoms. Still gazing up at the stars, he furrowed his brow. Surely it would be considered odd for him to think of these things? A male didn’t fantasize such things about another male, did he? As Faramir continued to think for a while, he came to the conclusion that Legolas was indeed a fair elf, and that such fairness did take people by surprise. That was it. He was just merely in awe by how pure the elf had looked. Nothing more. Sighing a sigh of relief, he turned around and headed for his home. Eowyn was waiting after all, yet he couldn’t help thinking how his heart had somehow beat a little faster when the elf had placed his pale elven hand upon his shoulder……
It was rather late by the time Faramir finally made it back to his home. It had once been a secret encampment during the War times, but it had been fully furnished inside to be made into a fitting home. As he approached the entrance, he heard the familiar roaring of Henneth Annun, fairest of all the falls of Ithilien. It acted as a clear curtain leading into the rock-chamber that he called his home. Not long ago, he remembered that he had brought two blindfolded Hobbits to this same spot and undid their binds to let them admire the beauty of this same sight.
Once inside, he found that his wife, Eowyn, lay sleeping in a large plush bed against the back rock-wall. He immediately felt a tinge of guilt for walking amongst the woods so late, and any strange thought that he had had of the golden-haired elf. Eowyn was his life, and nothing else.
He quietly stripped himself of his leather attire, until he had simply his billowy white shirt and loose breeches on that he usually wore underneath his armor. Slipping into bed quietly, so as not to wake his wife, he lay his head down on the pillow and stared at the ceiling. The only sound to hear was the soft roar of the falls and wind billowing in the trees just outside the cave.
Trying as hard as he could, Faramir could not fall asleep. His eyes simply did not want to close, and they remained irritatingly open, staring at the rock-ceiling. He tossed and turned long into the night, silently pleading with himself to fall into a deep sleep. Suddenly, he felt the weight on the bed shifting to his right. Faramir felt another twinge of guilt, for he knew that his tossing and turning had awaken Eowyn. As he turned his head on the pillow to apologize, he let out a sharp gasp, for it was not Eowyn who lay there, but Legolas! Legolas Greenleaf, Lord of the Elves of Ithilien lay there on his side staring at him with his enchanting crystal eyes that still shone in the darkness of the room. Faramir immediately sat upright and was about to demand the reason for the elf’s presence, but he found that he could not speak. Something held him back. He watched as if in a trance, as Legolas sat up as well and placed his elven hand on Faramir’s chest, coaxing him to lie back down onto the soft bed.
“Be at peace, Prince of Ithilien,” Legolas uttered as he loomed his face over the man’s, “There is no need to fear”.
Faramir could not find the words to answer. His heart beat so loud and hard in his chest, that he was almost certain that the elf could hear it. The elf, still leaning over Faramir, stared down at him. Faramir’s breathing began to increase heavily and found that he wished to touch the side of Legolas’ face. It was a need stronger and purer than he had ever felt before. He slowly reached up one of his hands and brushed it softly against Legolas’ cheek, his fore-finger just grazing a golden plait of the elf’s hair. The blue eyes closed shut in contentment at the touch of Faramir’s hand, and he slowly reached up his other hand to cup the other side of the elf’s face. With his long hair falling down and grazing Faramir’s arms, Legolas slowly lowered his face down upon the man’s until they could feel eachother’s hot breath on their faces. Faramir slightly lifted his head up as to capture the elf in a passionate embrace but the elf pulled back slightly, denying the man the pleasure ofsingsing him. Faramir disappointedly lowered his head back onto the pillow and simply stared up at the elf, noticing the blue eyes were moving intently back and force as if searching for something upon his face. Before he could give even a questioning glare, Legolas plunged his lips down onto the man’s, kissing him with such passion that Faramir had never before known. He retuned the kiss with just as much fervor, intertwining his fingers in the golden hair of the elf, andfeltfelt such a heated passion that he could not help but moan deeply into the elf’s throat as they continued to kiss. Of course Faramir had kissed his wife, and it had been a wonderful experience, but this was different…this was…this was….
“Faramir!”
Faramir blinked furiously and looked up confusedly at the face looming over his. The figure, he knew at once, was not Legolas, but a woman. As his vision began to come into focus, he realized that it was his wife Eowyn leaning over him.
“Eowyn?” he questioned in a startled voice.
“Faramir, are you ill? I heard you breathing quite heavily in your sleep, are you not well?”
Eowyn leaned over her husband with a concerned look upon her face. She had awoken suddenly when she heard him moaning softly in his sleep
Faramir sat up, his wife sitting close to him, a questioning look in her eyes. He quickly roved his eyes about the room. There was no Legolas here. There never was. It had been a dream. Just a dream. He must have fallen asleep sometime in the night, though he did not remember it. Finally, he turned his attention back to his confused wife who was clutching at his hand worriedly.
“No, Eowyn,” he said in a small, distant voice, “I’m fine. ‘Twas only a dream. Just a dream I had.”
He slowly laid back down upon the bed, and Eowyn moved herself closer to him and lay by his side, with her arm spread across his chest lovingly. Satisfied that her husband was safe and well, she closed her eyes and fell asleep. Faramir, however, lay there still with his eyes open, knowing that he would find no more sleep that night…..
To Be Continued……
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Faramir turned around to watch the graceful elf stride out of his eyesight into the darkness. True he had been startled by the elf’s sudden appearance, but he had also been startled by the fairness of him. No matter how dark the forest had become, there seemed to be a pale light coming from within the elf, making him radiate a certain fairness. His long golden hair that touched just past his shoulders accentuated his shimmering sapphire eyes. With the elf now out of sight, Faramir gazed back up at the stars and wondered what it would be like to inhale the fresh aroma of Legolas’ hair. He imagined it would smell like honey and blossoms. Still gazing up at the stars, he furrowed his brow. Surely it would be considered odd for him to think of these things? A male didn’t fantasize such things about another male, did he? As Faramir continued to think for a while, he came to the conclusion that Legolas was indeed a fair elf, and that such fairness did take people by surprise. That was it. He was just merely in awe by how pure the elf had looked. Nothing more. Sighing a sigh of relief, he turned around and headed for his home. Eowyn was waiting after all, yet he couldn’t help thinking how his heart had somehow beat a little faster when the elf had placed his pale elven hand upon his shoulder……
It was rather late by the time Faramir finally made it back to his home. It had once been a secret encampment during the War times, but it had been fully furnished inside to be made into a fitting home. As he approached the entrance, he heard the familiar roaring of Henneth Annun, fairest of all the falls of Ithilien. It acted as a clear curtain leading into the rock-chamber that he called his home. Not long ago, he remembered that he had brought two blindfolded Hobbits to this same spot and undid their binds to let them admire the beauty of this same sight.
Once inside, he found that his wife, Eowyn, lay sleeping in a large plush bed against the back rock-wall. He immediately felt a tinge of guilt for walking amongst the woods so late, and any strange thought that he had had of the golden-haired elf. Eowyn was his life, and nothing else.
He quietly stripped himself of his leather attire, until he had simply his billowy white shirt and loose breeches on that he usually wore underneath his armor. Slipping into bed quietly, so as not to wake his wife, he lay his head down on the pillow and stared at the ceiling. The only sound to hear was the soft roar of the falls and wind billowing in the trees just outside the cave.
Trying as hard as he could, Faramir could not fall asleep. His eyes simply did not want to close, and they remained irritatingly open, staring at the rock-ceiling. He tossed and turned long into the night, silently pleading with himself to fall into a deep sleep. Suddenly, he felt the weight on the bed shifting to his right. Faramir felt another twinge of guilt, for he knew that his tossing and turning had awaken Eowyn. As he turned his head on the pillow to apologize, he let out a sharp gasp, for it was not Eowyn who lay there, but Legolas! Legolas Greenleaf, Lord of the Elves of Ithilien lay there on his side staring at him with his enchanting crystal eyes that still shone in the darkness of the room. Faramir immediately sat upright and was about to demand the reason for the elf’s presence, but he found that he could not speak. Something held him back. He watched as if in a trance, as Legolas sat up as well and placed his elven hand on Faramir’s chest, coaxing him to lie back down onto the soft bed.
“Be at peace, Prince of Ithilien,” Legolas uttered as he loomed his face over the man’s, “There is no need to fear”.
Faramir could not find the words to answer. His heart beat so loud and hard in his chest, that he was almost certain that the elf could hear it. The elf, still leaning over Faramir, stared down at him. Faramir’s breathing began to increase heavily and found that he wished to touch the side of Legolas’ face. It was a need stronger and purer than he had ever felt before. He slowly reached up one of his hands and brushed it softly against Legolas’ cheek, his fore-finger just grazing a golden plait of the elf’s hair. The blue eyes closed shut in contentment at the touch of Faramir’s hand, and he slowly reached up his other hand to cup the other side of the elf’s face. With his long hair falling down and grazing Faramir’s arms, Legolas slowly lowered his face down upon the man’s until they could feel eachother’s hot breath on their faces. Faramir slightly lifted his head up as to capture the elf in a passionate embrace but the elf pulled back slightly, denying the man the pleasure ofsingsing him. Faramir disappointedly lowered his head back onto the pillow and simply stared up at the elf, noticing the blue eyes were moving intently back and force as if searching for something upon his face. Before he could give even a questioning glare, Legolas plunged his lips down onto the man’s, kissing him with such passion that Faramir had never before known. He retuned the kiss with just as much fervor, intertwining his fingers in the golden hair of the elf, andfeltfelt such a heated passion that he could not help but moan deeply into the elf’s throat as they continued to kiss. Of course Faramir had kissed his wife, and it had been a wonderful experience, but this was different…this was…this was….
“Faramir!”
Faramir blinked furiously and looked up confusedly at the face looming over his. The figure, he knew at once, was not Legolas, but a woman. As his vision began to come into focus, he realized that it was his wife Eowyn leaning over him.
“Eowyn?” he questioned in a startled voice.
“Faramir, are you ill? I heard you breathing quite heavily in your sleep, are you not well?”
Eowyn leaned over her husband with a concerned look upon her face. She had awoken suddenly when she heard him moaning softly in his sleep
Faramir sat up, his wife sitting close to him, a questioning look in her eyes. He quickly roved his eyes about the room. There was no Legolas here. There never was. It had been a dream. Just a dream. He must have fallen asleep sometime in the night, though he did not remember it. Finally, he turned his attention back to his confused wife who was clutching at his hand worriedly.
“No, Eowyn,” he said in a small, distant voice, “I’m fine. ‘Twas only a dream. Just a dream I had.”
He slowly laid back down upon the bed, and Eowyn moved herself closer to him and lay by his side, with her arm spread across his chest lovingly. Satisfied that her husband was safe and well, she closed her eyes and fell asleep. Faramir, however, lay there still with his eyes open, knowing that he would find no more sleep that night…..
To Be Continued……
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