Tainted Fate

Aywen stood on the balcony overlooking Mirkwood. She smiled watching the children playing in the courtyard. Their child would have been a year old this month. She sighed smoothing the wrinkles from her dress. Legolas had been away for months now and Thranduil was busy with the winter coming that she felt lonely. Not that Legolas would have been any sort of company if he were here anyways.
Aywen had known the moment she had awoken that the baby was gone. Legolas refused to believe it at first. Then as the months went by he started to blame himself. If he had not agreed to speak with Samiron, Aywen wouldn’t have followed him. Trevila wouldn’t have had the chance to kill their child.
“Daughter.” Aywen turned to smile at Thranduil. He wrapped her in a shawl and hugged her to his chest. “You must not give up on him Aywen. He will come home I can feel it.”
“I’m so angry with him,” She felt the tear drop down her face. “How could he act like he’s the only one going through this. I felt the baby within me. I was the one who had deal with the pain.”
“Hush now. Everything will be okay.” Thranduil embraced her and lead her in to the castle.

“I swear I know nothing else.” Legolas had the orc hanging from a knife through his throat. “I have told you everything I know.”
“I should believe you should I?” Legolas stabbed the orc again. Halivan was disturbed. Legolas was slowly diapering and this vicious, heartless monster was all that was left. “Tell me where I can find Samiron.”
“Legolas,” Halivan grabbed the knife from his friend before he landed another blow. “He doesn’t know.”
“I know.” Legolas ripped the knife back and sliced the orcs throat letting his blood spill. Legolas laughed as he watched the creature dying and turned back to his friend. “I just wanted to kill the bastard.”

“How long has he been gone?” Gandalf asked as he seated himself next to Thranduil.
“Going on four months. He wasn’t much to have around before he left though. He hadn’t spoken to any of us much after it happened. Especially Aywen.”
“Yes, I know what happened was tragic. How is she doing?”
“That’s just it. I think she’s fading on us. The baby was everything and then to loose Legolas on top of it. I think we need to do something soon. I don’t want to loose her as well.”
“I’ve had word of Legolas. Halivan sent a message for me when I was visiting Elrond. He thinks Legolas may be loosing his way Thranduil. He’s taking to killing almost anything he can. This never gets to Aywen, but he’s sleeping with any whore he can as well.”
“Great, one’s dyeing and the others self destructing.” Thranduil sighed leaning back in his chair. The softy knock he heard, could only come from Aywen. “She knows nothing of this!”
“I agree.” Gandalf smiled at the young elf who entered the room. He saw with his own eyes just what Thranduil was saying. She was dying. Slowly, but she was. He had to get word to Legolas. ”Ah, my girl how are you?”
“Gandalf, it’s so wonderful to see you.” Aywen greeted him with a smile.” Have you word of Legolas?”
“No I’m sorry my dear.”

“Don’t fucking look at me!” Legolas had the young women pinned up against the wall. He was pumping in and out of her as fast as he could. Damn he hated this. But his need was so severe that if he didn’t find some wench in a tavern or a whore somewhere at times he thought he explode. “Yes Aywen. Fuck that feels good.”
“My lord my name is Amelia.” The girl responded.
“I’ll call you what I want.” Legolas thrust once more spending himself in her. He didn’t even bother setting her down but dropped her to the ground and threw the money on the floor next to her and left the room. Halivan was seated at one of the tables eating. Legolas knew he’d give him that look again but he couldn’t ‘t help it. He knew what he was doing was wrong, and nothing ever felt as good as it did with Aywen. Valor he missed her. Not just the love making, everything about her he missed. Nothing would be the same ,not after that night. Not after loosing their child. He’d never forgive himself for letting her get close to that gate. He should have known it was a trap.
“We should head home soon. “ Legolas words made Halivan look up from his food. “Yes, home sounds
good.”

“Have you had any progress in tracking Samiron?” Thranduil whispered quietly glancing over to Aywen was seated across the room working on a cross stitch.
“It’s hard. He seems to just have disappeared. Vanished along with Trevila. Elrond has been trying to pick up something but nothings come up.” Gandalf blew the smoke from his mouth.
“I’ll tell you this Gandalf.” Thranduill Sucked in the sweet smoke. “I don’t think this is over. Samiron thinks he should be the future king of Mirkwood, not Legolas. He wants it bad enough to kill for it.”

“Suck it dry.” Samiron grabbed Aywens hair and guided her head up and down his long shaft. He moaned as he finally lost himself in her mouth.
“Oh my god. You can’t be serious.” Trevila laughed as she watched as what had a few moments ago looked like Aywen changed back into the young servant girl they shared. “You playing with your glamour spells again?”
“Trevila, tell me you didn’t wonder what she looked like under that beautiful Mirkwood gown.” Samiron lightly rubbed his hand on her cunt through her pants. “See even you where turned on by what you saw.”
“I’d rather have you.” She added straddling him. “Although I’ll have to admit Legolas was looking very Handsome the other night.”
“Yes our little man is doing wonderful. I’m surprised he hasn’t realized we’ve been following him.”
“Maybe when we have complete control you won’t have to use your glamour spells anymore.” Trevila smiled and she slightly stroked his member back to life.

“I think I’ll retire to bed now.” Aywen smiled towards Gandalf and Thranduil. It had been weeks now since Gandalf had arrived and the three of them spent every night the same way. They would smoke their pipe weed and Aywen would sit next to the fire stitching or reading for them. They smiled and nodded in recognition.
“Good night my dear.”: Gandalf kissed her lightly on the forehead and she smiled at Thranduil as he did the same.
Aywen closed the door tightly behind her. It was this time of night that was the loneliest. She headed down the dark corridors towards the floor that at one time she had shared with Legolas. She often found herself in his rooms. Just sitting on his bed touching the sheets hoping they would still hold some of his warmth. She loved the way his rooms smelled like him. She sighed and turned the opposite way towards her rooms. She passed the small room where Sylain sat reading.
“I had a bath drawn up for you” Sylain stated yawning. Aywen smiled in returned and shut the doors to her apartments behind her. She smiled at the aroma coming from her bathroom. Chamomile and roses. She smiled remembering how Legolas used to insist that she bathed daily in the scent. He like her hair to smell just the right way. She pulled her hair from the braid she had it in and removed her clothing. She tested the water with her hand and slowly lowered her body into the water.
“I forgot just how beautiful you are.” The voice made her jump and she quickly covered her body from view.
“Legolas.” She looked towards the corner where his voice came from. He had been sitting there the whole time watching.
“Don’t cover yourself.” He covered the distance between them and lowered himself to her level. He slowly removed her arms from around her body exposing her body to his gaze once more. He kissed her lightly at first, to make sure he wasn’t dreaming then more passionately. He placed her arm around his neck and pulled her from the tub. He cradled her soft body to his. She sighed as she nuzzled her face to her neck.
“I need you so bad Aywen. “He laid her on the bed pulling her thighs apart exposing her to him. His eyes went dark with desire as he looked her over once more. He was a fool to think she would ever had escaped his mind. He knelt on the bed softly kissing her thighs. She gasp with the pleasure as he explored between.
“Legolas, oh Legolas” She grasping the sheets on either side of her head. He looked up to her face. He loved her when she was at this moment, just before her release. “Please Legolas. I want you in me.”
He growled low as he pulled her to meet his erection. She moved her shaky hands to pull his tight leggings off. His erection sprang forward. He moan deeply as she took him into her mouth. Her sweet warm mouth.
“Aywen, love.” He pushed her to her back and pulled her roughly so he was at her entrance. She ground her hips to him and he entered her with one swift move. She screamed out with pleasure as he buried himself deep within her. He tried to keep himself from going to fast but the way he made her feel drove him crazy. He grabbed her hips and pushed hard into her. He loved hearing her small moans every time he forced himself deeper. He Shifted them so she was on her hands and knees. She spread her legs inviting back in. He grabbed the back of her neck and entered her once more. He could feel her walls contracting. He was close too. He grabbed he hair and tugged on it the way he knew she would like. She screamed out and he rammed himself in her once more as they collapsed in a heap of pleasure.

“My lord, may I enter?” Legolas peered his head around his fathers door. He spotted the older elf still asleep. He smiled to himself. Remembering how he often as a child would wake his father by jumping on the bed.
“Since when do you call me lord?” Thranduil smiled as Legolas started shutting the door. Legolas laughed and ran to his fathers side. Legolas sighed as his father embraced him. He was home and the cloud that he had been carrying with him for the last couple of months was gone.