Possession

Possession

Chapter 26
Author: Frosty the Micro Machine
Rated: NC-17
Codes: Aragorn, Elrond, Faramir, Eowyn, Legolas, OC, AU, N/C, Oral, Anal, M/F, M/M/F, character deaths
Summary: After Arwen's death, a visit to Gondor reveals something unexpected. Canon-oriented; takes place after Sauron's defeat.
Author's Notes: Translations are in parenthesis after the Elvish.

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He wanted to talk. For nearly an hour he had sat silently, watching her as she paced the room, her arms folded protectively in front of her. She could feel his eyes follow her every move. Valawen tried to shrug off the guilt that seemed to weigh down on her, but it was a useless endeavour. She was a part of too much death.

Though she knew it was better now that the palantir was destroyed, she found herself longing for the reassurance it gave her. While under its spell, at the beginning, she had felt comforted. She had been happy in her own little world, even as the outside kept trying to break in. That was where the anxiety had come from - the outside. If it had only been her and Aragorn, and the knowledge that they were special, everything would have been fine.

It hadn't been that way, though. Slowly her life had disintegrated into nothing, and now as she stood in an apartment in Lorien she knew it would never be the same. Peace would never be found, even if Valinor accepted her.

She stopped by the window and looked out. The trees were flowering and the grass was the bright emerald that reminded her of Imladris. Spring had come, yet she still felt trapped by the winter.

"It frightens me," she said softly, "What will happen after this."

"To you?"

Valawen looked at Legolas, contemplating his question. "Yes," she replied after a moment, "To me. To Arda."

"What happens to this world is out of your control. As for you," he said, regarding her gently, "That is your decision."

"You sound like Galadriel," she replied, smirking in thought as she looked back out the window.

He arched an eyebrow, saying, "I'll take that as a compliment."

She sighed, sobering. "I don't want to go to Mandos."

"What makes you think you are going there?" he asked, shifting in his chair.

"I do not deserve to be in Valinor." The truth of it rang clear to her.

Legolas stood and approached her, seeking her eyes when she would not look at him. "To be granted access to the Havens you must prove yourself," he said when he had her attention, "You have done so simply by denying the call of darkness."

She shook her head, not convinced. "I answered that call, Legolas. I did things I can never take back. I will never be able to make up for it."

"No, you won't," he responded, and she frowned sadly. His hand reached for her shoulder and squeezed gently. "But you don't have to. You helped me escape certain death, and did what was necessary to save the rest of the world from a simliar fate. I owe you my life, Valawen."

"No," she replied, feeling her eyes sting, "You owe me nothing. If it hadn't been for what I did, you would never have been implicated in Aragorn's murder."

"What do you mean?" he asked. The hand on her shoulder loosened as he pulled away.

Closing her eyes, Valawen leaned against the frame of the window and said, "I put the knife in your rooms. I did it for Faramir." Valawen opened her eyes slowly and looked back at him. "I didn't know what it was at first, and I didn't know he had planned to kill Aragorn. But I did it nonetheless. It's my fault you were taken to the dungeons."

Disappointment was evident in his eyes, but he did not sway in his support of her. "It's not your fault."

Angry, Valawen pushed away from the wall and stalked across the room. It upset her so much that he didn't blame her. "Why must you treat me like this?" she yelled, turning and glaring at him. She could feel all her fury and fear focusing on him. "I don't deserve your compassion!"

He was utterly calm in his reply. "What then do you deserve?"

She shook her head, her voice strangled in her throat. Tears began to stream from her eyes. "I deserve abandonment and scorn," she finally replied softly. Her outburst had made her feel weak and wasted, so she slowly sat upon the bed. "I want your venom, Legolas, not your pity."

He went to sit beside her, sighing heavily. "I will not pretend to understand what you went through, Valawen. I won't pretend to understand what you're going through now. I know you want us to curse what you have done, but that will not happen. It was beyond your control. This was done to you, and hating yourself will not make it better." His fingers wiped away her tears as he added, "And I do not pity you. Far from it. You have endured something that I could never imagine. You will find no pity here."

Valawen rubbed her eyes, conscious of how foolish she was acting. "I'm sorry I yelled," she whispered.

His hand moved to her back, stroking gently. It felt good. "I understand."

"Lady Galadriel told me Elrohir and Elladan will be arriving tomorrow. They want to take me to Valinor." She took a deep breath and looked up at Legolas. "I don't want to see them."

"They care about you and want to help. Would you deny them that?"

She had no response to that. "Are you going to Valinor as well?" she asked instead.

"Not immediately. I intend to go back to Imladris first. I left a friend there."

Legolas' touch was warm and comforting. Valawen met his eyes, searching within them for more than just what he was thinking. He had become her tether to this reality. Without him, she would no doubt still be in Gondor, living in desolation. She didn't want to disappoint or hurt him. If he abandoned her as she thought she deserved, she knew she would perish from grief.

She smiled, touching his handsome face. The hand on her back stilled, but the warmth did not leave. "Legolas," she breathed, "Tomorrow I may leave here and never see you again. I want you to know how fond of you I've become."

"I will come to Valinor eventually," he said quietly, "I will see you there."

"I am not sure Valinor will be my fate," she answered, "Even if I am accepted, I may not be ready."

He knit his brow, asking, "What will you do? Wander Arda alone?"

Valawen shook her head, "I don't know."

Legolas pursed his lips, obviously unhappy with the way she spoke. "Let Elrond's sons take you to the Havens. Please. As a favour to me."

She blinked, considering his request with a heavy heart. "I will let them take me to the sea."

He smiled. "Thank you."

Even as she returned the smile, her mind was heavy with guilt. It seemed truth was in the eye of the beholder. Raising her eyes to his, though, she decided to move beyond that. It would do no good to dwell on it. Her decision was made.

The silence urged her into touching Legolas' face again. He seemed uncertain, but allowed it. Her eyes followed her fingers' path along his cheekbone and jaw, taking in every shadow of his face. Elves were so much softer than humans. She missed their beauty, and their touch.

"There's not much time left," she breathed, allowing her fingers to skim his golden hair, "Soon the sea will take us, and this life will be left behind. What we do now won't change that."

His blue eyes were cautious as they looked into hers. "What are we doing?" he asked softly.

"Taking comfort," she answered, smiling faintly. "I know you have lost just as much as I have, Legolas. Friends you thought would be safe have died before their time. You mourn; I see it." Her hand cupped his cheek as she leaned a little closer. "I offer you myself. You have been nothing but kind to me, and I have experienced so much pain. I would willingly take comfort from you, if you would offer it."

Legolas regarded her sadly, but he did not pull away. "This is not why I have been kind to you, Valawen."

"I know." Her fingers skirted his jawline and she could feel him tense. "One night. That's all I want. I desire you." Tilting her head, she looked up at him and bit her lip, asking, "Do you not feel the same way?"

Exhaling gently, he touched her face, pushing strands of hair behind her ears. His manner was soothing and soft, and the way he looked at her made her tremble. It reminded her of Elrond, and the purity in the way he touched her. "I do," he answered, but she could feel his hesitation.

"If you do, then why do you hold back?"

He looked away for a moment before meeting her eyes. "You're not well. Even if Arda was healthy and we had simply met by chance, this would not be the path we would take."

"Arda isn't healthy," she replied, "And you're right, I'm not well. But my mind is clear, Legolas. Will you not comfort me for one night? Will you not allow me to comfort you?" Her hand ran gently up his thigh as she came close, leaning her forehead against his. When she squeezed his leg, his eyes fluttered shut. "I want you."

He didn't need any more convincing. Legolas kissed her then, softly at first. His hands cupped her face, holding her steady as he slipped his tongue into her warm mouth, savouring her taste. The kiss was thorough and sweet. She could feel herself tense, feeling teased.

When he pulled back, looking down on her with hooded eyes, her need pushed her to take control. Valawen pushed him back, slowly lowering him to the bed. He went without hesitation and she climbed over him, straddling his hips. Leaning forward, she caught his mouth in a ravenous, passionate kiss, taking all the air from his lungs. He was equal in his fervor, biting at her full lips in hungry want.

Valawen could feel herself pouring every emotion into her actions. His touch seemed to fill a void within her, a hole that she didn't know how to be rid of. She ached with a need for something she could not identify.

As her fingers slid into the ties of his tunic and loosened them, she moved her mouth down along his throat and chest, placing wet kisses along his skin. His heavy breathing stirred her into rolling her hips gently forward. She smiled when he hissed in a breath.

His hardness was apparent underneath her. Valawen sat up, shuffling back in order to get at the ties of his pants. She kept her eyes pinned on his as she worked, then bit her lip as she pulled him from the material. He watched her intensely, his eyes wide with lust. Pulling up her skirts, she got to her knees and maneuvered herself over top of him. She lowered slowly, enveloping his erection with her wet heat. Legolas' eyes blinked shut as he gripped her thighs, holding tightly until she sat in his lap.

She could have cried. All her pent up frustrations and fears bled into her movements as rocked forward over him. She wanted to thrust hard against him, wanted him to take her and jerk her weak body over his again and again. Legolas placed his hands on her hips, though, and held her steady. He made her roll slowly, prolonging the act.

Valawen closed her eyes. Bracing her hands on either side of him, she leaned forward and drove herself harder against him. Legolas dragged his hands up her sides and squeezed her covered breasts, teasing the hard peaks. When she groaned, he pulled her down, covering her mouth and sucking hard. She whimpered into his kiss, slowing her pace.

Their pants echoed in the quiet room as he bucked up into her. She kept her eyes locked on his as she started her quick pace again, striving for their end. Legolas' hands roamed her face and body and she could see the intent for her pleasure written in his expression.

Valawen pushed herself up, leaning back as he gripped her hips and pulled her over him. Her body was weakening and her mind spun and within moments she groaned out, succumbing to the pressure inside. Her hands gripped his tunic as she voiced her pleasure, shaking above him as he continued driving up into her sensitive warmth.

It seemed like forever before she heard Legolas groan his own pleasure. She was still trembling when he stopped pulling her body against his, her breath coming in ragged pants as she began to cool down. She felt sated and content, but in the back of the mind she knew it wouldn't last.

Leaning forward, she kissed Legolas softly and smiled, then laid down beside him. He was silent as he closed his pants and she wondered what he was thinking.

After a few moments, his hand reached out to clasp hers. Valawen knit her brow, relieved at the comforting gesture. "Do you want me to stay until you leave tomorrow?" he asked.

She turned her head to look at him. "Do you mind?" she asked softly, hoping he would.

"Not at all." He smiled and squeezed her hand, then sighed heavily. "It relieves me to no end knowing you're better. I knew you were strong enough." His eyes looked over her face as he added, "You will be happy in Valinor."

Valawen's familiar tension returned. "Yes," she said, "I hope so." Taking a deep breath, she sat up and went to the refesher to fix her hair. She could hear Legolas get up from the bed, so she called back, "I think I'm going to take a walk."

He came to the door and leaned against the threshold. "Do you want me to come with you?"

She glanced at him in the mirror as she pulled a comb through her locks. "No, I could use some time to think." Placing the comb on the counter, she met his eyes again. "If that's alright with you?"

"The palantir has been destroyed. There's no reason you can't be on your own, unless you don't feel up to it." He regarded her softly, leaning his head against the doorframe. "You seem nervous, Valawen. Are you sure you're fine?"

Turning and smiling, she nodded. "Yes. I'm just thinking on tomorrow."

Legolas returned the smile, understanding. "I am going to speak to Celeborn. If you need to find me I should be there." His fingers met her hair in a tender pet. "When will you be back from your walk?"

"I shouldn't be gone long." Valawen touched his hand, pulling it from her hair and kissing it gently. "I will see you later."

He allowed her to go.

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TBC