In the Middle of Middle-Earth

In the Middle of Middle-Earth

Chapter 3

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 th Dis Disclaimer: LOTR is not mine! Who knew?!


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Faramir grinned as Aragorn concluded his story of the night before. "Sounds like it went smoothly," he said, "Was she worth it?"

Aragorn laughed and leaned back in his chair. "Yes, she was. Beautiful little thing. I'd say she's worth even another round."

"You don't say," said Faramir, raising an eyebrow, "Well, I never tire of trying something new. I've never screwed an elf before."

Aragorn smirked. "Nothing quite like it, but I don't think you're going to get anywhere with her." At Faramir's questioning stare, Aragorn continued, "She's young and she's naive. I don't think she'd approve of becoming the Rivendell whore."

Faramir laughed and nodded. "You're probably right. She doesn't seem the type." He was silent for a moment, then an amused light came over his eyes. "There are ways around that."

Aragorn pursed his lips. He really preferred not to share, but Faramir was keeping secrets for him. He decided maybe he should wear out his fun on her first, before Faramir had a chance to get in on it.

"You managed to keep it quiet from Arwen?" asked Faramir. Aragorn nodded non-committally. He had kept it quiet from her, but he really didn't like to be reminded of it.

The next silence was broken by Boromir entering the room. He looked at both of them with nothing short of distaste. "Why are you in here?" he asked, "I've been looking everywhere." He clenched his jaw when Aragorn and Faramir grinned at each other. "Elrond has set out a party to meet those from Lothlorien. He wants us to discuss our plans for guarding Rivendell."

Aragorn sighed and got up slowly. "Lead the way, Boromir." Faramir followed suit. They both followed Boromir out of the garden shed and towards the meeting hall.

All three were discus who who would be on the front lines when they passed by Legolas. Being an elf, he was very quick to give Aragorn a quick punch in the ribs before continuing on his way like nothing had happened.

Aragorn wheezed and looked back at the elf. "What's his problem?" he said angrily. Boromir looked confused, but Faramir only raised an eyebrow.

"Maybe he knows," he said as Aragorn stood up straight.

Boromir glared at both of them. "Knows what?"

Aragorn shot Faramir a warning look before saying, "Nothing", and continuing towards the hall.

*

Valawen was sitting in the garden when Boromir, mir,mir, and Aragorn walked by. She wasn't sure what to do; part of her wanted to jump up and grab him, and the other part of her wanted to crawl away under a rock. So she just sat still and watched them go by. At the last second Aragorn winked and grinned at her, and she felt herself blush. What happened was definitely a good thing, no matter how much Legolas tried to make her feel bad about it.

She became irritated at the thought of her brother. He always took things too seriously. She didn't understand why he would react so unkindly towards the news of she and Aragorn...unless it was because of Arwen. Valawen sighed. Maybe he felt she had betrayed Arwen. One side of her realized that that was true.

But it was just a one-time thing, she told herself. A secret between two people. She ached to have Aragorn again, but she knew that that would be impossible. She was happy with what she got. This was indeed a very good trip.

Valawen spent the rest of the morning, and some of the afternoon, wandering the grounds. The place was very quiet. She didn't even see the hobbits, and that was quite unusual. She didn't find out where everyone had been until she literally bumped into Faramir and another as sas she rounded a corner in the lounge.

"Oh, I'm sorry," she said, having been nearly knocked on her feet. Faramir had reached out and grabbed her arms before she fell. "I didn't hear you coming."

Faramir smiled down at her, but the other man looked dour. "It's my fault entirely, my dear," he said, quickly straightening her hair behind her ear. Valawen shivered a little at that surprising touch. "Boromir, this is Legolas' sister, Valawen. This is her first time visiting Rivendell. Valawen, this is my brother Boromir."

The older man nodded curtly to Valawen as he looked her over. "Nice to meet you," she said, crossing her arms. She felt strangely sensitive under his stare. He seemed to be looking right through her.

"You as well," saoromoromir, "I wasn't aware that Legolas had a sister."

"Yes, well, I don't think he mentions me often," she said, a little annoyed. "Have you seen him, by the way? I've been looking all over."

"He's probably still back in the meeting hall. We just got out," replied Faramir, "And it's about time, too. I'm famished. Would you care to join us for a late lunch, Valawen?"

Valawen noticed Boromir's expression flicker momentarily, but she decided to pay it no attention. "No, thank you," she said, smiling her best polite smile, "I've eaten. And I really must find Legolas."

Faramir nodded. "If you must," he said, then he winked as he and Boromir left her. Valawen frowned as they walked away. Boromir was nothing like his brother, that was for sure.

Shghedghed and headed toward the meeting hall, feeling more irritated by the second. Upon hearing where Legolas was, she had remembered that he had promised to tell her what the big secret around Rivendell was. And he hadn't. She was determined to get that out of him, as well as an apology.

She saw him standing at the far end of the hall, staring out a window. Looking around, she expected to see Aragorn, but was disappointed when it seemed he had already left. Even Elrond was gone.

"Legolas," she said softly, hoping her tone would help him feel inclined to speak to her. She felt vaguely annoyed when he didn't even turn around.

She decided a more pushy stance was in order. She walked around in front of him and waved a hand in his face. "Hello?" she said, her voice plainly mocking, "Are you ever going to speak to me again?"

All she got was a quick glare, and he returned to looking out the window. She sighed. "Look, Legolas, it's over and done with. I'm not sure why you're so upset, but if it's because of Arwen then I'm sorry. I feel bad. I do. But there's nothing I can do about it now, and giving me the silent treatment isn't going to make it go away."

She was relieved when he turned his eyes to hers, even if he looked in the mood to kill. "It's not because of Arwen," he said, quietly, "though what you did to her can never be forgiven." She nodded softly and turned her eyes away momentarily. Looking back, she found that Legolas' face was sad. "I'm upset because he took advantage of you."

Valawen frowned. "He didn't take advantage of me," she said, wanting that to be clear, "I wasn't coerced."

Legolas sighed, too tired of the whole thing to feel any more discomfort at having this discussion with his sister. "You were," he said, "You just don't realize it."

Valawen wasn't sure what he was talking about, but decided against starting a fight about it. "If you're mad at him, then why are you taking it out on me?" she asked instead.

Legolas shrugged and looked back out the window. "I don't know. I think I was hoping you'd know better."

"Well, obviously I don't," she replied, her tone clipped. "Deal with it." When he didn't respond, she growled at his stubborness and left, not caring if they ever made up or not.


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Valawen spent the rest of the day alone in her room. She knew she was sulking, but she didn't care. If he wanted to talk to her, he could very easily find her.

So, while she waited, she layed down on her bed and alternating between reading and reliving the night past. She found she spent less time on the book. It was not yet nightfall when she heard a knock on her door.

Sure it would be Legolas, she glared at it for a few seconds before going to open it. She'd make him wait in pain before allowing him to apologize.

She stood by the door for a few long moments before deciding he had suffered enough. Upon opening the door, she was surprised to find not a shameful Legolas, but a smiling Aragorn.

"Oh," she said, opening the door wider, "I'm sorry. I thought you were someone else."

"Competition?" he smirked, winking, as he walked by her and into the room. It was then she noticed that he was carrying a tray of food. She closed the door and smiled, remembering that she hadn't yet had dinner.

"No competiton," she said, staring at the tray with interest, "You brought me food."

Aragorn smiled at her grin. "I did. I noticed you weren't at dinner, so I thought I'd bring you something," he said, then paused, "Is there a reason you weren't at dinner?"

Valawen pulled the fork out of her mouth at the question. "No, no reason," she said, chewing, "Just having an arguement with my stupid brother."

Aragorn's eyes shadowed a little, but he smiled as he sat down across from her on her vanity stool. "Anything you want to talk about?"

She looked at him as she took a drink of water. She would've loved to complain about Legolas, but she didn't think Aragorn would be the best audience. "No," she said, smiling, "It's nothing important. Thank you for the food," she added, hoping to change the subject, "It's delicious."

Aragorn nodded. "I think the hobbits made it," he said off-handedly, but Valawen's nose curled a little. He watched her eat, and soon she felt a little bit of a flush starting up her body. Aragorn was looking very good.

"Is there something else you wanted?" she asked, finishing her dinner. She set the tray aside and cocked her head. "Are you here for dessert?" She rolled her eyes at her own attempt at flirting.

Aragorn laughed, though, and she grinned at that. "Are you offering?" he asked, a glint in his eye.

Valawen shifted on the bed. "I enjoyed last night, Aragorn, but I feel bad," she looked up, "about Arwen."

Sighing, he got up from his stool and went to sit beside Valawen. He nodded slowly, and then said, "I know. I do, too. But Arwen and I...we're having problems. And that's nothing for you to be concerned about. It's my choice to be here with you, darling, and I do want to be here with you." He absently stroked her hand as he talked, and Valawen felt herself swallow heavily.

"I'm glad you're here," she said, smiling. She bit her lip as his eyes raked over her. She felt so small in his presence. She wanted to be covered by him.

He moved the hair away from her face and kissed her deeply. His mouth was rough and needy, quite different from the soft kisses of last night, but Valawen wasn't complaining. She wrapped her arms around his shoulders and kissed him back, matching him for need.

Valawen gasped when he tore his lips from hers and began trailing kisses down her neck. She giggled a little at the feeling of his face against her skin. He hadn't shaved. He heard her laugh and bit her neck softly, grinning when he got a jump and a small gasp out of her.

Aragorn pulled his head back and smiled as he unbuttoned her blouse. She flushed under his gaze, feeling so impatient at his slow removal of her clothes. He was obviously playing with her.

When her shirt was finally open, she pushed him down on the bed and scooted him up until she was lying over top of him. "It's my turn to make you happy," she said, straddling him and beginning to open his shirt.

"Anything you want, doll," he replied, settling back and resting his hands behind his head. He watched her carefully as she began to fumble with his belt, and she laughed when she finally managed to pull it out of the loops.

He grinned as she tossed it aside. Pulling his hands from behind him, he laid them on Valawen's thighs and began massaging. "How about you undress for me?" he said, pulling at the fabric of her dress.

Valawen shivered, nervous but strangely aroused by his request. She pulled her skirt down and stepped over it, then settled back upon Aragorn's lap. Pulling the shirt from her body, she noticed his massages becoming more insistent. She could feel him beneath her. She tossed the shirt off the bed and leaned down to kiss him.

He bit against her mouth as his hands travelled up her back and to her bra. He fumbled with the mechanism for a few moments before undoing it and slipping the garment from her body.

His hands roamed to her breasts as they kissed, and when he began kneading Valawen kissed him deeper, pushing her tongue downwards into his wanting mouth. She felt dizzy by his touch and his taste, and wasn't sure if she could sit upright again.

She kissed her way down his body, tasting the saltiness of his skin. She stopped at his pants aulleulled them down off his body. She licked her lips as she took off her own underwear, and then knelt back over Aragorn again.

She kissed him heatedly and then maneuvered herself so she slipped over him. Valawen swallowed heavily and pushed herself down until he was completely inside her. Aragorn groaned deeply, closing his eyes and running his palms up Valawen's body.

Bracing herself on his chest, Valawen closed her eyes and sat up as best she could, rocking slowly, trying to get a rhythm. Aragorn hissed in a breath as she pulled upward and readjusted, and she opened her eyes to see him grin as she moved forward again. His hands moved roughly over her body, caressing her legs and abdomen, and then violently grabbed her waist and pushed her back so she gasped in a mixture of pain and pleasure.

She looked at him with wide eyes and he grinned and pulled her back towards him, arching himself so he went deep inside her, and Valawen cried out at the intense feelings burning through her body. She leaned over him as he thrust, unable to hold herself up, and he took the opportunity to flip her onto her back.

Aragorn buried his face in her shoulder as he wrapped an arm around Valawen's waist and caged her to him. He growled in her ear, his breath husky and sharp, matching each thrust into her body. His other hand slid down her leg and pulled her thigh up, allowing him better access. Valawen arched her neck back and he began sucking at her flesh. "You like that, beautiful?" he whispered hoarsely, closing his eyes and kissing her jawline. "Does that feel good?"

Valawen's senses were swirling. "God, yes," she said, her voice sharp with bliss. Aragorn attacked her mouth with his, kissing her forcefully as his thrusts increased. She could feel herself weakening. Curling her legs around his, she let herself go, putting a voice to her pleasure.

"Good girl," groaned Aragorn, losing his rhythm and pushing frantically into her. He came quickly, gently biting into Valawen's neck as he did so.

Valawen breathed heavily as Aragorn pulled from her and sprawled out beside her. She barely had enough strength to cover herself, but she was grinning nonetheless. She turned her head to look at Aragorn, but his eyes were closed. So instead of speaking, she pulled herself close to him and draped an arm over his chest.

Aragorn's breathing was deep and rhythmic. Valawen closed her eyes to prepare for sleep, but immediately found her source of heat missing.

"Something wrong?" Valawen asked as Aragorn got up off the bed and began searching for his clothes. She sat up and looked at him apprehensively. He seemed to be in a hurry.

Pulling on his pants, he finally looked her in the eye and grinned, "Nothing at all, love. I just can't stay."

"Oh," she replied, pulling the covers a little tighter around her body, "Not even for a while?" Her voice sounded so quiet compared to the noise Aragorn was making getting dressed.

"Sorry," he said, pulling on his shirt, "There's somewhere I have to be."

Valawen glanced out the window. "At this hour?"

Aragorn did up his belt and sighed dramatically. "C'mon, honey, just because we screwed each other doesn't mean you have to start nagging." He shook his head and chuckled. "I'll see you around." And before she could reply, he was gone.

*

The next morning, Valawen saw neither Legolas nor Aragorn, and she was pretty sure this was a good thing. She ate breakfast in silence and then set out for a stroll, hoping to spend the day alone and brooding.

On her way down the path she saw Elrond sitting on a bench on the far side of the garden. Great, she thought, but realized that there was no way around him and it would look silly if she turned back, so she took a deep breath and walked purposefully by.

"Valawen," he said, and she cursed under her breath. Stopping, she turned around and put a smile on her face.

"Elrond, hello," she said, "I'm sorry, I must have been distracted. I didn't see you there."

"Of course," he said, and then gestured to the seat beside him, "Please, would you join me?"

Valawen took a few tentative steps forward, but her eyes darted down the path, "Actually, I was just on my way somewhere..."

Elrond interrupted her. "Please, Valawen," he said, smiling, and she couldn't say no. She walked over and sat down beside him, feeling vaguely irritated at how calm and serene he looked.

His eyes drifted to hers, and Valawen softened at the expression. There was nothing but caring in those eyes. "I want to apologize for our dinner," he said, "I was not my usual pleasant self." He smirked, and looked grateful when she returned a shy smile.

"It's alright," she said, "I wasn't exactly very friendly. But it was a lovely dinner, and I thank you." She could feel herself become a little happier while talking to Elrond. He almost made her forget about last night.

Almost, but obviously not enough for a perceptive elf to recognize something was amiss. "Are you alright?" he asked, and Valawen sighed, "You seem a little sad."

Smiling politely, she tried to convey througr eyr eyes how much she did not want to talk about it. "Just a rough night," she said, "I'm a little tired."

Elrond nodded, searching her face with his eyes. Valawen held herself steady, hoping that he would leave it be. The expression on his face told her that he knew there was more to it than that. "If you need to talk, Valawen, you know where I live." He smiled again, that smile that made her feel nothing but bashfulness, and she couldn't help but return it.

"Thank you," she said, taking that opportunity to get up from the bench. "I appreciate it," she added sincerely, and then headed off along the path.

Valawen sighed, feeling guilty about wanting to be alone. But she couldn't help herself. She felt cold at the way Aragorn had treated her, and almost felt worse when thinking that Legolas will tell her that he told her so. But she knew Aragorn hadn't taken advantage of her; the attitude that he had, that must've been what Eowyn had been referring to. She growled to herself when she realized that Eowyn had probably experienced that attitude first-hand.

She wrapped her arms around herself and trudged forward, stopping only when she noticed she was at the front gates of Rivendell. Valawen huffed and walked right through them, purposefully not caring if there were any dangers outside Rivendell's borders.

She walked along the fenceline, following a recent path. The brush was longer than inside the city, so she had to concentrate on stepping over everything. Once in a while her gown became snared by a thistle, and she yanked the material furiously until it came loose. When the dress became tangled by a branch, she bent over and mumbled to herself while unravelling the material.

She nearly screamed when she stood back up and a towering figure was looming over her. "Dear God," she gasped, jerking back into the wall, "You scared me."

Boromir merely raised an eyebrow. "I thought elves were supposed to have superior hearing." Valawen thought that he looked a little haughty when saying this.

She took a deep breath and calmed herself. "We do," she said irritably, "but I was distracted."

The man in front of her smirked. "This is no place for a...distracted young elf such as yourself," he said, a small smile creeping at his lips, "These woods can be dangerous."

Valawen stepped forward from the wall, intent on showing that she wasn't afraid of a bunch of trees. "I am not a child," saidsaid, glaring at him, "I can take care of myself."

Boromir laughed, and Valawen was a little taken aback by that. "I'm sure you can," he said, grabbing ahold of her arm and dragging her back towards the gates, "But your brother would not be pleased to hear that I had left you to your...own devices."

Valawen cursed and yanked her arm back trying to free herself, but Boromir was strong and only tightened his hold. So she did the only thing she could think of; she went limp.

Boromir stumbled when her dead weight jerked him downward. He let go and looked down at the elf, lying in the branches, arms crossed, staring at him with a glare nothing short of deadly. "This is something a child would do, you know that, right?" he asked, head tilted. He crossed his arms and smiled, "I'm taking you back, whether you like it or not. It is not safe out here."

Valawen sneered at him. "What do you care, anyways? I can go where I please. And, for your information, Legolas would be very upset to hear that you manhandled me." She was mad and she was not going to go quietly.

Boromir laughed again, and that just irked Valawen further. "Legolas would be very upset to hear that I let his darling sister get eaten by crazy elves. Now get up or I'm going to carry you."

She frowned, confused and annoyed by him talking. "Crazy elves? What are you on?" she said, then leaned her head back and stared at the wall behind her. "I'm not getting up, so you can just stop threatening me and leave."

She heard Boromir sigh, then squeaked when she felt strong arms grab hers. She maniacally slapped her hands around, trying to dislodge him, but he quite easily hauled her up and deposited her over his shoulder. Valawen shrieked and kicked and thumped on his back, but only succeeded in hurting her fists because of his armour. Her legs were held down by his arm.

After a minute or so of attempting to get loose, Valawen gave up and surrendered to being carried back to Rivendell like a child. "I'm getting dizzy," she huffed, glaring at the ground below, "and your armour is digging into my stomach."

"Just be quiet, princess, and relax. It's not much further." Valawen could tell that he was very amused by her position.

She tried crossing her arms, but gravity kept pulling them down, so she instead spent her time complaining about Boromir's clothes. "They're filthy," she said, curling her nose up in disgust, "Did you fall in the mud or something?"

Boromir pinched her calf lightly and chuckled at her yelp and disgruntled swearing. She tried kicking, but he had no problems holding her still.

When they finally arrived at the gates, Boromir slowly slid her off his shoulder. She jerked away, muttered "Asshole", and then started off in the other direction. Boromir was quick to lunge and grab her before she went far.

"Fuck off," she said, pulling away, "I'm not going back in there."

Boromir was very irritated. "What is your problem, elf?" he said, once again grabbing her arm and yanking her into Rivendell, "You're reallkingking me wish I had left you to be cannibalized." He glared at her as she stomped along with him. His eyes were very intense, but Valawen matched him easily.

"You're nuts," she said, falling into step with him, "You know, you can't keep me in here. Sooner or later I'll get out again."

He gazed at her, amazement in his eyes, "You are so pretentious," he said, as if something just dawned on him. "Are you always like this?"

"Yes," she snarled, and he only shook his head as he tossed her onto the grass in front of him. She frowned and got up, wiping the dirt off her dress. "You've done your duty," she said sarcastically, "You've saved the princess. You can go now."

Boromir looked her over and smirked. "What, not even a thankyou?" He stuck his lower lip out in feigned puppy-dog fashion. He laughed pleasantly when she gave him the finger.

He kept chuckling as she bent down to clean off her shoes, but when his laughing ceased abruptly she looked up and saw what had quieted him - about 30 horses, all with elves upon them, had entered Rivendell's gates. She recognized some of the outlying elves; they were from this city. But most of them were unfamiliar to her, and looked different than those she was used to. These elves were much lighter in colour, all blonde, and had an air of mystery to them.

Valawen walked closer as the party came forward, but Boromir held out an arm to stop her. She glared at him for a moment, but didn't pass him. Instead she stared as they passed, very interested in who they were and why they were there. Then she saw him. Boromir stiffened at her sudden intake of breath at his ear. In the very centre of the group was a stately elf, dark-haired, and she knew him. It was Elrond. oromoromir glared at the passing party. Valawen looked to him, to see if he recognized Elrond, but the human's eyes were filled with distrust and loathing. She looked back at dark elf and found herself gripping the cloth of Boromir's shirt when he gazed back at her. This elf wasn't Elrond. His eyes held nothing peaceful in them. He looked at Valawen attentively, and smiled as she broke from his stare. She only looked back up when the last of the horses was passing.

"Who was that?" she asked breathlessly. She could feel Boromir relax slightly now that the group was further off.

He let his arm fall from in front of Valawen and took a deep breath. "Crazy elves," he said, meeting her eyes, then he smirked and pulled her hand off his shirt. "You should go inside. With them here," he said, motioning down the path, "It is not safe for anyone."

With one last parting glare, Boromir turned and followed the now distant group of horses. Valawen watched him for a few seconds, very confused, and then set back out through the gardens to look for Legolas.

*

TBC