Broken Hearts

Broken Hearts

Chapter 3
Author: Frosty the Kingpin
Codes: Legolas, Haldir, Elrond, Thranduil, OC, AU, N/C, INC
Rated: NC-17
Summary: During talks of combining Mirkwood and Imladris into one force, a relationship takes a downward spiral.

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She arrived home quite late, having spent most of the day with Haldir. She wared,red, but in a good way. It had been a long while since she had had a day of exercise and enjoyment.

It was dark now as she pushed open the door to her rooms. Moving around carefully, she lit candles to light what the moonlight did not. Drawing the drapes, she made her way to the bed to find her night-clothes.

"Where have you been?"

The quiet voice scared her. She jumped back, looking up on the bed to the form that spoke. She hadn't noticed him there before he questioned her. "Legolas?" she exclaimed, feeling angry that he would scare her like that, "What are you doing here?"

The moonlight swept over his face as he leaned forward. "I was worried about you."

As her eyes adjusted to the light, he became more apparent to her. His face held an expression of irritation. "Worried? Have you been here all day?"

"No," he said as he stood, "I looked for you. When I couldn't find you, I came here. Where were you?"

His obsessiveness made her mad. "Honestly, that is none of your business."

When she moved to walk by him, he caught her by the arm. Gently, he pulled her back in front of him. "You're under my guard, Tári. Everything you do is my business."

Pulling her arm from his grasp, she snapped, "I'm not a prisoner, Legolas. Father didn't mean for you to treat me as one."

She stormed past him angrily, grabbing her nightclothes and heading to the bathroom. As she changed, she could hear the door to her room open and shut, and relief washed over her that he had left. Part of her couldn't help but feel guilty for upsetting him, but she knew he was in the wrong this time.

Feeling the anger ebb away to be replaced by weariness, she opened the door and prepared to move to her bed. She again jumped back, though, when Legolas' form blocked her way.

"Legolas!" she growled, biting back her anger, "I thought you left."

He stood unmoving in her path. "I only locked the door."

Tári frowned, annoyed, and pushed past him. "Well, now you can unlock it and get out."

He narrowed his eyes and watched her as she turned down the sheets. Feeling his eyes upon her, she turned and crossed her arms, waiting for him to leave.

"I want to know where you were tonight."

Exasperated, she decided to let him know what he kept asking for. "I was with Haldir."

He didn't look happy. "Why?"

"What is the matter with you?" she asked sharply, "Are you jealous that I spent time with someone else?"

"I am upset because you avoided me!" He stepped forward as his eyes grew angry.

Furious, she refused to back down. "You're trying to control me! I had no choice but to avoid you! Now get the hell out of my room!"

He was quick to respond. Tári didn't even register his movement until his hand impacted with her face. Shocked, she stumbled back and looked up at him with wide, frightened eyes. Her cheek began to sting.

"Never speak to me like that again," he said quietly.

She felt sick and dazed. "You hit me," she said, standing up to her full height, can\can't believe you hit me."

"You gave me no choice."

Tári had never before heard him speak so oddly. She began to feel scared. "What's wrong with you?" she asked, breathlessly.

He walked up to her and brushed her hair from her face. Tilting her head up, he looked at her cheek and touched it gently. "Don't worry so muchu wou won't bruise."

Slapping his hand away, she took a step back. "I want you to leave."

Legolas blinked softly and looked to the door. "No. Not tonight."

Fear caused her heart to pound in her chest. She couldn't understand what was wrong with him. If he wasn't going to leave, she was sure he would hit her some more. When Tári made a move for the door, though, his hand caught her shoulder.

She stopped and looked up at him. "What do you want?"

His eyes moved over her body, and she felt herself tense. "I want you to understand. You need to realize that you should never do anything without my...supervision."

"I don't belong to you, Legolas," she said, trying to reason with him, "I'm your sister."

His blue eyes flickered in the candlelight. "You're more than that."

When his thumb began to rub over her collarbone in a smooth motion, realization dawned on her. Her eyes welled as the dream she had entered her mind in full force. "What are you doing?"

He didn't answer, instead taking hold of her arm and pulling her towards the bed. Her entire body tensed and she jerked back, but he was strong in his hold.

"Stop it, Legolas!" she said, panicking, "What are you doing?"

"Shhhhhh," he replied, holding her tight against him. Pulling her arms back, he gently pressed her down to the bed, then crawled up over top of her. Tári froze, not fighting, waiting to see what he would do.

He let go of her arms as he straddled her lower back. When she rested them down on the bed, he swept the hair back from her neck and leaned down close to her face. "Don't be frightened, my love."

"What's wrong with you?" she growled as his finger traced her ear, "I want you to get off me. Now."

Smiling, he got off her body and rolled her onto her back. "Is that better?"

The sparkle in his eyes did nothing to calm her fears. Hoping speed would help, she bolted up from the bed, but she wasn't fast enough. Strong arms gripped her hips and threw her back down on the bed, surprising her long enough for him to crawl over her again and straddle her midsection.

Tári punched at his chest, fighting against the hands that tried to grab hers. He won quickly, forcing them down to the bed.

"Now, Tári," he said, his breath heavy, "If you do that again, I'll have to tie you down."

His face was close to hers and she watched as his intense gaze travelled along her face. The hope that this was merely some sick game began to fade. "Why are you doing this?" she whispered, shaking in his grasp.

Legolas' quiet voice filled her senses. "I've watched you, ever since I returned. You grew into a beautiful maiden, much to my...joy. Do you know how long I've thought about tasting you?"

"Listen to me," she breathed, clenching her fists, "You're going to hurt me. Please don't. Please don't do this."

"I love you," he replied tenderly, "I would never hurt you unless you left me no choice." Tári trembled as he released one of her wrists and ran his hand down her arm. He brushed over the thin nightshirt and cupped her breast gently, but firmly. "Are you going to leave me no choice?"

Her mind was spinning with questions and options about what to do. She had never seen him like this, never heard him speak in such a way. It scared her like nothing else ever had. Still, though, she would not allow him to just do this.

Slowly, Tári drew her hand into a fist. "I won't let you," she growled, swinging at his face. He was quick, though, blocking her punch easily and forcing her arm back to the bed. "No!" she cried, struggling as best she could beneath him, "Let me go!"

There was a swift release of her arm before her cheek shot down to the bed. He didn't wait, hitting her again until she calmed her movements. "If I have to knock you out, I will," he hissed when she stopped struggling.

Looking up at him through wet eyes, she spat, "I wish you would. You're sick!"

Smiling, Legolas maneuvered her so one hand held both wrists above her head. With his other hand free, he clenched her face and held her steady. Before she took take a breath in, he forced his mouth over hers, biting at her full lips. She tried to cry out, but that only allowed him to mold his tongue against hers, kissing her deep and rough. When he finally released her face and pulled back, she was breathless.

Legolas licked his lips thoughtfully. "You taste like honey."

The tears that welled her eyes began to slip down her red cheeks. Her head spun from the abuse and the emotions conflicting within her. She knew he was stronger than she was, and part of her was afraid to fight back. Sliding a hand up her nightshirt, he watched her face carefully and smiled when she inhaled sharply at his playful touch. He pinched her breast, then molded it gently in his hand, captivated by her response.

"Legolas," she said, her voice hoarse, "If you do this, Father will never forgive you."

The backs of his fingers rubbed her flesh insistently. "Father won't find out."

She blinked up at him as her cheeks began to blush from his touch. "I'll tell him."

Placing a chaste kiss upon her lips, he smiled broadly. "No you won't. You'll never be able to speak about this to anyone."

Her heart pounded in her chest as she realized he could very likely be right. How could she speak of such a thing to anyone? He did not allow her to respond as he pressed his lips against hers again. She tried to move away, but his mouth was eager and hungry and soon he won past her lips, dipping into the heated darkness within.

Tári moaned beneath him as he pushed his hips along hers. She could feel his hardness growing, and it sickened her.

His face was flushed when he drew away. "Just lie still," he breathed, pulling his hand from her shirt and swiftly gripping the hem of her pants, yanking them down her legs. She reacted without thinking, jerking up and grabbing for them. A hard shove to her shoulder sent her back down to the bed.

Warm fingers slid into her lace panties. Panicking, she sat up again and grabbed at his hands. "Stop it, please!"

One of his hands darted out to her throat, easing her back down to the bed. "Lie still," he repeated, his eyes cold. She swallowed heavily as the grip on her throat eased up.

Sniffing, Tári closed her eyes and allowed him to pull the fabric from her hips. Her hands clenched and unclenched as she heard him remove his own clothes. She couldn't look, opening her eyes and staring at the ceiling instead. The candlelight cast a warm, orange glow that made her dizzy.

When a hand touched her abdomen, she jerked back. He gripped her legs, though, pulling her back towards him and caging her down to the bed. When she struggled, he hit her across the face, slamming her cheek down to the bed.

Her neck muscles screamed in pain. With weak arms, she pushed at Legolas' shoulders, looking up at him with wet, pleading eyes. She saw no compassion there, though, as he pushed her legs apart and laid down on top of her.

Tári's breath became ragged when he forced himself inside her body. Trembling as he groaned in pleasure, she felt every muscle in her body tense in pain. She couldn't believe this was actually happening.

His eyelashes fluttered against his skin when he rested on. Ho. Hot breath hit her cheek and she froze, unable to move. Even if she fought back now, it still happened.

"My beautiful sister," he whispered, cupping her face and kissing her gently. She remained still as he probed her mouth with his tongue, tasting her in a way she hoped only a lover would. His His eyes were upon her when he pulled his hips back, driving forward again without concern for her comfort. Tears fell down her cheeks as she tried in vain not to cry. Whimpers of disbelief escaped her lips as he thrust into her aching body over and over again, his pace increasing with each passing moment.

She didn't want to touch him. Lowering her hands, she clenched at the blankets instead, closing her eyes as well so she wouldn't have to see his expression of lust. It made her stomach turn, what he was doing to her.

His mouth pressed against her cheek as he bit softly at her jawline, licking the stray tears that moistened her skin. A hand ran down her side and gripped her leg, easing it up so he could move better inside her. She laid still, praying it would end soon.

His warm body began to tense as his movements grew erratic. Tári held her breath, knowing he would succumb quickly. Legolas' breath and fervent groans were harsh in her ears as he jerked steadily into her, then emptied in one heated thrust. She exhaled shakily as his sweat-moistened body fell on hers.

She hadn't even noticed, during the act, how sensitive her own flesh had become. As he gently pulled from her, she bit her lip at how sharp the feelings were within her abdomen. "That's my girl," he whispered, moving to sit beside her. A hand rested on her knee. "I told you I wouldn't hurt you."

Her throat constricted in disgust. Her body was cooling quickly, but she couldn't make herself move away from him. Closing her eyes against fresh tears, she listened as he stood and began to dress.

Instinctually, she draped her arm over her breasts and curled her legs up. "I expect you to let me know who you're with from now on," he said, looking down at her, "I worry when I don't know where you are."

Anger surged in her. Gritting her teeth, not looking at him, she hissed, "Get out."

He laughed softly. "I will see you tomorrow."

When he left and closed the door behind him, Tári sat up, shaking with fury. Too many emotions conflicted in her as she stood and padded to the sink. Her face was red and her eyes puffy. Her body ached as though she had been beaten.

After washing, she didn't bother dressing before walking back to her bed and collapsing on top of it. Her mind and body were worn so badly she couldn't even cry. Closing her eyes, trying not to replay what happened in her mind, she tried to lose herself in the darkness of the night.

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TBC