Invasion of Privacy

Warning for this chapter: Non-consentual explicit sex

** BOROMIR'S POINT OF VIEW **


He saw us. I don't know for how long he had been watching, whether or not he had seen the whole incident or just the finale, but it wouldn't make a difference anyway. Aragorn saw us and now I feel like I'm suffocating from his cold stare. This is the first time in my life I wished that I could just disappear into thin air. The urge to run away and hide is new to me and I don't like it at all. Of course I can't just get up and flee this place, no matter how strong the urge is, and so I just roll onto my other side, presenting Aragorn with my back. He doesn't stop watching me though. I can't see him anymore, but I feel his stare boring into me.

I close my eyes and try to calm down from the shock of being discovered. It doesn't work very well. My heart is still pounding madly, and not only because of the expert ministrations Legolas had just served. I wonder whether he knows that Aragorn had seen it. Probably he does. He is an elf with excellent senses after all, and he hadn't been half as distracted as I.

After long minutes of pondering I come to the conclusion that these encounters with Legolas have to stop. We can't go on like this. *I* can't go on like this. It's only a matter of time until the whole fellowship finds out about us and I really don't want that to happen. Maybe I would think differently if Legolas had deeper feelings for me... Maybe if he loved me, I wouldn't care about the others so much. But he doesn't, he made that clear last night. And I don't want anybody to think, to *know*, that I'm nothing but a plaything to the elf. Because that's what I am to him.illiilling body he can satisfy his carnal needs with. Nothing less, nothing more. I would lie if I said that I didn't feel abashed by this, and that's why it has to stop. Legolas may be a prince, son to the king of Mirkwood, but that doesn't mean he can do with me whatever he wants to, humiliating me in front of everybody else. After all I, too, have a title, and one does not simply use and humble the future Steward of Gondor. Legolas will have to learn that I'm not someone he can toy with in such way.

Contented with my new found confidence, I fall asleep quickly. But when Gandalf wakes me in the morning, I realise that it had been a very light and troubled sleep as I still feel worn out, my whole body hurting. I actually feel as if I hadn't slept at all this night.

Legolas on the other hand seems untroubled and serene. His movements as graceful and lissom as ever. I try to avoid watching him while we're packing our equipment, but I can't help throwing a quick glance when we finally depart from our nightly campsite. He passes me to head to the front where Gandalf is leading the way and my eyes are pinned on his slender yet strong form. His limber, dainty body... his unbelievably creamy, delicate skin... I feel a lump in my throat as I understand that I'm yearning for him already, although it's mere hours ago that I promised to never again let him touch and influence me. I had been so convinced about it last night, but now as he's striding in front of me I'm not so sure anymore...

We're walking and walking and I'm brooding and brooding until the fellowship settles down for meal. I'm still caught up in my reflections in such a strong way that I don't even notice my own exhaustion and appetite, and so I refuse to sit down with the others. I'm not in the mood for company right now. Pippin tries his best to talk me into eating with them and I have to smile at his charming attempts, but tell him no.

"I'm going yonder, to see to my armour. I think my chain-mail needs a fix," I hear my unintentionally harsh voice telling my comrades and then I turn my back on them and leave. This time I feel not only Aragorn's stare penetrating my back, but also Legolas'. The uncomfortable feeling of being observed by both of them drives me to put more distance between myself and the campsite than I had originally intended to, and suddenly I find myself out of sight and hearing range of the others.

Deep in the woods, I come to a halt next to a large tree and put my gloved hand upon the bark as if I was fearing that I could lose balance otherwise. I'm a bit dizzy indeed and as soon as I have found the little support the tree can offer, I close my eyes and inhale deeply to calm myself down and regain my composure. I'm standing like this for quite some time, and after a few more moments I sense that *he* is here.

I can't see him, my eyes are still closed. I can't hear him either. But I know he's here with me. I just know it. What I don't know is whether I'm fond of his presence or whether I'd rather hack him to pieces. All too soon he teaches me that it matters not whether or not I like it. It is not me who is to make the decisions here.

My eyes shoot open the second his hands grab my shoulders and I stare directly into his pretty face. He tries to push me into the tree but I manage to direct us past the stem and his unchecked shove knocks us both down to the ground. He lands on top of me with quite some impact, mercilessly reminding me of how amazingly supple his body feels against mine.

"Get off me!" I practically bark at him and for a second I see astonishment in his beautiful eyes. He obviously didn't expect me to be so disobedient. I can't blame him for being startled. After all I had told him last night that it was fine with me to have intimate contacts just on a physical basis... to share our bodies without obligation. But a man can change his mind, can't he?

Apparently Legolas doesn't think so. He decides to simply ignore my orst rst and bows his head in an attempt to kiss me on my mouth, but I turn my face away and fling him half off. While he clings to me with only just one hand, I roll around onto my front to get up and away with a strong, efficient movement that will shake him off completely, but when I prop myself up onto all fours I virtually rise into the unyielding lock of his arms. He leans on me wnearnearly all his weight and his chin moves to hook over my shoulder, his warm breath caressing my cheek and his fair hair cascading down to the ground in front of us. I'm trapped.

"No, Legolas... let go of me," I manage to say and to my great horror my voice is nothing more than a hoarse whisper. Again I try to free myself, but for some reason I can't get my body to develop the strength it is capable of. Instead of struggling myself out of his tight embrace, I let the elf drag me up with him until we both stand on our feet again, his chest pressing up against my back.

"You want me to stop?" he asks, but it's clear that he's not expecting an answer from me.

Not even a second later I feel one of his hands snaking its way down my stomach, determinedly aiming at the one part of my body that will definitely prove just how badly I want him to continue. Driven by despair and fury, I let myself fall forward, hoping that my weight will break his hug. I slip from his arms indeed, with such force that I almost plummet back onto the forest floor, but his reflexes are stunningly quick and before I have the chance to get out of his reach entirely, he grabs me again.

He hauls me back into his embrace, and the next thing I feel is his erect shaft pressing against my backside. He is *very* hard, and I can feel the heat of his desire on my skin, through all the layers of our clothes. I freeze in my efforts to break free and hold my breath without even wanting to. I'm no longer in command of my body and I loathe myself for that. Legolas angles his hips and pushes his groin forward, making sure that I really feel his hunger for me. He presses harder and harder against my flesh until my whole body tenses with growing desire. Then he starts rubbing his arousal against the curve of my rear and I catch myself wishing that there weren't so many clothes between us. I can't help gasping softly as he moves against me like this, each slow rub of his a little promise of greater pleasures to come.

The conflict that is raging inside of me fades continuously as I find it more and more difficult to think straight, until I finally surrender to my desire. I don't even try to hinder him when he unbuckles my belt and busy hands start to tug my garments down to my thighs. The soft breeze is cold against my skin that lies bare now, but I know it'll heat up soon. And indeed, Legolas doesn't waste any time and begins to meet my expectations right away.

I only realise that he got rid of some of his clothing as well when I feel the length of his hot and hard arousal nestling itself against my backside,wly wly pushing between my exposed buttocks. For a few moments he seems fully content with just rubbing himself against my naked skin and I have to agree that it feels rather nice indeed. But nice is not enough, not for either one of us, and I don't have to wait long until Legolas intensifies our encounter. One of his hands that are clasped to my sides lets go of me I f I feel him shift behind me as he again angles his hips, guiding himself to a more secret place of my body.

I can't suppress a soft pant when the tip of his erection touches my opening. It is so hard yet so gentle and smooth, and also hot and moist. I brace myself for the ultimate assault on my backside, holding my breath and waiting for him to shove into me, but he doesn't. Instead, he starts to slowly stroke me with the slick head of his member, gently spreg hig his essences on my most intimate regions. It feels like nothing I have ever experienced before and I release a few soft moans when his teasing gentleness becomes almost unbearable.

The tenderness is only temporary though. Very soon, *too* soon, he pushes forward, demanding entrance. I try to relax, to let him pass and fuse with me, but I can't. My muscles tense involuntarily and deny him access to my body although I long for the feeling of him inside me. I probably would have told him to pay no attention to the protests of my body and to just take me without consideration, but I remain silent because I know that's exactly what he will do anyhow.

Legolas doesn't contradict my presumptions. He's obviously not at all impressed with my body's denial as he pushes harder and harder until his patience comes to an end and his hands clench my hips to draw me back into his not so gentle thrust. I can't help jerking when he breaches the tensedg ofg of muscle, sending a flash of burning pain through my nether regions, but I don't make one single sound. While I am concentrating on biting back a moan of agony he proceeds. His hips push, pressing him into me, and his hands pull, sliding me onto him, and before I have the chance to acclimate to the harsh invasion, he is in all the way, buried inside of me as deeply as he can go.

Then he starts moving. He's energetic, forceful and commanding, in perfect control of not only his but also my body. He leads me through our rough and hasty coupling, directing my weakened form in positions that please him most. The sound of his fevered pants is enough to make me abandon myself willingly, letting him bend me as he wishes. When he's finally fully content with the arrangement he has guided us into, his hands start to travel over my body.

"I want to touch you too..." I somehow rasp out.

"Later," he replies in a rushed moan and leans forward, pressing himself onto my moist back. Simultaneously, he runs his slender, long fingers down my arms, grabs my wrists and gathers them together to pin them onto the forest ground in front of us.

"But -"

"I said later," he interrupts and then silences me with thrusts that drive into me with such sharp harshness that it takes my breath away. Tears spring to my eyes and I squeeze them shut instantly, too proud to let even one of them slip. I wonder whether he would stop if he knew the pain he causes me... if he were to know how I feel this very moment. I wonder how he would react if I told him what was going on in my mind and how I truly felt about him... I will never know because I will never ever let that happen. I won't lay my feelings bare in front of anybody, and certainly not in front of Legolas. While he pumps into me faster and faster, his hands clenching and unclenching my scorching and sweating skin, I swear to myself that this will be the last time I allow him to use me.

When he climaxes inside of me an unexpectedly short time later, a plainly beautiful moan slipping from his mouth and his hands almost crushing my wrists, I know he will have me again, as often as he wishes. Because I will never be able to deny him.

A few weeks ago, I let myself in for this game, convinced that I would gain from it. I had thought I'd obtain pleasure, delight, satisfaction... maybe even love.

Now I realise this is *his* game, he alone sets the rules.

And Legolas alone is the winner.