The Lost

The Lost

Chapter 5
Author: Frosty the Dairy Cow
Rated: NC-17
Codes: Elrond, Legolas, Aragorn, Haldir, Galadriel, OC, AU, N/C
Summary: After the defeat of Sauron, Elves and Men go to war. The reason, though, is not so clear. Contains real plot.
Notes: Elvish translations are at the end of each chapter.
Disclaimer: LOTR is not mine. Bleh.
Thanks to those who have reviewed!!! I like reviews.

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Anólindë looked up to the sky. It was past midday already, and she had had no luck finding Elrond. The elves who were still in Lorien were no help, and when she had gone to the temporary guardian of Galadriel, he had sent her away. The forest was large and Anólindë knew Elrond sometimes took walks deep into the woods. She could not see him doing such a thing at this time, though, and decided to try their home before setting out along the paths.

Daylight lit the cabin when she opened the door to find Elrond sitting upon the unmade bed. "There you are," she said, exasperated, "I have been looking everywhere for you."

He did not seem surprised to see her. "I have been here," he said, standing and moving behind Anólindë, closing the door. "I was looking for you."

He seemed quiet and calm, but there was no smile upon his lips. She frowned. "Is something wrong?" she asked, following him as he made his way back to the bed.

"I could ask you the same question," he ied.ied. She knit her brows as she noticed something on the bed. When Elrond picked it up and turned to her, she understood his distant demeanor.

"Do not look at me like that," she said, taking Legolas' quiver from him and placing it on a table, "You are wrong in your assumptions."

He crossed his arms and looked at her defiantly. "Tell me, what are my assumptions?"

Anólindë was not amused by this. He was looking to make it difficult instead of just asking what happened. So she turned back to him, raising her chin. "You assume I am having an affair. You are mistaken."

"I am glad to hear that," he replied, "Would you care to then tell me why there are so many hints of there being another man here?"

She smirked slightly, more out of annoyance than anything else. "Because there was," she said, crossing her own arms, "I took care of one of the injured elves. He stayed the night." At his raised eyebrows, she continued, "I slept elsewhere."

"I thought I made it clear to you thou wou were not to consort with them." His eyes flashed in anger. "What if this elf had been dangerous? You could have been killed!"

Anólindë ran her hand through her hair. "Elrond," she said, shaking her head and looking up at him, "I love you, but I am not under your rule. This elf was not dangerous."

His eyes softened as he approached her, touching his hand to her face. "I only want you safe," he said quietly, tracing her skin, "You should not have brought a stranger in here."

"He is not a stranger. It was Legolas Greenleaf. You know him yourself."

The warm hand touching her skin dropped. "Legolas?" he responded, narrowing his eyes, "You tended to the Prince of Mirkwood?"

She frowned at his sudden change in manner. "He was hurt," she said, "I assure you, nothing happened."

His eyes lowered to her hand, which he took in his and squeezed gently. "Nin meleth," he whispered, bringing his eyes to her face, "I know you are not under my rule, but I must ask you to do something. Please, do not befriend this elf. I have my reasons for asking, and I promise you, I only ask because I love you."

Anólindë bit her lip and looked off to the side. She did not know if Elrond did indeed have a reasonable explanation for his request, but she found herself not wanting to give up the friendship of Legolas. "You are asking me to be impolite," she replied, trying to appeal to his morals, "There is no room for disagreement among our kind, if we must be together in such a time."

He smiled and touched her shoulder, playing with the fabric. "You would make an excellent diplomat," he said, "Nothing you say will change my mind about this, Anólindë. I want you to stay away from him."

"Why?" Never before had he been so serious about her staying away from someone.

"I told you, I have my reasons." His eyes lingered on the shoulder he bared as his fingers traced her skin. "I love you and want you safe."

She knew Legolas held no want to injure her. Curious, she ventured a question. "Are you jealous?" she asked softly.

His eyes jerked up to hers, and she swore he looked offened. "I was under the impression there was no need for me to be jealous," he said, moving his hand up her neck to her face, "Is there?"

"Of course not."

"Good." He wrapped his hand along her face and leaned forward, kissing her lips. Anólindë was not sure how to respond at first, but his heat was intoxicating. As his tongue mingled with hers, she found her anger melting away. She missed him. She missed this.

Anólindë inhaled sharply when he parted their lips and lifted her up into his arms. She reached for him, bringing her mouth back to his as he carried her to the bed.

"Promise me?" he whispered between kisses, his fingers starting on the buttons of her dress.

As much as she hated him for trying to manipulate her, she could not stop kissing him. Pressing her hands against his shoulders, she clenched tightly as his mouth moved to the tender skin of her neck. "Not now," she breathed, arching her head back.

Parting the front of the shirt, he skirted his mouth down the centre of her chest and stopped at a breast. His warm mouth engulfed it, sucking heatedly as his hand teased the other. Anólindë bit her lip hard, bringing her hand to his head and raking her fingers through his hair. Elrond's tongue darted sharp circles around her flesh as she bent her legs up around his hips.

Elrond pinched lightly before removing his mouth from her breast. Watching her, he worked at the ties of her pants and pulled them down, along with her panties. Wasting no time, he removed himself from his own pants and laid down over her.

"Calad uin nin cuil," he breathed, smoothing his hand over her face, "Caro sen an enni." Adjusting himself, he inserted his hardness into her body and bit back a moan. Anólindë gasped in a breath, closing her eyes as he brought his mouth down to her ear and pressed forward as far as he could. "Pedo lin innas."

Anólindë could barely recognize her own thoughts as Elrond pulled back and thrust heavily into her body. His pleasured groan echoed in her ears as he continued his verbal assault. "Deri pedan ah Legolas."

Opening her eyes, Anólindë arched back into his touch. "I will be friends with whom I like," she said weakly as Elrond rolled his hips into hers several times, causing her senses to scream in pleasure.

"Le innas dambeth ad," he said, slowing his movements. Anólindë shivered beneath him as he rocked slowly, teasing her. "Sui sen? Im innas hebin lin manadh o le an sui anann sui baur no."

Anólindë, torn between her irritation and her pleasure, groaned deeply when he thrust once into her sensitive body. He was wearing her down and they both knew it. "Elrond," she wimpered, pushing her body up against his. He stopped her, using his hands to hold her hips steady.

His warm breath touched her neck as he flicked his tongue against her ear. "Pedo ha," he breathed, biting at the skin of her shoulder.

She tried desperately to move from his hold, but he was too strong. She could feel him inside, moving gently as he teased her. He repeated his words, and Anólindë found she could no longer disagree.

"Brand!" she growled, wriggling in his hands.

He raised his face, looking at her through hazy eyes. "You will not see him?" he asked again.

Anólindë bit the inside of her cheek as he began to rock against her. "I will not see him," she whispered, closing her eyes.

"Maer iell," he breathed, leaving the talk and continuing his movements. Anólindë groaned when he let her hips go, bracing himself against the bed as he thrust rhythmically into her. Both were now concentrated on reaching their pleasure instead of the words they had just exchanged.

Anólindë curled her legs up around Elrond as his thrusts became more insistent. Arching back, she cried out when the feelings overwhelmed her and took her over the edge. Watching her, Elrond soon met his own pleasure and fell against her shaking body.

As they rested, Anólindë ran her hands over his warm back. "Since I am doing something for you, perhaps you could do something for me?" she asked, licking her lips.

"And what would that be?" he asked, raising his face up and smiling. His fingers stroked her collarbone gently.

"Let me be Galadriel's guardian while Haldir is away. I do not spend enough time with her."

His eyes flickered in thought, but he was sated enough to relent. "As you wish," he said, kissing her tenderly. Anólindë moaned softly into his mouth as his tongue stroked against hers.

Elrond pulled from her and did his pants up, settling beside Anólindë. His hand brushed over her moistened hair. Clenching her jaw, suddenly uncomfortable, Anólindë curled up against his body. She had agreed to stop speaking with Legolas, with no actual intention of doing so. She had lied to him. Closing her eyes, she felt shame seeping over her body. This was not how one treated someone they loved, no matter what the reason.

His hand was gentle as he ran it over her hair, smoothing back the loose strands. She could have fell asleep right there in his arms, if it were not for her thoughts. "We should go," she said, wiping the tears beginning to form in her eyes.

Her eyes met his when she was sure there was no sign of wetness. "If you insist," he said softly, kissing her forehead and getting up, handing her her pants.

Anólindë did up her shirt and dressed, averting her eyes from his face. When she heard Legolas' quiver being picked up, she looked across the room at Elrond. "What are you doing?" she asked, standing and slipping on her boots.

"I will take this to him," he responded, "I will also inform the guard that you are taking over watch of the Lady."

Nodding, Anólindë took Elrond's outstretched hand as they left the house. She could not keep from glancing at the quiver. Tensely, she wondered if Elrond would bring up any of their talk to the prince.

"I will come see you later," he said, stopping at a fork in the path. Kissing her briefly, he smiled and squeezed her shoulder. "Take care."

"You as well." She watched Elrond leave her, continuing down the path carrying the quiver. Anxiety overcame her as she realized what she was about to do.

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TBC

Elf-Talk:

Calad uin nin cuil. Caro sen an enni. Pedo lin innas. - Light of my life. Do this for me. Say you will.
Deri pedan ah Legolas. - Stop speaking (to speak) with Legolas.
Le innas dambeth ad. Sui sen. Im innas hebin lin manadh o le an sui anann sui baur no. - You will answer again. Like this? I will keep your bliss from you for as long as need be.
Pedo ha. - Say it.
Brand! - Fine!
Maer iell. - Good girl.