The White City

The White City

Chapter 6
Author: Frosty the Unicorn
Codes: Legolas, Haldir, Elrond, Boromir, Eowyn, Faramir, OC, N/C, AU
Rated: NC-17
Summary: In Middle-earth, the elves are a race of renegades and slaves.
Disclamier: Not mine. 'Cept Nan.
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Elvish Translations are at the bottom of the page.

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Morning light was spilling into the trees. Narawen watched the rays peek through the branches as she sat upon the moist ground, holding herself tight against the cool breeze. She was exhausted, but couldn't fall asleep. They had travelled most of the night, finally entering the forest and continuing through it until Haldir was sure they were deep enough to ward off any humans in pursuit. Part of Narawen had scoffed at that. She wasn't important enough to go after. If they did trail them, it would only be for revenge against what they did to Eowyn.

She shivered openly as Legolas sat down beside her. He had been a great comfort though their journey, keeping close to her at all times. She was grateful. "Hungry?" he asked, holding out a palmful of dark berries. She accepted, placing them into her mouth slowly and one at a time as she watched Haldir and Elrond sleep. "How are you feeling?" He seemed concerned about her.

Tired, she looked at him and shrugged. "I'm alright, considering. It just feels so unreal."

He nodded. "It will be an adjustment, I'm sure."

After she ate the last berry, she sighed heavily. "I never thought I would have a chance at freedom. It's...frightening." Her eyes met his. "Why did you come back for me?"

"We made a promise."

"You risked your lives. You didn't have to." If she had found out that they had been killed trying to rescue, sh, she would have been devastated.

"I couldn't leave you there. Not after knowing what it was like." He looked away and shook his head.

Narawen placed a hand on his knee. "Thank you. Thank you for coming back." She didn't ask why they had taken only her, instead of trying to rescue others. Instead, she concentrated on believing that if she got through this, she would help others as they had helped her.

Legolas smiled warmly. "Where are you from, if I may ask? You seem Noldor to me."

Knitting her brow, she thought back to her childhood. "I was raised in the mountains. We had a settlement there. We were hiding from the humans." Biting her lip, she looked up at Legolas. "I think my family was from Rivendell."

"That is what I thought. Lord Elrond is from Imladris as well."

Taking an interest, she drew her legs up and leaned back against the large rock that was her shelter. "How about you? Are you from there, too?"

"No," he said, shaking his head, "I'm from Mirkwood."

"Do you still see your home often?"

The look in his eyes grew distant. "No. I haven't been there in years. Most have been driven out, and my family was murdered long ago."

She bit her lip, suddenly feeling bad for asking. "I'm sorry."

Legolas looked up, his eyes shining. "They died defending the elves. They died honourably." Shaking his head, he smiled softly. "We should speak of something a little lighter. I think we have all been through enough darkness."

Resting her chin on her knees, Narawen nodded. "The darkness will never end, though, will it?"

"I think happiness will come from finding something worth living for even in these dark times. We all have something to hang onto. Elrond finds joy in his family. Haldir revels in his duty."

"What about you?" she asked quietly.

His eyes were intense upon her. "I live...for the hope of one day finding someone to love."

Narawen's lips tugged into a small smile. "I have a difficult time believing you don't have anyone in your life."

"It's been difficult. It's been a while since any of us have seen our families and friends." Legolas twisted a blade of grass in his fingers as he looked away.

She remained silent for a few moments before asking, "What happens now? Where are we headed?"

"We will head back to the Shire. That's where most of the elves remain. The only safe place in Middle-earth." He sighed and looked at the sleeping forms of Haldir and Elrond. "Three of us can do nothing against an army of men."

Shivering against the cold, Narawen pulled her legs closer to her body. Without speaking, Legolas moved closer and laid an arm around her, allowing his heat to comfort her. "Thank you," she whispered, leaning her head against him. She suddenly felt very tired.

"Sleep," he said, rubbing his hand up and down her arm, inciting warmth. Narawen closed her eyes, and allowed the darkness to steal her away.

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Days had been spent travelling. As they had passed Lothlorien, Haldir and the others had successfully overtaken a small company of men returning to Minas Tirith. Death had been quick for them, and Narawen now found herself with a horse of her own. She had been told that a few elves had remained in Lorien, but had left when the three of them had been captured. It saddened her to think that Men could now overtake a place of such beauty.

Her white steed walked steadily beside Legolas' as they followed the dark horses that carried Elrond and Haldir. She had rarely left Legolas' side during their long days, having found a friend and comfort in him, something the others did not offer. She liked him, and he was always attentive. It was a beautiful feeling, having someone care for you.

They would soon be in the Shire, she was told. Haldir, in a moment of conversation, had told her they would have to travel through Bree, a town of angry human mortals. Legolas was quick to assure her that Bree was now nothing more than a ghost town.

Soon the landscape turned hilly and green, lush like she knew Lothlorien once was. She grew nervous as they made their way down the worn path to where she would soon call home. It felt like an eternity since she had been with those of her kind under pleasant circumstances. Her relations with elves in Minas Tirith were never beyond amicable.

Small houses began to appear along the road. Narawen frowned down at them, marvelling at their size. Legohad had told her the people of the Shire, hobbits, were small, but it didn't stop her from being surprised by just how small. It was early morning, and as the houses grew closer together she wondered where all the hobbits were. The Shire was bathed in silence.

"Where is everyone?" she whispered, trying not to break the quiet.

Legolas smirked. "Hobbits usually don't awaken until late morning. We'll be coming up on the edge of town soon, where the elves live. They will be awake."

Exhaling heavily, she looked down at herself and frowned. She was filthy, dressed in drab clothes offered to her by men. She hoped the elves she met would not notice.

It was a short ten minutes later when they came over a hill and Narawen saw the housing that had been built around the small village of the hobbits. Trees were incorporated into the wood homes to allow apartments through the canopy. It was makeshift, but it was familiar. A sharp thrill ran through her as she remembered living in such things as a child.

Their presence was soon noticed. Elves began to point towards them as they yelled for others to greet the arrivals. Narawen clenched the reins tight.

The faces of the elves were bright. She felt slightly relieved when none seemed to take a large interest in her being there. Dismounting when the others did, she allowed a tall, dark-haired elf to take her horse away. When elves crowded around, she suddenly felty aly alone.

"Father!" A young elf came forward and embraced Elrond. Clasping her hands behind her back, she watched gently and, not for the first time, thought about her own parents.

A hand clasped around her arm. Looking with wide eyes, she saw Legolas pull her back towards the group. She hadn't even noticed the distance she had put between the crowd and herself.

"Arwen," said Legolas as he greeted Elrond's daughter, "This is Narawen. We brought her from Minas Tirith. Narawen," he said, looking to her, "This is Arwen."

Arwen's face was smiling, but her eyes turned a little sad. "Welcome to the Shire. I believe the boys must speak with the others right now, so why don't I take you someplace where you can clean up and rest?"

Narawen exchanged glances with Legolas before agreeing. "Thank you."

They headed into town. Biting her lip, Narawen looked back for Legolas, and smiled softly when she saw him watching her.

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Narawen ran her hands along the soft material of the dress Arwen had provided for her. In the White City, only humans of Eowyn's stature would be allowed to wear such gowns. She fidgeted slightly, not used to how it felt on her skin. Moving to the mirror, she studied her reflection and felt a hollowness in the pit of her stomach. Never had she looked or felt so lovely. Clenching her jaw tightly, she turned away from the mirror.

The apartment Arwen had provided her was small, but warm and comfortable. The bath had been relaxing, and the food had been better than she had had in years. Still, though, she was nervous. It was new. She didn't want to venture outdoors.

In the back of her mind, she kept hoping Legolas would come find her.

Sitting upon the bed, she closed her eyes and rubbed her face. It was early afternoon now, and Arwen had not said anything about coming back to check on her. Just as she figured she should probably stop behaving like a scared child and go enjoy her freedom, a knock sounded at the door.

She looked up. Before Narawen could respond, the door opened a crack and a blonde head peeked in. "Hello," said Legolas, smiling when he saw she was there, "May I come in?"

A smile played on her lips without her realizing it. "Of course."

He came in, closing the door behind him. She noticed he had bathed and changed as well. "Have you been out yet?" he asked as he took a seat beside her on the bed.

"No," she replied, looking down.

He seemed to understand as he nodded. "You will have to go out eventually," he said good-naturedly, elbowing her arm softly.

She grinned. "I know." Looking up, she felt her heart skip a beat as she noticed his proximity. She wanted to stay right here, with him beside her.

His eyes travelled slowly over her face. "Do you want me to show you around the Shire?" he asked, his voice quiet.

Narawen licked her lips. "Yes, but not now."

He lifted a hand and ran it through her long hair. He watched the strands fall through his fingers. "Narawen, tell me if I am moving towards something you don't want."

She moved closer as his palm rested along her cheek. "I want it."

Her eyes fluttered closed as he leaned forward and pressed his lips against hers. Narawen inhaled sharply and opened her mouth to him as she placed her hands on his broad shoulders. He sent his tongue in when she squeezed, plunging deeply into her warmth.

His mouth was warm and sweet, and when they parted she felt empty. Legolas looked over her face as his fingers twisted in her loose hair. "I don't want to push anything. I know things were hard in Gondor."

"I've never been with anyone out of my own free will," she breathed, resting a hand on his thigh, "I want you to be the first."

The need in his expression was clear. Bending down, he captured her mouth again and bit gently at her full lips, running his tongue along hers in a teasing manner. The hand on his thigh tightened its grip.

Parting, Legolas took Narawen's hand and stood up, pulling her along to the side of the bed. He gently settled her down until she was laying over the sheets, comfortable and ready for his advances. "I want to please you," he whispered, brushing the hair from her face, "Tell me when it feels good."

Narawen watched with wide eyes as he undid the ties of her dress. fingfingers were swift, unlacing the entire bodice until it could be parted for his view.

He did not touch her, though. Instead, he loosened her skirt and drew it down her hips, pulling it from her legs and dropping it off the side of the bed. Narawen felt a cool chill settle over her body, just as a pleasant warmth began to settle over her abdomen.

"Are you alright?" he asked, resting a hand on her stomach. His eyes conveyed that he wanted her to be comfortable.

She nodded, and with a soft, chaste kiss to her lips, he looped his fingers in the band of her panties and pulled them gently downward. Narawen raised her hips up, allowing the material to slide off her easily.

Legolas' body was close to hers as he sat beside her on the bed. He leaned down and kissed her again, driving his tongue deep inside her mouth as his free hand moved up the inside of her thighs. Narawen could feel his fingers dance along the soft skin. She moved her legs open, allowing him easy access to the flesh he began to stroke. When one finger gently rubbed her opening, she grabbed his tunic and pulled him further down over her, sending her tongue over his in rapid, hungry movements.

Tensing his fingers slightly, Legolas inserted two into her waiting body. She was ready for him, his fingers sliding in easily. She maneuvered her hips upward as he gently thrust, and groaned into his searching mouth.

He looked down at her with intense, interested eyes. Arching her neck back, she held onto him tightly as he stroked her. "Does it feel good?" he asked quietly, paying special attention to when she gasped out in pleasure.

"Yes," she breathed in reply, tensing her legs around his hand as he continued his assault. The need would soon drive her over the edge, she knew, but she wanted to have the experience of sharing this intimacy with someone, not on her own. "Legolas, stop."

He was quick to comply, frowning down at her as he gently pulled his fingers back. "Did I hurt you?"

Narawen pulled him down and kissed him softly. "No. I want to share this with you." He smiled against her mouth and she felt him move to open his pants. Laying a hand over his, she paused him. "I want yoked.ked."

"Anything for you, my lady," he replied, standing to remove his clothes. Biting the inside of her lip, she watched him carefully as each article of clothing hit the floor. When he was nude, she welcomed him back onto the bed.

His warm skin covered her like a blanket as he lied over her. The attention he gave made her melt. Kissing her neck, he trailed his soft mouth down her shoulder to her chest where he laid tender bites along her breasts. Hands covered every inch of her, skimming along her waist and hips and back up to her arms. When he raised up, his eyes on hers, he gently shifted her legs apart and entered her sensitive heat.

As he buried himself deep inside her, she tucked her legs over his and clenched her hands around his shoulders. A low groan fell from his lips and his eyelids fluttered shut as he moved as far in as he could.

Taking a breath and opening his eyes, he carefully rocked back and started a slow, teasing pace. He smiled down at her, kissing her intermittently, and increased the rhythm when he knew she was comfortable.

"Let me hear your pleasure," he breathed against her skin, biting at the softness of her neck. She afforded him that, unable to hold it in. When he jerked into her a little stronger, she cried out in sudden bliss.

Little cries of happiness encouraged him to increase the speed of his thrusts. He was beginning to lose himself, lowering his face to her neck and breathing in her soft scent as she began to tremble underneath him. With a swift force of his hips, he sent her over the edge. Narawen threw her head back and tightened her legs around him, gasping his name in ecstasy.

The sounds of her bliss were enough to push him to his release. Rolling feverishly into her, he soon lost himself to the motions and collapsed upon her weak and tired body.

Ragged breathing was the only sound in the room until Narawen sighed happily. "That was wonderful."

Legolas picked himself up and moved to her side, drawing the blankets over their bodies. He kissed her cheek as she moved into his warm embrace. "Rest for a while. I will wake you for dinner."

She hummed a quiet reply before closing her eyes and settling.

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