Between Friends
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Lord of the Rings Movies › Het - Male/Female
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
27
Views:
6,147
Reviews:
15
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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A Kiss
“A coward is incapable of exhibiting love; it is the prerogative of the brave” - Mahatma Gandhi
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That was easier said than done, however. The air between them seemed to be charged with sexual tension and their words could be taken two very different ways. Annowe usually enjoyed the double entendres and shameless flirting that she and Legolas practiced when they were together but lately it seemed that it was not so much casual flirting as it was deliberate teasing.
Perhaps it was just that the two of them were stuck together, alone, with no one to act as a buffer between them or to keep them from fulfilling their flirtation. Perhaps it was that both of them feared rejection by the other, unsure if it were merely flirting for fun or flirting for a different aim.
Whatever the reason, the tension continued to build between the two of them, despite their best efforts to diffuse the situation. It seemed that each time Annowe tried to pull away from Legolas to keep her hands off him, he would become cold and aloof with her, accusing her of hiding something from him. But if she stayed near him for too long, she found her hands invariably drawn to massage his shoulders or brush his hair and it was sweet torture for her to touch him and not touch him the way she truly desired.
It seemed that the only time the tension ceased between them is when they were walking single file or one of them was asleep and they were unable to interact. Annowe was torn with desire to bring her feelings for him out in the open and fearing that no good would come of it if she did.
She knew they would have to return to Rivendell quickly if she were to avoid the embarrassment of making a pass at him. She sincerely hoped that he would forgive her if she did. The temptation was certainly more than she should bear.
Legolas, for his part, sensed her hesitation and nearly drove himself mad with thoughts that she was missing Haldir. Watching her sleep and hearing her soft sighs in the night was anguishing to his very being he desired her so badly. But he refused to allow himself to touch her, knowing that he would not be able to control himself. So he would press and cajole her to touch him, wanting to remind her of his own sensual nature and proximity.
He relished the feel of her hands on him, massaging his neck and shoulders or brushing his hair. He craved her touch and he knew that she struggled against her own feelings for him. He was determined that she deserved better than Haldir and he would make her see that. He had wanted her for himself for a very long time but it was only now that they were alone together that he dared even consider it as feasible.
Simply telling her that she deserved better than Haldir would drive her farther into the March Warden’s arms. He did know that much about her. Instead, Legolas chose to continually remind her of his own presence and desirability. He knew she would come around but he was becoming more anxious as the days drew on. Soon they would be returning to Rivendell and Haldir would more than likely be there or arrive soon after, squashing any chance Legolas had to act on his feelings.
They had fallen into a routine of walking until very late in the evening the building a small fire to keep them warm. After they had eaten, Annowe would sit behind Legolas and brush his hair, re-braiding it for him. It relaxed them both and was a relatively safe way for the two of them to be close to each other.
One night after braiding his hair, Annowe handed Legolas the brush and sat in front of him. He looked at the brush then looked at her. She was smiling over her shoulder at him.
“Why should you get all the enjoyment?” She asked.
Legolas sighed. Why, indeed? His long fingers slowly removed the leather strap holding her hair back and he watched as her curls cascaded down her back. He closed his eyes, willing himself to concentrate on the task at hand. If she could brush his hair and massage his back night after night it was the least he could do for her.
He grabbed a handful of her hair and slowly began to brush through it. She sighed contentedly. She loved having someone brush her hair and she relished any opportunity to have Legolas touch her.
He began to hum softly as he continued to brush her hair and she could feel herself drifting into a deep relaxation. Surprisingly, Legolas found himself enjoying his task. He was pleasuring her without threatening her and he realized that he could gain much by this tactic.
When he had finished brushing her hair, he did not braid it for her. Instead, he simply handed her the brush over her shoulder. She took it from him and laid it aside then turned to face him.
“Thank you,” she said gently as she reached out to stroke his luminous cheek.
“You are quite welcome,” he answered, placing his hand over hers and slowly moving it toward his lips.
Deliberately, he kissed the palm of her hand then the inside of her wrist causing her to shiver involuntarily at his gentle touch. Legolas saw the flash of fear in her eyes and waited expectantly for her to react.
She did not pull away from him. Instead she leaned forward and moved her hand aside to lightly touch her lips to his. He quivered at the touch of her soft lips against his and drew in a quick breath of anticipation.
Immediately, she sprang to her feet and apologized, her worst fears realized. She HAD succumbed to his presence and made a pass at him.
“I am so sorry – I didn’t mean to do that,” she stammered as she took a step back from him and snatched up the discarded brush.
He blinked in confusion at her. “No harm done,” he soothed, unsure if he should approach her or not. He wanted her to kiss him again but he did not want to press her. He patiently waited for her to sit down next to him again so he could return her kiss.
But she instead began to pace, slapping the brush against her open palm, distressed at herself and angry with him for being so desirable. If her foolish actions set their friendship on the road to ruin she would never be able to forgive herself.
He watched her pace, studying her and wondering why she was so upset. Perhaps she felt that by even kissing him she was being disloyal to Haldir. Legolas grunted in annoyance, more determined than ever to get the March Warden out of her heart and mind.
After several minutes of frantic pacing, she flopped down on her blanket and eyed him anxiously. He patiently returned her gaze, wondering what she would do next. Neither of them spoke.
With a sigh she lay down and pulled her cloak over her.
“Goodnight, Legs,” she murmured.
He sighed. “Goodnight,” he replied but did not lie down to rest. Instead, he sat there wondering how much longer he could endure the tension between the two of them without acting on it.
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That was easier said than done, however. The air between them seemed to be charged with sexual tension and their words could be taken two very different ways. Annowe usually enjoyed the double entendres and shameless flirting that she and Legolas practiced when they were together but lately it seemed that it was not so much casual flirting as it was deliberate teasing.
Perhaps it was just that the two of them were stuck together, alone, with no one to act as a buffer between them or to keep them from fulfilling their flirtation. Perhaps it was that both of them feared rejection by the other, unsure if it were merely flirting for fun or flirting for a different aim.
Whatever the reason, the tension continued to build between the two of them, despite their best efforts to diffuse the situation. It seemed that each time Annowe tried to pull away from Legolas to keep her hands off him, he would become cold and aloof with her, accusing her of hiding something from him. But if she stayed near him for too long, she found her hands invariably drawn to massage his shoulders or brush his hair and it was sweet torture for her to touch him and not touch him the way she truly desired.
It seemed that the only time the tension ceased between them is when they were walking single file or one of them was asleep and they were unable to interact. Annowe was torn with desire to bring her feelings for him out in the open and fearing that no good would come of it if she did.
She knew they would have to return to Rivendell quickly if she were to avoid the embarrassment of making a pass at him. She sincerely hoped that he would forgive her if she did. The temptation was certainly more than she should bear.
Legolas, for his part, sensed her hesitation and nearly drove himself mad with thoughts that she was missing Haldir. Watching her sleep and hearing her soft sighs in the night was anguishing to his very being he desired her so badly. But he refused to allow himself to touch her, knowing that he would not be able to control himself. So he would press and cajole her to touch him, wanting to remind her of his own sensual nature and proximity.
He relished the feel of her hands on him, massaging his neck and shoulders or brushing his hair. He craved her touch and he knew that she struggled against her own feelings for him. He was determined that she deserved better than Haldir and he would make her see that. He had wanted her for himself for a very long time but it was only now that they were alone together that he dared even consider it as feasible.
Simply telling her that she deserved better than Haldir would drive her farther into the March Warden’s arms. He did know that much about her. Instead, Legolas chose to continually remind her of his own presence and desirability. He knew she would come around but he was becoming more anxious as the days drew on. Soon they would be returning to Rivendell and Haldir would more than likely be there or arrive soon after, squashing any chance Legolas had to act on his feelings.
They had fallen into a routine of walking until very late in the evening the building a small fire to keep them warm. After they had eaten, Annowe would sit behind Legolas and brush his hair, re-braiding it for him. It relaxed them both and was a relatively safe way for the two of them to be close to each other.
One night after braiding his hair, Annowe handed Legolas the brush and sat in front of him. He looked at the brush then looked at her. She was smiling over her shoulder at him.
“Why should you get all the enjoyment?” She asked.
Legolas sighed. Why, indeed? His long fingers slowly removed the leather strap holding her hair back and he watched as her curls cascaded down her back. He closed his eyes, willing himself to concentrate on the task at hand. If she could brush his hair and massage his back night after night it was the least he could do for her.
He grabbed a handful of her hair and slowly began to brush through it. She sighed contentedly. She loved having someone brush her hair and she relished any opportunity to have Legolas touch her.
He began to hum softly as he continued to brush her hair and she could feel herself drifting into a deep relaxation. Surprisingly, Legolas found himself enjoying his task. He was pleasuring her without threatening her and he realized that he could gain much by this tactic.
When he had finished brushing her hair, he did not braid it for her. Instead, he simply handed her the brush over her shoulder. She took it from him and laid it aside then turned to face him.
“Thank you,” she said gently as she reached out to stroke his luminous cheek.
“You are quite welcome,” he answered, placing his hand over hers and slowly moving it toward his lips.
Deliberately, he kissed the palm of her hand then the inside of her wrist causing her to shiver involuntarily at his gentle touch. Legolas saw the flash of fear in her eyes and waited expectantly for her to react.
She did not pull away from him. Instead she leaned forward and moved her hand aside to lightly touch her lips to his. He quivered at the touch of her soft lips against his and drew in a quick breath of anticipation.
Immediately, she sprang to her feet and apologized, her worst fears realized. She HAD succumbed to his presence and made a pass at him.
“I am so sorry – I didn’t mean to do that,” she stammered as she took a step back from him and snatched up the discarded brush.
He blinked in confusion at her. “No harm done,” he soothed, unsure if he should approach her or not. He wanted her to kiss him again but he did not want to press her. He patiently waited for her to sit down next to him again so he could return her kiss.
But she instead began to pace, slapping the brush against her open palm, distressed at herself and angry with him for being so desirable. If her foolish actions set their friendship on the road to ruin she would never be able to forgive herself.
He watched her pace, studying her and wondering why she was so upset. Perhaps she felt that by even kissing him she was being disloyal to Haldir. Legolas grunted in annoyance, more determined than ever to get the March Warden out of her heart and mind.
After several minutes of frantic pacing, she flopped down on her blanket and eyed him anxiously. He patiently returned her gaze, wondering what she would do next. Neither of them spoke.
With a sigh she lay down and pulled her cloak over her.
“Goodnight, Legs,” she murmured.
He sighed. “Goodnight,” he replied but did not lie down to rest. Instead, he sat there wondering how much longer he could endure the tension between the two of them without acting on it.
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