Consumed

Consumed

Chapter 1
Author: Frosty the Shire-Queen
Rated: NC-17
Codes: Legolas, Elrond, Aragorn, Boromir, Faramir, OC
Summary: The Ur'andrann (heat or fire-cycle) comes to Rivendell! It's like the flu, just not as vomit-y. Apparently the elves haven't got their shots.
Disclaimer: I own all of it. Every tiny, infantile little piece. Deal with it.


*

She could hear Boromir yelling. His voice echoed in her ears, pulsating painfully, but she couldn't understand what he was saying. It didn't make sense.

As she fell to the ground, though, she figured it didn't matter. The forest floor was loud with stomping boots, the air crackled with the clang of swords and arrows. None of it concerned her. There was no fear and no pain, just a hazy feeling of being. She chuckled to herself as she stared up at the bright blue sky. It all seemed kind of funny.

She winced, though, when rough hands grabbed underneath her arms and began dragging her across the ground. "Owww," she mumbled, trying weakly to slap at the intruding hands. It wasn't long before she gave up, though, too tired to try any longer, and she lolled her head back, taking note of the dark brown boots her dragger wore.

He head hit the ground softly when they stopped moving and the man laid her down, then quickly ran off. She wondered why she had been moved, but there was no strength left in her to raise her head up. Biting her lip at the new and searing pain entering her head, she groaned and closed her eyes, trying to force out the sickening dizziness that began filling her body. The sound around her became even more muffled. She winced, feeling her head swirling, and then fell into darkness.

*

Airabeth awoke slowly to the bright shine of sunlight, and the quiet whispers of a river. Screams and yells resonated in her mind, but were soon dulled by the stillness of her new surroundings. She flinched as she pushed herself up against the headboard and took a look around. The room was open and bright, and was of luxury she wasn't used to. The bed was soft and comfortable. The clothes she wore were of silk. Straining, she could see that her uniform lay on the far side of the room. It looked clean.

Sighing and laying back down, Airabeth closed her eyes. She was obviously in no danger here, if her likely captors were dry-cleaning her clothing and dressing her in expensive fabrics. She sighed heavily, though, as she thought of her company. There would be no rest for her if she didn't find out what had happened to them. So she steadily rose out of bed, grimacing at the pain in her body, and padded over to her clothes.

After she had dressed, she carefully opened the door and glanced into the hall. Rugs and art lined the walls, and Airabeth wondered exactly where she was. No city she knew of was wealthy enough to have such riches. Licking her lips, she treaded down the hall, glancing over her shoulder once in a while, until she approached an archway which led out to a large garden. She stopped and stared, then looked back the way she came. The architecture of this building was very odd.

"Looking for something?" came a soft voice, and Airabeth jumped. Her hand went immediately to her belt as a man approached, but her sword was not there.

"Who are you?" she asked, backing against a wall. Her eyes widened when she noticed that the person approaching was not a human as she had thought, but an elf. "What do you want?"

The dark-haired elf had a gentle look on his face, but she didn't trust him. Airabeth had never met an elf, but she knew the history of them and men. The history between their kinds were fraught with violence.

"Please, do not be frightened," he said, and she was grateful when he stopped his advancement, "You are not in any danger. Your company brought you here to heal."

"My company?" she repeated, then took a step towards the elf, "Where are they?"

For a moment the elf looked disappointed, but he soon motioned for her to follow him. She hesitated, but did so when she realized she had no other option. "You shobe ibe in bed," he said as they walked, Airabeth maintaining a good distance between them, "Your injuries were severe."

Airabeth narrowed her eyes. "I'm fine," she groused, keeping her eyes on her companion.

The elf said no more, only clasped his hands behind his back and walking a little faster. Airabeth glanced around and hated that she was surrounded by green trees; she could see nothing else. They were approaching a separate building from the one she had came from, but it looked nearly identical. She followed the elf through the doors and her ears were met by the sounds of voices in conversation. Many voices. She raised her eyebrows and looked around as a few of the faces turned to look at her. Most were elves, but at the far end of the building were her friends.

She smiled in relief as a few of them jumped from their seats and came towards her. "Airabeth," said Boromir, grabbing her shoulders, "Are you alright?"

"Yeah," she replied, and his worried expression turned calmer, "What's going on here? Where are we?"

He looked defeated when she asked, and Faramir, who had also come up to her, answered, "Rivendell," he said, looking over at the dark elf who was still standing nearby. "Elrond took us in, cared for our injured. For you."

Airabeth glanced at the elf, Elrond, and felt momentarily guilty. She then turned back to Faramir. "Why?" she whispered, "Why didn't we go back to Gondor?"

Boromir snorted. "You would never have survived that journey. Some of our company didn't even survive the journey here." He sighed and looked at Faramir, then led Airabeth to a table a few feet from them. When they had sat, he continued, "There is a man here, who is friendly with both men and elves. He found us shortly after our battle with the orcs."

Faramir looked up as Elrond walked away from their table, and out of the room. "They've treated us well," he said, turning his gaze to Airabeth, "They saved your life."

Airabeth sighed and looked around the room. None of the other elves, who seemed to be drinking and eating, were paying them any attention. "I didn't know what to think when I woke up," she said, "I thought maybe I was a prisoner."

Boromir shook his head. "No, we're free to go whenever we please," he said, "But you are still not well. You shouldn't have left your room. And there are still others who need care." He took a drink from a large mug, then leaned back. "We'll be here a while longer."

At Airabeth's unhappy look, Faramir patted her hand. "None of us like it, Airabeth," he said, "But we're in no position to be leaving. The orcs are too plentiful right now. We're safer here."

Her face took on a disgusted look. "We're hiding," she said, "With elves." She hissed the last word, trying to keep it from being heard by others in the room, but heads still turned.

Faramir looked a little uncomfortable, but Boromir only laughed. "Pride and dignity are nothing when you're dead," he said, "And that's what we'll be if we leave. There's no shame in building up strength." He sounded sure of himself, but Airabeth knew Boromir, and she knew he was as unhappy with this situation as she was. She jumped when he slapped his palm on the table and leapt up. "I'm going for a walk."

Airabeth frowned as she watched him exit the building. "Don't worry about him," said Faramir, "He's just itching for some action."

Airabeth only nodded.

*

"It may not be safe for them to be here," said the elf across from Elrond. He looked up at the blonde elf, then down again, and took a long, deep breath.

"Very true, Legolas," said Elrond, "But would you have me send them away? That is just as dangerous."

Legolas stood up and began pacing the room. "Why are we keeping them safe, anyways?" he asked, "Are they not our enemy?"

Elrond glanced at the blonde elf, his eyes blazing. "No, they are not. You forget that our history is one of friendship. It is only more recently that disagreements have clouded that friendship."

"Recently?" questioned Legolas, stopping, "It has been hundreds of years."

"I remember a time when the alliance of elves and men was strong," he replied, "The people of Gondor have done us no harm. It is only that we do not speak."

Legolas licked his lips and sat back down. "This does not matter. What matters is that they shouldn't be here now. The time is...short." He shifted uncomfortably.

Elrond nodded. "I realize that," he said, "But sending them to their deaths is not an option."

"You cannot be thinking of telling them?" said Legolas, glaring at the dark elf, "Mirkwood and Lothlorien would not stand for it. It has been kept secret for all our existence; the knowledge could be used against us."

Elrond smiled softly. "You worry too much, Legolas." Sighing at the younger elf's dismay, he continued, "I would not betray a confidence, no matter what the circumstances. Our history is our own. I will find another way."

"I hope so," he said, leaning back in his chair, "For our sake, and theirs." He crossed his arms and looked out the window, and narrowed his eyes at the man and woman walking out across the garden. Legolas had ye act actually meet any of the Gondor humans who were staying in Rivendell, but he had no inclination to do so. In his opinion, the only human worth knowing was Aragorn. "What does Aragorn think of all this?" he asked, reminded.

"It was his idea to bring them here," replied Elrond, looking out the same window. He watched until the two people were no longer vie. \e. "They are his people."

"Yet he barely speaks with them." Legolas sighed heavily, and slowly rose from his chair. "I must take my leave. Thank you for your time, Master Elrond."

He left quickly, but Elrond didn't watch him go.

*

Airabeth had spent most of her afternoon with Faramir, who had insisted that she spend that time sitting. He would have preferred she lie down, but Airabeth had no intention of resting. She was too on edge. Even sitting was work to her.

Her muscles were grateful for the exercise, and she found herself feeling much better as the day wore on. She and Faramir avoided the elves as best they could, and Airabeth suspected the elves were doing the same to them. She was alright with that.

What really bothered her all day, though, was the fact that Boromir wasn't anywhere to be found. She hadn't really looked for him specifically, but normally he would be with her and Faramir. And she hadn't seen him since he stormed from the dining hall earlier.

When dusk began to fall, Faramir walked Airabeth to her room and they parted there. Airabeth stood against the door for several minutes before opening it again when she knew Faramir had gone, and she walked quietly into the hall and out through the gardens, and made her way to where she knew Boromir was being housed.

She crept into the building, which was easy enough since an archway was all that separated it from the gardens. Remembering what Faramir had told her, about which rooms were whose, Airabeth knocked softly on the first door she came to.

She could hear noises coming from inside, and then the door flew open in front of her. Boromir had a look of intense annoyance on his face, and it didn't disappear when he saw who was visiting him. "What do you want?" he said, his voice clearly irritated.

She sighed and shook her head, and pushed past him. Ignoring his mumblings, Airabeth took in the room. It was just as large and bright as hers, buch uch messier. Weapons were strewn about, and clothes littered the floor. She turned when the door shut, and crossed her arms as Boromir approached.

"Well?" he asked, waiting for her explanation. Airabeth looked him over, then glanced at the room again. She suspected he had been in here all day.

"I thought maybe you could use some company," she said, walking the length of the room, then turning and smiling.

Boromir didn't look at all amused. "You thought wrong," he said, crossing his own arms, "So you can leave now."

Airabeth pursed her lips then sat down on his bed, testing the firmness. "No, I think I'll stay for a while," she said, laying back. "Nice bed."

Boromir made a noise that sounded vaguely like a growl and walked over to Airabeth. "Get out," he said, staring at her. When she didn't move, he yanked her up by her arms and dragged her to the door.

She wriggled free and dodged by him before he could throw her out. He looked murderous as she walked back to the bed and sat back down. "Airabeth," he said warningly, "I am not in the mood."

She crossed her legs and smiled seductively. "You're always in the mood," she said, tracing her fingers along the mattress.

"Not today," he said, walking back over to her, "And this is neither the time nor the place."

Airabeth pushed out her lower lip and feigned a look of mock sadness. "Poor Boromir, all pent up frustration and rage," she said, then stood up and approached him, "I think you could use a release."

She reached out to him, but he grabbed her wrist before she could touch. "Maybe I'd feel better if I just slapped you around a bit," he growled, leaning in. She smirked, and he pushed her back.

She sighed and put her hands on her hips. "Come on, Boromir. I know you could use a little fun. You look pinched

He threw her a dirty look. "I don't think you're quite taking this as seriously as you should be. We are surrounded by elves."

She approached him again with a look of disbelief. "Listen to yourself," she said, "Weren't you the one who told me not to worry about that very thing?" He let her touch his arm then, and she rubbed it gently. "There are no elves in this room, you know," she whispered, smiling.

He looked down at her, and she could tell he was wavering. It made her tingle. "I could reprimand you for this, you know," he said, his voice low, "You've disobeyed a direct order from a superior officer. I don't take that lightly."

Her smile broadened as she watched her hand travel down his arm and then over to his chest. "Why don't you hand-cuff me then, hmmm?" she asked, then yelped when he grabbed her roughly by the arms and turned her, pushing her against the wall. Her eyes widened as he stared down at her.

"Don't test me," he growled, holding her tightly. For a second Airabeth wondered how serious he was, but her worry subsided quickly when his lips met hers in a furious, rough kiss. She tried moving her arms to grab ahold of him, but he held her too strongly.

She kissed him back just as harshly as he kissed her, but she was left wanting when he pulled back. Smiling malevolently, he jerked her from the wall and threw her to the bed. Before Airabeth could react, he had climbed over her and grasped her arms, pinning her down.

"Is this what you want, love?" he asked, raking his eyes over her. "You tell me what you want."

Airabeth breathed heavily, intensely aroused by Boromir's attitude, but a little bit frightened. The grip around her wrists was iron-strong, and she could feel her hands going numb. "I want you," she whispered, struggling a little in his hold.

He smiled and shook his head. "Not good enough," he replied coldly, "Tell me how you want it."

Airabeth swallowed heavily. He was playing, she was sure of it. "You know how I like it," she said, raising her legs and tightening them around his hips. "I want to fuck me hard."

He didn't waste any time in letting go of her hands and moving up, roughly undoing her belt and pulling her pants and underwear down her legs. Airabeth made to sit up, but he pushed her down again, and she could feel him pushing apart her legs aspullpulled out of his pants.

She barely had time to prepare before he entered her in a swift, forceful thrust, sending her senses reeling. She groaned heavily, and she moved her arms up to his body, but as soon as they touched, he pulled them back down again and held them to the bed above her head.

Holding her wrists tight in one hand, he sent the other to her waist where he gripped as he pulled out of her nearly entirely, then sunk roughly back into her.

Airabeth whimpered and curled her legs around his hips. She looked up at Boromir as he watched her, taking obvious pleasure in her discomfort and enjoyment.

"Like that?" he breathed, his voice husky, as he began a needy and impatient movement over her. She closed her eyes and nodded incoherently, every once in a while struggling to remove her hands from his. He held too strongly, though, and she began to lose the ability to think as his hips rolled over hers, his violent thrusts bringing her to the edge.

Boromir's free hand traveled under her shirt and to her breast, where he squeezed and then massaged over her sensitive centre, causing Airabeth to groan out his name in ecstasy.

His thrusts increased in intensity, moving from harsh to steady as his hand moved back to her waist and held tight there. She felt the grip on her wrists loosen as he sent his mouth to her shoulder and sucked savagely, marking her with his teeth. She could barely register any of his movements as she succumbed to her pleasure, groaning out and tightening her legs around him. He soon followed, moaning into her shoulder and shuddering into her body.

Airabeth opened her eyes and panted heavily as Boromir lay against her. He had finally let go of her hands, but she only rested them alongside her, too weak to do anything else.

Not minutes after, Boromir raised himself up and pulled out of her, getting up from the bed and doing up his pants. Airabeth did the same, but felt the need to speak. "Feel better now?" she asked sarcastically, pulling her pants on. He rarely ever stayed in bed with her afterwards, and she resented that he never showed her any emotion.

He glanced at her with a vaguely dirty look, but said nothing. Instead, he crossed his arms and stared out the window into the blackness of the night. Airabeth shook her head, annoyed.

"You are always such an ass," she said, standing up and staring at him, "I don't know why I keep coming back to you."

She could see him smile, and that only made her more angry. "I really don't know why, either," he said quietly, "Unless you just really like to be fucked like a slut."

Airabeth bit back the wave of hurt that passed over her. She had known Boromir long enough to be immune to his nasty retorts. "Says something about you then, doesn't it?" she replied, clenching her jaw. "I wonder if your brother is the same way."
looklooked at her then, his face dark. "I don't like threats, Airabeth," he said, his voice low, "You know better."

"Well, I guess that hit a nerve, huh?" she said, crossing her arms, "You wouldn't like that, if I fucked your little brother, would you?"

He pursed his lips and turned back to the window, refusing to answer. Airabeth nodded her head, then, without a word, left his room and slammed the door behind her.

Boromir winced at the noise, but didn't move.

Airabeth stormed down the hall and out into the garden, where she stopped suddenly and closed her eyes, taking a deep, healing breath. She couldn't stand Boromir sometimes, and she truly wondered why she kept going back to him. It wasn't as if he treated her well.

Continuing the walk to her own quarters, she turned a corner and nearly collided with another person. "Sorry," she mumbled, not meeting his eyes, sure it was an elf. But she stopped when a gentle hand took hold of her arm.

She looked up into bright, blue eyes and realized at once that this was no elf. "Are you alright?" asked the man, and Airabeth knit her brow. She did not recognize this man.

"Yes, I'm fine," she responded, and the man dropped his hand, "Who are you?"

He smiled shyly and held out his hand. "My name is Aragorn," he said as she took hold of his palm and shook it, "And you are?"

"Airabeth," she said, "Are you the man who lives with the elves?"

He nodded slightly, "Yes, a few of my friends found you after your battle. If I remember correctly, you were quite injured. Should you not be resting?" His words were serious, but his tone was amused. Airabeth couldn't help but smile.

"I assure you, I feel much better," she said, "Thank you." She took an immediate liking to this man, who seemed warm and friendly, quite unlike the men of Gondor she was used to.

"My pleasure," he said with a nod of his head, "I hate to leave your company so soon, but I'm afraid I am needed somewhere. I must bid you goodnight."

She nodded. "Goodnight to you, also," she said, then watched as he turned and walked away, disappearing behind a corner. Airabeth sighed. Maybe this holiday in Rivendell wouldn't be so bad after all.

*

TBC