In the Ruins of Hope
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Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
9
Views:
1,633
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1
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In the Ruins of Hope
In the Ruins of Hope
Chapter 1
Author: Frosty the Street Thug
Rated: NC-17
Codes: Legolas, Aragorn, Boromir, Faramir, OC, AU, N/C
Summary: The hobbits are dead. Arwen is dead. The war is not over, but the elves are leaving Middle-Earth. King Aragorn and the people of Minas Tirith are all who are left to fight for the freedom of the land. But what's this? They've been corrupted? Say it ain't so!
Author's Notes: Boromir lives. Deal.
Disclaimer: This is so far from Tolkien-verse it doesn't even need a disclaimer. ;)
*
On the eve of the last day, Calime sat out on a rock upon a small hill, looking out over the forest of Mirkwood. Her home. The stars above illuminated the trees where her people were preparing for their last journey. She sighed softly and licked her lips, breathing in the cool, crisp air. It made her happy to find her last night here would be such a beautiful one, though she wished it would have been warmer.
The elf beside her noticed her shivering and wrapped an arm around her shoulders. "I told you you should have brought a cloak," he said, rubbing her arms, "You will get a chill."
Calime smiled and leaned into his embrace. It was pleasant and comforting, something she had missed terribly while he had been gone. "Not if you keep me warm," she said, placing a hand on his thigh, "I suspect you will have to hold me quite close."
Legolas pulled her towards him, his warmth covering her body as they looked out over Mirkwood. He had arrived home only two days ago, having left the remaining members of the Fellowship in Gondor. The war had not gone well, and it was not over, but it was not in the Elves' power to put an end to it. It was up to Man now, and Legolas had reluctantly left Aragorn's side in order to complete his journey to Valinor. King Thranduil had insisted, and Calime knew part of Legolas wanted to be with his kind, with her. From what he had said upon arriving home, the War of the Ring was not going well. Legolas had told Calime that he suspected, with or without his help, that the race of Men would fail against Sauron.
His hold on her body was tight as he touched his cheek to her head. "This is our last night to be alone," he said quietly, "No one knows where we are."
Calime grinned. Legolas' mood had been at times sombre, but his interest in her had been no less than it was before. "What are you suggesting?" she asked, rubbing her hand softly along his leg.
He lifted his head and looked down at her, smiling softly. Gently, he touched a finger to her chin and tilted it up. "Nin meleth," he whispered, his eyes searching her face, "Na an nun nuin i elenath."
His eyes sparkled as she touched her lips to his, kissing his mouth with tenderness. Legolas' hand cupped her face, deepening the kiss as he slid his tongue quietly into her mouth, pressing it slowly within.
"Lin mitha laug nin," she breathed as they broke apart. Her eyes met his and she grinned. "I need no cloak."
Legolas knelt down on the ground and pulled Calime from the rock to join him. The ground was cool and damp but his hands around her waist were warm and comforting. He pulled her into a soft kiss, opening her lips with his tongue. She wrapped her arms around his neck and drew him closer, moving her tongue against his in rhythmic, heated caresses. Moving slowly, Legolas bent her towards the ground, drawing her legs out from under her and laying over her body as his kiss deepened.
Parting gently, Legolas began to undo the ties on her dress. Calime breathed heavily as she watched him, his hazy eyes concentrating on his task. She bit her lip and adjusted her legs, moving one foot up along his calf. Legolas smiled at this but it did not deter him from his work.
When he parted the fabric and sent his mouth down to her bare breasts, Calime gasped in a breath and arched into his warm lips. The feeling on her chilled skin sent shivers down her spine, and every nerve was heightened as he swirled his tongue around her sensitive skin and pinched softly with his fingers.
"Legolas," she breathed, sending her hand to his head and running his through his blonde hair. When she could bear it no longer, she dragged him upwards and sent a fiery kiss to his mouth, her tongue charging over his in rough, wanting movements. He returned it full force, pushing her back to the ground and pressing his mouth deep against hers, biting at her full lips.
His warm hands travelled down her chest to her abdomen, where he rubbed softly and sent his hands under the fabric of her skirt to her hips. Calime moaned and began working at the ties of his pants, not willing to wait any longer.
"You move so quickly," laughed Legolas, stilling her hands and pulling them up over her head. He held them there, caressing her wrists with his thumb. "We need not rush."
Calime clasped her hands as his fingers made a trail down her arm. "You would tease me till I scream," she grinned, "I have not the patience for that tonight." She lifted her arms and grabbed his tunic, pulling his face down close trs. rs. "I need you, now."
His blue eyes traced over her face as he cupped her cheek, pushing the stray hairs down to the ground. "Have I told you how much I missed you?" he asked, the corner of his lips tugging into a smile.
Running her hands down his sides, Calime pushed her hands under his shirt and massaged his skin softly. "Show me how much you missed me," she breathed, squeezing her legs around him.
Grinning, Legolas took her mouth in his, smoothing his tongue over hers in lustful, darting motions. He didn't stop her when Angel's fingers moved back to his pants, nimbly undoing the ties. When she slid her hands across his hardness, Legolas growled heavily into her mouth.
No longer willing to wait, either, Legolas dragged Calime's skirt up her body and pulled at the fabric of her underwear, sliding it down her legs. He pulled himself from his pants as Calime parted her thighs, and pushed into her, causing a soft whimper to escape from her lips.
Calime tightened her knees against his hips as Legolas pressed down as far as he could. A heavy breath left his mouth as he rested his forehead against hers. "Melethon le," he said, closing his eyes and kissing her gently.
Calime smiled and slowly rolled her hips upward. "You know I do as well, my love," she said as he breathed heavily against her, "I missed you, too."
Opening his eyes, Legolas smiled sweetly before drawing back and thrusting forwards into her hips. He watched carefully as Calime gasped and lowered her lashes, gripping his shoulders. Feeling the tension, himself, he began a rhythmic thrust, regarding her face closely as she bit her lip in pleasure.
"Tell me how it feels," he whispered, pushintointo her body forcefully. Calime opened her eyes and stared up at him, shivering in his hold. "Cry out for me."
Unable to hold it back, Calime moaned in pleasure as he gripped her leg and rolled his hips into hers repeatedly. Her arms snaked around his back as she pushed her body up to meet his, causing Legolas to groan out himself.
Their movements quickened after that, both losing themselves to the feelings overtaking them. Legolas braced himself up as he increased his pace, soon driving Calime over the edge. She cried out and arched back, holding her legs tight against his hips as he jerked into her several more times before meeting his own pleasure and letting himself fall against her body.
Their heavy breaths were the only sounds for several minutes afterwards as they regained their strength. Legolas moved first, drawing himself out of her body and readjusting his and her clothes before laying beside Calime and pulling her body close to his.
"Are you nervous about tomorrow?" asked Calime, her voice sounding loud against the silence of the night.
Legolas kissed the back of her head and pulled his arms around her even tighter. "I have some apprehension," he admitted, "But there is nothing to be anxious about if we are together."
Calime couldn't help but laugh. "Your father would blanch if he heard you speak in such a sweet tongue," she said, her giddiness fading. "It means much to me, though." She ran her fingers over his hands warmly.
"Such is the reason I say sweet things," he smiled, exhaling deeply. "I would never speak to my father in such a way."
Closing her eyes, feeling sleepy, Calime grinned at his words. "I should hope not."
*
TBC
Chapter 1
Author: Frosty the Street Thug
Rated: NC-17
Codes: Legolas, Aragorn, Boromir, Faramir, OC, AU, N/C
Summary: The hobbits are dead. Arwen is dead. The war is not over, but the elves are leaving Middle-Earth. King Aragorn and the people of Minas Tirith are all who are left to fight for the freedom of the land. But what's this? They've been corrupted? Say it ain't so!
Author's Notes: Boromir lives. Deal.
Disclaimer: This is so far from Tolkien-verse it doesn't even need a disclaimer. ;)
*
On the eve of the last day, Calime sat out on a rock upon a small hill, looking out over the forest of Mirkwood. Her home. The stars above illuminated the trees where her people were preparing for their last journey. She sighed softly and licked her lips, breathing in the cool, crisp air. It made her happy to find her last night here would be such a beautiful one, though she wished it would have been warmer.
The elf beside her noticed her shivering and wrapped an arm around her shoulders. "I told you you should have brought a cloak," he said, rubbing her arms, "You will get a chill."
Calime smiled and leaned into his embrace. It was pleasant and comforting, something she had missed terribly while he had been gone. "Not if you keep me warm," she said, placing a hand on his thigh, "I suspect you will have to hold me quite close."
Legolas pulled her towards him, his warmth covering her body as they looked out over Mirkwood. He had arrived home only two days ago, having left the remaining members of the Fellowship in Gondor. The war had not gone well, and it was not over, but it was not in the Elves' power to put an end to it. It was up to Man now, and Legolas had reluctantly left Aragorn's side in order to complete his journey to Valinor. King Thranduil had insisted, and Calime knew part of Legolas wanted to be with his kind, with her. From what he had said upon arriving home, the War of the Ring was not going well. Legolas had told Calime that he suspected, with or without his help, that the race of Men would fail against Sauron.
His hold on her body was tight as he touched his cheek to her head. "This is our last night to be alone," he said quietly, "No one knows where we are."
Calime grinned. Legolas' mood had been at times sombre, but his interest in her had been no less than it was before. "What are you suggesting?" she asked, rubbing her hand softly along his leg.
He lifted his head and looked down at her, smiling softly. Gently, he touched a finger to her chin and tilted it up. "Nin meleth," he whispered, his eyes searching her face, "Na an nun nuin i elenath."
His eyes sparkled as she touched her lips to his, kissing his mouth with tenderness. Legolas' hand cupped her face, deepening the kiss as he slid his tongue quietly into her mouth, pressing it slowly within.
"Lin mitha laug nin," she breathed as they broke apart. Her eyes met his and she grinned. "I need no cloak."
Legolas knelt down on the ground and pulled Calime from the rock to join him. The ground was cool and damp but his hands around her waist were warm and comforting. He pulled her into a soft kiss, opening her lips with his tongue. She wrapped her arms around his neck and drew him closer, moving her tongue against his in rhythmic, heated caresses. Moving slowly, Legolas bent her towards the ground, drawing her legs out from under her and laying over her body as his kiss deepened.
Parting gently, Legolas began to undo the ties on her dress. Calime breathed heavily as she watched him, his hazy eyes concentrating on his task. She bit her lip and adjusted her legs, moving one foot up along his calf. Legolas smiled at this but it did not deter him from his work.
When he parted the fabric and sent his mouth down to her bare breasts, Calime gasped in a breath and arched into his warm lips. The feeling on her chilled skin sent shivers down her spine, and every nerve was heightened as he swirled his tongue around her sensitive skin and pinched softly with his fingers.
"Legolas," she breathed, sending her hand to his head and running his through his blonde hair. When she could bear it no longer, she dragged him upwards and sent a fiery kiss to his mouth, her tongue charging over his in rough, wanting movements. He returned it full force, pushing her back to the ground and pressing his mouth deep against hers, biting at her full lips.
His warm hands travelled down her chest to her abdomen, where he rubbed softly and sent his hands under the fabric of her skirt to her hips. Calime moaned and began working at the ties of his pants, not willing to wait any longer.
"You move so quickly," laughed Legolas, stilling her hands and pulling them up over her head. He held them there, caressing her wrists with his thumb. "We need not rush."
Calime clasped her hands as his fingers made a trail down her arm. "You would tease me till I scream," she grinned, "I have not the patience for that tonight." She lifted her arms and grabbed his tunic, pulling his face down close trs. rs. "I need you, now."
His blue eyes traced over her face as he cupped her cheek, pushing the stray hairs down to the ground. "Have I told you how much I missed you?" he asked, the corner of his lips tugging into a smile.
Running her hands down his sides, Calime pushed her hands under his shirt and massaged his skin softly. "Show me how much you missed me," she breathed, squeezing her legs around him.
Grinning, Legolas took her mouth in his, smoothing his tongue over hers in lustful, darting motions. He didn't stop her when Angel's fingers moved back to his pants, nimbly undoing the ties. When she slid her hands across his hardness, Legolas growled heavily into her mouth.
No longer willing to wait, either, Legolas dragged Calime's skirt up her body and pulled at the fabric of her underwear, sliding it down her legs. He pulled himself from his pants as Calime parted her thighs, and pushed into her, causing a soft whimper to escape from her lips.
Calime tightened her knees against his hips as Legolas pressed down as far as he could. A heavy breath left his mouth as he rested his forehead against hers. "Melethon le," he said, closing his eyes and kissing her gently.
Calime smiled and slowly rolled her hips upward. "You know I do as well, my love," she said as he breathed heavily against her, "I missed you, too."
Opening his eyes, Legolas smiled sweetly before drawing back and thrusting forwards into her hips. He watched carefully as Calime gasped and lowered her lashes, gripping his shoulders. Feeling the tension, himself, he began a rhythmic thrust, regarding her face closely as she bit her lip in pleasure.
"Tell me how it feels," he whispered, pushintointo her body forcefully. Calime opened her eyes and stared up at him, shivering in his hold. "Cry out for me."
Unable to hold it back, Calime moaned in pleasure as he gripped her leg and rolled his hips into hers repeatedly. Her arms snaked around his back as she pushed her body up to meet his, causing Legolas to groan out himself.
Their movements quickened after that, both losing themselves to the feelings overtaking them. Legolas braced himself up as he increased his pace, soon driving Calime over the edge. She cried out and arched back, holding her legs tight against his hips as he jerked into her several more times before meeting his own pleasure and letting himself fall against her body.
Their heavy breaths were the only sounds for several minutes afterwards as they regained their strength. Legolas moved first, drawing himself out of her body and readjusting his and her clothes before laying beside Calime and pulling her body close to his.
"Are you nervous about tomorrow?" asked Calime, her voice sounding loud against the silence of the night.
Legolas kissed the back of her head and pulled his arms around her even tighter. "I have some apprehension," he admitted, "But there is nothing to be anxious about if we are together."
Calime couldn't help but laugh. "Your father would blanch if he heard you speak in such a sweet tongue," she said, her giddiness fading. "It means much to me, though." She ran her fingers over his hands warmly.
"Such is the reason I say sweet things," he smiled, exhaling deeply. "I would never speak to my father in such a way."
Closing her eyes, feeling sleepy, Calime grinned at his words. "I should hope not."
*
TBC