A Break in the Path
A Break in the Path
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"A Break In the
Path" - Heart of the
By Shawna
If you care who these Elves
are and what they're on the trail of, go read "Heart of the
Note: Using my amazing
"author" superpowers I deemed: that Elves are really sensitive around
their ears, especially at the pointy part. And: that you can chew on mint
leaves and have minty fresh breath. DISCLAIMER: I don't own anything about LOTR and you're not paying me to read this, so I'm making no money.
the ground before him. Arona came up behind him, her murky blue-green gaze falling
on the ground as well.
her tension audible. "Now what shall we do?"
tink ink was fading from the west and the stars were coming to life. "We
can make camp," he said slowly. "Decide which direction to go in in
the morning."
trees and dropping her pack on the ground. Legolas took another long look at
the ground all around the place where the trail apparently endetilltill, he saw
nothing that would suggest which direction the Elf he and Arona were following
had gone. He sighed; a long, tired sound, before moving next to Arona and
placing his pack next to hers. She had already fixed her bedroll on an even
spot on the ground and was now constructing a small pit in which to build a
fire.
had lasted several days already; he felt a bit tired, and yet at the same time,
there was an all too familiar pressure low in his stomach. He let his eyes
travel slowly up Arona's body, his thoughts going to the night in his chamber,
right before he had heard about Nevmere's disappearance. He had been very close
to taking Arona. His body had been crying out for her, but he had been forced
to abandon his passion at the news about Nevmere. Now his body cry crying out
about the injustice of that, how he needed to take her now, because of this
earlier frustration. He also needed the release; a release from the stress of
the situation. He swallowed hard, feeling a stirring low in his body as his
eyes passed from Arona's flat stomach up to the perfect swell of her breasts.
His tongue suddenly felt very thick, and he longed to have it buried in Arona's
warm mouth. *There's something else I'd like to bury in Arona, as well.* The
thought came to Legolas's mind without warning. He found it strangely amusing,
and couldn't stop himself from snickering, though the sound came out more like
a snort as he tried to stifle it behind his hand.
Arona just as she turned to regard Legolas strangely.
smiling wryly. The brightening firelight danced across her soft features,
illuminating her eyes and casting shadows in the hollows of her body,
lightening the curves of her breasts and thighs. Legolas allowed his eyes to
drink deeply of this sight before he replied.
his eyes focused on her breasts.
something on her. There was nothing but her tightly-laced tunic and she looked
back up at Legolas quizzically. His eyes were still on her body. She looked
down again, confused, but then it hit her. *My tightly-laced tunic...* She
looked back up at him, and this time his eyes were on her face as she smiled
mischieviously.
lovely my eyes are?" She asked, her voice thick with playful sarcasm.
his gaze heavily upon every part of Arona's body except her face. He heard her
titter lightly, and found himself moving towards her on all fours, slinking
towards her like a cat. Not until his body was nearly touching hers did he
finally look into her eyes. She looked as he had thought she would: eager, but
still slightly apprehensive. He leaned forward, touching his lips to her chin
and then running his tongue slowly, firmly over her lips. She cooed, smiling
softly as his tongue moved along her jawline. He reached her ear, and traced
its outline slowly. A slight moan escaped her lips as he took poi pointed end
of her ear into his mouth, sucking at it gently. A sudden bite brought forth a
cry from her and she clapped her arm around Legolas's back convulsively. His
tongue flicked back and forth at her ear tip and she gasped, pulling him
closer. He enjoyed her reaction, placed another bite on her. She yelped again
and he sucked hard on the place he had bitten, as her hand trailed down his
back.
free hand to his face.
breathy voice, pressing her body against his.
and kissed her deeply, his tongue exploring her mouth. She moaned, a sound he
swallowed as he tasted every part of her mouth. At the base of her tongue, he
found the distinct taste of mint - she'd been chewing the leaves of a Mint
Plant. As his tongue continued its exploration, his hands went on their own
journey across her body, quickly finding their way to the laces of her tunic.
He did this like second nature; the laces coming loose and the tunic falling
open in mere seconds.
she sucked at it as he went, and then he plunged it back into her mouth. She
twitched once, before her tongue met his. *Think of it as a preview,* he
thought. *Of things to come* Meanwhile, his hands pushed the tunic back off her
shoulders and it fell to the ground. Her white undershirt was all that blocked
his hands from her body, but his patience wore thin and he cupped her breasts
through the thin material, his thumbs teasing her nipples hard. She moaned
again, her body twitching in tempo with his caresses. He marveled at how
sensitive and how responsive she was to any way that he touched her.
she felt her nipples harden against his thumbs. That first night, only a few
days before, he had been so gentle, tender in his inexperience. Tonight his
hands, his mouth, his entire body seemed hot and demanding. His touch was not
so gentle, and he was not coaxing her body to respond to him, he was forcing it
to. This forceful passion both excited and frightened her. His touch was still
inexperienced, but he displayed no restraint in giving in to his own passions.
She had a sudden impulse to push Legolas away as his hands assualted her
breasts as if he could not control himself.
been under too much pressure, had been waiting for this for too long. He had
abandoned his restraint, could not have kept it if he had wanted to, at the
moment he had touched her, and now all he wanted to do was ravish her with all
of his pent up passion. His hands roved her body, demanding that it respond,
and she always did, in every place and in every way that he touched her.
immediately on her, grabbing her thin shirt and pulling it off her body and
over her face. He did not take it all the way, though, and she was left with
only her mouth and nose free of the material: the shirt's collar was over her
eyes and her arms were held above her head by its inverted sleeves.
but he pressed the heel of his hand hard against her mouth and the next instant
she felt his warm tongue begin to caress one of her nipples, while the fingers
of his free hand began to pinch at the other. She could not keep in the moan
that was lost into Legolas's hand. He took her nipple all the way into his mouth,
sucking it hard. She cried out, quite audibly despite the muffling that
Legolas's hand provided, when he bit down. It was not enough to cause real
pain, but it startled her and sent a shock of sensation down and through her
entire body. She moaned again.
lying helpless on the ground below him: her eyes were covered, her arms were
held fast above her head. Her body was his for the taking. He sucked hard at
one of her nipples, while his fingers pinched and caressed at the other. He
switched then, moving his mouth to her other nipple and bringing his hand up to
the one that his mouth had held a moment before.
pressure in the crotch of his now too-tight leggings and wanting to get out of
them. He pulled Arona's undershirt all of the way off then, finding her eyes
glazed and wide when his gaze met them. For a moment, it occured to him that
perhaps he was being too pushy and too forceful. He could not control himself;
he wanted her too badly. And he wanted her right now.
her body, to the waistband of her leggings. He fought his way past it, feeling
her soft curls of hair against his hand as he reached to find her most
sensitive area. He felt the wetness immediately. She was more than ready for
hHe sHe slid a finger into her, and she cried out and writhed under him. The
feel of her moist, warm tightness around his finger was too much; it drove him
crazy and he quickly withdrew, his hands going for his own tunic this time and
shedding it just as quickly as he had removed Arona's garment. While he was
doing this, she had reached up a hand to touch the hardness between his legs;
her eyes widening at the feel of it.
in her that she could not deny, and it stirred when she touched the hard length
between's Legolas's legs. A moment later, he was removing his leggings, then hers,
and she was definitely scared - but eager. She took a deep breath, willed
herself to relax, knowing it would probably hurt and would be worse if she
tightened from nervousness. She was afraid, but she wanted Legolas. She wanted
to know what he would feel like inside her.
thighs, spreading her legs wide. Her eyes were closed tightly now, but her legs
came up and wrapped around his waist and she was submissive and ready beneath
him.
forward, feeling a slight barrier inside her that broke as he came in contact
with it. Arona's eyes flew open and she screamed; actually screamed as he
filled her completely, burying all of himself in her warm body. Stars seemed to
burst in his head. He had been waiting for this, he had not known what to
expect and he could not have prepared for this. He drew out slowly, and then
went back in equally slowly. Arona was whimpering, a few tears had come out of
the corners of her eyes. It was almost too much for his sen and and he could
not stop himself from moving faster, harder, and taking all of her and working
her body hard; probably too hard. He couldn't stop himself and he thrust
deeply, quickly, and hard.
she screamed once, a few tears escaping her eyes. Legolas was beginning to move
more quickly, and it suddenly seemed like it didn't really hurt at all. The
pain was still there, but it was overshadowed by a deeper feeling, a feeling
that made her stop whimpering and begin panting and crying out Legolas's name
while her legs contracted hard around his waist and her hands flew up around
him. Her nails raked his back.
feeling himself nearing release. He buried himself all the way in her and cried
out as he came into her body. Arona froze at the strange feeling, but she
continued to pant, even as Legolas collapsed on top of her a moment later.
several minutes, neither of them moved or spoke, until both of them had
recovered their breath. Legolas raised his head from Arona's shoulder just
enough to look into her eyes. They simply gazed at each other for a moment, and
suddenly Legolas laughed. Arona broke into a smile and laughed as well. He
rolled over, off of her, and took her into his arms, still laughing. Several
moments passed before they both fell silent and simply gazed up at the stars.
Id nod not occur to Arona to speak. She did not think that she could have spoken
at that moment. Legolas was likewise silent.
and nothing else seemed to matter. On the morrow, their problems would again
have to be faced, but at the moment, both of them had let themselves forget.
Neither of them moved until the chill of the night air finally forced them both
into their bedrolls.
morning. Not far from where Arona and Legolas slept, there was a broken twig.
The trail could be picked up again.
A/N: Yes, the ending got a
bit awkward. I was sleepy when I wrote it. At any rate, I deleted this scene so
that "Heart of the
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