Chapter Seventeen

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"Mithrandir, what do you know of this elf named Arun? He is unknown to me. He now appears from nowhere intent on rending Willow from me. I am greatly vexed. I trust him not. I do not believe he is who he claims to be." Legolas said as he strolled languidly along a garden path outside the palace accompanied by Gandalf. 

Much weighed on his mind. He felt the need to share in confidence with someone he could trust. While he trusted Gimli with his life, not every solution was resolved with a sound beating. As pleasant as it would be to witness.

"Why are you suspicious of the young elf lord? Is it because he is the only one brave enough to press his suit with Urwendi? I daresay no one else would look at her for fear of being on the wrong end of your long knives. I'm afraid your opinion of him sounds very jaded, indeed." Gandalf offered.


"You claim undying love yet will marry another in less than a day's time. Can you not see the hypocrisy in this?" He said emphatically.


Legolas stopped and visibly paled. He sighed deeply and his voice shook with emotion, "I have no choice. I marry Naira or risk the lives of this entire kingdom. Naira and her father have threatened war if I do not marry her. How can I place my selfish desires over the lives of so many?"


Gandalf approached the elf prince and placed a comforting hand on his shoulder, "My dear Legolas, whether you see it or not, there is always a choice"
Legolas left Gandalf while contemplating his words. In his heart he and Willow were avowed; to marry Naira would be dishonorable. He needed to devise a plan to stop this wedding and win her back.

Willow soaked in her bath in a separate room attached to her apartments. The outdoor tub was surrounded by a garden full of lavender and other shrubbery, high enough to avoid unwanted observers. Her handmaiden stepped out to retrieve more perfumed oils. She let her eyes shut and her body relax. She let the tension roll off her muscles as she soaked. Strong hands were suddenly on her shoulders kneading the tight muscles underneath.

She moaned in appreciation. A foreign hand slid down to her plump breast and pinched her nipple. The action did not rend pain but a jolt of pleasure.

 "Hey, who the fuck?" She shouted and pushed away from the offending appendage to see who would be beaten half to death. She hoped to see anyone else instead of the person standing before her. She stood unmoving, struck silent by the arresting gaze of her would-be husband.

"Get the fuck out." Willow issued angrily before grabbing her drying cloth to leave the bath.
Legolas, naked, entered the tub and advanced towards her until she was trapped between him and the stone wall behind her. 

She felt his insistent erection against her thigh as he pressed closer. " I once told you that there would be no space between us, and I meant it. You were made for me and I for you." He said letting his seductive gaze wander the planes of her body.

"Yet you left me before the sheets were even cold for some chick that's acting all brand new. Boy move! I'm not down for being some second place or runner up. Fuck being your side chick." she sucked her teeth and tried to push past him. 

He quickly grabbed her wrist securing them both behind her without causing her discomfort.

"Get the fuck off me! I told you I'm not playing!" Her power grew in a wave and released with an angry burst. It shattered glass across the room, torching flora and fauna within its range and splashed water in the wake of the explosion.

As the event unfolded, Willow shut her eyes. She was shocked by the depths of her power. She expected to have killed or maimed him. Immediately regretting the expression of her anger so thoughtlessly. 

She would never forgive herself if she hurt him. Instead, she found him staring at her, unamused. She looked at the wall behind him to find scorch marks and wondered aloud, "What the hell?"

"I'll remind you again I'm not fond of repetition, but you and I are bonded in more ways than one." He said assertively.

"How did you survive that?" She whispered in awe.

"We are different sides of the same coin. Your power would never harm you and reacts to me as it does to you. We share a soul; better together than apart. Have you never wondered why I could read your thoughts and no one else's? Why when we touch our bond feels stronger? Why I nearly died from our separation, and you nearly went insane? Do not let your fears separate us, Willow. Look in my mind and heart you will see who has always lived there."

He released her wrists and wove his fingers through hers. She shook him off and folded her arms over her breasts.

"I can't do this. I'm sick of hearing how we are meant to be and shit but you are getting married tomorrow."

"There will be no wedding, at least not with me. I tried to peaceably handle this situation. Naira is a childhood friend. She and her father have pushed too far in a grab for power. I will no longer be manipulated."

"I can't believe anything you're telling me. I'm sorry. Tomorrow will have to see for itself." She turned to walk away, he grabbed her shoulders and hauled her into a searing kiss. 

She tried desperately to break physical contact by pushing at his broad shoulders, but he would not relent. Pulling her lips, her tongue towards his in a hypnotizing motion. Willow found it hard to ignore temptation. Her body began responding despite her protestations.

He slipped his hands along her side to trapped her in a hug, pulling her tightly to his frame. Eventually her arms circled his frame. He slipped a hand between them to knead her breast and apply gentle squeezing pressure to her chocolate-tipped nipples. He broke their kiss to replace his hand at her breast with his mouth pulling, sucking, licking and tasting in an effort to drive her mad with passion.

With her back now firmly pressed on the wall Willow felt her body smoothly and easily slide up its side. Her legs rested on Legolas' shoulders and his head directly at her box. He pulled the lips of her neither region into his mouth. He teased her clit with flickering of his tongue and alternated fucking her with its length.

"Oh, shit Legs you gonna make me cum" she moaned.

He allowed her body to slide down. And set her legs to straddle his pelvis. With him standing in the middle of the pool and one of her legs hooked onto each one of his arms. She was wide open for the conquering. 

He allowed himself to slip inside her. Once he felt her body accept him, he began to pick up the pace. He lifted and slammed her mercilessly onto his unrelentingly hard shaft. She screamed to high heaven and mumbled unintelligibly as he rammed home. 

He felt her slickness increase, then spastic tension in her body as her orgasm washed over her. He was not far behind. He increased the speed and power of his thrust. Her voice went higher and higher in octave. 

"Fuck!" She shouted as he held her flush against him, feeling as if his dick was hitting her diaphragm. He convulsed, spilling his seed inside her. 

"Damn! I'm going to be sore for a week. We shouldn't have done this. It doesn't change anything. You marry her and I promise you. You will never see me or touch me again."


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