Chapter Twenty-Eight

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Legolas watched as Willow smoothed her hands down the length of her newly dawned silver gown.

He always enjoyed observing her as she baths and dress. Watching her soft hands touching the most intimate places of her body turned him on in a way nothing else did.

He decided that night to tell her the truth about their situation. They were sitting ducks waiting for an almost certain end. His unilateral decision to shoulder all of their burdens alone was causing him to lose the one person that meant the most in the world to him. When she noticed him, she scoffed, rolling her eyes and stood to leave the room.

"Please don't leave," he begged, not knowing what words would stay her. It had been days since they said more than two words to one another and admittedly it was his fault.

Willow proceeded to make her way expeditiously to the exit, with a disbelieving frown and a pronounced pout to her full lips.

"Please, Willow, I am sorry." He pleaded, moving to stand between her and the door. "Let me just explain."

"You know what, you're fucking right, you are sorry. I don't want to hear shit, and all of a sudden, you're feeling chatty. I'm getting whiplash from your fucking mood swings. Excuse me while I try finding someone who gives a fuck. Cause right now I'm all out." She skirted around him as he attempted to block her path pushing her back into the room.

"Get out of out the way or I swear to God." She threatened, her witch's wind stirring the air in the room.

"No, I will not. You will hear me."  He grabbed her shoulders and shook her.

"I will not be subject to your fucking moods coming and going as you Goddamn, please. Get out of way! I don't want to talk. Move, while I'm still asking nicely." Her eyes were white, backing up her threat but he would not be cowed.

"Understand me, wife, I meant none of this to hurt you. I was trying to protect you." His voice an octave louder than usual for his usual tone.

"A fine fucking job you did of that! Move!" She pushed him, not using half the strength he knew her to be capable of. 

He grabbed her wrist one in each of his hands as she recited "No, no, no, no. You don't get to touch me. Get the fuck off me!" 

They grappled and tussled for a moment. Willow ended up pressed against the wall, hands trapped above her head in a vice grip. She tried bringing up her knee to his stomach but Legolas ever the skilled swordsman trapped her with his leg between her thighs. 

Her breathing came out in a harsh whisper. He meant only to subdue her so they could speak. His hardness now pressed firmly against her thigh. Her gaze flitted between him and the growing bulge between them.

He swallowed, watching sweat roll down between the cleft of her breast. Her nipples were stiff against the silken material. Her gaze shifted back to a dilated amber and her pulse raced as she attempted to clench her knees to dull the ache between her legs. She wanted him just as he yearned for her.

He kept her wrist caged with one hand, whilst the other traveled down to lift the hem of her dress. She wore no undergarments, and he came undone. He pulled her into a kiss. It was more of branding. Searing heat coursed between them as he pulled at her lips, her tongue, her essence.

He knelt before her, raising her leg to his shoulder as her hand massaged his scalp, ruffling his perfectly sculpted hair. His lips adorned her thigh with kisses as he worked his way inward. When she could bear no more, he opened the lips of her slit and let his tongue slide in and out. 

At first, she let out only soft moans, but she soon began to grind her hips and pussy against his face. He lapped up her juices as she reached her orgasm.

He rose to kiss her, delving his tongue into her mouth, pulling her bottom lip into his own. She pressed her body against him, wrapping her arms around his broad shoulders. Gods she missed this, she thought, as she felt him tighten his grip around her waist. She slid her hand between them, into his tights to grasped at his thick veiny stiffness. His hand stilled her.

"I truly meant this to be a conversation." He said in a deep throaty voice that made her knees a little weaker.

"You're fucking kidding, right?" He let her go.

"No, I'm not," then without a hint of irony, "Talk first then later a bit of bed pressing and a bit of cunt."

Shocked her mouth hung open. "Such a dirty mouth. Where have you been hiding this side of yourself?" She kept staring at him mouth agape.

"I'm far older than you and not as innocent as I look," he said bringing her chin up gently closing her mouth. "This is serious Will; we need to talk."

"Count yourself lucky I don't kill you for wasting a hard one, you know how mama likes it but go ahead. What had been eating you so badly that you cut me off the last week?" She said stalking across the room to sit on the bed. If she was going to think with a clear head being within arm's reach of Legolas was out of the question.

"Aragon does not believe you and our child are safe here," he said.

"Ok, so let's go back to the Greenwood." She answered. His face changed twisting into a look she didn't recognize him ever wearing. He was scared.

He came and knelt before her, tears brimming in his azure eyes, "No Will. He means on Middle Earth. He means if Morgoth finds out about Turin he will kill you and our child. Look at what he has managed to do. I... I cannot protect you" 

The tears came in earnest then, he clasped her hands and kissed them. He stood then and turned to hide in shame from her. He would not have her bear witness to his weakness.

"I do not have the strength nor the ability to save you from his designs on you." He wrapped his arms around his body as he sobbed. Willow rose and threw her arms around his waist. He turned and fell into her embrace.

"Hey. Hey," she said cupping his face. "I don't need you to protect me, baby, or take this all on by yourself. We can do this together. Besides, I am more than capable of protecting myself and I think I have a way that can protect everyone else too."

He smiled, "You are amazing. Did I ever tell you that?"

"No, but it can't hurt for you to say it a few more times." She pulled him close with a start, "Now back to bed pressing and cunt dabbling."


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