Chapter Two

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"Thank God, that's over," Willow said as she expelled a sigh. She plopped herself down on her sofa, kicking her feet up. 

Getting Legolas into the car was far more difficult than she imagined. By the time she convinced him it was simply a means of conveyance, there were at least ten more beasties after them. She drove her car at speed, praying all the while, that she wouldn't get caught and have to explain her passenger or his appearance. 

When they were a safe distance away she leaned over him and buckled his seatbelt. He mistook the gesture as an inappropriate advance and stringently admonished her behavior. It took the remainder of the ride to explain that it is used for safety and not as a means of sexual assault. 

Still, it was worth the traumatized look on his face when her chest brushed against his. She turned her chin slightly, their lips were mere inches apart. His eyes widened and his hands clenched a death grip on the armrests. 

Unable to help herself, Willow indulged in a laugh that only served to irritate him. The harder he grimaced, the more she laughed.

He sat as rigid as stone the remainder of the thirty-five-minute journey from the Las Vegas Strip to her home on the western outskirts of the Summerlin Valley. 

"Why don't you sit down? I'm gonna hurt my neck tryin' to talk to you like this." Willow said peering up at Legolas who stood stiffly in the center of her living room. 

He made his way across, to her beige love seat and sat awkwardly at its center, not knowing what to do with her shabby chic throw pillows. 

He silently scanned the room. Her furnishings whilst decorous appeared to have endured the passage of time in remarkable condition.  The white table in the center of the room was chipped and scratched. A weathered turquoise vase of flowers sat in the middle. 

There was a strong sense of old and new. The uniqueness of it echoing loudly about the nature of its owner.


"Why don't you watch T.V. or something." Willow conceded, "Try to entertain yourself for a few minutes, I'm going to shower. Then we are going to have a serious talk about this light thing." 

Legolas threw an apathetic glance at Willow. 'Why do I feel so small every time he looks at me. It's like having the Gaddamn King of England in your living room!' Willow huffed and stood abruptly to leave. 

Legolas jutted to his feet. Willow whipped around to face him.

"What are you doing? Why are you standing?" She frowned.

His brows furrowed. The answer was obvious, "To show my readiness." 

"Readiness for..." She gestured quizzically.

Legolas huffed, "To assist you with whatever you may require. It is the proper way to treat a lady." He reached back to gallantly clasp his hands behind him.

"Oh," She said dryly.

Legolas watched as her face darken. Her eyes were glassy with unshed tears as she left the room quietly, disappearing down the hallway. Her sullen silence seemed uncharacteristic for so outspoken and bold a person. 

Something dampened her mood. He couldn't make sense of it, but her sadness caused disquietness within him. Shortly after, rain drummed softly against the windows. He thought the timing curious but gave the matter no further thought.

His sensitive ears picked up the sound of falling water, not the rain but something closer. 

'She has a bath running', he thought. A strange scent followed then, it smelled of her only stronger. More potent than a field of flowers; it stirred something very carnal within him. 

A thought flashed through his mind then of Willow threadbare beneath then falling water. Her dark skin glistened as the water slid down her voluptuous curves. Her taut nipples hardened by the cool air.

 Legolas sighed and shifted uncomfortably as these thoughts forced a reaction from his body. His cock grew impossibly hard, a feeling he hadn't experienced in years. He found it utterly preposterous that only the scent of her could test his resolve. 

His only prayer at maintaining propriety rested in the fact that the damned scent diminished. The sound of the water stopped and he uttered a few words of thanks to Ilúvatar.

Willow emerged from her rooms sometime later wearing robes, made with material with which Legolas was not familiar. It was furry and appeared soft to the touch. It was again too short for his liking, it stopped mid-thigh and exposed her legs. 

There was the merest hint of cleavage that peeked out from the top. There was, however, no hiding her buxom breasts and nicely rounded derriere. 

Her dark hair was wet and curled tightly, in sharp contrast to the straight tendrils he'd seen earlier dangling down her back. Thankfully, his tunic was long enough to hide the massive erection that stood uncomfortably between his thighs. He stood again to welcome her.

"You've returned." He said tersely.

"I have. I do live here. This is my house." She giggled. "You don't have to be uncomfortable, Legs. I don't bite...unless you're into that sort of thing" She smiled while wiggling her eyebrows at him.

He sighed again. 'This woman is exasperating', he thought.

A knock came at the door. Sharp and loud. The individual refusing to be ignored.

"Will, it's me. Open the door. I wanna talk," The tone that came from the door was deep, resonant, and obviously male. 

Willow appeared flustered at the interruption and fidgeted with her hands. A nervous habit he was becoming accustomed to. She stared blankly at the door as if trying to decide on whether she should answer it or not.

"Should I answer?" Legolas asked, hoping to instill confidence in her with his presence.

"I know you're in there, Will, I can hear voices! Open this door babe. Don't do this! Let's talk." The voice shouted again.

This time Willow advanced the short distance from where she stood and opened the door. There stood a young man of tan complexion, handsome features, and tall with dark blonde hair. His green eyes immediately darted to Legolas as the door opened.

"What do you want Zach?" Willow stated in a clipped tone. 

It was clear that this man had in some way earned her wrath. Legolas drew nearer Willow. The feeling emanating from this new addition demanded caution. He could not shake the thought that this man was a threat to her.

"I just... want to talk." He looked at Legolas and then more pointedly added "Alone."

Willow swung her wet hair around as she looked over her shoulder at Legolas. "Give us a few please Legs. There is a room down the hall where you can wait."

Legolas' blue gaze landed on this Zach again. He gave him a hard glare before turning his back and departing.

"What's the deal with the freak show?" Legolas heard him ask Willow.

"It's none of your business who I entertain in my home. We're over remember." Willow folded her arms and jerked her neck back to face Zach. 

Legolas could imagine her pouting as she raked him over the coals. He smirked to himself. Perhaps she wouldn't need a protector after all.

He let himself into her chambers. There was a bed in the center of the room. Not a very large one but it could fit two people very comfortably. 

The room was decorated in a subtle and elegant tone with neutral colors which splashes of bright pinks, greens, and blues. A clear reminder to him of whose home he was in. She seems to have seeped into the very soul of this place. 

He sat on an overstuffed bench in front of the bed, waiting.  There were so many questions surrounding her. She appeared to simply be a mortal. Why would an Orc call her a witch and attempt to extract information about the Light from her? Does she know more than she's letting on?

Legolas remained deep in thought. Moments later, there were raised voices. Vigilance rose tenfold when heard her scream. He rushed through the door to find her sitting on the floor with tears streaming down her face, holding a reddened cheek. The knave struck her.

A storm raged and lightning struck outside as a violent paroxysm of anger took hold of Legolas' being. He struck the bastard on the column of his throat causing him to gasp and collapse to his knees. Legolas quickly unsheathed his blade. Ready to make quick work of the blackguard.

"Legs! Don't!" Willow croaked.

"This man dares to impugn your honor and has the gall to strike you as well. He is a villain and does not deserve the air that he breathes. I should cut your throat, Bastard." Legolas' seethed through clenched teeth.

"He's an asshole I agree, but do not kill him. It's not worth the time it would take to clean the blood out of my carpet." Willow said pointedly at Zach who was overcome with fright as tears streamed down his tan face.

Just as quickly as he had taken it out Legolas put his sword away. Grabbing a handful of Zach's golden locks, he dragged him to the front door and tossed him out into the rain.

"If you ever dare to darken her door again, I will finish what I started. Be gone and ne'er return." Legolas slammed the door with vehemence. He turned to see Willow still sitting on the floor holding her cheek and staring at him with a look he couldn't quite place.

"Is something the matter?" He asked as he approached her.

"No, nothing is wrong, I'm just baffled, is all. I mean do you go around saving damsels in distress every day? Is that a regular thing for you?" 

Legolas knelt at her side and carefully placed her arms around his neck and wound his other arm around her waist. He hooked his arm under her knees and stood then cradling her in his arms as he carried her back to her room. 

Willow for once was speechless. She swallowed past the nervous lump in her throat as he placed her gently on her bed. He stared searchingly into her eyes as she clung to him. They said nothing for several moments until he broke the silence.

"I need a wet cloth and chilled water," He said as his cool breath danced across her face with Willow's arms still clasped tightly about his neck. He glanced at her arms and smiled to acknowledge her unwillingness to release the embrace. Willow let her arms drop to the bed as she nervously cleared her throat.

"The-the closet door there" Willow stuttered nervously as she pointed at a closed door to her left "Use the tap in the bathroom for cool water there" She pointed to her bathroom on her right. 

Willow watched as Legolas retrieved a face towel from the closet and after some wrestling with the tap, soaked it in some cool water. He returned to place the cloth on her cheek. Willow hadn't noticed that it stung until he placed the cloth on it.

"Thank you." She said truly grateful he was there with her albeit the situation was quite embarrassing. "He wasn't always like that." She said. "He used to be sweet, kind, and a real gentleman. It was after the dust settled that he started hitting me. I knew I shouldn't have let him in." She chastised herself. "It's just we were together for so long and I wanted to hear him out."

"There was nothing important that he had to say. Individuals like him have a predilection for violence. He came only to see if his control over you still held sway. Seeing me here obviously upset his plans to reestablish your relationship and his hold on you. Your resistance to his advances obviously was the tipping point. Men like him should be castrated. A man who can strike a woman is not a man at all." He stated matter-of-factly.

Willow shrugged, "Still thanks again for having my back."

"Your what- "Legolas was stunned into silence as Willow threw her arms about his neck and held him close. He could feel every curve as her body pressed close to his. The familiar yet uncomfortable feeling began again in his groin. He gently broke her hold.

"I think it's time you got some rest. I will hold the night watch. Tomorrow we will discuss everything else. I bid you good night, Lady Dubois." He bowed over her hand gallantly and strode from her room. 

For some time after his departure. Willow sat in silence, thinking about this man who barged his way into her life. She wasn't sure if his purpose was for good or ill but she was glad to have him. Willow rested comfortably, sleeping more soundly than she had in a while. Resting in the knowledge that Legolas would protect her.


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