The Excalibur - 2272 AD
Angel sat in her room with the Ball of Sight in her lap.
She wasn't using it, just sitting there holding it in her lap while she tried to read The
Fellowship of the Ring. The turbulence of the ship was rocking her all over the place.
She'd never known such a rough patch of hyperspace. She had asked Demon what was going
on, and 'turbulence' was the only answer she got. Demon wasn't going to say more, so Angel
dropped it.
All of a sudden, the ship lost gravity for about five seconds,
just long enough for Angel to float up off the sofa. Then the gravity returned. She remembered
falling, falling and then nothing...
A forest outside Rivendell- during the period when the
Fellowship was readying themselves for their journey to Mordor.
Legolas Greenleaf heard something behind him. A very female
voice was saying some very unladylike things. Actually, he wasn't sure what she was saying,
but the words sounded obscene. He turned and something hit him, hard enough to land him
on his backside. He grabbed that something by her arms and held her away from him. She
was beautiful. She had black hair and the bluest eyes he'd ever seen. Her ears! She was
human.
"Let me go, you stupid--" Her eyes widened when
she looked at him. "What are you?"
"I am Legolas Greenleaf of Mirkwood." She howled
with laughter.
"Right! Legolas Greenleaf!" She laughed even
louder. He shook her. Those blue eyes flashed at him.
"Let go of me. You're hurting me!" She yelled.
She didn't look hurt. She looked excited to him. Her face
was flushed, and her eyes sparkled. She surely excited him, as evidenced by how uncomfortable
his leggings were all of a sudden.
"I'm taking you to see Lord Elrond." He dragged
the woman to her feet and that was when he noticed it. He noticed her Ball of Sight laying
on the ground. A Palantir? She had a Palantir? Was she a spy from Sauron? Was she from
Isengard?
The woman fought him like a demon. He struggled with her,
but he was strong, stronger than a human. He finally tied her hands behind her, despite
her screams and struggles. When they got to Rivendell proper, he stood still for a bit,
trying to tame the tightness in his leggings. Every time he looked back at the beauty in
her red, skin-tight leggings and red tunic, he wanted to shove her down into the soft green
grass and take her, until she screamed his name over and over.
Legolas Greenleaf! Indeed! She was going to kill one Captain
Matthew Gideon for this! He must have spent a year's salary on this joke! How could he
have known what she was reading? Had Demon told him? Damn him anyway! Sometimes he just
went too far. [Just you wait, Matt!]
The elf was good though. He even had little pointed ears.
And he was handsome. Goddess, was he handsome! All that silver blond hair, and those deep
blue eyes. The way he looked at her wasn't lost on her either, nor was the bulge under
his tunic. Matthew had found the perfect specimen to play Legolas. She wondered if the
hair was real.
The ropes on Angel's wrists were chafing, so while 'Legolas'
busied himself with adjusting his leggings, she set her mind to untying herself. Her mind
untied the ropes in short order. She kept her hands behind her back anyway. No use giving
her secrets away so soon. Not until she found out what they planned to do with her.
Legolas led her into the home of Elrond. [Rivendell. Right!]
It must have cost a fortune to do all this. She followed him through passages and halls.
Nothing was closed up. Huge windows made the rooms seem as if they were still outdoors.
She took it all in, wide-eyed. She didn't ignore the elf's tight butt or his long legs
as he walked in front of her either.
Elrond was as beautiful in his own way as Legolas was,
with his dark hair and those intense blue eyes. He fit the part as well as Legolas did
his. What planet had Matt found to stage this thing on?
"This is a human I found in the forest. She had this,"
Legolas held out her Ball of Sight to Elrond, "Palantir with her."
Elrond took the Ball and looked at it closely. He held
it up to the light and ran his hands all over it. His brow wrinkled as he studied the ball.
He finally lay it on a table behind him, careful to place it in a place where it would
be safe from rolling off the edge. He turned his attention to Angel and smiled.
"And who might you be?"
"I might be Goldilocks, but I'm not. I'm Angelique
Denier."
He just looked at her for a long minute, like he could
see inside her. "You are lost here, though. You must be tired and hungry. I shall
have some food and a bath prepared for you." He nodded to a dark haired female elf
who left the room.
"Legolas, take your guest to the chamber beside yours."
When Angel moved to get her Ball, Elrond said, "I
think I'll keep this for a bit. I know it's not a Palantir, but I'm not sure what it is.
I'd like Gandalf to see it, before I give it back."
Angel was angry. This had gone far enough! She raised her
hand and made the Ball rise from the table and come toward her. Elrond plucked it from
the air and put it back on the table. He looked hard at her then smiled again. He was almost
impossible for her to read. Was the smile one of indulgence or did anger glitter in those
eyes?
"No harm will come to it. It will be returned to you."
He turned and addressed Legolas. "Take her to her room."
Legolas grabbed her roughly by her elbow and jerked her
toward the door. She jerked her arm away from him, but followed him from the room. He took
her arm again once they were outside in the hall.
The very air was charged with his anger AND his arousal
as Legolas led, well, dragged the woman to her room. He allowed her to eat and wash up
a bit, before he said anything to her.
"Will tying you do any good?"
"What do you think?"
"I think I shall do it anyway. And stay here with
you to guard you. Right here with you." He picked up her as if she was a small child
and plopped her unceremoniously in the middle of the big bed. Before she could do anything,
he had tied her left wrist to the bedpost and then he tied her right. He towered over her,
looking down on her. She almost took his breath away. He could see her nipples through
the thin red material of her tunic. He wanted to suck them, bite them till she screamed
and moaned beneath him.
This woman made him crazy, made him want to hurt her, want
to love her! It was so confusing. Elves didn't normally show a lot of emotion. That came
from being immortal. There just didn't seem to be anything to get all upset or excited
about most of the time. But this girl. She was all excitement. She made his blood boil.
She made his cock ache. She made him furious.
He moved up on the bed over her. She didn't look very afraid.
She looked defiant. And she looked aroused. Her eyes were darkened and her lips were parted.
She slipped her tongue out and ran it along her lower lip. He swooped down on her, laying
his body over hers, kissing her hard, plunging his tongue in, conquering not exploring.
He raised up and grabbed her shirt, tearing it from top to bottom.
The sight of her creamy white breasts made Legolas' cock
twitch. He reached one hand down and freed himself from his leggings. He sat back on his
haunches and stroked himself as he looked at her. He reached for her leather leggings,
drawing them down, down until she was exposed fully to him. He had to remove her boots
first then he slid the leggings off. Legolas realized he was about to take her, whether
she wanted it or not. He didn't care. He moved over her, and looked down into her sapphire
blue eyes. He knew then that it wouldn't be rape. She was consenting. He slid his hand
down to touch her, opening her folds and sliding his fingers in easily. He moved down her
body, finally suckling those perfect breasts as his fingers continued their assault.
"Legolas!" She gasped as she arched into his
hand.
"Yes, my lady?" His voice was a low purr as he
looked up from her nipple.
"Take me now!" Angel found herself saying to
this beautiful stranger.
He did, plunging in deep and hard. She gasped as her body
welcomed his assault. His mouth was still at her breast. He bit her nipple, pulling it
with his teeth until it hurt just enough to make her groan. Then he moved up enough to
kiss her while he thrust into her. Legolas had his hands on either side of her and his
tongue in her mouth as he slammed into her. She felt her body begin to tighten around him,
not allowing him to pull all the way out.
Angel let go of any control she had left and went hurtling
out into that place of pleasure that defies description. Legolas went with her, murmuring
her name as she felt him fill her. He pounded into her again and again, until he lay unmoving
on top of her, still joined to her with his head resting on her shoulder.
He finally moved from her and lay down beside her, falling
asleep almost immediately. Angel smiled to herself and worked the ropes loose again with
her mind. She grabbed her clothes and dressed. She took the elf's shirt, since her own
was beyond repair. She tiptoed out of the room and down the hall to where Elrond had put
her Ball of Sight. The young witch heard giggles coming from somewhere.
"Come out, wherever you are," she called and
two little men came tumbling out from behind a large chair. They stood up nervously and
grinned at her.
"I'm Merry, and this is Pippin. We're Frodo's cousins.
We heard that there was a pretty lady here, and we wanted to see her."
Angel stood there with her mouth open. Hobbits! They were
gorgeous little men actually. Merry was the taller of the two. He had lovely brown curls
and a stubborn little face. He was actually quite handsome, if he hadn't been so tiny.
The other one, Pippin, had the sweetest smile she had ever seen. His blue eyes sparkled
with good humor. And their feet! They were big and hairy, just like the books said. These
two looked like trouble was wherever they were.
"I need some help getting outside. Can you help me?"
"Well, sure we can, my lady." Both of them bowed,
and she followed as they ran toward the door.
Angel wondered when she had stopped thinking this was a
prank and started believing it was real. Out in the courtyard, everything looked the same.
She finally spotted the gates, and she headed for the forest. She had no idea how she was
going to get home, but she knew she had to go back to where the elf had found her.
Legolas woke bound to the bed. He was furious with himself
for falling under the woman's spell and even more furious that she appeared to be gone.
A head popped in the door. Merry's head was followed by Pippin's head. Legolas looked down
at his naked body and over at his tied wrists.
"Come here and untie me." He said it deliberately
and calmly. Merry untied one side and Pippin the other. "Now where did she go?"
Merry said nothing, that stubborn jaw tightening at the
question. Pippin piped up and said, "Who?"
"Angel," was the calm reply.
"OOOOH, the lady? Merry and I helped her find her
way outside." Merry gave Pip a stern look, but those looks never did much good.
Legolas got up and put his leggings back on. He didn't
have time to be embarrassed by what the hobbits had seen. He threw on his over tunic and
grabbed his knife. He ran out the door and back toward the part of the forest where he
had found her. He hadn't decided whether he wanted to save her or punish her. He knew he
had to find her, though.
This looked like where she had come into the forest, but
so did every other part of it! Damn! This wasn't going to be easy. Angel knew that someone
would be after her soon. She ran, and she ran, and ran until she thought her lungs would
burst, then she ran some more. The forest still looked the same. She stumbled over a tree
root, and the Ball of Sight flew from her hands and hit a tree. It shattered in a million
pieces! All of a sudden, she was falling, falling ...and everything went black.
Legolas could not believe she just disappeared like that.
She was gone! He picked up a piece of the shattered glass and held it in his hand. He just
stood there for a long time. Then he slid the piece of glass in his pocket and headed back
to Rivendell.
Angel awoke in Medbay. Luke stood over her, looking concerned.
Demon was pale with worry as she looked at Angel. Gideon stood with his arm around his
wife. Angel tried to raise herself up, but Luke put a hand out to motion her back down.
"You had quite a bump on your head, Angel. Got a nasty
little concussion and scared Demon and Lily to death!"
"But--"
"Just rest." So she did.
Angel found out later that she had fallen and hit her head
on the Ball of Sight, shattering it and giving herself a concussion. She had been out for
several days. The Excalibur had gone to the nearest base for some repairs while she was
unconscious. They had even picked up a few new pilots and weapons specialists.
One of these men had come down to Medbay for some shots
that he'd managed to avoid before his new assignment. Angel was sitting at Luke's desk
when he came in, getting ready to return to her quarters. She glanced at the young man
idly.
And almost fainted.
It was him! The hair was dark and the eyes brown, but it
was him. She just stared.
He reached in his pocket and took out a piece of glass,
worn over time to a dull finish, but Angel knew what it was.
He laid it in her hand and said, "We finally meet
again, my lady."
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