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You get TWO chapters tonight,since I forgot to post last night at the [ profile] slashy_retreat! We're having a fantastic, exciting, hopefully productive time!

Wish you were here!

A little piece of this chapter is dedicated to [ profile] melian. Heehee! *hugs*


I've got too much time on my hands
And it's ticking away
Ticking away from me

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Chapter Twenty-four

When they got back to her apartment, she invited him up, hoping beyond hope that they could continue what he’d started in the car. He paused there in the darkness just inside the door, taking her into his arms and pressing his warm lips against hers, caressing her with his flesh. She could feel his need for her where he pressed against her lower belly. When he finally pulled back, she was limp in his arms. He rested his head against her forehead, his eyes closed and his beautiful features contorted with anguish.

“Legolas,” she whispered, bringing her thumb up to graze his fine cheekbone. “What‘s wrong?”

“Dis,” he said, his voice cracking. “Dis is all wroeng. I kinnot biend wid u. U noe dat.”

“Why?” she begged. “If we never tell, no one will ever know. We can keep it secret, if that’s what you want. My lips are sealed.” She pretended to lock her lips up and toss the imaginary key over her shoulder before leaning in to fasten them firmly to his once more.

He parted for her, their tongues tangled, and the wet glistening dance went on for a few moments before he pulled back again, panting.

“I hav tu goe,” he whispered, moving his hands up to clasp her face between his palms.

“Stay a little while longer, please? Just come have a cup of hot tea, perhaps. I promise we can slow down if this is too quick for you. I mean, you’re immortal, right? You have all the time in the world...."

“En my world,” he sighed, clearly distressed. “I hav all da tiem en da wurld, buet oenlee en Meedle-erth. I oenlee hav a feuw daez laeft hear.”

“You don’t have to go back. You can just stay here. Surely Gandalf knew you might make that choice when he helped you get back last time.”

“I muest goe bak. Da Fellowship neadz me. I em da fienist archur en Mirkwood, proebublee en all of Meedle-erth. Elrond deed noet sealekt me ober heez oen kiend fur nuthin.”

He cocked his head and contemplated his last statement as she battled to come up with a new strategy.

“Deed dat souwnd kunseetid?”

“No. It sounded positively elven to me.”


Two kisses and a few moments of breathlessness later, thinking quite aloud, the Prance muttered, ”Whie deed Elrond piek me eniwae? He culd hav seant dat azhoel Glorfindel....”

“He’s got a thing for Glorfindel, Legolas. Everybody knows that.”

She had to giggle at the look he gave her, which could only be described as purely innocent and totally amazed.

“He DUZ??

“Yes. Now forget that, where were we?” she said, taking him by the hand and pulling him into her tiny kitchen.

On to Chapter Twenty-five
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