You Are Mine

You Are Mine

By PassitAround

The winds whistled through the tress bending the great oaks to their will, their branches clacking together, leaves loosed of their moorings flying fast and free. What little could be seen of the heavens showed them to be heavy, a violent gray with flashing tongues of lightning. Thunder loosed over Arda, and the grounds shook, trembling almost in fear of the storm that quickly approached. Again did the winds gust, moaning through the trees whipping the long blades of grass in a twisted and macabre dance.

All had taken shelter within the Great Hall, listening to music or drinking and playing games. She however relished the coming of storms such as this, the raw energy that heralded the arrival of something that could not be controlled. She shivered as her long knee length black hair was whipped about her, the great stallion of a similar hue to her hair dancing beneath her eager to be loosed upon the plains. She could feel him quiver, could feel the need of the beast to engage his baser side, to run free and so she gives him leave to do so. A mighty toss of his head and a bugling cry was torn from his throat before he reared high then leapt forwards, his body straining to flatten out and run with freedom.

The Elleth who rode him needed neither saddle nor bridle as both were connected in an elemental sort of way, both wild and free, both headstrong. But she had met her match, She had been in the Great Halls of Mirkwood for nearly a week and she knew his stubbornness matched her own, could feel his pull upon her senses. She was of Noldorian birth, bidden by her Atar King Gildor to deliver a message to the Great Woodland King. Her first sight of him was more exciting than the storms she loved so, He was a predator, it was their in his eyes, the way he watched her at board when he ate and his fingers lingered after a tempting morsel near his lips. The way he stroked his goblet of wine, eyes upon her. It had unnerved her at first, but two could play this game he deemed fitting to play. So she ignored him and spent her time with his son Legolas, he was charming, quick of wit and full of mirth. Though not of her age he made an excellent companion and had filled her in on the lore of Mirkwood and made sure that she knew of the dangers that abound within the dark silent world.

>>>Over the Days<<<

At board over the next few nights she made sure to tempt Legolas to laughter, her exotic blue green eyes burning with challenge for she could feel the Elf King's rising fury and instead of fearing it, it made her burn. Her breasts swelled against her gown, the nipples turgid peaks and she often shifted allowing the silk of her gown to brush over them. She was aware the Elf King knew what she was about for his gaze at one point had lingered upon those hard peaks before he had risen in temper and left his table. For three nights now he had done so and she grinned clearly enjoying this game between the two of them.

That night as she had gone to her room the hallway had been empty or so she had thought. Torches had flickered casting long shadows down the corridors but a shuffling behind her soon gave way to a very large presence behind her. A voice very close to her sensitive ear lobe whispered teasing the flesh and her eyes fluttered shut. His body crowded hers as he pinned her against the wall, palms flat against the smooth stone as she tried to remove herself from his path. "You are a tease. Think you my son can give you what you need?" he purred. She shivered then gasped as he pressed against her his erection hot against her lower back and hips. "I know not of which you speak. Your son keeps me company no more. It is you who are the tease, think you I do not know what you are doing?" He growled low and one large hand grasped the thick wealth of raven hair at her nape and locked within tilting her head back, leaving her throat bare to his perusal. She swallowed hard suddenly afraid of him and nearly jerked free as his lips and teeth nipped at her earlobe ringing a cry from her. As his tongue swept over the hollow she pushed back against him arching wildly against that thick erection. His hand tightened in her hair the other hand moving along her shoulder to her breast where he cupped and squeezed. She whimpered her hands sliding over the smooth stone, legs trembling as they sought to keep her upright.