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Trick-or-treat for

bluegerl.

A microficlet, and a fairly dark one. Caveat lector.

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He had, it must be confessed, watched them for days, as antagonism melted into tolerance, companionship, brotherhood, and finally into lust. How swiftly their petty human emotions moved. But that was as well, for their lives were so frantic and brief; even the Dúnedain, for all their boastfulness of long life, existed for a mere handspan of time before mortality snatched their last breath away.

And how coarse they were in their coupling, sweating and grunting, their naked limbs tangling together with no regard for grace or the sublime pleasure of love. What they called love was a reaction, the way they ate or slept, a response to base need. And yet, as he watched, something cold and metallic crept round his heart. And as they lay together afterward, murmuring soft words and caressing each other’s hair and skin, the heretofore unknown sensation constricted, tightening his heart in chill bands of pain. He had returned to the campfire, aching and bewildered.

For what were those two to him?

He sat apart from the others, his eyes cast down, until a glint of gold caught the light, and a voice called to him, soft, maddening, compelling. The Halfling too sat apart, troubled, quiet, his bright burden singing its song. He heard it as if for the first time, but as its music burrowed deeper within him, he comprehended that he had been hearing it since Rivendell. Only now it had a piercing clarity, a sudden ferocious beauty. Temptation opened its arms and beckoned, and with the infinite agility and silence of his kind, he rose and answered its call.

Dispatching his companions had been simplicity itself.

Now he gazed down at the two Men, bound together, naked, trembling, full of fear and rage. What joy to behold their faces when they had returned from their vulgar congress to understand what he had wrought; how delectable it had been to see the hurt and shock in Aragorn’s eyes at a perceived betrayal, Boromir’s terror as he realized that beneath beauty and delicacy lay purest steel. And how pleasurable it had been to subdue them. But now: what to do with them?

Legolas raised one slender, white hand and cupped the Ring, thrilling to its sweet, poisonous song. Smiling down at the Men, he knew that he had all the time in the world.

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Oh, that surely is a dark one. I think it's brilliant and so beautifully written.

What joy to behold their faces when they had returned from their vulgar congress to realize what he had wrought; how delectable it had been to see the hurt and shock in Aragorn’s eyes at a perceived betrayal, Boromir’s terror as he realized that beneath beauty and delicacy lay purest steel. What a stunning line.

Amazing what you manage to dio in such a short piece. Hat off, dear, hat off.

I guess Gimli was right after all; you can't trust an elf.

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