Title: A choice of four
Author: Maeglin Yedi ([email protected])
Website: http://forever-rebel.net/maeglinyedi/
Rating: NC-17
Pairing / Main characters: Boromir/Legolas/Aragorn/OFC
Series/Sequel: unfinished, parts 1-3
Summary: Denethor wants Boromir to get married. Boromir has one week to choose between a prince of Mirkwood and a lady from Rivendell. However, a certain Ranger is worried and will do anything to keep these Elves safe.
Disclaimer: All the characters from Lord of the Rings belong to J.R.R. Tolkien. I just borrow them for some fun.
Archive/distribution: Sure, but please let me know where my fics go and send me the url.
Date: Aug 2002
Notes: AU, no Ring.
What can I say....finished my FotR fic and couldn´t get these gorgeous men out of my head.....so what's a girl got to do? Write another fic.
I have no idea where this will be going but I can assure you that it will be smutty and....um....smutty ;-)
There will be an OFC in this fic....mainly because Tolkien didn't create a lot of interesting women to use in a story, so I came up with one. Tannilien, youngest daughter of Lord Elrond. Mary Sue? Perhaps.....haven´t decided on that yet ;-)
Let me know what you think and any ideas or plot bunnies are most welcome!
This fic will be told in several pov´s
Warning: Slash and graphic sex.
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A choice of four 1
By Maeglin Yedi
Tannilien’s pov
I cannot believe this!
I cannot.
How can my father possibly think that I will agree upon the fact that some man can choose me to become his wife.
I listened to all the arguments: it will be for the good of our people, it will be for the good of Middle-Earth, it is necessary for the race of Men and Elves to come together.
But really, must we come together in such an intimate way?
And the worst part is that this man will have a choice. It is expected of me to travel to the land of Gondor with my dear friend from Mirkwood and we must present ourselves so this man can decide which one of us will be at his side for the rest of his life.
The only light I can see right now is that men aren’t immortal. The mere thought of having to spend my entire existence in such a way is almost enough for me to perish away from grief.
I cannot believe it.
As I walk across the corridor completely lost in my thoughts I don’t hear him approach me. And even if I hadn’t been distracted by the horror of the turn my life is about to take, I wouldn’t have heard him either. My friend probably has the lightest feet of all Elves and can approach anyone without a sound.
Two soft hands on my shoulder tell me that my childhood friend has arrived. And soft lips on my cheek tell me that he’s still my friend and perhaps so much more.
“Tannilien. I have missed you,” he says in his soft voice. I look in his blue eyes and smile.
“Legolas. Your presence makes my day seem a little more brighter,” I tell him as he grabs me in a warm embrace.
It has been almost a decade since I have seen him, touched him. But what is a decade in an immortal existence. We have known each other for so many years, since we were both young Elves that had to learn everything about the world that surrounds us.
“My day has also been brightened by my arrival at your home,” he whispers as he holds me close.
“I cannot believe what they expect from us,” I tell him as we let go of each other.
“Neither can I. My father insists though. For me there is no choice but to travel to Gondor to meet this man,” he says as we continue our walk across the corridor.
“Yes, my father insists as well. Says that it is for the good of Middle Earth.” I sigh and Legolas places his strong arm over my shoulders.
“Worry not, my dear friend,” he whispers in my ear. “Whatever will happen in the land of men, we will be together.”
I smile at him. He is right. We are not alone. We will face this journey together.
We lie side by side on the grass under the trees in one of the many gardens of my home. Our heads against each other, his light hair in perfect contrast with my dark hair. We watch the leaves move silently in the light breeze and tell each other about the past years of our lives. I have missed him. There is not a soul in the world that makes me feel more comfortable. Not a soul that I would want to trust with my most intimate secrets and desires.
Legolas knows everything about me. And I know everything about him. We keep no secrets from one another. We share our feelings of hope and despair. Of friendship and love.
“Do I need to get down on the grass with you or will you get up to greet me properly?”
That voice.
It can´t be.
“Estel!” I cry out as I see the man that haunts my dreams as I sleep alone at night, standing in the shadow of the trees.
“Tannil, my beloved sister,” he says as he opens his arms so I can greet him properly, as he wishes.
And those words strike into my heart as a blade would. He acknowledges me as a sister while I see him as so much more than the brother he wants to be.
I feel his arms around me and I bury my face in his neck. His warm body and his distinctive scent make me want to close my eyes and never let my arms leave his strong form.
“What brings you home after so many years?” I ask him as he lets go of me.
“Elrond wishes for me to accompany you and the prince of Mirkwood to Gondor,” he explains and I feel my body shiver at the idea of spending so many days to come in his company.
“This must be the prince of Mirkwood,” Aragorn says and I look over my shoulder to see Legolas stand up behind me.
“Forgive me my manners,” I tell the dark-haired man who looks at my dear friend in a mixture of interest and caution.
“Legolas, this is Aragorn, son of Arathorn,” I tell the Elf who now stands besides me and offers his hand to the man I so greatly desire.
“It is a pleasure to finally meet you, Prince of Mirkwood,” Aragorn says politely and shakes the hand that is offered to him.
“Likewise,” Legolas says and looks at me again.
I smile at the both of them. Even though the thought of having to travel to Gondor and be presented to a man I have never met before still fills my heart with despair, I can now see a little more light at the dark horizon when I think of the Man and the Elf that will be at my side.
“Let us go inside and join your father,” Aragorn says and offers me his arm. I accept it gratefully and we walk towards my home together.
I can feel Legolas’ eyes on me and I smile. My friend knows about my desires for the man besides me and is often amused by my declarations of passion that I will only share with him and never with the man they are meant for.
As much as my heart desires to be loved by this man I will never tell him how I feel. For I know that he does not feel that way about me. He loves me as a sister. And I love him as a man.