Disclaimer: I own nothing but Rialel. I wish I owned Legolas, though, but this story and it's contents ( except for my, yeah, yeah, Mary Sue character) belong to J.R.R. Tolkien.

Once Rivals


At least she had acknowledged his existence.

Legolas had not been hallucinating, he'd seen it with his trained eyes- they fooled him not. When the feast in the Great Hall had ended, and Rivendell and it's guests were beginning to depart, she had looked at him from across the Hall, then slipped out the door in to the night. The look in Rialel Rosewood's eyes was an undistinguishable one.

Mirkwood's prince had stared at the door for a few moments afterwards, as if she would return again. As if her presence, in all it's great beauty would grace him once more. However, she did not. She had gone to her quarters for the evening. After all, she had not always been the most social of elves.

" Legolas..." Arwen approached, after seeing the young elf trapped in a daze. This dream-like state shattered at her voicing of his name.

Finding Arwen at his side, he smiled. She returned this gesture, then hesitated.

" Are you all right, Legolas?"

He nodded once, then told her,

" Yes, my lady."

When Rialel had left, it seemed she had tied some sort of invisible rope about the blonde elf, or at least his heart, and he had the sensation of being pulled after her.

" Will you excuse me, my lady?" Legolas inquired.

" Yes, of course." Was the response.


Legolas walked under the Rivendell night. The stars gleamed like white jewels in the sky, the moon in the center, shining in all it's glory. The only thing in his head was Rialel. He'd known her all his life, and as he went towards her quarters, he began to muse on their connections over the hundreds and hundreds of years...


They were once rivals. As young elves, it seemed they were forever craving to be better than the other. Perhaps it was the hunger for competition that often appears in youths that drove this.

It went on for quite a number of years. Legolas was from Mirkwood, and Rialel from Rivendell, but several times per year, when they were to see each other at some event or another, ( forced to see each other, in their perspectives), there was always some sort if informal contest. Sometimes a battle of wits, both subtly testing the wisdom of one another, but mostly, physical skill. The question of who the better hunter was came up quite often, but what they yearned to know was who the better archer was. Because they were always practicing their skills, so they could achieve a higher level than the other, they became to of the greatest archers Middle Earth had ever known.

This rivalry was never settled. Back and forth it went, Legolas would win at one thing, and Rialel another. Finally, after a great deal of time, it no longer mattered to them.

Unfortunately, they realized the foolishness of their rivalry much later on than most would when considering their actions. Sadly it had taken them over two-thousand years. Unlike the elves, their rivalry was mortal. So in the end, it died.

Rialel and Legolas never truly became close after this. Now older, they spoke to each other with coy sarcasm, and pretended not to care for the other. But this was as far from the truth as possible.

They were growing up, basking in those few hundred years until an elf is actually considered an adult, but wise enough, and mature enough to become one. They had grown in to such lovely creatures. Rialel in to one of the land's greatest beauty, and Legolas in to quite a handsome devil if there ever was one.

As a hundred years or so went along, they found themselves quite attracted to one another. And at the telling of this tale, they have all began to feel quite strongly for one another.

It is a tragic fact that the stubbornness that resides in them keeps them from admitting their true feelings. So their hearts long from afar.

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Legolas arrived at Rialel's quarters. The entrance brought him to her sitting room. Beyond that, was her bedroom. Silently, as he did not want to be heard, he crept through her home.

She was in none of the rooms. Legolas stood in her bedroom, puzzled. Where could she have gone? He pondered this, but as he was doing so, his keen ears picked up on a faint sound. It was the sound of water, and he remembered the room he'd neglected.

He soundlessly traveled down the stone steps at the back of her bedroom, until he arrived in a large room, brightly lit with firelight from twin fireplaces, and glass balls containing this same element. The walls were high, and they were a sort of cream color. Legolas faintly remembered coming here, oh, so many years ago.

In the middle of the room was a bath. The water was soothingly warm, and crystal clear, a thin layer of steam sitting atop it, from its temperature. On one side, a small waterfall spilled the same sort of water. In the middle of the pool, enjoying a bath, was Rialel.

Legolas felt his heart leap in to his throat. The elven girl was completely naked- And she was leaving the bathing pool,

Her arms, strong from archery, helped her out of the water. Legolas felt a fire spring in to his loins, and his member stir. He tried his hardest to remain calm, but tracking water on her way to the waterfall was Rialel.
The prince took in the sight of her. She seemed to be sculpted, perfectly shaped. Her flawless skin was quite fair, and next to her raven locks, she appeared even lighter.

She approached the waterfall, and stepped under it, the water cascading over he body. Legolas silently drew in his breath. For a few moments, he imagined running his hands over her body, the way the heated liquid did to her. He imagined how warm the water must make her, how soft she would be under his touch.

Legolas swallowed as she ran her hands along her body, as if helping the water to wash her. Her long hair clung to her back in a wet, silken mass. It had grown like a wildfire as a child, and she had kept it long. Normally, she wore it in a long braid down her back, but tonight was a special occasion, and she'd let it down.

He loved her hair down. It was smooth, and hung in the softest of waves. Often in light, it would shine it's healthy shine, and Legolas had yearned for so long to let his fingers glide through it.

Rialel had finished her shower. She stepped out from under the waterfall. On a table, a bit away from the pool, was a table. On it, was a large cloth. She used it to dry herself of as much water as she could. She wrung out her hair, and a good deal of water splashed to the ground from the thick mass. The girl then combed her fingers through it, and let it fall down her back, slightly wavier from the water.

She then fetched a long red robe. As the female pulled the rich material around her, and it hugged her, hardly hiding her delicious curves. 

Her cheeks were rosy from the heat of the room, and they complemented her red lips. She smoothed down the sole garment on her, then decided that it was time to return to her bedroom.

However, when she looked up, that was when she saw Legolas there, standing stiff as a statue at the bottom of the stairs, staring at her, a somewhat flushed look on his face.

Rialel's eyes turned cold, as she glared at him.

" Legolas Greenleaf." She growled, and began to walk towards him.

Legolas saw the anger in the other elf's eyes, and unconsciously, took one step backwards. Rialel spoke her words to him, a cold tone still embedded in her voice.

" You cheeky little fox."

She told him these words, ignoring the ones her heart aimed to have her say.

The prince took a deep breath.

" My greatest apologies, Rialel." She'd approached him, and he took her hand in his, placing a single kiss on it.

The habit of biting her lip threatened to rear its head, but Rialel suppressed it, as Legolas' lips met her skin for the first time. She crossed her arms, and studied him.

" What are you doing here, Legolas? You should be preparing."

Offering a small smile, he told her,

" If I'm not ready now, what will the small amount of time that is left do?" He paused, then told her, " I came to say goodbye."

The girl cocked her head.

" To say goodbye? What for? Have you forgotten our past? There were times when we HATED one another."

A tinge of sadness was in his sigh.

" I have not forgotten. You are still in ways that irritating child."

She opened her mouth to say something, then closed it, for she saw the soft smile on the prince's face. 

" I bid farewell to all my acquaintances in Mirkwood, Rialel. I found it only natural to do the same here in Rivendell. And though we have not always gotten along, I found it the correct thing to do."

Silently, Rialel nodded. They were not exchanging the winsome remarks they usually did. It was too important a time.

" And you found in completely necessary to do this after watching me wash?"

A sheepish look crossed his face.

" I could not find you, you see. But then I heard water, and came down to where we are now. I had no idea you... Would not be wearing a single item of clothing."

An eyebrow arched, and Rialel sent him an amused look. She then sighed, and decided to change the tone of their conversation to a more serious tone, for this was needed. She took a seat on the steps, and motioned for him to repeat her actions.

For a few moments, she studied him. Resting her head in her hand, she began to speak in a calm tone.

" You say goodbye as if you will never see any of us again?"

Legolas mutely nodded, and watched the water spill from the waterfall.

" Tell me, Legolas, do you have no faith in you or the Fellowship?"

A sad fog appeared in his eyes.

" It is not that. It is the fact that one can not tell fate. We know the path leads to Mount Doom, but we can not predict what we might face before our arrival there.

" If I vanished from Middle Earth, I would regret that I had not stated the goodbyes I had needed to state."

Rialel understood his words. Well of course she did- Deep down they were soul mates. They were so much alike, brave but loving. Strong, but sweet. They enjoyed the same activities, and more often than not thought the same way. But both were blind to these facts.

" Your valiance is great, Legolas." She told him.

It was at this note that he looked over at her.

" And I am glad to have known you." A wide smile took on her face, and she added. " Even though we often swore to kill the other."

Legolas smiled kindly.

" You have proven that you are not so bad in the end, Rialel." He told her.
The grin on her face faded in to something like the warm smile he sent to her.


" As are you, prince."
Several moments passed, and all they did was gaze at one another, longingly. Rialel's eyes traveled over his shining bright eyes, his fair face, his luscious lips... It was this last part that prompted Rialel to do what she did next.

Her hands cupped his face, and she leaned towards him, bringing her lips to his. Immediately, a fire of lust exploded in both of them. At first, they merely relished the feeling of soft lips on soft lips, before venturing in to a kiss.

They had no consciousness- This was the only thing that existed. A few more moments in to the kiss, and Legolas' arm snaked around her waist to draw the female closer to him. This however, was the moment, Rialel finally floated back to Middle Earth.

Gasping, she broke from him, and stared at the blonde prince.

" L-Legolas?" She stuttered his name.

He gazed back at her with the same startled look.

Swiftly, Rialel got up. She went a few paces, and buried her face in her hands. It seemed so illusory to her. Images from their childhood to present flashed through her mind.

This was LEGOLAS. In her youth, she'd despised him. And they'd just shared a kiss.

She winced as she felt his hands on her shoulders.

" Rialel..."

" Legolas, I..."

He turned her around to face him.

" I beg of you, do not run from me."

" But-"

Before she could speak the words she desired to, he placed a finger on her lips.

" There is no past. There is no future. There is only you, and I, and these moments. Think of only this."

With that, Legolas, removed his finger, and gently leaned down, his lips drawing closer to Rialel's, but not meeting them, asking her if she desired to kiss him again. She could feel his warm, sweet breath in her lips.

Slowly, her arms slid around his neck, and they drew each other in to an embrace, engaging in an ardent kiss.


For some time, they shared this kiss. But words became necessary, so slowly, their kiss was broken.

" What better way..." Legolas whispered against his lips.

" To say goodbye..." Rialel finished for him.

He scooped her up in to his powerful arms, and carried her up the stairs, to her bedroom. Laying her down on the bed, he climbed atop her. He pressed one kiss against her lips, before his tongue gently ran along the bottom one. Tongues slid between lips, and met, slowly dancing.

Rialel's neck was where Legolas found his mouth next. As he brushed soft kisses along it, he smiled, she closed her eyes.

" Legolas..." She moaned, for his lips on this place aroused her to no end.

Slowly, his tongue traced down the appendage, drawing more moans from the girl.

Her fingers gently pulled his shirt from his belt. While his mouth teased her neck, her hands sneaked under his shirt. Legolas slowly pulled from her, and removed this garment.

As his lips found hers once more, her fingertips began to trace his muscles. Under her gentle, yet desiring touch, one rippled here or there. Her hands slid along his shoulders, then along the length of his chest again.

With one hand around his neck and in his hair, Rialel slid her other one down to her robe. She parted about her legs. When she pulled Legolas closer to her, his hips became pressed up against hers.

She gently moved and he could feel how wet she already was. Her fluids gently moistened a small patch of his clothing. Against her lips, he groaned, as he felt himself harden. Rialel felt this too, what with the closeness of her bodies. Her hands began to work on the rest of his clothing.

Eventually, the elven prince found himself nude. Rialel was still laying under him, with only her robe on. Legolas slid his hands up her legs. As one finger brushed her, she whimpered. Finally, his hands found the tie of her robe. He undid it, then opened the robe, and gazed at the beauty lying on the bed before him.

He could have sworn himself grow even harder, and his member had begun to throb with need now. Goodness, she was untouchable.

" Rialel." He breathed.

Rialel discarded the robe, and it joined their other clothing on the floor. Legolas leaned down, and caught a nipple between his lips. As his tongue lapped over it, she moaned, and stiffened. He kissed a trail over her breast, and in to the vale, before doing the same to the other one.

He then kissed a long, hot trail over her entire body. Finally pulled a blank over them, and kneeled above her.

" Have you... Done this?"

She shook her head. Legolas sighed.

" A maiden as beautiful as you... Neither have I."

He kissed her again, and could feel his member, still pulsing, needing to be sheathed in her-

Warmth. Wet, tight, heat was what he felt as he began to slide himself in to her. He groaned, then felt Rialel clutching him to her. Suddenly, he remembered that this pained the females...

" Rialel... Sweet, sweet, Rialel..." He whispered. " Do you wish for me to continue?"

She nodded, and closed her eyes. Legolas pressed one kiss to her forehead, before completely entering her.

A soft yelp came from the girl, and the prince froze.

" I am so sorry..." He told her.

She took a few shaky breaths. Then, through the tears that stung at her eyes, she smiled at him.

" Legolas... Keep going. We can not stop now."

He nodded at her wish, and began to move in her. His strokes were slow. This was an experience to be cherished, and he knew it.

As Rialel slowly moved her hips to match his movements, she noted that she never, ever expected this. Yes, she had desired this over the past years, when her feelings for him had been mirrored from the original ones. But this was wonderful. And he was beautiful.
Eventually, his movements differed, and he began to push himself in to her with slightly more force.

Passion was the flame that kept them burning through this. The fervor of the emotion they'd held while knowing each other, whether it was the hatred that accompanied the rivalry, or the romantic emotions that had arrived when they suddenly saw each other in a new light.

They grew closer now. Pleasure grew thicker- stronger in them now. They moved as one.

Finally, Legolas sent Rialel to her edge. She moaned his name, her hands tangling in his golden tresses. Through his panting, he thrust himself in to her several more times, until his climax finally arrived in him. As she had tightened around him, he spilled himself in to her.


They lay together afterwards, in a passionate embrace. They could not bring themselves to speak. But then again, perhaps no words were needed.

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