Disclaimer: Don't own Smallville/Lord Of The Rings: The Two Towers
Sequel to - The Metahuman, The Ranger, and the One Ring
Fandom: Smallville/LOTR: The Two Towers
Disclaimer: Don't own
Summary: The broken up Fellowship are still trying to complete their respective missions, the League are still trying to find Zatanna, Chloe and Aragorn still have a couple of roadblocks to pass before they can actually have a relationship, and Lois is *still* trying to get into the book. Cue battles, jealousy, and some sexiness.
WARNING: Sexual Content ahead.
"What do you mean she just walked away?" Miss Lois echoed Aragorn's thoughts as they faced the injured soldier Aragorn had left looking after the unconscious blonde.
"I could not stop her." The man motioned to his badly damaged leg. "And even if I could I would not have, her eyes-they were wrong."
The sound of the Uruk-Hai running a battering ram into the door of the hall caused them both to turn and look towards the door, where everyone were pilling furniture and everything else they could up against it, trying to stay the time of their invasion and death.
"They were milky white. Inhuman." The soldier whispered.
Aragorn and Lois shared gazes.
Theoden watched with despair as his soldiers tried to defend the door. "The fortress is taken. It is over."
From where he was directing Legolas and Clark on where to put the heavy table they held between the two of them, Eomer turned to his uncle and hurried to him, placing his hands on his shoulders. "You said that this fortress would never fall while your Men defend it." He swept his hand out to those still busily working. "We still defend it, many have died defending it this day, and more shall die defending it before the moon's rays touch the land. But we will defend it and we will not give up."
Theoden turned to look at his nephew and placed his hand on Eomer's shoulder.
Miss Lois eyed Eomer and her lips twitched lightly in a soft smile before it faded and she turned to Aragorn. "It's got to be the Nazgul poison. Find her and bring her back." She gave him a little smile. "I'll make sure everyone here's fine until you return." And with that she raced over to where Eomer was, flicking the back of his hair as she did so. "No time for talking, Eemie Meenie Miney Moe! Time for work!"
He turned his gaze on her, narrowed, before leaving his uncle to follow the brunette to the table that was much too heavy for her to lift alone. "Who exactly was the one talking instead of helping?"
"You've got your family emergencies, I've got mine," she flippantly responded.
Aragorn shook his head in amusement at Chloe's kinswoman before his gaze returned to the soldier. "Where did she go?"
The man motioned towards the stairs.
Aragorn took them two steps at a time, thanking his active lifestyle for his lack of breathlessness as he continued upwards. This went to the watch tower high above Helm's Deep, and while it would make sense for her to go up there to get a view of the land and the army invading, Aragorn knew that she was not herself anymore. That darkest of poisons was working within her, and Gandalf's warning concerning it trying to take her over, to make her a Nazgul… filled Aragorn with fear. He hurried his pace up the winding stairs.
Finally reaching the door, Aragorn kicked it open and hurried up onto the watch tower, eyes widening as he skidded to a stop. "My Lady…"
Chloe stood on the edge of the tower, holding onto a post, only one step away from walking off. And yet she seemed unseeing to what was around her, tears and horror striking her face as she looked around her, almost as if seeing nightmares that weren't there.
"My Lady." Aragorn eased towards her, worried that any movement might scare her or cause her to jump.
"They're all dead," Chloe whispered, turning, leaning her forehead against the post, seeming unable to hear him. "They're dead. I killed them. I killed him."
"No one is dead." Aragorn slowly continued his advance. "Whatever the poison is showing you is a lie."
She turned towards him, her eyes milky white with veins of black, purple, blue and scarlet racing across them as she let go of the post and began a downwards spiral.
"NO!" Aragorn reached her, wrapping his arms around her body and pulling the blonde safely off of the railing and into the watch tower, holding her against him.
Chloe screamed, fighting him, slamming her hands into his face and chest before those hands cupped his face and he could feel it. Those tentacles of color slowly crept from her hands into the skin of his jaws, the Ranger could feel their poison, their evil, their control. They slowly spread down his neck, and with each new inch they took he could feel his control slipping, his will to fight, to live, disappear.
"My Lady, stop it!" He begged.
She just stared unseeingly at him.
"My Lady!" He shook her, feeling the tentacles slowly inching downwards across his shoulders towards his heart.
She held on tighter.
"Chloe!" He tightened his grip on her before realizing that whatever this was had a grip on her stronger than he did, and he wouldn't be able to wake her. The Ranger stopped shaking her, staring at Chloe's clouded face as he felt the tentacles reach his heart…and if he was going to die…well…
Aragorn pulled the blonde closer and brought his lips to hers, kissing her with all that was within him.
The blonde and the tentacles froze, the hands she held to his face trembling.
Aragorn kissed her deeper, pulling her closer, cursing the way his body betrayed his reactions to her even in circumstances like this. She was killing him, and yet he was hard as stone against her.
Those hands on his face slowly shifted, sliding around his neck, fingers curling in his hair as Chloe kissed back.
Aragorn tightened his grip on her, adrenalin and fear all churning into want, into need. It took him a couple of minutes to realize that the tentacles were slowly retreating back up his neck into her body, before disappearing from him immediately, their hold gone and yet his desire to have her only magnified.
A gasp escaped her lips, and Chloe pulled away, her eyes clear and green once more as she stared at him in bone-deep confusion. "Aragorn?"
Thanking all holy, Aragorn smiled down into her beloved face. "Welcome back to me." He pressed a kiss to her forehead. "Le melin."
"U-bedin edhellen," she whispered, a little confused, reminding him that she really didn't know Elven, and he knew that he had never taught her those words before.
Aragorn stared into her eyes, bringing a hand up from around her to cup her cheek, his thumb caressing it lovingly as he stared into her greens. "Do you truly need to understand Elven to know what it is I say?"
She tilted her head back slightly to better observe his features. Her gaze was confused and intrigued before finally reaching his eyes, and then those green orbs widened and a blush began to grow on her cheeks and bleed down her neck as she smile and gaze went soft. "I love you too."
Those words filled Aragorn with a longing and need and warmth that were nearly overwhelming, and it took him a couple of seconds to realize that Chloe was working on his trousers.
Dinah and Zatanna shared looked, both discreetly fanning themselves as they didn't know whether to curse the book or not for choosing that exact moment to give them an update on exactly what was going on with the hobbits and the Ents.
Pippin and Merry were in the middle of the battle of Isengard, sitting amongst Treebeard as the Ents charged the fortress and Orcs, throwing stones at them, crushing them under foot and tearing down their towers. All in all the Orcs were getting their asses handed to them by pissed off foliage. Saruman himself wasn't able to do anything but watch in horror from the balcony as Isengard was overrun by hundreds of Ents, the invaders destroying everything that the wizard had worked to build up, avenging their fallen brethren. And then the Ents broke upon the damn and freed the river, and as the water washed all but the Ents away, victory was truly claimed on that battlefield for the forces of good.
There was death raging all around them, but for a brief moment in time Chloe could forget about it. She concentrated on Aragorn's rough touch against her skin as his hands moved under her shirt, and his taste as his mouth devoured hers. They could die within the next couple of hours, in fact, if things didn't change, if a miracle didn't happen, they would die, and that realization spurred her on in terror. Sure, she was still annoyed with Aragorn for his earlier attitude but she understood it, and the image of seeing him dead, of seeing everyone dead…
Straddling his lap, Chloe threw her head back and whimpered as she lowered herself down on him. It'd been so long since she'd been with someone, and she'd wanted him so badly for so long, that just the feeling of his cockhead slipping passed her moist entrance made her cry out. Hands gripping Aragorn's shirt, Chloe pressed her forehead against his chest and whimpered as she lowered herself further and further, feeling him filling her until he was completely sheathed within.
"Le melin," Aragorn whispered into her hair, his hands on the ground, allowing her to take control.
Her knees dug into the rough stone but she ignored the slight pain as she moved, rising on her knees only to allow gravity to bring her back down in one fell swoop that had Aragorn groaning as he tilted his head backwards.
"Aragorn," she whispered into his chest before biting into the material of his shirt, hard. He pulsated inside of her with life, with passion and desire, and the feeling left her tingling and breathless. Chloe moved quicker, harder, almost aggressively as she rode him on the top of Helm's Deep, with an army below and monsters surrounding them.
Somehow, Aragorn managed to shift as he sat, curling his arms around her and bringing her in closer, in a much more intimate hold that allowed her movements to coax his cock deeper within her. The Ranger slid one hand through her hair before clinching it, pulling her head back and forcing her to let go of her bitten hold on his shirt so his lips could meet hers. He groaned, he whimpered, he hissed as his hips lost the battle to stay still, to allow her to work at her own pace. Instead Aragorn began to thrust up inside of her, slowly at first as he tried to hold back, but then a dam seemed to break inside of him and he lost all self control.
Chloe sobbed against Aragorn's lips as he thrusted desperately, urgently, unendingly up into her. "I love you!"
Aragorn let out a desperate sound as his thrusts began to bounce her up and down on his lap. "Melamin," he groaned against her lips. "Mela en' coiamin!"
She didn't know what exactly he was saying, but she knew they were words of love. "Aratoamin."
"A'maelamin!" Aragorn tightened his grip on her hair, his voice desperate.
The sound of him losing himself, losing all control and composure was driving her mad. She kissed Aragorn as dirtily as she knew how while grinding her hips into him, meeting his thrusts with her own. It almost seemed like they were battling each other at this point.
This was not how Chloe had ever envisioned her first time with Aragorn, but with him thrusting almost defiantly inside of her… and her body coiling further and further in pleasure… she didn't regret it at all.
"Tula," he whispered urgently.
"W-what?" Chloe could feel herself so close, so incredibly, wonderfully close.
"Tula!" Aragorn shifted the angle of his thrusts.
Chloe could hardly breathe, much less try to discern his words, as her world grew brighter and brighter, a buzz growing louder in her ears. "Ara—!"
"Tula, rwalaer," he ordered.
Chloe didn't know what he was ordering, but the tone of voice, the shift in his thrusts, and the feeling of him deep inside pushed her over the edge. With a cry she buried her face in the curve of his shoulder as white hot pleasure rippled through her.
"Melamin!" Aragorn choked out as he pulled her to him so tightly it hurt and left her breathless as he jackhammered inside of her ferociously before reaching the deepest parts of her and suddenly he bit down on her shoulder to muffle his cry as he found completion.
Chloe's eyes flew open in pain and pleasure at the mark he was no doubt leaving on her flesh. She could feel the poison in her veins alive and bubbling, and yet not painfully so, in fact, it only added to the pleasure somehow, and she found herself bucking against him, riding him, milking him of his cum.
Breathing heavily, Aragorn remained still within her before he finally removed his teeth from her skin. "We will survive this night."
"Hmmm?" Chloe continued to rotate her hips, her lips parted, her eyes half-lidded in pleasure.
Aragorn's eyes met hers, his orbs dark fire. "Tonight will not be the last time I am inside of you." He grabbed her hair and angled her head backwards so he could have better access to her neck, which he covered in nibbles and kisses. "I will mark every inch of you from within as mine… tonight and always."
Already she was goosebumping with pleasure. "Good boy."
Laughing darkly, Aragorn began to thrust up into her once more, and they lost themselves in each other.
Okay, so the book was respecting their privacy enough that while it insinuated that Aragorn and Chloe did the horizontal mambo it didn't go into detail or (heaven forbid) draw a picture or anything. And that was okay, because while Dinah and Zatanna had wanted Chloe to score for quite some time now they didn't exactly want the details. Plus, this next update was on Frodo and Sam in Osgiliath while under Faramir's captivity, with Nazgul (riding upon Fellbeats) flew above their heads.
Frodo had been in some sort of ring-induced trance, almost as if trying to get to the fellbeasts, and while the girls had been worried Sam had proved himself to them once more by not only saving Frodo, but knocking some damned sense into him.
"It's me." Dinah read out softly so only she and Zatanna could hear, tears in her eyes as she held her hand to her heart. "It's your Sam. Don't you know your Sam?"
Zatanna grabbed a kleenex and dabbed at her eyes. "I'm in love with this Hobbit."
"You can't have him." Dinah cleared her throat when her voice got too emotional. "He's mine."
They continued reading as Frodo's madness faded into shock and confusion, Sam having broken whatever evil spell had befallen him. And then, as Frodo bemoaned his inability to continue on, Sam gave a rousing speech that was so heartfelt and incredible that it not only gave Frodo a new reason to fight, but it seemed to have changed things in Faramir as well, the warrior having listened into the conversation…and forfeited his own life by setting Sam and Frodo free.
Zatanna cleared her throat. "Okay, you can have Sam, I'll keep Faramir…for however long he lives."
Dinah nodded, repeating Sam's ending words. "There's some good in this world…and it's worth fighting for."