It was exactly one year ago that he left. One year to the day since he help you in his arms where safety was abundant.

It has been a year since you heard the Prince of Mirkwood, Legolas, call you his own – his princess.

You have waited patiently for your prince to return, and willed yourself to improve in your abilities so that the next task he took upon himself would be one shared with you.

But as news of Frodo's success in destroying the One Ring spread across Middle Earth, you began to grow worried. It has been nearly a half year since any news of Legolas reached your ears, and although you would trust the Elven Prince with your own life, you began to worry if he was able to save his own.

But, little did you know that all of your doubts would be washed away in just a matter of moments as you made your way from the archery grounds, your brow beaded with sweat as you carried your bow and quiver on the straps that ran across your back.

You rose a hand to wipe away the cooling sweat that slowly ran down you face as you approached the wooden arch way that led into the main outdoor courtyard of Mirkwood.

The air was cool as the moon made its ascent from the east. The silver moonlight shined down through the wooden canopy that stretched across the Elven Kingdom, casting its realm in a seemingly everlasting twilight.

Your eye, previously trained on the ground that laid before you, flashed up as the light sound of soft, calculated footsteps met your peaked ears.

They widened slightly as your heart stopped for a fleeting moment.

"Meleth," the person who walked towards you murmured, exhaustion lacing the soft utterance.

"Legolas," you gasped out as you took hurried steps towards him, meeting him halfway. "Legolas...is this really you?" You asked as you threw your arms around his neck, your skin tingling lightly as his warm hands wrapped gently around your waist.

His enchanting, airy laugh met your ears, causing a wave of relief and happiness to course through your veins.

"I have missed you," you whispered into the crook of his neck, "I missed you so much."

Hearing the light sob in your voice, Legolas pulled away from you just enough to look down at your face. "And I you," he admitted, a small smile gracing his lips as he rose a hand to cup your warm cheek. Rubbing soft, soothing circles into the supple skin of your cheek, Legolas dipped his head down until he caught your lips within his, the pair fitting together perfectly as if it were pieces of a puzzle constructed by the Valar themselves. Gently, his lips moved against yours, his other hand raising to entangle itself into you [h/c] hair.

You could feel as your stomach fluttered, his kiss and touch sending light waves of bliss throughout your entire body.

You smiled against his lips as all the worry that plagued you left your body.

The Prince was here, in your arms. Your prince was holding you close to him, as if a fleeting blow of air would take you away. Your love was home – Legolas was home.

Pulling away, Legolas looked down at you, his lips a more healthier shade of pink from the intimate contact with yours.

Resting your head against his chest, you listened to his heart being within its confinements, his heartbeats matching perfectly with your racing one.

"What does your heart desire, Legolas?" you asked softly, breaking the relaxing silence that fell upon you both, as your hand rested lightly on his stomach.

He took a moment to think, his mind muddied with exhaustion and the horrors of war.

Horrors that he wanted and needed to forget.

"Perhaps just a bath," he responded after some consideration, his head tilting slightly to rest on the crown of your head, "With you."

The last part was barely above a whisper, but was loud enough to reach you ears, causing the skin of your ears and cheeks to heat in a hidden embarrassment.

Pulling away from him fully, you ran your hand down the length of his arm, taking hold of his hand once you reached it, you [e/c] eyes trained directly on his own sapphire ones.

"Well, my Prince, who would I be to decline your wish?" You asked, a sultry smile taking reign on your features.

Legolas smiled back at you, his eyes showing the small flame that was ignited by your words.

The look caused a warmth to develop within your stomach just as you turned away, beginning to lead him to the private washrooms of the palace.

You could feel Legolas' gaze burning into your backside as he trailed from the crown of your head, to the small of your back and then to your bum.

After a few moments, the two of you finally reached the halls that housed the washrooms, the hallways lit by dim candlelight.

Walking into the first available one, you led Legolas inside by his hand and watched as he shut the door behind the two of you. He approached you, his eyes never leaving yours.

Leaning down, he caught your lips in another kiss. This time however, he didn't hesitate in exploring your mouth fully, his tongue remapping the familiar surfaces.

Pulling away for air, you took a step away from him, your lips longing for his again.

"Let me draw the water," you explained as he looked upon you longingly.

As you turned the faucet that started the water turbine, you heard as Legolas began to rid himself of the clothes he was covered in.

Smiling to yourself, you ran your fingertips through the running water, feeling as it went from frigid to the warm, desired temperature.

You let out a light laugh as Legolas cam behind you, planting light kisses along the sensitive outer shell of your ear. Your skin tingled as you could feel the heat radiate from his bare chest, his flaxen hair falling before your shoulder like a curtain.

You ran your wet fingertips along the arm that Legolas rested upon the wooden brim of the oversized tub. Turning your head, you planted a light kiss onto his lips, a smirk pulling at your lips as you pulled away soon thereafter.

Your [e/c] eyes looked into his, the blue orbs being taken over by his pupils. You core warmed slightly as you realized that his desire was for you. It made your skin tingle and you heart to race just slightly.

"Get in," you whispered to him, your lips brushing lightly against his.

You watched as, uncharacteristically, Legolas backed away, beginning to undo the tie that held his trousers to his waist.

Turning to face him fully, you placed your hands upon his, stopping him before he could pull that band from his waist.

You knew he was exhausted, which is why he so willingly obeyed you. You wanted to do everything for him, if just for tonight. It was a thought that caused the pit of your stomach to warm slightly, and your lips to pull apart slightly, your tongue dipping out to lick your bottom lip slightly.

You hooked your fingers into the hemp of his pants, your eyes never leaving the gaze of his as he looked down at him as he barely held his composure with the control only possessed by the Elvish.

Slowly, you pulled the hem down inching it down his muscular waist, watching as his lower abdomen contracted with anticipation. In one subtle movement, you slid his trousers down from his hips, allowing them to pool on the ground below you. Your eyes flashed down at his swollen member that was now resting against his lower abdomen. You looked back up at him as you heard his breathing become more swallowed and hurried, the cool air suddenly hitting his aching member.

You stood up to your full height, catching his lips with you own.

You smiled against his lips as you gently began to grope his swollen member, earning a small strained moan from the wood elf that stood so vulnerably before you.

You pulled away from him, nodding your head towards the filling tub that awaited behind you.

The small smile you earned from him made your heart flutter as you watched him climb into the tub, a long sigh from his lips reaching your ears as he submerged himself into the hot water that waited for him.

Leaning over the side of the tub, you leaned forward, placing light kisses along the slim column of his neck as your hand dipped into the water, gently taking hold of his member as you did moments ago.

"[y/n]," Legolas moaned quietly as you began to kiss his collarbone.

You heard as his hand came up from the water resting against the back of your head, wetting your [h/c] hair, as he directed your lips onto his own.

You could feel as his erection began to throb and grow in your hand as you slowly ran your finger tips from the base to the tip, squeezing the head lightly, just as you knew he loved.

"[y/n]n," He moaned again, almost like a warning against your lips. "Please."

Pulling away from him, you stood back to your full height again.

Your hands reached for the bottom hem of the velveteen dress that hung to your body. You inched it up as you kept your eyes on Legolas as he watched you carefully, his eyes half-lidded and his hair clung to the soft skin of his face as the steam that bellowed around him dampened it.

Your blood began to rush as you stripped yourself for him, slowly raising your dress up and over your head and dropping it, adding it to the growing pile of clothes that laid on the ground.

You felt your skin warm as the newly exposed skin of your breast and stomach met with the steam that gathered in the enclosed, candlelit room.

You relished in the attention Legolas was giving you, his eyes running up and down your body. You hooked your fingers into the band of your underwear, pulling it down until it pooled around your feet.

Slipping out from the pile of clothes, you approached the tub, climbing into it as you straddled him. Your skin jumped as his hands instantly rose to take hold of your waist, gently pulling your hips down onto his growing erection.

You felt as his hands began to roam against your body, cupping and massaging the smooth skin of your breasts, gently brushing against the skin of your stomach.

You reached your hips gently against his erection, earning as light bite of your lip as a throaty groan was shared between the two of you.

"Meleth," Legolas moaned against your lips.

"Take me, Legolas," you moaned quietly.

He groaned at the quiet command as he gently rose you from your hips and positioned himself at your entrance.

Gently, he slid himself in with the aid of the water that you were both half submerged in. you both allowed a light growl to flow from your lips, your head coming down to rest on Legolas' shoulder.

His hands gripped your waist just a little tighter as he rose you up again, before thrusting his hips into you as you came back down along his length.

"You always so tight," he moaned into your neck, his warm breath causing your skin to tingle.

All you did was moan in response as his thrusts came more regularly and harder. Falling into rhythm with him, your thrust your hips downwards, meeting with every thrust.

You bit his neck lightly in arousal, moaning lightly on the tender spot as Legolas dipped his head down,planting soft kisses against the skin of your breast.

You moaned quietly as Legolas took a taunt nipple into his mouth. Your hands came to rest against Legolas' muscled chest as he continued to suck and massage your breast before he switched to another one.

"Legolas," you moaned quietly into his neck, feeling the spring that coiled in the pit of your stomach threatening to come undone. You wrapped your arms around his neck as you concentrated on keeping your release off for just a few moments more.

"Meleth, come with me," Legolas strained against the skin of your breast. "Come with me, [y/n]." he tilted his head up, his lust ridden eyes gazing into yours.

Lowering your lips own onto his as you squeezed you thighs against his, feeling both yours and his coil coming undone.

You watched as his head leaned back, rested on the wooden brim of the tub.

You leaned your head back against his firm shoulder, waves of ecstasy rushing through you.

"Gi melin."

The whisper reached your ears after a few moments of satisfying silence washed upon the two of you. You felt Legolas' arms wrapping around your waist once more, his head coming up to rest upon your shoulder.

"Gi melin, [y/n]," he whispered again into your ear before kissing it lightly.

"And I you," you responded, kissing his cheek lightly. "So much."

And your heart soared as the last ounce of worry fled your body, being replaced with the pure love that flowed from you, to your prince and back.