Hi... I know, I'm writing another story and I haven't updated some of my other yet! Shame on me! But... I really wanted to post this, because I actually like the way that it came out. This is another whirlwind romance. Um... I wrote this a long-ass time ago, and finally edited it until I liked it so... Tell me what you think. Kthanksbai.
FOR THOSE THAT HAVE ALREADY READ THIS STORY. THE SEX SCENE HAS BEEN REMOVED. PLEASE SEE MY PROFILE FOR UPDATES ON THE MOVE.
Legolas hugged his young wife, lifting her from the ground and to his lips. He noticed that she looked nervous, and so he smiled.
"Do not be nervous, little wife. I will treat you kindly."
Luna bit her lip. "I know, it's just that I am nervous," she whispered.
Legolas set her down at the edge of the bed and kneeled between her legs.
"Why are you nervous, little wife?"
Luna bit her lip cautiously, "What if I'm not…"
"Yes?" Legolas probed.
"What if I'm not good?" she whispered quietly.
Legolas frowned and said seriously, "Luna, it will be the most pleasurable experience I have ever had. There is nothing that you could do that would make this… unsatisfying. I will look up your nude form, and I will be breathless in the rays of your beauty." Legolas kissed her cheeks. "It will be wonderful for both of us… I promise you this. You are so perfect that I cannot keep away from you."
"Will it… will it hurt?" Luna asked in a rather naïve manner.
Legolas nodded. "It does hurt. I would never purposely hurt you. You are what allows me to live on, little wife."
Legolas kissed her, more passionately than he had before and Luna gasped. His tongue darted into her mouth exploring the insides of her mouth, tasting the sweetness he had yearned to taste for weeks.
"Mine," he whispered when he broke their kiss. He reached behind her and began to untie the threads of her dress and pushed the sleeves and front down to reveal a white corset and underclothes. He pushed her onto her back as he pulled the dress completely off of her, kissing his way down her body. Pushing her farther onto the bed, he covered her body with his, with either of his hands on the sides of her head.
"Let me make love to you," he whispered into her ear.
"Legolas," she whispered breathlessly, her body involuntarily shuddering as the cold air pushed through the canvas walls of the room.
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"That was wonderful!" Luna exclaimed serenely.
"Absolutely magnificent," he agreed. "You were extraordinary."
That night was the beginning of their marriage.
Luna and Legolas set out for Mirkwood a week later. Before then, Arwen and Luna spoke.
"Do you think you may be with child?"
Luna smiled, "It is too soon to tell. I hope so. That would make Legolas very happy." She turned scarlet thinking about what he had said on their wedding night.
"Would it make you happy?" Arwen asked, taking Luna's hand.
Luna nodded, "Very much."
Arwen smiled and they closed her bag. Luna had put a weightless charm and a space charm on it. She shrunk it so it would fit in her pocket and went outside to meet her husband.
"You do not have any bags," he observed.
Luna smiled, "I do. All of my things are in my pocket."
Legolas did not question her.
They journeyed by horse back to Legolas' home where they were welcomed with open arms.
Along the way, elflings rushed up to the new Princess of Northern Mirkwood, wanting to see her before others.
"Princess!" They exclaimed as she went by. Luna smiled and tapped her husband's shoulder on their shared horse. He would stop and help her off and she would play with the children.
She told them stories and showered them with hugs and kisses. These short stops made them a whole two days late.
Three days from their destination, they were ambushed by a pack of orcs.
"Get behind a tree, Luna. Stay out of sight!"
Luna shook her head, "I can help!"
Legolas frowned, "You will get hurt."
Luna disagreed, "I will not. You are worrying needlessly."
An orc advanced on her and Luna whipped out her wand.
"Confringo!"
An orc burst into flames.
Luna put her hand to her hip in satisfaction. "I'm very good at this. I was just part of a war! Expulso!"
Legolas watched in amazement as she held her own against the small pack of orcs.
"Do you feel guilty for what you have done?" he asked her as they came closer to the palace.
Luna stared dreamily, "Being guilty is a waste of time." Then she frowned, "Legolas!"
Legolas stopped and turned to her worriedly. "What is wrong?"
Luna jumped from the horse and knelt by a tree, "I think I am going to be sick!"
No one was happier than Legolas on the day that they discovered that Luna was indeed pregnant. Luna smiled proudly as Legolas excitedly told Aragorn, who arrived only a day later.
"Congratulations, Legolas. I must leave now, to the city of Bree. Gandalf wants me there."
Legolas nodded and smiled. "Yes, my friend. I will see you soon."
Luna lied peacefully on their shared bed, with a rose in her hand. Legolas opened the door to find her there, moments after Aragorn left. He sat down beside her and began to rub his wife's belly.
She fell into a relaxing rest beside her husband, who held her tightly through the night.
Four months later, a message came stating that a messenger had to be sent to Rivendell for a council meeting. The King decided to send his son and his wife. They had learned of Luna's ability to apparate, and Legolas gripped his wife's arm as they appeared in Rivendell.
Luna rushed towards Arwen's chambers where she quickly ran in and jumped into the waiting maiden's arms.
Arwen was shocked to find Luna with a protruding belly.
"When?" she asked excitedly.
"The wedding night…"
The pair blushed and began to chat animatedly as they walked through the gardens together.
"What is this all about, Arwen?" Luna asked, as they sat together on a stone bench.
"The One Ring has been found."
Both of Luna's eyebrows rose in surprise. She had read of the One Ring, which had been lost for hundreds of years.
"Father has called the council to…"
Arwen nodded.
Suddenly, two boys running down the path caught the attention of the elf maidens. The first tripped at Luna's feet and fell into her knees.
Luna helped him up. That was when she noticed that they were not boys, but small men, halflings, hobbits.
"Sorry, My Lady!" he exclaimed standing up straight.
"Good job, Pip," the other one muttered.
Luna smiled, "Do not apologize for an accident, good sir." She took his hands, "You are a very good man, I can see."
Pippin blushed.
"What is your name?" she asked him.
"I'm Peregrine Took. But you can call me Pippin!"
Luna smiled her brilliant smile and Pippin found himself falling in love.
"I am Luna."
Legolas found his wife sitting in the grassy garden with two hobbits in her lap, and two by her sides. They were listening carefully as she told them a story she had heard growing up.
"And the third brother, finally having lived his life took off his cloak of invisibility and met death with open arms."
Sam was the first to react, "Lady Luna, are those real?"
Luna nodded, "My friend, Harry possessed the cloak."
"How?" Frodo asked eagerly.
"He is a descendant of Ignotus Peverell. He was left the cloak by his father, and acquired the other two while he was off saving the world."
"Do you miss your friends, Lady Luna?" Merry asked her hugging her tightly from his seat on her knee.
Luna smiled sadly, "I did not have many friends. Harry was one of the few."
Pippin looked horrified, "But, why?"
Luna smiled again, "I was different. People did not like different."
"Tell us about the war that happened back in 'England'!" Merry said excitedly.
Luna laughed, "There is not much to tell."
Pippin frowned, "But you said it was a long story."
"It is," Luna replied.
"Then…" Pippin looked up confusedly. "I don't understand." He snuggled closer into her side.
Legolas walked up to them and smiled. He felt somewhat possessive of his wife, and would have liked to pull the hobbits a foot or two (or ten) away from his five months pregnant wife.
"Ah, these must be the hobbits that many have warned me are shadowing my wife."
Sam jumped to attention as Legolas laughed.
Luna laughed along with him as he sat down beside the group.
After the secret council meeting, Legolas trudged back to the room he knew he would find his very pregnant wife in.
"Legolas, you're back!" she exclaimed, hugging him tightly.
"Yes," he quietly agreed, holding her gently.
"You look sad," she observed, "Why do you look so sad?"
He knelt before her, kidding her cheek softly. "I am embarking to represent the elves on the mission to destroy the One Ring."
Luna watched his eyes. They looked sad.
"I will wait for you," she said determinedly, "This child," she put his hand to her belly, "will know his father."
Legolas gave a look of surprise. She was so easy to agree.
"I may never come home, little wife. I may not return."
"No," Luna disagreed, "You will come home. I have seen what the stars have said. There will be peace after this. You will come home to me, to our child, alive."
Legolas kissed her forehead. He knew not to bet against his wife.
"Yes," he whispered, "I will come home, if you are waiting for me."
Luna stood with her sister, as she watched her husband leave with the rest of the Fellowship. Her eyes welled up with tears. She tried to stop them form coming, but they seared the insides of her eyelids. She hugged Arwen tightly and began to weep into her cloak. Her sister hugged her tightly back in response.
Although she had already bid her husband goodbye, and assured him that they would be reunited, she could not help but feel lonely. She was not going to live in Mirkwood by herself without Legolas. She did not want to stay in Rivendell, either. She caressed her six months swollen belly.
"What are we to do, little one?"