Legolas

Legolas watched as the tailor him paraded bolt after bolt of cloth before his disinterested eyes. The moment he left his young bride the foul mood he had been evading crept back into him. It was like a disease he couldn't shake. It was making him miss her presence, if only for the feeling of calmness it instilled in him.

"Your highness?" The tailor was looking extremely bewildered. He could not understand why the prince was not as fascinated as he by the beautiful fabrics he was displaying. Legolas reached out and ran his hand over the silvery white cloth before him, in an effort to make amends for his deplorable mood and gave the eloth a nod. Silver was the color his father chose, considering it would be improper for Legolas to wear white.

"This will do for the tunic." His voice was more aloof than ever. Despite his morose reaction the tailor smiled broadly and nodded.

"Splendid! Now we have to pick the color of your sash!" The Eloth's instantaneous mood change grated on Legolas' nerves.

"Green." The sharp tone in his voice quieted the tailor immediately.

"Don't be so cross Legolas, he's only doing his job." Legolas turned in his seat to look at the smiling march warden who had only just entered the room. Legolas frowned and turned to the tailor.

"Green, please. Show me the greens." He repeated in an apologetic tone. The eloth smiled and disappeared through a curtain into the royal store room. Legolas looked at the blonde Lothlorien elf and gestured towards the luxurious chair next to his. "You always did scold like a mother hen." He said with a brotherly smile.

"If you weren't such a royal brat I wouldn't have to." Haldir shot back with a broad smile. "It's been to long Legolas." Haldir slouched into the chair he had been offered and draped his arms over the sides.

"Eighty years is hardly a long time." Legolas didn't agree with his own words. Perhaps he was an elf but to him the eighty years had felt like an eternity.

"It is among friends. Why have you never come to visit?" The curiosity in Haldir's voice was obvious. Legolas frowned and looked away from his friend, to the ceiling.

"My father prefers to keep me close." The tone in Legolas' voice was full of annoyance. "He says that I must learn to rule the kingdom. He behaves as though he is not long in this world." Haldir laughed loudly and looked at his friend playfully.

"The day your father goes overseas I'll give you my bow." Haldir pledged sarcastically. Legolas chuckled and shook his head.

"You'll regret saying that in an eternity." Legolas replied. The two shared a laugh and then fell silent. Legolas' mind began to drift and he found himself thinking of Lass yet again.

"Has Princess Celeblassel settled in well?" The tone in Haldir's voice seemed jovial but Legolas could hear the prick of worry in it.

"I wish I could say. She behaves like a frightened rabbit every time I move." Legolas regretted his harsh tone when Haldir's face turned bitter.

"Were you improper with her?" Haldir inquired, sounding very much as if he would castrate Legolas if the answer was anything but the truth. Legolas had never been on his friend's bad side and it startled him.

"No. At her request I loosened her gown, she fled the room, and then I slept on my boot bench. Does that please you?" Legolas recounted the events of the night before and watched as Haldir relaxed in his seat. He couldn't help but laugh at the hilarity of the previous night's events.

"I didn't think you would be. I was relieved when I heard that Celeblassel would be wed to you. I could hardly imagine her, sitting the throne of Rivendell with Lord Elrond." Haldir gave a face of relief and chuckled. Legolas grimaced at the image of his beautiful, young, bride doting on the ancient lord Elrond and scoffed.

"That stiff old bat has probably forgotten what to do with a bride." Legolas had never been particularly fond of the stern Lord Elrond, and felt more than a little possessive at the thought that Celeblassel could have been wed to him. He had not wanted a bride only a day before, but to allow such a fine creature to fall into the hands of a celibate old scholar would be a crime in the eyes of any eloth. The tailor appeared from behind the curtain, straining under the weight of several bolts of green cloth and smiled at Legolas.

"I'm afraid we shall have to hurry, my lord, her highness is waiting for her fitting and I hope you will excuse my saying so but what the bride wears is infinitely more important than the groom." The tailor seemed all together giddy. Legolas couldn't fathom how an eloth could be so impossibly infatuated with clothing but he nodded and smiled.

"Then I will wear whatever cloth you chose, by all means, see to my bride." Legolas gestured towards the curtain and nodded to reiterate his assent for the tailor to leave. When the eloth had disappeared behind the curtain once more Legolas turned to Haldir who was staring at him as though he had grown a third head. "What?"

"You just left a decision to someone else…I'm impressed." Haldir lost his serious look and chuckled at his own joke. Legolas simply rolled his eyes and leaned back in his chair.

"Do you know my bride well?" He asked, suddenly feeling very concerned. If Haldir knew anything about her he wanted to know it. He wanted to know how to gain her trust, so that perhaps she would stop being so frightened by him.

"I do. One of my duties was to guard her when she took her walks through the woods. The Lord and Lady of light were very concerned for her safety. She scarcely went anywhere without a guard on her heels." Haldir sounded as though he was frustrated on Lass's behalf.

"Did they have reason to be?" Legolas hadn't truly been interested in the answer until Haldir's face grew grim.

"When one's child is stolen at so young an age, it tends to make one very concerned for their safety once they are retrieved." Haldir's voice was laced with pity. Legolas sat forward, suddenly very intrigued.

"Stolen?" He asked astonished. "You mean that she was abducted?" He must be putting me on. Legolas could not wrap his head around his idea.

"Yes. She was only ten if I remember correctly. She roamed to far from the city and… well, orcs are not kind to their captives. Let us leave it at that." Haldir's voice held more dread than Legolas had ever heard in it. "I killed every single orc in that band, none died slowly." He felt a knot form in his stomach and he felt suddenly very awful for having been so frustrated by her skittish behavior. "When I returned her all Galadriel said was 'At least they did not harm her face.' I was never so disenchanted in my life." Legolas wanted to ask more but just then Celeblassel stepped through the curtain and smiled daintily at him. He felt strangely as though he wanted to embrace the little eleth.

"Hello, Legolas. Did I interrupt your fitting?" Her sweet smile almost made him complete the impulse, but she seemed shaken, wary even.

"No, not at all, how did your breakfast with my father go?" Her sweet smile vanished and was replaced with a frown.

Celeblassel

Lass paced frantically back and forth, the long train of her white gown twisting about her feet as she went in circles. A bouquet of white flowers was clutched between her little hands and a grimace of sheer horror was on her face. Her entire body was tingling and she felt as though she would be ill. The great hall was filled to the brim with nobility who were waiting to see her wed. I can't do this. She thought. Not now! Not after what happened at breakfast! The feeling of being completely and utterly trapped overwhelmed her and she bent over, hugging her sides as she tried to breath. She was alone in the hallway, Haldir hadn't arrived yet to walk her down the aisle and she was glad of it. I must calm myself, if anyone sees me this way it will all be ruined! She had managed to act completely normal through her fitting and had made excuses to escape dinner with Legolas but she did not know If she would be able to keep herself together. What will I do!? If I marry Legolas and his father tries to seduce me I will come to ruin! Quiet footsteps rang through the corridor and Lass stood stark still, her breath catching in her throat.

"My Lady, are you ready to be wed?" Haldir's cheerful voice was like a salve on her frayed nerves. She turned to him, wringing the bouquet in her hands and gave him a forced smile.

"I wish this was tomorrow." She blurted out. "I feel as though it is all a rush." She gave an awkward laugh and then turned to peek between the crack in the doors. She couldn't tell Haldir why she was truly nervous. She wouldn't dare tell anyone. No one can know that I am doubly unclean! She thought frantically.

"Don't fret, My Lady, Legolas will be a kind husband, and a gentle one." Haldir gave her an encouraging smile and patted her arm gently. "Come now, you mustn't be frowning when you face the public."

He's right, I mast calm myself. She took a deep breath and set about imagining all of the good things she could think of. My husband will be handsome. He will be good to me. I will be safe. Thranduil cannot hurt me. I am safe. The music in the great hall stopped and Lass could hear someone announcing her. Lass's heart fell to the pit of her stomach but somehow, the years of charm lessons paid off and she became a perfect porcelain doll. The calm smile that was on her face felt as though it took every muscle in her body to sustain. Haldir took her arm and nodded in approval.

"That's a good girl." He reassured in a fatherly tone. Haldir had always been there for her, and the thought of him leaving was mortifying, but she had to focus on the task at hand, which was walking down the aisle without feinting. The doors to the great hall swung open and they began their entrance much as they had the night before. Two Elith stepped in front of them and began throwing flower petals as they entered. Lass looked at Legolas who was standing at the far end of the hall, done up handsomely in a silver tunic and a pale green sash. He must love green. She thought in the back of her mind. She examined every inch of her husband to give her mind purchase on reality and before she knew it she was at the altar, being handed off to Legolas. He gave her a gentle smile and took her hand in his. Somehow she managed to say the vows when it was her turn despite the fact that she had become lost in thought when Legolas had spoken them. And in a flash it was done. She was forever bound to an eloth she hardly knew.

The wedding feast went by in a daze, she didn't eat, she didn't dance she simply sat and thanked the well-wishers who came to them and gave gifts. She was infinitely glad that Legolas seemed content to do just that. However it was several long hours of well-wishing before the newlyweds were sent to bed.

Thranduil stood in his throne and clapped his hands once, gaining all of the attention in the room.

"My Dear Ladies and Gentle Elves it is time to send my son and his wife off to bed!" The crowd clapped and whistled. Lass by that point had composed herself well enough to play the blushing bride and show the proper amount of embarrassment. Legolas put his hand on hers and gave it a squeeze. Lass didn't know whether to take it as reassurance or a threat. The crowd, mostly made up of drunks by this point surrounded Lass and Legolas before hustling them out of their seats and herding them out of the main hall and down the corridor. Lass had never understood this part of weddings, but in that moment she did. It was to ENSURE that the deed was done. Lass realized that the only reason she wasn't being groped and prodded was because she was the prince's bride and she felt very thankful for her status.

Lass felt her heart beat faster and faster as they neared Legolas' Chambers once more. She was terribly afraid. The last time she had been conquered, and brutalized, she didn't know if this would be anything like that experience. She had been so young, and afraid, all of the fears came flooding back and as the door opened to their chambers and they were shoved in she began t shake. The door slammed shut and she was left utterly alone with her husband. Lass stood in her place, by the door cowering. She wouldn't look at him. She was simply to afraid. She imagined him suddenly becoming cruel and raping her, or forcing her to the ground and beating her. Lass couldn't stop the silent tears that began to fall.

"Shh, don't cry, Little Leaf, please don't cry." She heard him whisper to her. Legolas took a step closer but Lass jerked back and looked at him wide eyed with fear. His blue eyes were full of pity and his handsome face was twisted into a frown. "I won't hurt you, Little Leaf, I promise I won't." His promises sounded as though they were from the mouth of a child but the caused Lass to stay still as he approached. Her muscles stayed tense, she was ready to flee if he made a foul move. He reached out and touched her gently on the arm. He wasn't threatening, or cruel. He was concerned.

Legolas

Legolas had never had a woman jerk away from his touch, or stare at him as though he would brutalize them. He felt a deep sense of pity and he desperately wanted to calm her. He could not fathom how she had stayed so collected throughout the wedding when she had fallen completely to pieces as soon as the door had been shut. He did not blame her for her fear. He may not have known what it felt like to be so utterly afraid he did know what it felt like to have completely lost the ability to control what you showed to others. She was completely unshielded to him in that moment and he would not allow himself to make her mistrust him.

"You don't have to stand there, Little Leaf, you may sit down." He offered gabbing a stool and setting it before her. He had to get her to relax, he couldn't bare the fear and tension on her face. She was making every protective and

caregiving instinct in him go haywire. She very slowly sat in the stool and began to ring her little hands, as though she was contemplating his every move. Legolas knelt in front of her so that he was on her level and tried to think of something to say, something to soothe her.

"Do not fear, I will not force you to do anything you do not wish too, Little Leaf, I'm your husband, not an orc." Legolas hadn't fully thought that sentence through but he realized all to late that his choice of words had been poor. The little eleth burst into sobs and covered her face with her hands.

"Please don't hate me!" She begged. "I'm so terribly sorry, my Lord!" Her heart breaking please made Legolas even more frantic to calm her.

"No! No, I could never hate you!" He soothed taking her hands in his. "I understand why you are frightened, Lass, I could never hate you for being afraid." She gripped his hands so tightly that it nearly made him wince.

"I'm so sorry! I know I shouldn't fear you, I know I'm supposed to please you but-"

"Don't even think of that now." Legolas commanded gently. "What would please me is for you to smile, and be happy." He took a chance and reached out to brush some of her beautiful curls behind her ear. She did not jerk away from his touch this time. "It is MY job to please my Lady, and you are that lady." He stated, reaching out and pulling her hands away from her tear stained face. Her eyes were slightly swollen but she barely fought him as he revealed her eyes. They were so deep with childlike uncertainty. "Please, what would make you happy, Little Leaf?" He begged. She looked at him for a long moment sniffling and wiping her tears on her sleeve.

"W-would you…. Would you brush my hair again?" She asked innocently. Legolas let out a sigh of relief and smiled at her.

"Of course, Lass, whatever you would like." Legolas stood and moved to stand behind Celeblassel. She did not let him completely out of her sight but her sobs had been reduced to the odd whimper. Legolas began to undo her many braids and listened as she fell completely silent.

"You were very handsome this night, my lord." She whispered shyly. Legolas felt more relief wash over him. Good, she is relaxing. Now I just can't make her cry again.

"And you were very beautiful, Little Leaf." Legolas began to run his fingers once more through her russet gold curls and gently untangle them. "I've never seen a more beautiful bride." He coed gently, hoping that his compliments might please her. They were not empty. She truly was the most beautiful bride he had ever seen, never mind the fact that he had not seen many. Lass fell silent for a long while, causing Legolas to wander nervously what she was thinking, until Legolas began to braid her hair into one long braid.

"Don't you prefer my hair down, my lord?" She asked, Legolas was almost startled by her question.

"I do. How do you prefer it?" She was quiet for another long, tense moment before she turned her head and looked up at him, her blue eyes full of innocence.

"I prefer to have it as it pleases you my lord." The way she whispered it in such a soft voice made Legolas swallow hard and fiddle with one of her curls. He had to keep control of himself, he could not break the trust he had only just received.

"Then shall I let it loose?"

"Yes please, my lord." She was so meek, all of her fire was burned out and away. Legolas unbraided her hair once more and settled it about her shoulders. He then stood beside her and waited for her approval but none came, she simply stared at the floor. As he watched her she would peek up at him as though contemplating a plan of action and would turn various shade of sweet red before opening her mouth and closing it again.

"Yes, Lass?"

"Haldir told you didn't he?" There was a note of accusation in her voice, but also acceptance. Legolas did not have to answer. "I am glad that he did… so that you may understand my hesitance." She was growing gradually more red and would not look at him again. "But if it pleases you, my Lord… I would still like to try to consummate our marriage." She had said the last bit so quietly that Legolas had barely heard her.

Celeblassel.

She had said it. She wanted to try and consummate their marriage. If she didn't try now she would never have the courage to again.

"It will not be painless, Lass." He said gently. "No matter how gentle I am you will feel pain at the start." He sounded worried and reluctant. Lass looked up at him and nodded.

"I know… Do … Do you not wish too?" Her face flushed so deeply that Lass swore she must have been the same shade a tomato. She had not anticipated rejection.

"Of course I do." He replied reluctantly. "You're beautiful, but-"

"Please?" She begged. If he tried to dissuade she would lose her nerve. His blue eyes widened in surprise, but all the same he slowly offered her his hand and helped her to her feet. He led her slowly into the bedchamber and sat upon the bed. He released her hand and ran his fingers through his long blonde hair, catching it on the braids. "May I?" Lass asked, pointing to his braids. He was obviously agitated, not angry but nervous. He nodded his assent and lass began unbraiding his golden hair. It was smooth, and reminded Lass of silk thread on a loom. When she was done he reached up and took her hand in his before kissing each of her knuckles in turn. Lass flushed and a shock of tingles went up her arms. He looked up at her from under lashes and gave her a reassuring smile.

LEMON LEMON LEMON+++++++!

"I promise I will make this as pleasurable for you as possible… May I kiss you, Lass?" He asked taking her face in his hands. Lass felt her face heat even more and nodded. She leaned in just far enough for him to give her a gentle kiss on the lips. His lips were soft and full. It mad her shiver. He pulled back and looked at her. "Was that alright, little leaf?" Lass nodded. A bubbly feeling arose in the pit of her stomach as he kissed her again. She began to lean in as though there was some magnet inside of him that made her want to feel the press of him against her. He must have felt her lean in because he ever so gently reached out and guided her into his lap. He was being very tentative to her reactions, and gauging after every new action whether he should stop. He wrapped his strong arms around her and lightly pulled her against him as he began to kiss her once again. His lips tasted like sweet wine and Lass could faintly taste honey on them. Her hands shyly found their way to his chest. I hope this is right. Legolas held her more tightly when Lass put her hands on his chest making her grip his tunic. He groaned and pulled his lips away from hers. She flushed deeply and brought her hands to her chest as if scolding them for misbehaving.

"No, please don't stop, Lass, I am yours as much as you are mine." He said as he kissed her cheek gently and guided her hands back to his chest. "You may touch me however you please." Lass gulped and shivered. She only felt mildly embarrassed but his words had surprised her. None the less she gripped his tunic again and placed a shy kiss on his jaw, causing Legolas to shiver in delight. His strong hands gripped her dress and lass thought he might rip it from her body if he gripped it any harder. "May I undress you, Little Leaf?" he asked in a husky tone that Lass had not heard him use before. Lass worried her lip and looked into his blue eyes shyly.

"If- If I may do the tame to.. to you." She did not want to be the only one naked. If she must bear the embarrassment than so must he. Lass watched as Legolas grinned broadly and nodded. She was doing well. His large hands slid up her gown to the bow that fastened her lacings. It sat just beneath her bosom. He looked into her eyes as he trailed a thumb over her breast making Lass gasp and regain any blush she had lost. He grinned and kissed her neck as his fingers began to unlace her gown. Lass's dress slowly became looser until Legolas stood her up and began slowly tugging it off of her. He left the camisole and Lass was glad of it. She was not ready to be completely naked before him. Once her dress was nothing more than a puddle of fabric on the floor he stood and held his arms out, relinquishing his garments to her complete control. Lass looked up at him as she reached out and pressed her hands into his chest. It was such a foreign feeling, someone else's flesh under cloth. Her slim fingers found the silver clasps that fastened his tunic and she began unhooking them one by one. He watched her, a kind smile on his soft lips. When it was unfastened she slid the tunic over his broad shoulders and trailed her hands down his arms until the tunic dropped to the ground. She could see the outline of muscle through his undershirt and she flushed at the sight. Her hands found the hem of his undershirt and she began tugging it up over his head, he lifted his arms and helped her because she could not reach the whole way over his head. Lass gasped at the sigh of his pale bare chest and felt a warm sensation start in her stomach. Legolas gave a bit of a smirk and waited patiently as she found the courage to touch his bare skin. She pressed her palms over his chest and marveled at the feeling of his hot flush under her hands. As she touched his chest Legolas found her hips and began rubbing his large hands from her hips up to just beneath her breasts and back down to her bottom. Lass blushed and imitated what he was doing, running her hands down to the hem of his leggings and back up. She was only able to make to circuits of his chest before Legolas grabbed her hands and pulled her against him. Her supple breasts pressed against his hard chest and Lass felt her woman hood begin to tingle and heat up.

"May I lay you down now, wife?" Lass could hear the pleading in his voice and for some odd reason it made her grin.

"Yes, husband, you may." She whispered back imitating the low growl he had adopted. He growled at her with a smirk and pulled her on top of him on the bed. Lass let out a squeak as she felt his hard manhood press into her thigh. Legolas pressed his lips against her neck and then licked the shell of her pointed ear causing her to let out a moan that startled them both. Legolas paused for a moment but then donned a devilish grin and licked the shell of her ear again, once more earning a moan from her. Lass swatted him and flushed, now determined to at least even the odds.

She pressed her lips into the crook of his neck and suckled gently on the delicate skin there. Legolas moaned and thrust his hard manhood against her. Lass got an idea and shy leached down to cup the length of Legolas' Manhood through his leggings. She flushed at how large and hard it was. Legolas let out a lustful groan and rolled them over so that he was on top.

"Let me see your body now, Lass, please. If I don't see it I'll go stark raving mad!" Lass nodded, losing her hesitation as the weight of his powerful body pressing her into the bed made her womanhood tingle and heat up. It was divine. Legolas raised himself up on his knees and grabbed the bottom of Lass's Camisole, pulling it up over her body. Once the camisole was off he threw it aside and looked down at Lass's naked body. Lass shivered as the chill air hit her naked skin. She was utterly exposed to him, and she was surprised to find that she was only exhilarated by it. He reached down and traced a pale blue scar that ran from her navel to below her left breast and frowned. Lass was on the verge of apologizing when he dipped his head and licked up the length of the scar. Lass let out a loud, surprised moan as his hot tongue found its way to one of her nipples and began to flick it lightly. Lass arched her back in pleasure and pressed her bare breast into Legolas' mouth. He groaned and wrapped his arms around her waist, clamping her naked body against his. Lass began to pant and let out little squeaks of ecstasy as he suckled on her nipples and twisted them. Shocks of pleasure seemed to run through her entire body and her womanhood began to beg with want.

"Yes, Little Leaf, let me hear your pleasure." He commanded as he began to suckle the delicate skin beneath each breast. Lass let out louder moans and ran her fingers through Legolas' long golden hair.

Legolas trailed a hand down her body and found her hot pulsating womanhood. His fingers probed for a few moments before Lass felt a jolt of electrifying pleasure. He had found her nub. He rubbed it in slow rhythmic circles driving Lass to the edge of a pleasure she had never known. She moaned louder and louder as pleasure boiled inside of her until it overflowed and she let out a yelp as every muscle in her body tensed in one beautiful burst of pleasure. Legolas raised his mouth from her breast and smiled at her kindly.

"Are you ready now, Sweetling?" Lass panted from the exertion of her orgasm and nodded. She had subconsciously spread her legs for her husband. She untangled her hand from his hair and he stood, hastily unfastening his leggings. His cock sprang out of its restraints and stood tall and hard for Lass to admire. She gasped and flushed.

"W-will it fit?" She asked embarrassed as she imagined it entering her. She doubted that it would.

"Of course it will." He soothed. " I'll be sure not to cheat you out of any of it." His voice was a low purr as he lined himself between her legs and prodded her entrance with his tip. Lass let out a moan and pressed against him, making his tip just barely enter her. Legolas groaned pressed his face into her neck as he struggled to control himself.

"Carful now, don't want to get him too excited before you're ready." Lass nodded, and let her hands trail down Legolas' chest as he began to slowly penetrate her. Lass felt herself stretch as he filled her and instinctively bit down on Legolas' shoulder, suppressing a yelp. Legolas shuddered and let out a loud moan. Very slowly he continued to press until he was entirely inside of her. Once he was Lass let out a

soft moan and released his shoulder from her bite. A bright red mark appeared where her teeth had been and a bit of blood came to the surface.

"I'm sorry!" Lass gasped, seeing the blood and panicking. Legolas took her face in his hands and kissed her gently.

"Do not worry, little love, you've only marked me. I am yours now entirely." Legolas' hot breath on her cheek made her shiver and clench her womanhood around him. She wrapped her arms around his neck and moaned.

"Oh please, Legolas" She moaned, hoping that he would understand what she wanted. Immediately He began to slowly thrust in and out of her, causing lass to wince. Ever so slowly the tightness lessened and a hot, simmering pleasure began to build inside of her. Legolas' thrust slowly became more forceful, hitting a spot inside of lass that made her nearly scream with pleasure. Lass wrapped her legs around him and pulled his mouth to hers, kissing him desperately as his thrusts went even deeper inside of her. She was completely drunk off of the pleasure he was giving her.

"Aa…..ngh… Lass~" He moaned as he began to thrust wildly. Lass clenched around him and Let out a yell as her pleasure exploded and she swore she saw stars. A moment later Legolas let out a low grunt and Lass felt him spill his hot see inside of her, making her shiver at the feeling of the warm liquid filling her.

After kissing her face tenderly many times Legolas pulled out of her and laid on his side next to her.

"Did you enjoy it my little leaf?" He sounded nervous, as though he was frightened he had failed her. Lass smiled at him kindly and rolled into him, nuzzling her face into his neck.

"Legolas, I have never felt such pleasure in my entire life." She whispered into his ear. Legolas grinned and put his arm around her.

"Good. Then you're mine to spoil for the rest of your life." He purred sweetly to her.

They laid there, cuddling, until they both fell into a deep sleep.