Chapter Eleven

Later that day, Gandalf sent Aragorn with a message to Legolas, requesting that they speak alone. Boromir saw Legolas leave the girl and after waiting a few moments, he headed over to her. She turned and looked at him and he thought it strange that she turned away and ignored him, showing no fear at all. He was just about to speak to her when Aragorn, who he had not seen, came around from the other side of the Elf's horse. Aragorn watched him as he stopped in his tracks, growled, and then turned and strode away.

Legolas wasn't gone long, and when he returned, Haehithien noticed he looked quite happy, but just kissed her quickly and said nothing of what they had talked about. They kept with the group most of the day, but the closer it got to dusk, the more Legolas quickened Nieninque's pace, putting distance between them.

"What are you doing?" Haehithien asked.

"You'll see," Legolas whispered huskily as he bent his head low over her shoulder.

"Isn't it almost time to make camp?"

"Yes."

"Well, aren't we staying together?"

"I wasn't planning on it. Why? Do you want to?" he asked as he nuzzled her neck, sending a shiver down her spine.

"What about Frodo?" she asked, trying to keep her breathing steady, and her heart from racing.

Legolas reined Nieninque to a sudden stop. "He'll be fine, Haehithien, but we can go back if you want." He paused then continued softly. "I just thought you might want to be alone." Looking back over his shoulder, he saw Aragorn and Boromir helping Sam unload the night's provisions from Bill. "So," he whispered and drew her tightly against him. His desire burned like fire, and he yearned to bury himself within her again. He could feel his manhood swell and throb from her closeness. "Do you wish to return?" She turned to gaze up at him, and he captured her lips in a passionate kiss. He released his hold on Nieninque's reins and caressed her face as he traced her lips with his tongue. "Do you?" he whispered huskily when he gently broke the kiss.

"No," she answered breathlessly and he smiled as he lowered his forehead to hers. He turned and looked back over his shoulder. They were out of earshot from the rest of the group, but not out of sight. He nudged Nieninque onward and they rode on until they reached the mile mark.

"Wait here," he whispered then, dismounting, he pulled some blankets from Nieninque's back. He went and quickly built a small fire then, after spreading out the blankets, came back over to her. He scooped her into his arms, startling her so that she threw her arms around his neck, clinging to him. He chuckled and whispered, "I won't drop you, princess." Nevertheless, he tighten his hold her as he carried her over to the bed.

"So, tell me," she said softly. "How did you manage to get us some time alone?"

"Gandalf's idea," he said simple and knelt as he laid her gently down on the blanket. "No thinking about that anymore, Frodo is safe," he said as he leaned forward onto his hands and knees, and slowly crawled forward, pushing her back. "I need you," he breathed huskily and claimed her lips as he lowered himself to her.

She wrapped her arms around him, welcoming him. He rolled so she lay on top of him. His hands travelled over her freely. Heat shot through his body fuelling his passion. He ran his hands over the sides of her breasts as he kissed her feverishly and she moaned, and arched her back as she broke their kiss and gasped for air as she sat over him. He placed his hands firmly on her thighs as she sat over his throbbing member, and held her firmly to him as he thrust his hips against her.

She gasped at the sensations he sent coursing through her. The pressure he applied caused the leather of her breeches to rub against her sensitive folds. He thrust against her again and groaned as him manhood swelled almost painfully in the confines of his own clothes. Still, he didn't take his eyes off her and revelled in the thought that even this gave her pleasure as he watched her arch her back once more and her eyes drifted closed.

He brought his knees up so that his legs supported her bottom, and then sat up, wrapping his hands around her ribs as he lowered his mouth to hers. She wrapped her arms around his neck and he moved his hands then, and began to unfasten her tunic. When he felt her breasts spill forth, he slid his hands beneath the open flap of the tunic that still hung from her shoulders, and fondled them. She gasped in surprise and opened her eyes. "You like that?" he whispered in her ear, not expecting an answer, and then began to nibble it. She moaned softly and he smiled as he nipped at her ear.

"Where," she said breathlessly as she relaxed her back and leaned toward him. "Did you learn how to do this?" She was starting to feel that he hadn't told her the truth when he said that he'd never been with anyone, but she didn't care.

He chuckled low in his throat as he continued to nibble on her ear as his hands caressed her breasts and teased her nipples. "Just following my instincts," he whispered as he breathed in her ear and sent a shiver down her spine. He pulled back then, and kissed her lips. She tried to draw him in for a deeper kiss, but he moved on to her cheek, jaw, and neck as she arched once more as he continued to tease her nipples and felt them stiffen under his fingers. As she moaned, he brushed the flap of the tunic away, and it fell about her elbows. He bent his head and she tightened her grip around his neck and gasped as he teased one of her nipples with his tongue and then, wrapped his arms around her and pulled her closer as he lay back down.

He stayed there for a while, nipping, and suckling as he held her to him and listened as her breath began to come in ragged gasps. He reached up then, taking her arms from around his neck, slid the sleeves of the tunic from her elbows, and tossed it aside. Pulling away, he rolled so that she lay looking wantonly up at him. He moved to her feet and began to finish undressing her, though the breeches were still a little embarrassing. He knelt down, and said in a barely audible voice, "I crave the taste of you, princess. Will you give me your sweetness?"

He didn't wait for her answer, but slid his finger inside her, causing her to gasp in surprise, or pleasure, he knew not which. He pushed his finger deep within her and she bucked toward him as he spread her legs with his other hand and crawled between them. He slowly eased his finger from her and brought it to his lips. He lay down below her waist then, and slid his arms underneath her legs so that they rested in the crook of his elbows. He wrapped his arms over her legs, and then with his fingers, spread her folds and he felt her jump and cry out as he lowered his head and kissed her at her core. Her breath kicked into high gear and immediately came in more ragged gasps as she writhed against him, trying to pull away, but he held her tightly and groaned, as he tasted the first drop of her sweetness as he flicked his tongue over her soft, sensitive skin.

Last night he had found his poison, and in a word, it was his beloved Haehithien. All of her, and he wanted every bit. He had tasted her sweet nectar and it was his undoing. He made up his mind how to deal with his father and his promise right then, and there. If there was no other way to break it, and if Ilúvatar didn't grant her the gift of Elf-kind, he would choose a mortal life. He knew this would enrage his father, but after tasting this sweetness, he could be with no other. No matter how he tried, with food or water, he could not wash away the taste of her, and he needed more. For a moment, he thought she was still trying to pull away, that maybe she feared this. He pulled away slightly when he felt her hands in his hair.

"Don't," she gasped and he looked up at her.

"I'm sorry, princess. I – I just couldn't help it." He saw her shake her head wildly.

"No," she said as her body trembled. "Don't – stop." He didn't move, didn't she realize that he had stopped? Was this pleasure making her body writhe beneath him or was it fear? She still had her hands in his head and was surprised when he felt her push him back toward her core and buck toward him at the same time.

"Are you sure?" he asked, but she didn't answer. Not feeling her pressure change, he lowered his head to her and once again started to kiss and tease her with his tongue. He waited but no more nectar came. He was surprised to feel tears come to his eyes as he held her tightly to him as he suckled her. "Please," he cried, feeling like a hungry babe. "Give it to me, princess." He flicked his tongue over her skin and she bucked her hips as she arched her back. She began to tremble and bucked thrice more as he relentlessly teased and suckled, then he felt it, tasted it in an explosion as she tensed her entire body. He groaned deep in his throat, not letting her go as he took in all of her sweet nectar.

She was still breathing hard when he finished, and crawled toward her. He bent then and captured her mouth in a deep, soul-searing kiss. After what he'd done, he was surprised she allowed him this, and then was even more so when she parted her lips and she tasted her own nectar from his tongue and lips. He didn't want to push her for anything else tonight. He knew she was probably already exhausted. He rolled onto his side as they broke the kiss. He closed his eyes for a moment and sighed happily. He opened them and brushed a flame red lock behind her ear. He smiled then kissed her forehead. He sighed again and lay on his back as he closed his eyes, still fingering her hair.

He heard her move, but thought she would lay in his arms and sleeps. It wasn't until he felt her sit over him that he opened his eyes. Was he mistaken or was she there, still leaning forward and… Oh, sweet Ilúvatar, he thought as he felt a stroking sensation against his manhood as she moved forward and kissed his lips. He felt it throb and knew she did, too, when he heard her moan softly.

"Aren't you tired?" he asked hoarsely when she pulled back.

"No," she said smiling.

"Is there something you want?" he asked, feigning ignorance.

"Yes."

"And what would that be, princess?" As if I have to ask, he thought.

"You," she said and he groaned in his throat once more at the sensations she sent through him as she bent to kiss him once more. "You like that?" she asked kissing him again and he groaned and laughed at the same time when his own question was put to him.

He wrapped his arms around her tightly as his hands glided over her bare flesh and he drew his knees up to cradle her bottom. She sat back and drew him into a sitting position, then began to unfasten his tunic as he kissed her feverishly. He groaned as she ran her fingers lightly down his torso, back up and over his shoulders and then down his arms as he released her so she could discard it. He leaned in toward her and she stoked him again as she leaned in to kiss him sending him groaning again.

"Hold on," he whispered, and he lay back. She tried to follow but he stopped her, placing his hands on her breasts and immediately began teasing her nipples with his fingers making her arch back so she sat over him again as she threw her head back. She began to rock and he shuttered, and then began pumping his hips against her. "Stop," he cried in a moment and she looked at him, desire smouldering in her eyes. "Raise up a little," he whispered. He reached around her and loosened his breeches then, using his feet; he kicked off his boots and discarded his pants. "Alright," he whispered huskily and she lowered herself over him sending him trembling.

He placed his hands on her breasts and thrust his hips as his manhood lay under her folds. Leaning up, he kissed her lips and she moaned softly. Moving his hands, he spread her folds with his fingers so that his member lay nestled against her core. He broke their kiss and once more, she tried to lie down against him. He reached back up and fondled her breasts and she arched against him and bucked her hips. Her movements sent him reeling. He sat up quickly and pulled her up so she hovered above him once more.

"Is this what you want?" he asked and moved so that the tip of his member was barely touching her core. She sucked in her breath and he saw her nod. She started to move off him but he held her still. Reaching beneath her, he slid his finger inside her to be sure of the right spot. He moved his manhood beneath her as he slowly withdrew his finger. "Don't move," he whispered as he placed his hands high on her thighs. Then, she cried out as he impaled her by pushing her down onto him as he thrust hard with his hips. "Did I hurt you?" he asked fearfully and searched her eyes. His heart wrenched when he saw tears well in her eyes, but she shook her head.

"No," she said quietly. "I'm alright. It was just sudden." He remained unmoving, his face clouded with uncertainty. "I'm alright," she promised and leaned forward to kiss him sending tremors through him.

He gasped as he lay back. She wanted to lie with him, but he wouldn't let her. He kept her in position atop him as he fondled and teased her nipples once more. She arched her back and bucked her hips and he realized that this was nearly the same motion one fell into while riding a horse. He lowered his legs slightly and wrapped his hands around her bottom as he leaned up and suckled her breast. "Ooh, Legolas!" she cried as she tried to catch her breath, which had started to become ragged once more. He nipped and suckled on her as he increased the speed of her bucking with his hands. His breath came ragged now, too.

"That's it, princess," he said huskily as he lay back. He groaned deeply as she increased her own speed as she rode him. "Yes," he whispered. He had felt her begin to tense, just as she had earlier before filling him with her sweetness. "Give it to me," he whispered hoarsely.

Suddenly he felt his own body quake and tremble. They cried out at the same time. Both tensing, then relaxing, spent. He reached up and carefully drew her down to him, not wanting to withdraw just yet. He looked down and kissed her forehead. She sighed, but didn't move, and he realized that she was already asleep. He reached beside him and pulled the blanket over them, then he, too, drifted to sleep.

The next day, he had a surprise for her. She didn't know where it came from, or when he had gotten it to bring on their private trip, but Legolas had a dress for her to wear, and told her that today, he had told Gandalf that he would be riding out ahead to scout the area and would be taking Haehithien with him. She had no idea when he had done this, unless of course, it was when they talked the day before, because he had been with her that whole night.

At dawn, he woke her and she dressed while he packed the blankets back on Nieninque. He looked back to the other camp, where he could see and hear all that went on. It appeared that Merry and Pippin had talked them into staying for a long breakfast, saying they had lost weight since they left the Shire and it wasn't right for a Hobbit to be so thin. He was still laughing at them when he swung up behind Haehithien on Nieninque and they rode on ahead.

It wasn't long before she discovered why he chose the rather loose-fitting dress for her to wear. "Shouldn't we be looking for trouble?" she asked as he held her tight against him and began nuzzling her neck.

"I am."

"No you're not, you're -," she broke off with a gasp as she felt him fondle her breasts through the thin material of her dress.

"Oh, but I am looking for trouble. That's what you are," he whispered huskily as he nipped at her neck.

"Why?"

"Because you are," he breathed. "Though I didn't like it, before you came along, I was prepared to go and fulfil a promise I didn't make."

"And now you're not?"

She gasped suddenly when she felt his fingers slide deep within her. "What do you think?" he asked and groaned deep in his throat, Nieninque's gait and his manhood rubbing against her lower back reminding him of her wild ride last night. He with drew his fingers from her and sent a shiver through her. He stood slightly in the stirrups as he held her about the waist with one hand.

"What are you doing?"

"You'll see," he said and reaching between them with his other hand, loosened his breeches then sat back pulling her onto his lap. He reached under the skirt of her dress and slide into her from behind. She gasped and shuttered, then lay back against him and he urged Nieninque faster. That wasn't all he did however, she soon felt his hands upon her, caressing her, teasing her beneath her skirt.

"I thought," she said raggedly. "That we were supposed to scout for danger."

"I told you, I am."

"Not me."

He chuckled and said, "You must not know everything of Elves. We don't have to look for trouble; we can hear it and sense it miles away."

"Oh," she breathed and succumbed to his touch.

Even though he had run Nieninque quite a distance, he always doubled back so that the rest of the group wasn't too far behind. That night, they again made camp separate from the others and made love far into the night before succumbing it sleep once more.