Hi everybody :) Sorry I haven't updated... I've been grounded! I still am but I was able to sneak on just to post another chapter really fast! I just wrote this one, so hopefully you all will like it!! I like it!!
That night, Aunorey lay silently, watching the white light from the moon spill onto the floor through the half open window and the fire roaring in the hearth. She was on her side, her back pressed against Legolas's chest, their legs intertwined. His breath was deep and quiet against her shoulder as he slept, his right arm draped around her waist. They were covered with three thick quilts, and she was very comfortable. And very much in love.
How could she make love with a man she didn't love? Aunorey had asked herself the first time they touched that night. She couldn't, she knew, and that said enough.
A tiny stream of tears leaked out of the corner of her left eye onto the pillow, and she knew it would rub her skin raw, but didn't care. Her heart felt like the fire, both pain and joy.
She wondered was Legolas was feeling, what he was thinking, what he wanted. He was so confusing. Although he hadn't been anywhere near mean to her, he had been semi-distant or acted as a friend and a lover. But that was all, he mentioned no feelings, only thoughts on the future or the past.
Not the now.
She sighed, snuggled deeper into the pillow and felt Legolas shift and hold her tighter.
Aunorey closed her eyes against the tears that stung her eyes, and opened them again, although they were still blurry, to listen to the soft music that drifted inside through the window...
Legolas awoke two hours later, his body was still spent from the hours of lovemaking. His heart was flowing with loves, his mind wanting to get the words out to relieve the pressure. He wanted her so much, he wanted her to be only his, to love only him, and yet he couldn't.
What if she meant what she had said? This was just a one week thing...
The thought tore at his chest, his heart, making his throat clench and the muscles in his jaw twitch.
Aunorey wasn't like that, he told himself. But he knew it, too. Although he was sure this was the first thing in her life she had ever done without thinking and plunged headfirst, he hoped with all his might she wouldn't regret it.
What if they got back home and she found someone new?
He pressed his body to hers firmly, her skin like silk. He moaned softly and buried his face into her hair.
A little while later, Legolas thinking she was asleep, he kissed the side of her face and whispered, "Please don't leave me, I love you so much...." He closed his eyes.
Aunorey rolled over, pretending to be half asleep and nuzzled her face on his shoulder and wrapped him in a light embrace, let out a breathe and yawned saying, "Mmm, I love you, too...."
She rested her head back on his shoulder and began to fall asleep again, and listened as his heartbeat sped up.
"Aunorey?"
"Mmmm?"
"Are you awake?"
She yawned again, rubbing her eye with the hand she gently pulled free. "Mmhmm."
Legolas groaned and wrapped her in an embrace and let out a groan that almost sounded as if he wanted to cry. "Did you mean what you just said?"
She blinked and opened her jade green eyes, and stared into his. "About what?"
Legolas laughed and looked a little uncertain. In the dying firelight she could see a flush creep up from his neck to his cheeks and he began to look panicked. "Nevermind." He kissed her forehead and rested back against the pillows again.
"No," she laughed, sleepily and playfully, "tell me!"
He groaned and sat up, her head resting on his abs. Legolas looked down at her, and realized he was even more stunned every time he looked at her. She had an impish smile on her lips, and bright light in her drowsy eyes, her hair spilled over his hips and the side of the bed. The dying firelight still helped to give her skin a golden glow, and her slender left arm covered her breasts. She turned her head to nip at his skin with her teeth. "Come on, I haven't all night." She laughed and sat up to straddle him, crossing her arms across his chest and leaning on them so she was face to face with him.
Legolas looked into her eyes, which had gone sincere. He looked down at the hands he had put on her waist. They belonged there, or they looked like they did, he told himself. He needed to tell her. "I love you, Aunorey."
Aunorey smiled, a long, slow smile and brightened her entire face. "Really?"
Legolas looked up at her, and smiled. "Yes, very much. I can't even tell you how long."
Aunorey kissed him. "I love you, too, Legolas. I love you so much!"
She wrapped her arms around his neck, trying not to cry, and let him make love to her.
Aunorey barely slept at all through the rest of the night. The words kept echoing in her head, she was excited, worried... happy. She got up a little while later, when the dim orange of sunlight lit the white curtains, and quickly wrapped an extra sheet around her for modesty, although she knew it was no use... Legolas knew every curve, every freckle, every beautiful scar, every limb by heart. He wanted her to belong to him so much that it hurt, physically as well as mentally... She made his senses come alive, made him want to be better, and all he could focus on was she.
As they dressed in silence, he smiled at her when she looked up at him, her long black lashes outlining her eyes and making them look deep and shine. She was so lovely, so gorgeous, he thought. If only...
He wouldn't go into the 'if only's', because he had no idea how things would be when they got back home. And home wasn't so far away... maybe five or six days away at most. It was driving him crazy. Though they had gone slow, they had made more of the journey than he thought they would. He wanted to be back to that first night, the first night she raised onto the tips of her toes to press her precious mouth to his, to the night where the firelight glinted in her hair and her eyes, and he could see the first signs he'd ever seen from her of longing and want.
They were stronger now, in her eyes, and he wanted her just as much. But there was so much more he wanted to do with her. Not just in bed, no. He wanted to show her things, teach her archery, teach her to fence, show her places and shower her with gifts. With his heart...
Coming out of his thoughts he looked up at her as he clasped on his arm shields, and smiled again. "Are you hungry, Aunorey?"
Aunorey laughed and gave him a smile, the one that he knew made other men's hearts flutter as well. It was impossible for that charm not to work. "You are always hungry! That appetite of yours, and yet you remain so skinny." She chuckled again, straightening to tie her sash, and nodded. "Yes, I'm hungry."
He came over and picked up their things, then grabbed her hand, and looked down at it. Her skin was milky white compared to his tan, but they were so beautiful right next to each other. He rubbed the back of her fingers with his thumb then brought her hand up to kiss the inside of it while he looked into her eyes.
Aunorey shuddered, no one had ever kissed her there, she never thought anyone would; and yet the act was so sensual, she wanted to pour her heart out right there. The fluttering heart that felt more full of butterflies than her stomach, the one that was caught in her throat and made the back of her eyes sting. She smiled at him, and he put their hands down, but laced his fingers through it to lead her down the stairs. His eyes were full of hidden secrets, and she wanted to ask what he was feeling, but she was so choked by the love and emotions all around her that she didn't speak, just always him to lead her...
They sat and ate, and discussed things she'd never talked about in public, let alone with a man, before. They talked of their journey so far, and Mirkwood, education, children, life... everything.
Aunorey was enjoying herself immensly as she pulled off bits of a cinnamon bun and ate and chewed and talked around the food. She smiled, laughed, listened, talked. Legolas was the only man she had ever done this with, because she wasn't allowed to truly speak her mind at home. She would state her opinion, rather forcefully, but it was ignored. Legolas listened with an open mind, she could see it in his eyes. He was drinking it in.
Legolas was stunned. They had had deep conversations before, but he had never just sat and ate and LISTENED. She was so brilliant, so remarkably intelligent and opinionated he knew for a fact that he had found his true match.
Her eyes were alive with excitement, and he knew what it felt like to be heard for the first time. As if what you were saying really mattered, and to him it did. Every word that flowed out of that shapely mouth branded itself on his heart.
He smiled and nodded, answered questions, laughed, asked questions. Everything was so open, and neither of them took time to notice that everything had changed so utterly, so completely. It was so much better than before.
Legolas had lost his heart, and he knew that if she didn't love him back, he would really be alone for the rest of eternity. His mind was quietly wishing, and his heart was pounding against his ribs painfully... Love was wonderful.
Aunorey walked by the side of the horse after breakfast, with Legolas leading the horse. They still chatted, flirted playfully, and had a few comfortable silences in between.
omfortable silences in between.
That night, Aunorey lay silently, watching the white light from the moon spill onto the floor through the half open window and the fire roaring in the hearth. She was on her side, her back pressed against Legolas's chest, their legs intertwined. His breath was deep and quiet against her shoulder as he slept, his right arm draped around her waist. They were covered with three thick quilts, and she was very comfortable. And very much in love.
How could she make love with a man she didn't love? Aunorey had asked herself the first time they touched that night. She couldn't, she knew, and that said enough.
A tiny stream of tears leaked out of the corner of her left eye onto the pillow, and she knew it would rub her skin raw, but didn't care. Her heart felt like the fire, both pain and joy.
She wondered was Legolas was feeling, what he was thinking, what he wanted. He was so confusing. Although he hadn't been anywhere near mean to her, he had been semi-distant or acted as a friend and a lover. But that was all, he mentioned no feelings, only thoughts on the future or the past.
Not the now.
She sighed, snuggled deeper into the pillow and felt Legolas shift and hold her tighter.
Aunorey closed her eyes against the tears that stung her eyes, and opened them again, although they were still blurry, to listen to the soft music that drifted inside through the window...
Legolas awoke two hours later, his body was still spent from the hours of lovemaking. His heart was flowing with loves, his mind wanting to get the words out to relieve the pressure. He wanted her so much, he wanted her to be only his, to love only him, and yet he couldn't.
What if she meant what she had said? This was just a one week thing...
The thought tore at his chest, his heart, making his throat clench and the muscles in his jaw twitch.
Aunorey wasn't like that, he told himself. But he knew it, too. Although he was sure this was the first thing in her life she had ever done without thinking and plunged headfirst, he hoped with all his might she wouldn't regret it.
What if they got back home and she found someone new?
He pressed his body to hers firmly, her skin like silk. He moaned softly and buried his face into her hair.
A little while later, Legolas thinking she was asleep, he kissed the side of her face and whispered, "Please don't leave me, I love you so much...." He closed his eyes.
Aunorey rolled over, pretending to be half asleep and nuzzled her face on his shoulder and wrapped him in a light embrace, let out a breathe and yawned saying, "Mmm, I love you, too...."
She rested her head back on his shoulder and began to fall asleep again, and listened as his heartbeat sped up.
"Aunorey?"
"Mmmm?"
"Are you awake?"
She yawned again, rubbing her eye with the hand she gently pulled free. "Mmhmm."
Legolas groaned and wrapped her in an embrace and let out a groan that almost sounded as if he wanted to cry. "Did you mean what you just said?"
She blinked and opened her jade green eyes, and stared into his. "About what?"
Legolas laughed and looked a little uncertain. In the dying firelight she could see a flush creep up from his neck to his cheeks and he began to look panicked. "Nevermind." He kissed her forehead and rested back against the pillows again.
"No," she laughed, sleepily and playfully, "tell me!"
He groaned and sat up, her head resting on his abs. Legolas looked down at her, and realized he was even more stunned every time he looked at her. She had an impish smile on her lips, and bright light in her drowsy eyes, her hair spilled over his hips and the side of the bed. The dying firelight still helped to give her skin a golden glow, and her slender left arm covered her breasts. She turned her head to nip at his skin with her teeth. "Come on, I haven't all night." She laughed and sat up to straddle him, crossing her arms across his chest and leaning on them so she was face to face with him.
Legolas looked into her eyes, which had gone sincere. He looked down at the hands he had put on her waist. They belonged there, or they looked like they did, he told himself. He needed to tell her. "I love you, Aunorey."
Aunorey smiled, a long, slow smile and brightened her entire face. "Really?"
Legolas looked up at her, and smiled. "Yes, very much. I can't even tell you how long."
Aunorey kissed him. "I love you, too, Legolas. I love you so much!"
She wrapped her arms around his neck, trying not to cry, and let him make love to her.
Aunorey barely slept at all through the rest of the night. The words kept echoing in her head, she was excited, worried... happy. She got up a little while later, when the dim orange of sunlight lit the white curtains, and quickly wrapped an extra sheet around her for modesty, although she knew it was no use... Legolas knew every curve, every freckle, every beautiful scar, every limb by heart. He wanted her to belong to him so much that it hurt, physically as well as mentally... She made his senses come alive, made him want to be better, and all he could focus on was she.
As they dressed in silence, he smiled at her when she looked up at him, her long black lashes outlining her eyes and making them look deep and shine. She was so lovely, so gorgeous, he thought. If only...
He wouldn't go into the 'if only's', because he had no idea how things would be when they got back home. And home wasn't so far away... maybe five or six days away at most. It was driving him crazy. Though they had gone slow, they had made more of the journey than he thought they would. He wanted to be back to that first night, the first night she raised onto the tips of her toes to press her precious mouth to his, to the night where the firelight glinted in her hair and her eyes, and he could see the first signs he'd ever seen from her of longing and want.
They were stronger now, in her eyes, and he wanted her just as much. But there was so much more he wanted to do with her. Not just in bed, no. He wanted to show her things, teach her archery, teach her to fence, show her places and shower her with gifts. With his heart...
Coming out of his thoughts he looked up at her as he clasped on his arm shields, and smiled again. "Are you hungry, Aunorey?"
Aunorey laughed and gave him a smile, the one that he knew made other men's hearts flutter as well. It was impossible for that charm not to work. "You are always hungry! That appetite of yours, and yet you remain so skinny." She chuckled again, straightening to tie her sash, and nodded. "Yes, I'm hungry."
He came over and picked up their things, then grabbed her hand, and looked down at it. Her skin was milky white compared to his tan, but they were so beautiful right next to each other. He rubbed the back of her fingers with his thumb then brought her hand up to kiss the inside of it while he looked into her eyes.
Aunorey shuddered, no one had ever kissed her there, she never thought anyone would; and yet the act was so sensual, she wanted to pour her heart out right there. The fluttering heart that felt more full of butterflies than her stomach, the one that was caught in her throat and made the back of her eyes sting. She smiled at him, and he put their hands down, but laced his fingers through it to lead her down the stairs. His eyes were full of hidden secrets, and she wanted to ask what he was feeling, but she was so choked by the love and emotions all around her that she didn't speak, just always him to lead her...
They sat and ate, and discussed things she'd never talked about in public, let alone with a man, before. They talked of their journey so far, and Mirkwood, education, children, life... everything.
Aunorey was enjoying herself immensly as she pulled off bits of a cinnamon bun and ate and chewed and talked around the food. She smiled, laughed, listened, talked. Legolas was the only man she had ever done this with, because she wasn't allowed to truly speak her mind at home. She would state her opinion, rather forcefully, but it was ignored. Legolas listened with an open mind, she could see it in his eyes. He was drinking it in.
Legolas was stunned. They had had deep conversations before, but he had never just sat and ate and LISTENED. She was so brilliant, so remarkably intelligent and opinionated he knew for a fact that he had found his true match.
Her eyes were alive with excitement, and he knew what it felt like to be heard for the first time. As if what you were saying really mattered, and to him it did. Every word that flowed out of that shapely mouth branded itself on his heart.
He smiled and nodded, answered questions, laughed, asked questions. Everything was so open, and neither of them took time to notice that everything had changed so utterly, so completely. It was so much better than before.
Legolas had lost his heart, and he knew that if she didn't love him back, he would really be alone for the rest of eternity. His mind was quietly wishing, and his heart was pounding against his ribs painfully... Love was wonderful.
Aunorey walked by the side of the horse after breakfast, with Legolas leading the horse. They still chatted, flirted playfully, and had a few comfortable silences in between.
omfortable silences in between.