Every couple I write about has such a different, unique dynamic for intimacy, but I have to say it was really special imagining Legolas and Laurelin together, as they just have such a super sweet feel to them as a married couple. So precious and pure, but with that fun little kick of humor too. I really hope you enjoy reading this chapter as much as I enjoyed writing it. ;)

**Obviously, warning in this chapter for M-rated content of an adult nature. For readers who do not prefer to read scenes of intimacy between characters, you will not miss out on anything story important if you decide to skip this chapter.**

Addendum as of 9/2/18 Due to some readers on both FFN and AO3 expressing a preference to see a less teasing, talkative, and more traditionally "sexy" look at Legolas and Laurelin, I have written an alternate version of their initial wedding scene by reimagining the whole sequence. I tried to still keep them as much in character as possible (as I see them), but with a bit less teasing and chatting. I am placing it at the end of this chapter, and that way you can choose Version 1 or Version 2, whichever you like best as your own personal L/L canon.

Chapter Twenty-five

Laurelin hummed happily as they walked, the stars above them twinkling brightly on the moonless night. Looking up at Legolas when he turned toward his rooms instead of in the direction of her apartment, she touched the diamond necklace at her throat, thinking it would be nice to take it off soon. Jewelry was pretty to look at, but not much fun to wear for hours at a time.

"Are we going to hang out at your place for a while?"

He smiled faintly. "In fact, this is now our place, and we will spend the remainder of the evening here." Opening his door and waiting for her to follow, he closed it behind them and engaged the lock.

"Care to explain what you're talking about? I still have my own apartment until we leave for Minas Tirith, don't I?" Laurelin followed him into the sitting room, her brows climbing in surprise when she saw her belongings lined up neatly on the far side of the room.

"Come and sit beside me, sweet." Legolas patted the space beside him on the plush couch and she sat next to him with a confused look.

"I'm...staying here tonight? Are we getting up and leaving really early or something?"

He removed his circlet and then reached for hers, setting them both on a table beside him. He brushed a hand across her unbound golden hair, leaned forward to press a light kiss to her lips, and smiled. "I wish for us to wed this night, Laurelin. With the feast behind us, there is no cause for any further delay, and I think it will make our journey together more pleasant and relaxed. Will you become mine, love?"

"Just like that?" she asked in surprise.

Legolas reached beneath his tunic and pulled out a small box from a pouch at his waist and opened it, showing her the rings inside. "These are our wedding bands. We can speak our own vows as we choose, then shall come the consummation and bonding."

"Really?" She leaned back against the soft couch and kicked her shoes off. "I thought you wanted us to wait. Did you change your mind?"

"I did speak to my father as you suggested I should, and he advised that we not wait. He said there is something in Elizabeth's blood, now yours, that may have caused what happened between us before. I would prefer we wed deliberately, rather than through some magical occurrence where we are scarcely aware of what we are doing and not in control, wouldn't you?"

She nodded, staring down at the rings. "I agree, but what do we do?"

Taking the rings from the box, he reached for her left hand and slipped her band on beside her engagement ring, looking up to meet her eyes. "I bind myself to you in love and devotion, Laurelin, for all eternity, as your husband. Before Eru Iluvatar, as you are mine, I am yours."

Biting her lip, she took the larger ring from him and slipped it onto the ring finger of his left hand, looking into his earnest blue eyes. "Legolas, I bind myself to you in head-over-heels love and devotion, as your wife for all eternity, in this life or the next. By Eru Iluvatar, we belong to each other, and I love you forever."

Smiling in love and happiness, he reached for her, pulling her against him and kissing her gently. Resting his forehead against hers, he chuckled when she grinned up at him in giddy excitement.

"Are we married now?"

"Not quite," he said with a soft smile. "We have spoken vows from our hearts, and now it is time for the best part. I get to love you, at last."

"You already love me. I think you mean you get to make love to me, right?"

He tilted his head. "Yes, if you prefer I say it that way. I will make love to you. First, I must remove this gown that has been tantalizing me all evening with what is underneath."

She twisted the rings on her finger and exhaled in a rush. "Oh God, I'm nervous. I didn't expect this to be our wedding night too. Thank goodness I'm not on my period, or that would just totally suck," she muttered under her breath, making Legolas smile and rest a hand on her shoulder, squeezing gently.

"Turn your back toward me, love." When she shifted around, he rubbed the tense muscles on her shoulders and back, kneading them until he felt some of the tension drain from her. "Would you perhaps like to soak in the bath and relax for a while, or do you prefer we retire to the bed?"

"I don't know. What do you want?"

He stood and held his hand out to her. "Let us go and sit in the bath for a time, and we can decide further from there. You did say you wanted to share it with me."

"Uh, yeah, but that was before I had performance pressure."

Cradling her face in his hands, he kissed her nose. "There is no pressure, and no time constraints. We may do anything or nothing tonight, whatever you are comfortable with. If you are tired, we can sleep."

She gripped his arms and smiled tentatively. "Really? You wouldn't mind if I stripped out of this dress, crawled in your bed and just went to sleep?"

"Of course not...and it is our bed, laich."

He followed her when she walked down the passage to the bedroom. Stopping next to the bed, she looked back at him expectantly. "Can you unzip me? I really would like to get out of this dress now. It's not the most comfortable thing in the world."

After undoing her zipper, he turned away and began opening the hooks on his tunic, thinking how nice it would be to always share space together in their days to come. "I'm going to get undressed and get in the bath. You are welcome to join me if you so desire."

He tossed his tunic aside on the back of a chair and walked bare-chested to the bathing room, sitting on a low stool to remove his shoes and the rest of his clothing before he went and climbed down into his oversized bath. Sinking into the warm water, he leaned his head back against the edge and closed his eyes, repressing a smile when he heard Laurelin's soft steps approaching. He made sure to keep his eyes closed until he heard that she was settled, to keep from embarrassing her.

Opening his eyes, he turned to look at her sitting beside him and smiled, relieved to see that she looked at ease, despite being obviously naked. She smirked and reached a hand out to rest it against his bare chest. "Hey there, handsome. Do you come here often?"

"In fact, I do," he replied playfully. "But I don't believe I have seen you here before, lady. Is it your first time in a prince's bath?"

She quirked a brow and leaned closer. "My first time for lots of things, I think."

He pulled her against him, so she lay half on top of him, and glided a hand across her bare back and behind, enjoying the feel of her and smiling gently. "My first time, as well. We shall learn together."

Glancing down at him in the water, she pulled herself over the top of him, biting her lip as their bare bodies brushed against one another. Curiously, she straddled him and glided her hands up his arms and across his chest, learning the shape of him and the contours of his skin over his muscles.

"I definitely prefer you without clothes. All of this glorious muscle gets hidden otherwise, and that's a right shame."

"The sentiment is mutual," he murmured. "Perhaps in future, you should always be naked when you are near me."

Drinking in the sight of her bare breasts just above the water, he tried to temper the hunger he knew was burning in his eyes, realizing he had little success when she met his gaze and blushed. But her easy smile soon allayed any concerns he had of making her uncomfortable with his frank interest.

"So, I'm thinking you may be a boob guy, after all. You definitely seemed pretty focused there during our little episode."

Reaching a hand out, he caressed one of her breasts, inhaling in wonder at the softness of her skin there, and her sigh when his thumb brushed against the delicate pink tip of one of her nipples. With his mind clear, unlike the last time he touched her there, he was able to make such an observation and further admire her beauty. "I am taken with all of you, Laurelin. There is no part of you that I don't find beautiful."

They stared at each other for another extended moment, adjusting to the newness of such intimacy. "May I kiss you?" he asked quietly, moving his hand down to rest on her waist below the water.

Placing her own hands on his shoulders to pull herself closer to him through the water, she smiled. "You don't have to ask, you can just do whatever you want."

Watching her closely, he laid his hand flat across her back, musing over just how small and delicate she was beside him, as his hand easily spanned from one side of her back to the other.

"I don't want to make you uncomfortable or presume. This is still very new to us both."

Straddling his lap fully, she settled warmly on top of him and wrapped her arms around the tops of his shoulders, smiling against his mouth. "But kissing isn't."

With her breasts pressed against his chest, and the silken feel and heat of her straddling his erection between them, he hummed when she kissed him and tugged on his lower lip playfully with her teeth. "This kind of kissing is. No clothing between us."

Leaning back, she glanced down his chest to where the water obscured the rest of him. "This bath is kinda spoiling my fun though, cause if I try to kiss you where I want to right now, I'm gonna drown."

"We can't have that," he said decisively. She laughed when he immediately stood, gripping her backside to keep her in the same position against him, while she wrapped her legs fully around his waist as he climbed out of the bath, carrying her to a shelf with towels and tossing one around her to catch the dripping water on their skin. Striding back into the bedroom, he kissed her again as he lowered her to the bed onto her back, lying down beside her.

Sitting upright, she pushed against his chest, wordlessly encouraging him to lie flat as she ran her gaze across his nude form, while she sighed happily. "Greek gods and supermodels really have nothing on you." She smirked, her green eyes turning eager. "Now all this is mine and I can do just as I please, and you won't try to stop me, right?"

"Right. You may do as you like," he agreed, running a hand down her bare thigh and looking his own fill of the sight of her. He drew a slow, deep breath, forcing calm and patience on himself to allow her to explore him as she wished, unrushed by his own eager desires. Her nervousness seemed to have faded during their brief time in the bath, and he was glad of it, knowing everything would be much easier between them if she were relaxed instead of tense.

"Good. I have things I want to try..." Laying half across him, she went straight for his ear, licking and kissing him there until there was nothing but the sounds of gasping breaths and his impassioned moans filling the room. His hands wandered her curves, learning the soft dips and valleys of her shape, and the flare of her hips while she began to move down his neck, nibbling and kissing a path against his skin there, further stoking his desire and heating his blood. He firmly crushed his urges that were beating against him in time to his heart, demanding he lay her beneath him and lose himself deep inside her softness and warmth.

Calm, I will remain calm and in control, he ordered himself sternly. I must never hurt her.

His eyes opened when she swiped a tongue across one of his nipples, startled by how good it felt when she sucked him there and circled his other nipple with the light touch of her finger. She stopped and glanced up at him. "Do you like that?"

"Yes," he breathed. "I do like it, surprisingly so."

She raised a brow, licking a slow circle around his nipple again while she kept her eyes on his and smiled. "I'm not surprised. The male nipple is often just as sensitive as the female." She glanced down and bit her lip. "Now, I'm gonna do what I really wanted to at Dunharrow that you turned down."

His lips parted in uncertainty when she scooted down, took his throbbing erection in one of her hands and slid her mouth over him, the wet suction and slow movement of her tongue unlike anything he had ever imagined being able to feel. His hand automatically grasped a handful of the hair on the back of her head and his own head pressed further back into the pillow it rested against while his eyes slid closed.

"Ai huitho! AI! Elbereth! Avo dharo!" (Sindarin: Ah fuck! OHH! Elbereth! Don't stop!)

At his stream of desperate elvish, she laughed with him still in her mouth, the vibrations from her throat intensifying the sensations against him. Thrusting up involuntarily, some distant part of him realized that he likely shouldn't do that, but the last of his conscious thought fled when she moved her tongue again with much stronger suction, taking him even deeper.

All his awareness narrowed to the pull of her mouth and the wet warmth of her tongue on him. Time stretched to infinity while he floated in that place of extreme pleasure, his body unable to resist for very long, the climax that swiftly overtook him. A shiver of deeper, renewed arousal flowed over and through him, when she looked up at him and licked at the corner of her mouth with a smile of satisfaction, realizing she had swallowed down his release without pause or hesitation. He had not expected that.

Drawing a shuddering breath, he released the tight grip he had on her hair and welcomed her kiss, feeling something surprisingly possessive and primal awaken inside him when he realized the taste on her tongue was his. Flipping her down onto her back in a swift movement, he looked down at her in anticipation, the cloudy haze of desire in her gaze driving his own ever higher.

"That was beyond anything I have ever experienced, my siren, and I would like to repay you in kind, while also satisfying my own longing to learn your body intimately." He stroked light fingers between her breasts and down to the sparse patch of golden curls above her womanly flower he was desperate to explore.

"I need to learn elvish as soon as I can," she said with a teasing smile. "I really want to know what you're babbling when I go down on you."

Legolas looked back up and smiled at the amusement in her eyes. "It was a combination of 'oh, fuck' and 'please don't stop' I believe, as well as a few other things I can't fully recall."

Laurelin laughed and rested a hand against his cheek. "That's what I was hoping, so I'm glad I was right and you liked it."

Raising his brows and giving her a disbelieving look, he shook his head. "Like is an exceedingly pale description." Resting a finger on her lips, he rubbed it across them in contemplation. "Your mouth is a whole other world, the stroke of your tongue like some powerful magic." He glanced back up at her and lowered his head to one of her breasts, nuzzling against her. "Now, it's my turn," he whispered, palming one breast in his hand and suckling the other into his mouth, nipping at the curve of the underside of her breast when she gave a breathy moan of approval.

"And I will let your lovely sounds be my guide." He stroked through the hot, wet folds of her sex with his fingers, circling the little button at the top with his thumb, as he had discovered gave her great pleasure the first time he touched her there. He kissed the dip of her navel, exploring it with his tongue and smiling when she giggled and tried to twist away from him.

Gently pushing her thighs further apart, he took a moment to fully admire her and inhale the heady fragrance of her desire. He looked back up and met her eyes, hiding none of his powerful hunger and nigh unquenchable need for her. "You really are a beautiful flower here, blooming just for me." Spreading her open with his fingers, he bent his head down and kissed her, running his tongue across her for the first time and groaning at the fire that raced down his spine at her taste and the knowledge that she was so wet because she wanted him just as much as he wanted her.

Laurelin wailed his name and made a pleading sound when he licked her little nub, and honing in on it, he repeated the same, lapping at her there when she thrashed and anchored a hand in his hair, gripping it desperately.

"Oh, please, oh please, oh God! Legolas, please," she chanted, with eyes closed and head moving restlessly on the pillow.

Exploring her folds with his fingers while he continued to lick her, he felt his own throbbing length aching with urgency to be buried inside her. A sharp surge of male pride flowed through him when she quickly stiffened and shuddered, taken with the same quivering spasms of her release as he had felt before, and he didn't stop and lift his head until he felt a great sigh of satisfaction from her. She whispered his name and he looked up at her and smiled at the soft, happy look in her green eyes.

"I greatly enjoy the sounds you make in your pleasure, laich. Shall I do that again?" he asked, lightly circling her with his fingers.

She shook her head. "Not right now. Now, I have an undeniable need to have you inside me, like I need air."

Liking the sound of that, and more than ready to comply, Legolas moved back up beside her, arranging the cushions to support him as he sat with his back against them. "Come, you be atop me. I want you to have control of this, for your comfort."

Sitting up, Laurelin moved to straddle him, placing her hands on his shoulders to balance. "I'm controlling everything? I'll try, but I don't really know what I'm doing."

He smiled teasingly, resting his hands around her narrow waist. "I'm sure as a cowgirl, it shall come naturally to you, as everything else has. Let's see you finally ride your elf, sweet."

Laurelin snorted and leaned forward to kiss him. "After all my teasing about riding, I guess it's only right." She reached for him, angling him properly against her and tilting her head. "And now?"

Legolas looked down at where he was poised to enter her and nodded, focusing on holding himself still so he didn't mindlessly thrust up into her. "Now, go slowly. Very slowly to allow yourself time to adjust to me."

Biting her lip, she rocked against him in a small movement, allowing him to slip a little further in through her slippery wetness and trying to adjust to his size and girth. Keeping his eyes locked to her, he called healing into his hand and rested it low on her abdomen as she took more of him, little by little. He blocked what pleasure he was feeling from his conscious thought to concentrate on pouring healing into her, both of them gasping when she moved forcefully down on him in one big push, sheathing him completely inside of her. He froze, waiting to see if what he had attempted had worked, when she gave him a wide grin.

"That didn't hurt a bit! I really thought it would." She furrowed her brows in confusion as he breathed a sigh of relief and allowed the glow to fade from his hand. "Why were you glowing at me?" Her eyes widened in realization. "You made it where I wouldn't feel any pain, didn't you?"

He smiled faintly and pulled her nearer to him for a kiss, marveling at the wonder of being a true part of her, at last, and the indescribable feeling of her tight, wet heat surrounding him. "Yes, that was my intent, and I'm glad it worked." He pulled back, and stroked her hair back from her face. "I never want you to have pain from my touch, Laurelin. Not this first time or anytime in the future. I only want you to experience pleasure and joy when we are joined."

She rocked her hips forward again, stroking her hand against his cheek and smiling into his dear face. "You are the sweetest, kindest, most thoughtful person I have ever known. I never heard of any man trying to circumvent a virgin woman's pain. Maybe try to do what they could to minimize, but get rid of it completely?" She shook her head, her eyes growing misty with emotional tears. "You're one of a kind, and I'm so lucky. I love you."

"And I you," he said with a tender smile. Gripping her backside, he pushed deeper into her, kissing the moan from her lips, his eyes darkening with strong desire. He whispered words in elvish and Laurelin felt a zing of something strange filling her, tugging oddly on her emotions at the edge of her awareness.

"What was that, Legolas? What did you do?"

He lifted her hips and lowered her down on him again, directing her movement for their mutual pleasure. "Our joining has begun, and will continue to build while we make love. Are you happy with this position or would you prefer some other?"

Smiling that he seemed to have easily sensed her preference, she gripped his face between her hands. "I want you over me so I can look up at you while you work those magical hips of yours."

Smirking, he rolled, moving her smoothly beneath him while keeping their bodies joined together. Wrapping her legs around his waist, she squeezed him as tightly as she could with her inner muscles, drawing a shocked look and an elvish swear from his lips. She chuckled.

"Does huitho mean fuck?"

He nodded, thrusting more deeply into her again, his eyes half-lidding in pleasure. "It does."

"So, is huitho nin how...Ah..." She paused and bit her lip when he changed his angle, briefly making her forget how to speak. "How I tell you to fuck me?"

Chuckling, he nuzzled against her ear. "Puitho nin would be the correct command. Is that want you wish to command me to do?" he murmured, tugging her earlobe with his teeth.

Her eyes closing at the amazing and overwhelming pleasure from what she felt inside and outside, she nodded again, opening her eyes to seek his gaze. "Yes. You've been so sweet and gentle with me up to now, but I want the untamed and less polite and careful you. I want wild and free Legolas, so puitho nin like you mean it, and don't hold back anymore."

His pupils grew larger, his eyes darkening with a look that made her shiver and dig her nails into his shoulders when his movements grew more forceful, rocking the entire bed and making her moan when he licked her ear, nearly driving her out of her mind with the combination of sensations. Reaching down between them, he stroked a finger over her nub, making her cry out and come around him without warning, her eyes flying open while she spasmed around him.

Before she fully came down from her peak, he was whispering into her ear all the ways he was going to make her come during the course of the night. He drove her desire for him higher and higher, then brought her over and over, just as he said he would, the movement of his thrusting hips continuing tirelessly.

Every part of her felt electrified by his touch, every nerve tingling and hot, and each orgasm drained a little more of her energy away while she felt Legolas' presence inside her grow stronger and easier to sense. It was like he really was branding himself into her, body and soul, and she never wanted to go back to how she was before he filled her.

Swallowing against a dry throat, she brushed his loosened hair away from his face that made him look like some wild fae from her most erotic fantasies. How could someone so perfect actually be real? Her thoughts began to grow distant and hazy again when he lifted her leg higher around his hips so he could drive deeper and push her closer to the edge of the cliff of pleasure once more.

"Legolas," she said breathlessly, moaning when he kissed her ear again. "You have to come with me this time. Please? I need you to."

Examining her expression and seeing how tired she was growing, he eyes softened in concern and he nodded. "As you wish, my love. Together." He focused on her face, watching for the signs of her approaching climax, and allowing himself to fully feel his own pleasure when she clenched around him, both of them shuddering with release. Time stood still for a moment while they stared into each other's eyes, locked together in their intimate embrace while they shared their strongest emotions.

Turning to his back and pulling her on top of him while they remained joined, he kissed her sweat-damp forehead, his eyes closing in satisfaction and contentment as he felt the warm hum of their completed bond surging strongly between them.

"Are we completely married yet, or do we have to do more?" she mumbled into his chest.

He laughed and reached for her face, tilting it up to him for a kiss, smiling at her teasing smirk. "We are as married as we can possibly be, sweet. Can you feel me as part of you, now our bond is complete?"

Yep, I sure can. She frowned. "Did I just say that...not out loud?"

Yes, I heard you in my mind. Can you hear me as well?

Laurelin's brows rose. "That's...freaky. Say something else."

I adore you. You are an amazing lover. I will never have enough of you.

She blushed and looked down. "Now speak to me out loud. I miss the sound and vibration of your voice already."

"Are you happy with our first lovemaking experience?"

"Happy?" She shook her head. "That's the understatement of the century. You know what a clitoris is for, I'm gonna build a damned shrine in your honor. I don't know how the experience we just had is possible between two virgins, but I sure am glad of it. You're….damn, you're..." She shook her head, making him grin.

"Good. It was my goal to leave you somewhat speechless."

She snuggled against him and kissed his chest, her eyes drifting closed. "Mission accomplished, you elven stud. I think I need a nap. You definitely wore me out. In a wonderful, amazing way." She smiled with her eyes closed, starting to drift off. "Le melin, Legolas."

Stroking gentle fingers through her disheveled hair, he watched her a moment longer, smiling when he felt her slip into peaceful slumber. Pulling her more comfortably against him, he covered her with the rumpled bedclothes and kissed the top of her head.

"Le melin, Laurelin laich nin." (S: I love you, my sweet Laurelin.)

Legolas came out of his deep reverie and back to full awareness of everything around him to the sound of Laurelin singing softly, making him smile. Rolling to his side and sitting up, he stood to his feet and walked silently to the bath where she was soaking. Standing in the doorway and watching her, he listened to what she was singing so quietly in English.

"We met a few weeks ago

Now you try on callin' me baby,

Like tryin' on clothes

~o~

"Salute to me I'm your American Queen

And you move to me like I'm a Motown beat

And we rule the kingdom inside our room

~o~

"And all at once, you are the one I have been waiting for

King of my heart, body and soul, ooh whoa

And all at once, you're all I want, I'll never let you go

King of my heart, body and soul, ooh whoa

~o~

"Late in the night, the city's asleep

Your love is a secret I'm hoping, dreaming, dying to keep

Change my priorities

The taste of your lips is my idea of luxury

~o~

"Salute to me, I'm your American Queen..."

Legolas smirked and walked into her line of sight, amused when she sat up straighter and blushed, amused further by the eager excitement he could feel from her at his sudden appearance.

"May I join you, my American Queen?" He teased gently.

Her blush deepened and she nodded, watching him settle beside her. "Just a stupid pop song that came to mind."

"It sounded rather fitting."

She gnawed the inside of her cheek, reaching out to touch his hair. "You know, I never saw your hair loose, without any braids before last night. I really like it. You look so..."

He quirked a brow. "Untamed? Wild and free?"

Laurelin laughed. "I guess so. Natural. I really like it."

"Were I not so often in battle, I would wear it free more often. If you will come in front of me I will wash your hair for you."

She dipped her head back further into the water to completely wet it, then came and sat between his legs on the little ledge for sitting. Closing her eyes, she smiled while he gently lathered her hair in whatever elven magic stuff they used on their hair. It made her hair softer then anything she had ever felt before, but left no residue behind like conditioner she always used to use.

"I think I'm ready to purr like a happy cat with you stroking my hair."

"You do rather purr when I stroke you," he murmured. "I'm quite fond of the sound."

"Stop tryin' to make me blush. You make a good many sounds yourself, ya know."

"Hmm." He moved his soapy hands down to cup both of her breasts, then moved his caresses lower, across her thighs. "You do make all of me sing at your touch."

Pulling away from him, she leaned back to rinse her hair, smiling when she opened her eyes to see he was also rinsing his own hair, having quickly washed it. Moving to the far side of the bath, she sat on the edge of the tub, out of the water, with her legs still dangling in it while she took the towel she had laid there and blotted the water from her hair with it.

He floated over to her, lifting her foot out of the water to kiss her ankle, following the inside of her leg with his lips, kissing higher and higher until he tugged her against his mouth, stealing her breath with the light caress of his lips and tongue against her center. Leaning back and supporting her weight on her hands, she watched him, getting more and more aroused when he flicked his eyes up to hers.

In the mood to tease him, she scooted back, well beyond his reach and stood, wrapping the towel around her body and smiling at his narrow-eyed stare of obvious disapproval. Turning her back on him, intending to saunter off, she laughed when she was quickly spun back around and pulled into the strong arms of a very wet elf. Tugging the towel off her again and tossing it away, he lifted her in his arms, giving her little choice but to wrap her legs around his waist. Her gasp turned into a moan when he drove into her, looking down into his blue eyes that smoldered with desire.

"You are already so wet for me, it makes me half mad trying to decide what I want more...to be inside you or have my mouth on you to taste your sweet nectar."

She hissed and bit her lip at how he filled her so completely, stretching her to fit around him. It was the most amazing feeling, their connection so much more than just the physical. She dove into the desire he felt for her, and offered back her own, smiling at his soft groan of acknowledgement.

"I have a quick trigger anytime you look at me. I spent most of our time in Rohan together, soaking wet for you. I couldn't help it."

Legolas sucked a spot on her where her shoulder met her neck, brushing his nose up against her ear. "I know, I could smell that you wanted me, and I wanted you just as desperately. So many times I imagined what it would be like to do what we are doing now. Yet, the reality is so much better than the fantasy."

She shuddered when he kept hitting the perfect spot inside her, but it wasn't quite enough. "Faster," she breathed. "And harder, much harder. Please, sugar."

He took the three steps to reach the wall and leaned her back against it, using the leverage to do as she asked, keeping his eyes on her face while they moved together in their passionate dance. When he could feel she was close, he kissed her ear, gently scraping her earlobe with his teeth. "Come, my beauty, show me how much I please you. Tolo a nin, melethril nin." (S. Come with me, my lover.)

Laurelin kissed him while they rode the peak of pleasure together, feeling his hot release inside her and deeply satisfied that he hadn't held anything back. Leaning her head against the wall behind her, she closed her eyes and smiled, thinking there was nowhere else she would rather be than with Legolas, held tightly in his arms.

"I feel the same, laich. You are the light of my life."

Opening her eyes again she gave a wordless response, her heart in her eyes as she touched his cheek and traced his jawline, sighing when he lifted her off him and set her on her feet, smirking at the wetness between her legs.

"Now I think I need another bath."

He lifted his head and inhaled deeply through his nose, smiling smugly and shaking his head. "I think our combined scent on you is my preference. You can wash it off now if you like, but I'm going to put it right back before another hour has passed."

She rolled her eyes and walked toward the doorway, looking back at him where he followed her. "How about food? I'm kinda starving after all our activity."

He walked into the closet when they were in the bedroom again, and emerged a moment later in a loose pair of pants. "I will go and check. I suspect there is food waiting for us outside the door."

When he returned, she was laying belly down on the bed in one of his tunics, but raised up quickly at the sight of the tray he was carrying. He smiled at what she was wearing, settling beside her and offering her a bite of fruit from the abundance of food that had been left for them.

"Are you gonna feed me too?" She took another bite of some kind of sweet, sticky bread from his fingers, sucking on one to get all the yummy sweetness. He paused before reaching for something else to feed her, his gaze focused on her mouth.

"I enjoy feeding you. That mouth of yours..." He raised his brows and gave her a heated look.

Deciding it looked like fun, she offered him a bite of fruit from her fingers, smiling when he bit down on her finger teasingly before accepting the food. "What time is it?" she asked curiously.

"It is just after dawn."

She licked her own finger and turned, so she was laying across him and looking up at him. "Are we leaving today, or not?"

He shook his head and continued to feed her small bites. "We will leave when I can stand to keep my hands off you long enough to travel at least a few hours at a time."

Laurelin laughed. "What, you don't think it'll be good foreplay watching me bounce around on a horse and imagine it's you instead? You can learn control by forcing yourself to wait until we stop at the end of the day."

Legolas gave her a crooked smile. "Come climb back on top of me now and I shall show you control, young one."

She shook her head and raised her brow, giving him a flirtatious look. "That's actually really hot when you go all mature, experienced, sugar-daddy on me. Makes me wanna jump you again. Maybe I'm the one who needs to learn some control."

He chuckled, combing her still damp hair back from her face. "We are scarcely married, Laurelin, this in not a time to control our desires, but to fully indulge them. If you want me, I am more than eager to oblige."

"I suppose this is our honeymoon," she shrugged. Sitting up, she stretched her arms up over her head and looked back at him with a grin. "So...ready for round three?" Sliding off the bed, she walked over to the door and tilted her head. "I think we should try out the sitting room."

She disappeared down the hallway and Legolas stood. Popping another bite of fruit into his mouth, he grinned in anticipation and followed her.

Partial lyrics quoted from King Of My Heart by Taylor Swift

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Alternate Scene, or Version Two of the Wedding Scene

The faint breeze blew pleasantly down the walkway that Laurelin and Legolas traversed, and she glanced at him when he led her onto a narrow stairwell sloping sharply upward that she had never seen before, slipping her hand into his to guide her to follow behind him. Taking her shimmering skirt in her other hand and lifting it slightly so she wouldn't trip on it, she looked up at him curiously in the dim light.

"Where are we going?"

He glanced back at her with a slight smile. "You will soon see."

She pressed her lips together to stifle the grin that tried to break free, feeling a strong flutter of excitement even as she wondered what exactly he had planned. After walking up more steps than she had in a very long time, Laurelin made a pleased sound when they stopped at an overlook that let them clearly see the stars, as the tops of the forest trees were well below them and didn't block the view.

"Oh, it's so beautiful! I didn't even know this place existed."

Pleased with her reaction, Legolas turned to face her, his hair silvery in the starlight. "I knew you would enjoy the view, but I do have another purpose in bringing you here." He pulled a small, ornate container from a pouch under his tunic and opened the top, revealing two rings inside.

"Are those…?" Laurelin whispered.

"Our wedding rings, yes. I wish for us to marry tonight, Laurelin. Now, in fact, if you are agreeable. There is no true reason to delay until we reach Gondor, and I fear our journey together will be far less comfortable if we do attempt to wait longer; to say nothing of the strange frenzy that gripped us before. I prefer we wed deliberately, with clear minds and of our own free will." Legolas held her gaze, waiting patiently as her expression went from surprise to thoughtful consideration.

"I would be fine with us marrying tonight if that's what you want, but what about your family? Won't they be kinda shocked or disapprove of such a sudden move on our part?"

Legolas shook his head, taking both rings out of the box and putting it away again. "Not at all. In fact, my father suggested we might want to wed immediately after the feast, as it is something that you potentially received through Elizabeth's blood that nearly forced us into joining when we shared our emotions. He actually advised we not wait."

She clasped her hands together and nodded, relieved they wouldn't face any opposition since she could see Legolas was determined to go ahead with his plan. Clearing her throat softly while she tried to quell her sudden nervousness, she looked up at him questioningly. "Alright then, so what do we do? I don't know a thing about any of this, so you'll have to tell me what I'm supposed to do."

Reaching for her hands, he smiled gently, well able to sense her nervous uncertainty and intending to do all he could to set her at ease. "Now, we speak our vows, and it can be whatever you feel from your heart, though according to elven tradition we must also invoke the name of Eru as part of our pledges to one another." Slipping the smaller wedding band onto her left ring finger to nestle beside her betrothal ring, Legolas stared into her green eyes for a silent moment, his own full of adoration.

"From this moment forth and for all the days to come, I bind myself to you as your husband, Laurelin. I offer you my devotion, love, and all of who I am. By Eru Iluvatar, I swear to protect and cherish you, always, and I bless the greater powers that have brought you to me from so far."

Looking down to slide the larger ring onto his ring finger, she drew a shaky breath and blinked rapidly, already feeling teary at his earnest words and wanting to get her own pledge out without becoming weepy. She looked up into his eyes of brightest blue, her heart thumping harder in her chest at the magnitude of the moment they were caught in, and wanting to remember everything about it, right down to the way the starlight highlighted his broad shoulders and his white teeth when he smiled at her encouragingly.

"Legolas, my very own Greenleaf and soulmate who I have traveled so far to find, I bind my heart to yours as your wife. I love you desperately, and I give every part of me to you. By Eru Iluvatar, as you are mine, I am completely yours."

Legolas leaned down and kissed her so softly and beguilingly, that a warmth started low in her belly and spread outward in a slow burn that sizzled through her veins, making her sigh and reach up to twine her arms around his neck. He pulled back enough to nuzzle against her neck, rubbing a hand across her back with one hand, and gripping the curve of her hip firmly with the other.

"Next comes the true marriage – our bonding. Shall we go to our rooms now, laich, so I can love you as I have been imagining for so long?"

Not fully trusting her voice at that moment, Laurelin nodded and flashed him a small smile when he took her hand and led her back the way they had come, stopping and turning to face her when they finally stood in front of the door to his chambers. He lifted her into his arms and opened the door, carrying her across the threshold and making her laugh when he kicked the door closed behind them.

"I didn't know you knew about the tradition of carrying the bride over the threshold."

He grinned. "I learned all I could of your marriage customs from Elizabeth. We are a joining of two people's cultures and traditions, and I want to honor your human customs as much as our elven heritage."

Pulling his head closer so she could kiss him again, she smiled against his lips a moment later. "Thank you for being so thoughtful. It really does mean a lot to me." When he set her on her feet, she reached for his left hand and nodded in satisfaction at the sight of his wedding band before meeting his eyes. "I love the way your wedding ring looks on your hand, and I especially love knowing that it tells the whole world that you're one hundred percent mine. Did I ever mention I was a little possessive? No? Well, now you know." She slipped her shoes off and kicked them aside.

He examined her hand with both rings and nodded in agreement, his smile and eyes changing to the more intense look that always made her want to rip his clothes off. "We share that tendency, as I am no less possessive of you, sweet. And now that we are speaking of possession, I think we should proceed to the full exploration of such, without any further delay..." Legolas smoothly unzipped the back of her dress and placed his warm hand on the bare skin of her lower back, stroking her there with a light, teasing touch.

She busied herself with the clasps of his tunic to keep from acknowledging the faint embarrassment that colored her cheeks, sighing happily when she pushed it open, kissing his muscled chest while she eased his clothing off his shoulders and arms. When he slid her dress down her arms and let it pool on the floor around her feet, she bit her lip and peeked at him through her lashes, chuckling when he swept her up in his arms again and walked through to his large bedroom.

"At this rate, I'm gonna get spoiled to your carrying me everywhere."

"I fail to see a problem with that," he murmured, lowering her to her feet and unhooking the back of her lacy pink bra that was a perfect match to the panties she wore. "I am very happy to discover you are wearing pink for me on this night, especially, as I believe it has become my favorite on you. Does this shade also have a name?"

"Um, it's actually First Blush, which I guess is fitting," she said, ducking her head when he slipped the straps down her arms and let the bra fall to the floor, leaving her mostly naked. Fighting through her embarrassment, she lifted her head, curious to see his reaction then bit her lip at how he was looking at her with a mix of hunger and tenderness. He cupped her chin in one of his hands, lifting it even higher so he could see her eyes more easily.

"Does it make you uncomfortable for me to look at you as I am, sweet?"

Laurelin thought about exactly what she was feeling and shook her head with a shy smile. "Not too much, I just have to get used to it." She laid both of her hands against his chest and moved her touch down his front, stopping at his waist. "I do like the way you look at me, and...how you touch me." She dropped her gaze to the front of his trousers and reached for the fastening to undo it. "But I think I should be able to look too though, don't you?"

"Of course," he said in a low tone. "I will remove the rest of my clothing if you wish it."

She frowned when she thought she had the clasp on his pants undone, only to discover there was another one, and nodded. "Yeah, that would probably be best since I haven't quite figured your pants out yet."

Turning, she undid the diamond necklace at her throat and set it aside before climbing onto the bed. She settled with her legs folded beneath her and sat on her heels. Laurelin absently twirled a lock of her hair, twisting it tightly around her finger while she watched him sit on the edge of the bed and quickly remove his boots and other garments. Standing to face her when he was fully naked, he plucked the circlet from her head and took his own off, setting them both on the table next to the bed before turning to look at her again, smiling at how her eyes moved over him in eager curiosity.

"Come to me, sweet."

Unwinding the lock of hair from around her finger, she raised up to her knees and crawled to the edge of the bed where he stood, resting her hands flat against his chest and looking up at him. Taking her face in his hands, he leaned down to kiss her, sliding one of his hands around her back to pull her against him. When she was breathing heavily and feeling more than half drunk with desire, he gently pushed her back to lie flat on the bed, working his way down her body with his lips and fingers that left electric fire everywhere he touched her.

Only distantly aware of when her panties disappeared, she moaned loudly when he pulled her to the edge of the bed and knelt down between her spread thighs, his lips and tongue there quickly pushing her into an explosive climax that left her feeling weak and boneless. Smiling lazily when he worked his way back up her body, climbing back onto the bed beside her, Legolas gave her a self-satisfied smile in response.

"Alright, that smug little grin of yours is clearly a challenge, and I eagerly accept." Running light fingers across his chest, she looked at all of him laid out before her, resting her eyes on his impressive erection, wondering just how much she could manage to take. She had lots of knowledge of how to do what she was planning, despite never having practiced, and hoped it would be enough to make her good enough at it to rock his world. No teeth, she reminded herself, giving him a mischievous smile before she leaned down, gripped him with one hand and took him fully in her mouth.

Legolas gasped, the sound turning into a low groan of pleasure while he slipped his fingers into the silky hair at the back of her head. Her mouth on him was like nothing he had ever felt before. If he had thought her intimate touch on him was incredible, this was an entirely new level of experience. Every time she took him deeper, moving her tongue against him in an entirely amazing way, his grip on her hair tightened until he was half controlling her rhythm without even trying.

When it became too much to withstand, he thought to try to warn her but she took him even deeper than before and he was caught up in the rush of his climax racing through him before he knew what was happening. With eyes closed, he concentrated on calming his heart and his breathing, moaning again when she finally released him, pressing a small kiss near his right hip. Looking down at her, he grew immediately hard again when she looked up at him with desire clear in her green eyes and licked her lips to tease him.

"That was….I...didn't expect….but you were..."

Laurelin laughed, moving up into his arms to kiss him lingeringly, over and over, grinning at his admiring smile. "I love you, Legolas."

"And I love you, my heart." He rubbed his nose against hers, basking in the feel of her naked body pressed against his own, but keen for much more. "You stole my ability to speak for a moment. But I must have the wonder of all of you now."

She sighed and rolled onto her back, still a bit nervous at what was to come in spite of her brief boldness, but his lips and hands moving warmly across her body soon had her shifting restlessly beneath him, begging for more. Spreading her legs wider in open invitation, she bit her lip and tensed when he positioned himself to enter her.

Legolas kissed her ear, licking along the rounded edge while he called healing into his right hand, which he rested low on her belly. "I will never hurt you, my sweet love, try to relax and trust me," he whispered. She looked up into his blue eyes, the tenseness melting from her muscles at the confidence and tender concern she saw there.

"I trust you," she said, just as quietly. Her lips parted in silent wonder while she processed the sensation of him slider deeper inside her through the slippery wetness of her desire; so slowly, but never stopping until he was fully a part of her. He watched her face closely, reading her expressions and looking relieved when she smiled in wonder, realizing the faint glow she saw was him healing her as he breached her for the first time, so she wouldn't feel any pain.

He grinned when he saw she understood what he had done and kissed her with all the love in his heart when her eyes filled with grateful tears. Drawing a sharp breath, his own eyes widened when she tightened strong inner muscles around him, drawing his focus back to their mutual pleasure. When she moved her hips, pushing him even deeper inside her and indicating her readiness for more, he lifted his head and drew a breath to speak the spell to begin their bonding.

"Vérë essë, ménë yanta fëa. Vala lasta!" (Quenya: Bond begin, yoke us in spirit. Gods, listen, give ear!)

A strange energy started to pulse inside Laurelin, and she could feel a prodding against her senses and emotions that she recognized immediately as Legolas, making her look at him. "What's happening to us?"

"All is well," he murmured, kissing her and stroking her hair back from her face reassuringly. "It is only the start of our bonding you feel. Our spirits are being knit together and joining us into one."

Closing her eyes, she was taken by sensation and pleasure, and a burgeoning heat pushing her along to some destination she did not yet know the way to. Oh, but the feel of him moving inside of her consumed her in a way she had never known or even been able to imagine. His strength and power were evident in the fluid movement of his hips, and the flex of the muscles in his arms and shoulders. She moaned when he angled his thrusts to hit something inside of her that sent her into another climax very quickly, but even stronger than the one before.

He kept his eyes on her face, unable to look away from the sight of her when she was caught in the height of eithel gellam, comparing it to the first time they shared pleasure, and finding it far superior. Her entire body glowed faintly with a pale, golden light, her eyes brighter than he had ever seen them, and it was no small point of pride for him that he had awoken that in her. (Sindarin: literally 'well of joy', used to refer to orgasm/sexual climax)

The feel of her body beneath him, the tight, wet heat of her intimate embrace gripping him could not be withstood for long, though through sheer force of will alone he managed to resist when she peaked again. It was magical how easily he could read her signs, and swiftly push her to the pinnacle of physical pleasure, or delay it and cause her to wait, thereby increasing her enjoyment when she finally came again.

Legolas thought their bond was nearly complete when he felt her wish for him to join her in release, and he knew it for certain when he heard her voice whisper it in his mind.

Come inside. Fill me completely. I love you, Legolas.

Panting with the effort his control cost him, when she again spasmed around him, he gave into the explosive sensation racing down his spine and bursting from him where their bodies were wed, a bright light filling the room as the last of the bonding spell worked its irreversible magic on them.

Staring into each other's eyes through it all, Legolas turned them slightly so they were partially on their sides while their hearts slowed and they recovered. He noted the drowsy look of satisfaction she wore, giving her a smug smile in return. Laurelin shook her head, grinning back.

"After that performance, you have more than earned the right to brag that you are the world's greatest lover."

He pushed a lock of hair out of her eyes and answered in her mind. I am your lover, which is the greatest privilege, and all I could ever want. I adore you. I could never have imagined becoming part of you would feel the way it does. Already, I want you again and again.

Laurelin's eyes grew wider when he spoke in her mind, and when he grew immediately hard inside her again.

Are we...telepathic now? This is awesome!

Chuckling quietly, Legolas pulled her on top of him and lay flat on his back, sliding her legs up until they rested on either side of his waist, allowing him to sink deeper inside her. "Yes, we can speak in each other's minds, now we are bonded. How does it feel to be my bride in full?"

Pushing herself upright and resting her hands against his chest, she rocked back against him, biting her lip at how much deeper she could take him in that position. "Perfect," she purred, her eyes half-lidding when he pushed his hips more against hers. "I'm completely happy and right where I want to be."

"I'm glad to hear it," he replied in a deep tone. "For you are also precisely where I want you at this exact moment."

He held his hands up and she laced her fingers with his, using her leverage against his hands to move more easily, as he obviously intended. Shaking back her hair, she smiled down at him, intending to do her best to show him just how well a cowgirl could ride.

Hours later, Laurelin awoke and shifted her head on Legolas' chest to look up at him. After bathing together, they had somehow ended up on the sitting room floor when she had challenged him to a wrestling match which she had fully intended to lose anyway, but had fun rolling around with him, and she also recalled christening the couch at some point.

Realizing he was asleep, though his eyes were wide open, she watched him in fascination. She had never once seen Legolas unconscious or sleeping, and it was thrilling to be able to finally see him as a normal person who sometimes let his guard down and actually slept. Even if he did do it with his eyes open, though they were clearly glazed and unfocused, which at least made it a little less weird. Feeling a little like a creeper after watching him for several minutes, she turned her attention to his lips and studied them. They weren't overly large, which was her preference, but well defined and so warm and soft when he kissed her with them.

But other than his eyes and lips, her favorite facial feature on him had to be the dimple in his right cheek. Only visible when he smiled in a certain way, and usually only when he teased, you could theoretically go a long time without knowing he even had a dimple. It melted her heart like chocolate in the summer sun every time she saw it, as though it were a precious gift he only shared with the people who were close to him. When his lips lifted in the exact smile she had been thinking of, and the dimple suddenly appeared, she gasped, her eyes flying up to his to find him watching her.

"I had no idea you were so taken by dimples, sweet."

Blushing to be caught watching him, and apparently also broadcasting her thoughts, she leaned up to kiss his dimple, but he turned and caught her lips against his instead, humming in approval when she kissed him back.

Pulling away, she wrinkled her nose teasingly at him. "Only your dimple, sugar, because it's so adorable and almost boyish-looking, which is really something at your age. Such a contrast too, cause there is definitely nothing boyish about you otherwise. No sir."

When a particularly explicit image flashed through her mind of the two of them going at each other up against the bathing room wall, her eyes widened when he smirked, realizing he had sent the image to her.

"Oh," she breathed. "That's...really..surprising. How do I send something like that to you?"

"Picture it in your mind with as much detail as possible, then push it through the bond. I should be able to see it."

Finding it easier to focus with her eyes closed, she imagined exactly what she wanted to do to Legolas, then tried to transfer it to his mind. When she opened her eyes, he was giving her a puzzled look.

"You...want to lick something white off of me? I don't recognize it."

Sighing dreamily, she rested her face against his chest, but tilted her head so she could still see his eyes. "That is whipped cream, and if I had a cherry to go on top, I would make an elf sundae out of you and lick you all up."

He smiled in amusement. "As tantalizing as that is, I think I had best feed you like a good husband should, for you've eaten nothing since the banquet last night, and it's now past dawn."

Rolling to her back, she stretched out on the soft rug and smiled. "Your love is my food, your kiss is my wine. I die in your arms and come to life again when you touch me. What need have I for mortal food when I have the nectar of the elven god of love to sustain me?"

He loomed over her with a slight smile and a surprised look. "That has the sound of poetry to it. Have I inspired you to a whole new way to tease me?"

She pouted out her bottom lip. "Indeed I do not tease you, Sir Elf, I but speak from my heart. Do you label me false?"

Legolas chuckled. "Hearing such a different form of English from you is unexpected, but no less endearing than your usual manner of speech."

Sitting up, she pecked a teasing kiss to his lips. "Remember, I like to roleplay. If you ever want to be Mr. Rochester to my Jane, or Jareth the Goblin King to my Sarah, I'm always game."

He shook his head, pulling her closer again and kissing her slowly, rubbing his nose against hers as he leaned back. "I would much rather be Legolas to your Laurelin, for no other story could possibly be more thrilling to experience than our own."

When he pulled her to her feet and lifted her into his arms, she gave him a mischievous smile. "I definitely can't argue with you there, handsome."

"See how well you suit the role of agreeable bond-mate," he said with a smirk, beginning to carry her to the bedroom where the food tray waited. "Now, after I feed you, I have a small container of honey which may suit you in place of your whipped cream, if you care to try. Then, we shall probably have need of another bath. Of course, in the bathing chamber, there are such lovely walls..."

Laurelin giggled and leaned nearer to kiss the spot where his elusive dimple sometimes appeared. "Le melin, Legolas. This is the best honeymoon ever." (S. I love you)

He smiled down at her, his eyes shining with the great love flowing between them. "Le melin, Laurelin, gûr nin." (I love you, Laurelin, my heart.)

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