Title: The Quest for Tol-Eressëa. Chapter twenty eight

Author: Warlady

Fandom: Tolkien. A.U.

Rating: Only mild description of some sort of sexual situations, yes, I supressed all of the erotic parts (I don't do smut, but sensual usually tastefull scenes), due to strict policies. This stays T to the last chapter. The complete version, suited for adults are posted in AO3, under this same pen name.

Disclaimer: All the characters and situations from the Silmarillion, the Hobbit and The Lord of the Ring, belongs to Tolkien Estate. I only own Katherine, Oberon, Morwen and Azriel.

Special Warnings: This fanfiction has some of the characteristics of a Mary Sue, if you dislike original female characters in Tolkien fandom, don't read it.

Beta: No beta from here on, until I find someone that can work with adult content.

Timeline: After the events of Lord of the Ring.

Author's Note:This fanfiction is AU, so you may find some situations that don't follow canon.

Elvish grammar notes: I don't speak Sindarin or Quenya, if you find any mistake (and probably you will) let me know and I will correct it. Elvish or Dark Speech are in Italics.


Katherine woke up slowly, missing the warmth and comfort offered by the feathered wing that had cradled her the night before. She found herself naked under the sheets. Although she felt tempted to stay a little more like that, she reckoned that Delia would enter in her chamber at any minute to help her up and it wouldn't do to be found without one of her customary nightgowns. She was not sure if sleeping unclothed was not proper in this realm. So, she left the comfy linen covers as swiftly as her half-drowsy state permitted, took out one of the gowns from the drawers, slipped it on and returned to the bed.

'Well, it's almost time to face the day, not to mention facing Legolas. Hell, what possessed that damn Elf?' She pondered, recalling the delicious kiss that had ignited her dormant and neglected desires. Thanks to Azriel she felt totally sated, and she could probably keep her composure if her supposed in-law decided to try a funny move again, at least she wouldn't melt down in his embrace as eagerly as she did last night.

Even though the immediate danger of her treacherous body playing her a disastrous joke was nullified, the embarrassment of facing the prince of Mirkwood was a reality. This was an unknown feeling for her, since none of her past lovers had stayed the night, or even cared to have a second date with her. She often felt like discarded trash, collected enough the pieces of her dignity and moved on. 'Come on, it was just a kiss. It's not as I had succumbed to his wildest desires, not to mention mine. God, he kisses good!'

A knock on her door startled her. "My lady, it's time to wake up, breakfast in the kitchens is served earlier than in the dining hall."

'Yes, today I will have breakfast with Oberon. I almost forgot.' Katherine left her bed and opened the door. "Good morning, Delia, enter please. I was already awake. I think our charming little prince is still out, let me check on him."

Katherine entered Oberon's little alcove. She had assumed right, the elfling was still deep in revery, she almost felt pity about taking him out of that peaceful state. She touched his cheek softly with her fingertips, a gesture she had learned was the correct way to wake Elves from their resting time. "Oberon, my love, it's morning already." She whispered softly.

Oberon's eyelids fluttered and he took a deep intake of air. His blue eyes focused and he smiled sweetly. "Good morning, Mommy."

She took the boy in her arms. "Come here, little prince!" She kissed the kid's face repeatedly. The lovely giggles of the elfling filled her heart with joy. "Delia is already here to help us get ready for breakfast, baby. Today I intend to stay with you all the day long."

"Are you going to stay with me in my archery lessons?" The big innocent eyes were filled with hope.

"We'll see." She tried hard to hide the distress this ingenuous question had arose in her.

"My lady, I think you will be busy after breakfast, Lord Elrond has requested your presence. Though you could have lunch with us, Prince Legolas and the Dwarf lord had expressed their desires to join us as well."

Katherine sighed, it seemed destiny was plotting against her desires of not cross paths with Legolas for at least the whole day. "Well, it seems the kitchen would be a little crowded today." She feigned mirth. " Delia, make us shine!"

"I think my lady is already shining, you have a special glow this morning." The handmaid commented..

Katherine blushed, knowing too well the "special glow" was due to the night of passion she had been granted with by her guardian Angel. After all, she had never been so well treated by a lover, never with such care and skill, and she had never had a climax so absolutely blinding, not to mention the three he had elicited from her...or were they four?

"Do you feel well, my lady? You are too red on the face." The she-Elf sounded really worried.

"Oh, just remembered a dream I had last night." She lied.

"Did you dreamed of your husband?" A little smile of appeared on The Elf's lips.

"Yes, I dreamed of him."


At Imladris, the rooms meant to accommodate the high lords and ladies were provided with a tub, and it could be filled with warm water at will by the servants. Such luxury was reserved for those of noble lineage. The other inhabitants could use the communal baths. They were not as private as the ones inside the rooms but didn't lack the beauty and comfort Elves were used to have in their houses and palaces.

Legolas had decided to bathe himself in the community place. The best way to avoid a sudden carnal desire was to use cold water to temper the impulse, and it would be awfully weird to ask for his tub to be filled with chilly water. When he entered the baths the Elves that crossed his path didn't ask or comment nothing, it was not polite, they just nodded acknowledging him and in sign of respect to his rank.

He undressed swiftly and gave his garments, and the ones he would wear after bathing, to the Elf that was responsible of such tasks. This one gave him a couple of towels a piece of scented soap and a little basin of white ceramic. Armed with such Legolas walked towards the closest fountain to proceed with the uncomfortable process of wash himself with the chilly waters that he knew came directly from the Bruinen river.

"Legolas?"

The voice of Lord Elrond addressing him almost made him jump out of his skin. He turned around and, talking about skin, his eyes found the Elf lord was naked like the day he was born. He turned five shades of red, and remembered he was as well bare before his eyes. 'Breath, Legolas, these are community baths, is only normal to find naked males in this place. But, why the Lord of Imladris would come here?'

"Were you going to pour that water on you?" Elrond asked, looking the basin floating in the fountain surface.

"Ermm…" Legolas was at lost of words.

"By the Valar, young one, why would you do such a foolish thing? That water is icy…" The vision of Legolas' blue eyes sheepishly directed to his own private parts made the Elf Lord sigh in understanding. "So it is 'that'. Well, it's only my point of view, but you do not look ehm...stimulated in the least ."

"Not now, but if I see Karida I would be doomed!" He looked positively alarmed.

"Oh! It seems you already sunk yourself into doom a tad." Lord Elrond looked again downwards and realized even the mention of the woman had stirred Legolas' desire.

The younger Elf looked mortified at this, his pale face turning red all of a sudden.

"Well, pay not attention, is not as if I haven't been in such situation myself. Come, let's have a decent dive in that pool over there. It's quite warm." Lord Elrond walked away showing his dignified posterior to Legolas.

The young Elf followed, trying hard not to look a the aforementioned posterior.

The two elves were deep to their chest in the pool. The hot water emitted soft clouds of steam. Such ponds were filled by a subterranean river which waters were usually burning and some of the cold waters from the Bruinen. The result was a constant temperature quite agreeable.

Legolas understood why Lord Elrond was there, it was far more pleasant than bathing in a tub.

"Thank you, and please be discreet about this, would you?" Elrond was talking to one of the servants that attended the baths, he had just given the Elf Lord and Legolas a couple of goblets which content let out a fragrant steam.

"As always my lord." The servant bowed and left.

"Is this supposed to help me out of my predicament?" Legolas sniffed suspiciously the warm beverage.

"Yes, it is quite invigorating yet it has as well a sedative effect over the carnal impulses. It won't erase them totally, of course, but you will have more presence of mind to control them. Our finest winemakers discovered it by mistake when they were trying to create another variety of Miruvor."

Legolas drank it, relishing in the flavor. It was soft and delicate to the tongue, and he already felt its effects, as if his body were calming down by the second. His thoughts were clearer, and the imminent burning desire he had been fearing disappeared, replaced by a somehow serene warmth in his loins.

"There, it will settle in a couple of minutes." Elrond gave a good swill to the drink.

"My Lord, I know it is not my place to ask but, why do you need something like this?"

"Legolas, it's Elrond, and I am only made of flesh and blood, as you and any other Elf. Celebrian, my beloved wife, is in Valinor, and my love still belongs to her...my desires are a different matter entirely. I am used to deal with them, just the way the singles ones do from time to time, but if I am not in the mood to do so, I simply drink this beverage to erase the problem. It only last a couple of days, and after that the dose can be repeated. Though, I do not recommend to rely on it often, the other option although uncomfortable is more natural."

Legolas remembered ashamed his nocturnal activities and finished the drink. Elrond had said self-pleasure was natural, but he always had kept some degree of guilt about it. Of course, he was not innocent or inexperienced in that area, and given his recent time with a female, he had learned how to please himself even better than before, but he had used the images of a specific female as a fuel for his lust. Was it proper at all? He was quite sure if she ever discover it he would die in shame.

"Legolas, please stop tormenting you with something that is only normal. Deal with those urges with the method you prefer, in order to have your mind clear around the princess. I know very well you will have your chance to gain Karida's heart, believe me. I can see some shadows of the future, and considering your older brother's past behaviour I think she would be acquiescent to take you as a suitor. Of course, you just have to wait the precise time to lay your proposal before her in the most delicate way, totally in accord to our customs and…"

Elrond words were cut suddenly by the vision of a very ashamed Legolas, for the wide blue eyes, the red face and the white teeth biting nervously the lower lip could mean nothing else. "By the Valar, lad, what did you do?"

"I...I laid before her my proposal already. Then, I just kissed her...then ran away when my body betrayed my heated state." Legolas explained fastly, as to diminish the effect of his words.

"Are you that desperate? No wonder you wanted to bath yourself with chilly water, at this point I believe I should have sink you head first in the fountain just for your plain rash action." Elrond's was angry by Legolas' audacity. "I think your chances of gaining her heart are growing thin, if they are not already lost." He shook his head.

"Well, I think she was not precisely recalcitrant towards my advance. In fact, she felt more than acquiescent. I mean, maybe in their land what I did is not too serious. After all, she let herself be taken by my brother without even a promise or proper engagement." Legolas said.

Elrond sighed. He was well aware of the real background of the so-called princess. He had delved not deeply enough in her mind, yet he was quite sure she was not a virgin by far. She was a female from the Edain, young, healthy, vivacious and in her prime. So she probably had found already pleasure in the arms of one or more males of her own race.

The Edain had not the luxury to wait thousands of years for the real love, for them it was try and failure, or so his Father had explained to him. So, being experienced in the sexual field was not a terrible sin, but something that should be expected from someone of her age.

Although Legolas was not one of the fairest Elves he had known, he possessed a good deal of raw masculinity that some other Eldar lacked and surely that trait had not passed unnoticed by her. So, he could not blame her for being 'acquiescent'.

The real problem was her mission. She had gone too far to accomplish her quest to risk it all by a rash action; especially an action brought over her by an impulsive horny Elf.

Elrond had decided to help her as much as he could to reach the shores of Tol-Eressea without further problems And if it entailed keeping Legolas' passionate intentions at bay, so be it.

"Well, it seems you had been thinking deeply how to excuse your own lack of control by diminishing Lady Karida's. Have you paid attention to your words about her? A little more and you would be calling her a whore. Go on, Legolas, do to her as many other Elves had done to the long line of females your dear brother lead into disgrace. Call her offensive names, look her as someone that would be lucky if somebody dares to marry her. I assumed you loved her. It seems I was wrong." Elrond knew precisely what effect this words would have on Legolas' intentions, not to mention his already calm libido would surely die in the spot.

"But I love her! It is just…" Legolas gulped, he recognized that Lord Elrond was right. He tried to lay the guilt on her, as if he had not been the one who moved first, the one who kissed in ways that were far beyond the proper manners dictated for custom and education. The very memory of the incident brought a renewed wave of heat to his loins. "Ai! I know what I did was wrong, impulsive and totally against our customs...but it felt so right...so good!" The last part came out in a whisper.

"But of course it did, lad. Do you think I was born this old, I was young once and still can remember what it is like to crave the attentions of a female. I know how the body burns just at the thought of what pleasures her intimate company could offer. If there is love and not only desire involved, you must learn to control yourself and wait. We are ancient creatures, you and I, but she is young and from a race that is less strong than ours. If you don't push further, she would keep her composure, but if you dare to act in a reckless manner again, surely she will be carried away."

Legolas measured well Elrond's words. Suddenly his face lit up in joy. " Do you really think she would be carried away?" He said, way too hopefully.

"Legolas!"

"I am sorry, I was just thinking…"

"Well, you should think thoroughly to devise a proper and convincing apology."

"Oh, yes, an apology." Legolas looked appalled, the mere thought of facing the supposed Haradrim Princess after what had happened the night before made him feel sick.

TBC

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