Author's Note:

Warning: Concepts contained in this chapter includes semi sensual acts. (I mean they will kiss a lot! ^_^ )

Disclaimers: I don't own any of the characters, places, names, etc (only the OC). It all belongs to J.R.R Tolkien and Peter Jackson.


~ Chapter Fifty Three: Heavenly bliss ~


She suddenly felt Legolas' hand on her shoulder, he was close enough to her reach, though when he made contact his skin was cooler than she imagined. There was no hint of sadness in his eyes, like the news had reached him. His lips formed the words her legs gave away and she sensed his arms catching her, not pulling her up but ensuring she met the ground more gently. The anticipation tingled through her, like electrical sparks on the way to the ground, gathering in her toes. She needed to render understandable, how things were.

He was not slumped at all, his body was clearly too muscular for that, yet it was just as relaxed as his face. He was smiling; smiling as if something good were about to happen. The world felt through her feet. How could the 'annoying elf's' smile and look so relaxed? Did he know? And why was he even there?

Yet, once again, her mind was enchanted, charmed and fascinated by the 'dazzling Elf'. For her, he was more beautiful than the winter sun above pristine snow. Her Ellon was more mesmerizing than the Golden wood with mallorn Spring leaves. How could someone so perfectly handsome exist? Yet, her heart, body and soul was bewitched by him. Every little detail that she was crying out that annoyed her, had captivated her. No matter the distance her attraction to him remained constant. He could be at the ends of the earth and still she would feel pulled towards him. There was something about him and her that matches, each half loving the other so fully that a life alone would be meaningless.

Ethir gaze slid to the side. Legolas pulled her against his chest nearer. He did not need any words, the emotions that filled the area was enough, to make it clear. How deeply in love they really were. His nose tickled her ear. She let out a tiny gasp and squirmed uncomfortably. She felt his lips softly graze her slender neck. Her face heated. She summoned enough courage to meet his gaze. His dark grey-blue eyes twinkled. 'He knows!?' she thought. Every move he made, would give away, that something had changed since last time they spoke.

"Why are you here?" she questioned, as her petite body form leaned against him. The long silver gown, was waving against the fair breeze. Her curly long hair formed a messy hairstyle, cause of the same breeze. "We agreed, never to see each other again!" Her words, did not matched her facial expression. Her eyes were widen open, a gentle smile was formed in her face and could not vanished.

She was burning. Why was she on such, fire? He was the sun. He had people orbiting around him; some were so close it burned them. The lucky ones were in the perfect distance to feel his warmness and live with him peacefully. He was the brightest person she could ever meet. So bright, and dazzling that cause her to be on fire now. Slowly burning her.

Legolas happier than ever, stared at her. He would answer her, and they would talk as long as they needed. Just, for the time being, he needed to touch her and look at her. He would admit, she was classically beautiful, or beyond it. She could never be as beautiful as an Elleth. She would never be as wise and pure as an Elleth. But her large liquid jet black eyes held such an intelligence and serenity that it was impossible for him not to be held prisoner by them. Her cheekbones weren't especially high and her nose was a little too small to be perfect, but there was undeniable symmetry to her features and perhaps that's what held him so captivated. Her imperfection, stuttered and blushed the Ellon in such ways; he wanted to give her more than his own heart.

"Alas! We spoken to fast. I fear you have taken deadly hurt, before I could tell." Legolas conceded, his arms were wrapped around her keeping her near him. He felt the warm of her body, against his cold one. "We were wrong!"

Ethir lifted her eyes and pinned her gaze against him "We were so wrong!" she agreed with him. She shifted her body against his "What did you find out? Who told you?" she asked him

"My mother was not slayed by your Father. My father never sought revenge... My Ada told me!" Legolas whispered under his breath, remaining close to Ethir. "Have you talked with Haldir, there were so many truths he needs to expose."

"Haldir has already revealed every detail. About my parents, about your father, ... He is my uncle!" she murmured with a astonished look on her face. She could not still believe it that they were related.

"Aye! He is your uncle! You are not human! We can... I mean we..." Legolas mumbled. He had already played the words in his mind so many times, as he was riding to meet her. Now, he could not form a single line. He was so lost in the moment. What ever he asked for, Valar had granted his wish. He knew very well, it would not be an easy task. Specially now, as Ethir had a family. She was not just his 'wicked girl.' She had family, and a place to call home. Things, were slightly difficult now. He was not just Legolas, one friend of the fellowship. Who could simply, share his thoughts with her. Simply bind with her, there and then.

Both, were now labeled. Ethir was the niece of the Marchwarden of Lothlórien. She was thought as an Elleth of Lothlórien. (A half Elleth, a Elleth nonetheless.) And he was Prince Legolas of Greenwood, son of the Elvenking Thranduil (his only son). Legolas, noted already the awkward moments they would be through. They had just found each other, and still they could not be together.

He leaned in a little closer, their foreheads touching. Dear Valar, he couldn't fight against the thoughts that were going through him. Her very smell was flooding his senses now. She was so near, so close, and there were so many reasons he should not touch her. He had to speak with Haldir first. Explain to him, how serious he was about her. Yet, the moment was so alluring, he was bewitched and for ever forsaken inside her dark gaze. He tightened his arms around her. His slender muscle form was touching against her fair body.

His lips brushed against hers. It was not an innocent touch, it was hot as a tease, fiery, passionate and demanding. She would pull back, she should. It was the right thing to do. But Ethir, was never conflicted between wrong or right. Her senses had been seduced, and she did not need longer to think straight. "Ethir!" he whispered slowly, prolonging each letter as if to savor them. Her heart fluttering at his voice as she shivered to his touch and tone. She could fully surrender now. She had no reasons, no possible factors to keep her away.

And then he finally kissed her and the world fell away. Time collapsed, as the past, the present and the future united. It was slow and soft, comforting in ways that words would never be. His hand rested below her ear, his thumb caressing her cheek as their breaths mingled. He pulled her closer until there was no space left between them and he could feel the beating of her heart against his chest. Her hands ran against his tunic, and rested in the end of his back. She tangled her fingers against the fabric of his tunic, and gently gathered it between them.

Legolas, paused and pulled away. "We should not! Alas! We cannot!" he said under his breath. Yet, all his locked away feelings overtook him. His heart was beaten fast, ready to explode. His mind was wheeling and blossoming. Every inch of his body agreed, that what was happening was right. He wanted it. She wanted it. Suddenly, he had slammed his lips to hers and nearly knocked all wind from her lungs. His body pushing hers, until he was pressing her against a Mallorn tree.

She hardly had a moment to react, before he pressed his tongue to her lips. It was a very sloppy kiss with the strong scent of fresh and clean breaths. Unexpectedly, his hand drifted to her hip. It settled there and pulled her closer. She inhaled sharply. She was against his warm chest, chiseled to perfection. 'Why was he so perfect!' her mind riled again. His breathing quickened as did hers. He began nuzzling her neck with delicate kisses. So faint, they were whispers. His lips returned and met with hers. His fingers slowly, ran through her body wanting to explore every detail.

As he kissed her, her brain lit on fire and the warmth spread throughout her entire body. After that she was addicted, and drawn towards him. She couldn't bare not to be with him. Ethir could barely breathe when he was around. Her mind once again, was filled with firework. In her stomach, butterflies orbit. Those kisses were her salvation and her torment. How much had things changed, she lived for them and she would die with the memory of them on her lips. How could it be, she was trapped around him, in a impossible way. It was madness, that someone would admit to have fallen so deeply in love. Yet, she was! She was sure more than ever. That 'annoying and dazzling Ellon' had stolen her heart, her soul and body.

And it was not any different for him. He dedicated his life to being with her from the moment of that first kiss, for he knew that if he lost her he would loose himself. She was the half that made him whole. That 'wicked girl' was a gift send from the Valar. A gift, that could doom him, and he would allowed it. Since it was her. The kiss obliterated every thought. For the first time in forever in his mind was lost. The worries of the day evaporated. He was happy.

Ethir pulled back, her cheeks redder than before. Today, she seemed more Elfish than ever. There was no dark aura surrounding her. She was not acting fearless, and full of pride. She was sweet and carrying, lovely somehow even innocent. Her fingers, touched his lips and she closed her eyes. She could not form few words. Yet, she was breathless to the moment and to his touch.

Legolas, cast a stare upon her. His hands were resting now against her back. He smiled at her, happier than ever. "Alas! You cannot imagine how unexpected this developing is. How Valar was so generous to us, and allowed such an outcome!" he told her while breathing heavily.

"I must be dreaming! It cannot be! Everything, that I heard today from Haldir! Yet, here you are to verify it!" she responded still close to his reach.

"Mela en' coiamin" (Love of my life) Legolas hummed "It's not a dream!" Then he lifted her hand and kissed her inner side of her wrist, respectfully and warmly. "Yet, if you still believe it to such, I will admit it as many times as you need, and prove it more that 'Le melin' (I love you)"

"Iston!" (I know) Ethir affirmed "Le melin, Legolas!" (I love you, Legolas!)

The Ellon held her gently, cupping her face with one hand. He leaned down and softly kissed the tender area at the base of her lips. Those lips he had claimed many times already. She tasted like sweet cream, and berries. Her lips texture, was warm and unforgettable. Her body went rigid with surprise as trembles shook her body and the euphoric warmth blossomed within her once more. The kiss, was once again wilder. He could not stop, any longer. His body was leaning against hers, pressing her dearly against the tree.

Their breaths were warm, like fire. They touches, they stares, and voices. Everything, was slowly burning them. Their naturally keen minds and senses, combined with their inner parts. There was more than was no calling out to them. It was like their fae, had finally awoken. As they had found each other. At that moment. There and then, they could bound and be whole.

Yet, even if Ethir agreed. Legolas was more than that. He would never cause her any harm. He would never allow her, to go through into any kind of awkward situation. Ethir was still, new around the Elven world. There were many things, she would not reckon. Yet, Legolas recognized the traditions. If they would ever bond, it should happen in his land. After he would talk with Haldir, and ask for his allowance. And he needed to explain, in detailed to Ethir what it meant to be bond together. He would never hurry into any situation, that would cause her problems. Protecting and shielding her, was a must.

And Ethir, although she would act before thinking. And even if her actions, sometimes ignored the consequences. This time it was different. She would never allow, her fearless mind to cause any problems to the one person that was so important to her. She would protect him, and shield him in her own ways.

They thoughts, blend in. As their kiss stole the words they didn't need to say. In that silence all of their secrets were laid bare, all of their passions and the spark of love that existed between them. In that moment, in their love, the kiss and they had the courage to do what had to be done. They lips met and they kissed again and again. Lingering, heavenly bliss It was not only a kiss but many. And each of them, caused their knees to weak, their heart to lose more than a beat, and their mind to reach a strange nirvana.

Their heart raced. Their belly ached. Curled toes, in a passionate woe, they shivered, they felt the earth quake, and so in love they were.

((Next Chapter: 54))


'Ada' == Father

'Ellon' == Elf or He-Elf

'Elleth' == She-Elf

More than anything, thank you for taking the time to read this!

Quick Note: I think, now we can go on with our story!