A/N please keep reviewing!!! I know this story is sort of mushy, sorry…
Luinil sat on her bed, contemplating what had just happened between herself and Legolas. She had enjoyed it, and Legolas seemed to have also. She had never made love before, nor been in love. She liked what she knew of it. That night, she resolved, she would go to him again, and ask him to talk to his father about their marriage. She knew that he would want to talk to her father...but he could not. Not unless he could raise the dead. For her father, and alas, her mother also, had been attacked by orcs while travelling to Imladris long ago. Aiya, how she missed them, missed their love, missed the times that they sang her to sleep when she was young, missed her only family that were left in Middle-Earth. But maybe, if all went well and the Valar smiled upon her, Legolas could be her family, and could help her make her own.
Across Tar e-Ndaedelos, in the home of Thranduil, Legolas sat on his bed and contemplated the powerful thing that had just happened. He had never noticed Luinil in that light before, glowing with the starlight and moonlight, perspiring slightly from the hunt, with a look of victory on her face. He had never been quite as alone with anyone as he had been when he stepped out of the trees to surprise her and congratulate her on the hart. He had known that she was beautiful, but never as beautiful as she was then, and he had felt attracted to her, but had never had as good an opportunity as he had that night. He was happy that they had made love. He had wondered what it felt like for some time, but had never felt it, the connection between two who were truly destined for one another. He knew that he had felt it this past night.