Elora suggested to Legolas that they stroll through the gardens and enjoy
the late summer breezes that blew with the warning of autumn to come. It
also served to take them away from the curious eyes of the servants. They
walked in silence. After two days of comfortable comradeship, of engaging
conversations and coy glances, they were both at a loss. Elora found her
earlier boldness had all but deserted her and she had to face the very real
possibility that he was going to leave their house before she could tell
him.
"Your garden is well tended," he said at last, breaking her revelry. "There is much love and care here."
Elora smiled, tugging at a leaf that hung from a low branch. "That is my sister-in-law's doing. What she lacks in housekeeping skills, she more then excels with here in the garden."
"She has the gift to make things grow strong," he commented, looking about at the many trees and bushes. "The orchards will be ready soon for harvesting, about the time they return from Minas Tirith, I imagine. Would it be that I could be here to participate."
"I know, Legolas," Elora said with her head bowed.
"My desire is to stay Elora, stay with you," he took her hands in his. "But my duty is fulfilled and the King expects my immediate return."
"I wish that it were enough," she sighed, "enough to simply have met you and to have spent what little time we have together." She looked at him with soulful eyes. "But it is not enough! Surely Elves can stop time, can't they?"
Legolas chuckled lightly, placing his palm on her pale cheek. "Were that it could be that way, my lady."
"Then give me tonight," she said, leaning into his touch. "Let me show you my gratitude for all you have done for us.for me."
His smile quickened her heart.
Chapter 6
As she pulled the light robe over her shoulders, she felt his eyes on her from the doorway. She looked and saw him leaning against the dark wood of the frame, a beacon of white light, guiding all home. They said nothing for a few minutes, just drinking in the sight of each other. A noise from somewhere in the house roused Elora and she crossed the room.
"Perhaps you should come in," she said, holding her hand out to him.
He willingly accepted, allowing her to draw him further into the room. She closed the door quietly and turned to him. A smile graced her lips to see him standing in her chamber, seeming immediately familiar among her things. It was as if he was an intrinsic part of her life all along and had just been away. He cocked his head to the side, watching her.
"Mortals are a curious race," he began. "Everything that you feel, every thought in your heads, it shows on your faces. So much like children you are in that respect."
"We should be more guarded, more reserved, like Elves?" she returned. She came closer to him and reached up to gently caress the tip of one of his ears. His reaction to her touch was immediate and unexpected. He acted very much like her father's cat when she's scratched beneath her chin. "Seems to me Elves are not as controlled as you say they are," she teased, applying a little more pressure to her fingers.
His answer was to sweep her into his arms and crush her mouth with his. Elora's head swam from the aroma that surrounded him, the heat of his lips, the sweet taste of his tongue as it danced with hers. She clung to him, feeling the tight muscles of his arms. A shiver of anticipation passed through her when he pressed his lips into the soft flesh of her throat.
"Just as I suspected," Legolas whispered. "Your skin tastes of summer berries."
Elora's knees shook uncontrollably as he found a particularly sensitive spot and rubbed it with his nose. "And yours of .of." she paused, and urged him to stand straight before her. She licked her lips before assaulting his throat. "Yours tastes of the forest after a spring rain," she concluded with a grin, Legolas laughing.
"You are a marvel," he sighed, holding her tightly to him.
No more then you, my beautiful Prince, she thought. She felt his warm hands working their way under her robe, loosening it from her body until it fell the floor. She was clad only in her thin night shift. His gaze caused goose bumps to prickle her skin. Looking down at herself she saw how the light from the candles made the shift nearly invisible. He could see every inch of her body. Instead of being mortified she was enflamed and she threw herself once again into his embrace.
Their kisses became fiercer in intensity. The cool air tickled her legs as the gown rode up under his insistent hands. Her fingers worked to undo the belt that encircled his narrow waist. She had no time to admire the artisanship as his teeth were gently, distractingly, nibbling at her earlobe. Closing her eyes, she sighed contently, allowing herself a moment to enjoy what he was doing. Trembling hands dropped the belt to the floor and then glided up his chest to his shoulders. The material of his tunic was softer then anything she'd felt before. But she was more interested in what lay beneath.
With renewed vigor she unclasped the stays of the shirt, revealing inch by inch the palest, most luminescent skin she'd ever seen. Easing the garment from his body, it slid to the ground with a soft hiss. He stood before her then, naked to the waist, glowing, actually glowing. Elora's breath caught in the throat as she drank in the sight. She was hesitant to touch him because like the fabric in the merchant's stall in Minas Tirith, it looked to be cold. And his chest, the ridges of his stomach all looked to be sculpted from marble. Curiosity won her over and she lightly ran her fingers along the line of his strong shoulders, down his arms. She was pleasantly surprised to find he was not cold, not carved from ice, but warm and real.
She was unable to tear her eyes away as she watched hands explored the expanse of his torso. She was lost in the smoothness. Her thumbs encircled his nipples, gently pressing against them. She heard Legolas sigh his approval and that encouraged her. Stepping closer she covered one hardening nub with her mouth, teasing it with her tongue. His sigh turned to a moan and his fingers wove into her hair, drawing her closer to him. Elora's mouth glided along his skin, kissing, licking, tasting him. He was more potent then Elven wine, sweeter then honey, softer then silk.
Legolas's hands grasped her bottom, pushing her against his growing arousal. Elora gasped at the hardness she felt against her belly. She shivered to think what power was still concealed beneath his breaches. She guided him to the bed and bade him to sit. She raised his leg and tried to pull of his boot. It wouldn't budge. Frustration began to set in as she turned his leg to get a better look at how it was fastened.
"Do you need me to show you?" he asked, cheekily.
Her head shot up, displeasure clearly evident on her face. "I think I am perfectly capable of taking a boot off," she grunted before returning to her investigation. She tried a different tactic and turned her back to him, straddling his leg. "A-ha!" she cried triumphantly seeing the solution.
She undid the bootstraps and pulled the boot from his leg. She moved to the other leg, straddling it as she had the first. As she worked the strips that held the boot together, she suddenly stopped. The way she was positioned offered him a sumptuous view of her bottom and he was taking advantage of that. His hands had worked their way beneath her shift, caressing the round flesh, gliding over her hips and up to cup both her breasts. The heat of his hands on her body was overpowering and she straightened up slightly to lean against his chest.
"Never before have I desired to touch a woman as I do you," he whispered in her ear. "I have done nothing but think of you from the first moment I saw you." His fingers rolled her erect nipples, causing Elora to sob and grind herself against his hip. "Come, I shall show you the Elven way of joining. It is slow," one hand dropped to her waist, "and it is passionate." Fingers slid between her legs, coaxing them further apart. "By morning, our bodies will sing together." Elora gasped as his slipped into the wet folds at the juncture of her legs. "By the Valar," he groaned, "you are driving me mad, Elora!"
Elora smiled wickedly, throwing the second boot to the floor and turning her head to engage Legolas in a fiery kiss. He withdrew his fingers from her heat and they stood. She quickly untied the fastenings of his breeches, pushing them from his hips. It was her turn to slide her hands down and squeeze his bottom. The muscles were firm, something she greatly admired in males. Laugher rumbled in his chest as he drew her in for another kiss. She continued to work the fabric down his legs until he was free.
Stepping back she was at last able to see what had been hidden, what she had fantasized about from their first meeting. He wasn't big, well at least not the biggest she had encountered, but he was well proportioned. His member stood before him, sleek and proud. She decided he was the most beautiful male she'd ever seen. Grasping the hem of the shift, she pulled it over her head and let it fall to the ground. She looked up at him and found him assessing her as she had just done to him. When his met her eyes at last Elora was struck by the desire she saw there. Those eyes were burning with blue fire.
A hand came forward to capture a breast the other to pull her to him, his arousal pressing into the softness of her belly. They collapsed onto the waiting bed, Legolas rolling Elora beneath him. His hands roamed her body, his mouth seared her skin. He was particularly taken with her chest, lavishing it will much attention. It was sweet torture the way he sucked on her aching nipples. He moved down her body to her abdomen. He caressed the gentle roundness, placing a sweet kiss at the spot where she had been joined with her mother. He raised his head to look at her and they exchanged a smile.
Reaching down, Elora pushed the hair back from his face. "Is this part of Elven mating?"
"I have not even begun to show you all that is involved in Elven mating," he teased. "That will take years."
Elora laughed. "Such a braggart," she said. "Well in that case, perhaps we should start."
She sat up and pushed Legolas onto his back. She imitated what he had done to her: caressing, kissing, touching. Her hand wandered down his body and rested on his thigh. Elora watched his eyes close in anticipation. Reaching out, she enclosed him in her fingers. He was as hard as granite and as hot as a blacksmith's forge. He twitched uncontrollably as she stroked him. The hand at her back began to glide up and down in tempo with hers. His eyes were still closed when she took him into her mouth. With a cry he looked at her finally, but then his head fell back into the mattress, sighs escaping from his lips. She smiled to herself and continued.
She was lost in the taste of him, the feel of his flesh against her tongue. She was unaware of his calling out to her until his hands gently removed her head from him.
"Elora, I do not wish to spend my passion this way," he said, his eyes dark with desire. "Please rwalaer (lusty one), let us be one at last."
She nodded her understanding and sat astride his thighs. He lay before her, a god of marble. Of their own accord her hands ran along the ridge of his hips. Taking his throbbing shaft in her hand, she positioned herself above him. His hands came to her hips and together welcomed him into her body. They both gasped in surprise at the sensations their joining caused. He was thicker then she first thought and her womb shuddered to accommodate him. Shifting her weight, she moved to allow him deeper access. When he could go no further, when their hips were pressed together, she began to move.
Never before had Elora experienced the intensity of lovemaking as she was at that moment. They moved as one, one giving, the other taking. She leaned over him, her hair spilling forward, a curtain shielding them from the outside world. He reached up, pulling her body to him. A moan escaped her lips at the feel of her skin pressed to his. His hands kneaded her buttocks, grinding their sexes together.
They sat up, Elora now sitting on Legolas's lap. He was able then to take a breast into his mouth, sucking vigorously in time with their movements. Elora noted how his skin, while hot to the touch, showed none of the tell- tale signs of arousal, as hers did. She knew her entire body was pink with desire and the night air softly wafted over the sweet sweat that cooled her. But if his skin was no clue as to his emotion, his words and movements were. For he began to murmur in Elvish, gently at first then his words became more intense as his hips bucked against her severely. He stopped for a moment and looked at Elora.
"I am sorry," he whispered. Elora's brow furrowed in confusion. "I must.I must."
"What?" she asked, worried something was amiss.
He kissed her passionately before spinning her around and pinning her to the bed. "I cannot wait any longer!" he groaned.
He took one of her legs and rested it on his shoulder, the other he wrapped around his waist. Elora's eyes went wide in shock as her body convulsed. No man had ever been this deep inside her. Her hands were shaking as she placed them on his shoulders. The first few times he moved within her were somewhat painful. Her breaths were heavy as her body adjusted to accommodate him. Soon the discomfort passed and she was once again lost in the rhythm of their union.
He began to whisper in Elvish to her again. His voice washed over her in waves, the words spurring him on. She reached her arms up over her head, using the heavy wooden headboard to push against him. He cried out her name, encouraging her to continue what she was doing. His body pounded into hers, but they were a perfect balance of his hardness versus her softness. When his fingers once again slipped into the folds of her heat, Elora's back arched so high, she thought she'd come right off the bed. She called to him, begging for release. A fleeting thought of how long elves take to orgasm passed through her brain, but she was too far-gone to care at that point, her own hit her with the force of a hurricane.
Her entire body shook. She reached out for Legolas, fearing she would be swept away in the tide. Just as it crested, he found his release. He actually thickened as he came, his cock growing within her, stretching the walls of her womb even further. Her eyes rolled back into her head.
"I can feel you," she whispered. "Oh Legolas I can feel you."
Legolas moaned as he emptied himself inside her. His seed was lava running through her belly. At last Elora saw his skin glisten in the candlelight, the sheen of perspiration on his forehead. She ran her hands along his chest, feeling the dampness and reveling in the fact that she had caused it. When the tremors had finally diminished, he collapsed into her arms. She marveled at the fact he was still pulsing within her. Smiling, she concluded she would never be able to lie with a man, not after this night.
"Your garden is well tended," he said at last, breaking her revelry. "There is much love and care here."
Elora smiled, tugging at a leaf that hung from a low branch. "That is my sister-in-law's doing. What she lacks in housekeeping skills, she more then excels with here in the garden."
"She has the gift to make things grow strong," he commented, looking about at the many trees and bushes. "The orchards will be ready soon for harvesting, about the time they return from Minas Tirith, I imagine. Would it be that I could be here to participate."
"I know, Legolas," Elora said with her head bowed.
"My desire is to stay Elora, stay with you," he took her hands in his. "But my duty is fulfilled and the King expects my immediate return."
"I wish that it were enough," she sighed, "enough to simply have met you and to have spent what little time we have together." She looked at him with soulful eyes. "But it is not enough! Surely Elves can stop time, can't they?"
Legolas chuckled lightly, placing his palm on her pale cheek. "Were that it could be that way, my lady."
"Then give me tonight," she said, leaning into his touch. "Let me show you my gratitude for all you have done for us.for me."
His smile quickened her heart.
Chapter 6
As she pulled the light robe over her shoulders, she felt his eyes on her from the doorway. She looked and saw him leaning against the dark wood of the frame, a beacon of white light, guiding all home. They said nothing for a few minutes, just drinking in the sight of each other. A noise from somewhere in the house roused Elora and she crossed the room.
"Perhaps you should come in," she said, holding her hand out to him.
He willingly accepted, allowing her to draw him further into the room. She closed the door quietly and turned to him. A smile graced her lips to see him standing in her chamber, seeming immediately familiar among her things. It was as if he was an intrinsic part of her life all along and had just been away. He cocked his head to the side, watching her.
"Mortals are a curious race," he began. "Everything that you feel, every thought in your heads, it shows on your faces. So much like children you are in that respect."
"We should be more guarded, more reserved, like Elves?" she returned. She came closer to him and reached up to gently caress the tip of one of his ears. His reaction to her touch was immediate and unexpected. He acted very much like her father's cat when she's scratched beneath her chin. "Seems to me Elves are not as controlled as you say they are," she teased, applying a little more pressure to her fingers.
His answer was to sweep her into his arms and crush her mouth with his. Elora's head swam from the aroma that surrounded him, the heat of his lips, the sweet taste of his tongue as it danced with hers. She clung to him, feeling the tight muscles of his arms. A shiver of anticipation passed through her when he pressed his lips into the soft flesh of her throat.
"Just as I suspected," Legolas whispered. "Your skin tastes of summer berries."
Elora's knees shook uncontrollably as he found a particularly sensitive spot and rubbed it with his nose. "And yours of .of." she paused, and urged him to stand straight before her. She licked her lips before assaulting his throat. "Yours tastes of the forest after a spring rain," she concluded with a grin, Legolas laughing.
"You are a marvel," he sighed, holding her tightly to him.
No more then you, my beautiful Prince, she thought. She felt his warm hands working their way under her robe, loosening it from her body until it fell the floor. She was clad only in her thin night shift. His gaze caused goose bumps to prickle her skin. Looking down at herself she saw how the light from the candles made the shift nearly invisible. He could see every inch of her body. Instead of being mortified she was enflamed and she threw herself once again into his embrace.
Their kisses became fiercer in intensity. The cool air tickled her legs as the gown rode up under his insistent hands. Her fingers worked to undo the belt that encircled his narrow waist. She had no time to admire the artisanship as his teeth were gently, distractingly, nibbling at her earlobe. Closing her eyes, she sighed contently, allowing herself a moment to enjoy what he was doing. Trembling hands dropped the belt to the floor and then glided up his chest to his shoulders. The material of his tunic was softer then anything she'd felt before. But she was more interested in what lay beneath.
With renewed vigor she unclasped the stays of the shirt, revealing inch by inch the palest, most luminescent skin she'd ever seen. Easing the garment from his body, it slid to the ground with a soft hiss. He stood before her then, naked to the waist, glowing, actually glowing. Elora's breath caught in the throat as she drank in the sight. She was hesitant to touch him because like the fabric in the merchant's stall in Minas Tirith, it looked to be cold. And his chest, the ridges of his stomach all looked to be sculpted from marble. Curiosity won her over and she lightly ran her fingers along the line of his strong shoulders, down his arms. She was pleasantly surprised to find he was not cold, not carved from ice, but warm and real.
She was unable to tear her eyes away as she watched hands explored the expanse of his torso. She was lost in the smoothness. Her thumbs encircled his nipples, gently pressing against them. She heard Legolas sigh his approval and that encouraged her. Stepping closer she covered one hardening nub with her mouth, teasing it with her tongue. His sigh turned to a moan and his fingers wove into her hair, drawing her closer to him. Elora's mouth glided along his skin, kissing, licking, tasting him. He was more potent then Elven wine, sweeter then honey, softer then silk.
Legolas's hands grasped her bottom, pushing her against his growing arousal. Elora gasped at the hardness she felt against her belly. She shivered to think what power was still concealed beneath his breaches. She guided him to the bed and bade him to sit. She raised his leg and tried to pull of his boot. It wouldn't budge. Frustration began to set in as she turned his leg to get a better look at how it was fastened.
"Do you need me to show you?" he asked, cheekily.
Her head shot up, displeasure clearly evident on her face. "I think I am perfectly capable of taking a boot off," she grunted before returning to her investigation. She tried a different tactic and turned her back to him, straddling his leg. "A-ha!" she cried triumphantly seeing the solution.
She undid the bootstraps and pulled the boot from his leg. She moved to the other leg, straddling it as she had the first. As she worked the strips that held the boot together, she suddenly stopped. The way she was positioned offered him a sumptuous view of her bottom and he was taking advantage of that. His hands had worked their way beneath her shift, caressing the round flesh, gliding over her hips and up to cup both her breasts. The heat of his hands on her body was overpowering and she straightened up slightly to lean against his chest.
"Never before have I desired to touch a woman as I do you," he whispered in her ear. "I have done nothing but think of you from the first moment I saw you." His fingers rolled her erect nipples, causing Elora to sob and grind herself against his hip. "Come, I shall show you the Elven way of joining. It is slow," one hand dropped to her waist, "and it is passionate." Fingers slid between her legs, coaxing them further apart. "By morning, our bodies will sing together." Elora gasped as his slipped into the wet folds at the juncture of her legs. "By the Valar," he groaned, "you are driving me mad, Elora!"
Elora smiled wickedly, throwing the second boot to the floor and turning her head to engage Legolas in a fiery kiss. He withdrew his fingers from her heat and they stood. She quickly untied the fastenings of his breeches, pushing them from his hips. It was her turn to slide her hands down and squeeze his bottom. The muscles were firm, something she greatly admired in males. Laugher rumbled in his chest as he drew her in for another kiss. She continued to work the fabric down his legs until he was free.
Stepping back she was at last able to see what had been hidden, what she had fantasized about from their first meeting. He wasn't big, well at least not the biggest she had encountered, but he was well proportioned. His member stood before him, sleek and proud. She decided he was the most beautiful male she'd ever seen. Grasping the hem of the shift, she pulled it over her head and let it fall to the ground. She looked up at him and found him assessing her as she had just done to him. When his met her eyes at last Elora was struck by the desire she saw there. Those eyes were burning with blue fire.
A hand came forward to capture a breast the other to pull her to him, his arousal pressing into the softness of her belly. They collapsed onto the waiting bed, Legolas rolling Elora beneath him. His hands roamed her body, his mouth seared her skin. He was particularly taken with her chest, lavishing it will much attention. It was sweet torture the way he sucked on her aching nipples. He moved down her body to her abdomen. He caressed the gentle roundness, placing a sweet kiss at the spot where she had been joined with her mother. He raised his head to look at her and they exchanged a smile.
Reaching down, Elora pushed the hair back from his face. "Is this part of Elven mating?"
"I have not even begun to show you all that is involved in Elven mating," he teased. "That will take years."
Elora laughed. "Such a braggart," she said. "Well in that case, perhaps we should start."
She sat up and pushed Legolas onto his back. She imitated what he had done to her: caressing, kissing, touching. Her hand wandered down his body and rested on his thigh. Elora watched his eyes close in anticipation. Reaching out, she enclosed him in her fingers. He was as hard as granite and as hot as a blacksmith's forge. He twitched uncontrollably as she stroked him. The hand at her back began to glide up and down in tempo with hers. His eyes were still closed when she took him into her mouth. With a cry he looked at her finally, but then his head fell back into the mattress, sighs escaping from his lips. She smiled to herself and continued.
She was lost in the taste of him, the feel of his flesh against her tongue. She was unaware of his calling out to her until his hands gently removed her head from him.
"Elora, I do not wish to spend my passion this way," he said, his eyes dark with desire. "Please rwalaer (lusty one), let us be one at last."
She nodded her understanding and sat astride his thighs. He lay before her, a god of marble. Of their own accord her hands ran along the ridge of his hips. Taking his throbbing shaft in her hand, she positioned herself above him. His hands came to her hips and together welcomed him into her body. They both gasped in surprise at the sensations their joining caused. He was thicker then she first thought and her womb shuddered to accommodate him. Shifting her weight, she moved to allow him deeper access. When he could go no further, when their hips were pressed together, she began to move.
Never before had Elora experienced the intensity of lovemaking as she was at that moment. They moved as one, one giving, the other taking. She leaned over him, her hair spilling forward, a curtain shielding them from the outside world. He reached up, pulling her body to him. A moan escaped her lips at the feel of her skin pressed to his. His hands kneaded her buttocks, grinding their sexes together.
They sat up, Elora now sitting on Legolas's lap. He was able then to take a breast into his mouth, sucking vigorously in time with their movements. Elora noted how his skin, while hot to the touch, showed none of the tell- tale signs of arousal, as hers did. She knew her entire body was pink with desire and the night air softly wafted over the sweet sweat that cooled her. But if his skin was no clue as to his emotion, his words and movements were. For he began to murmur in Elvish, gently at first then his words became more intense as his hips bucked against her severely. He stopped for a moment and looked at Elora.
"I am sorry," he whispered. Elora's brow furrowed in confusion. "I must.I must."
"What?" she asked, worried something was amiss.
He kissed her passionately before spinning her around and pinning her to the bed. "I cannot wait any longer!" he groaned.
He took one of her legs and rested it on his shoulder, the other he wrapped around his waist. Elora's eyes went wide in shock as her body convulsed. No man had ever been this deep inside her. Her hands were shaking as she placed them on his shoulders. The first few times he moved within her were somewhat painful. Her breaths were heavy as her body adjusted to accommodate him. Soon the discomfort passed and she was once again lost in the rhythm of their union.
He began to whisper in Elvish to her again. His voice washed over her in waves, the words spurring him on. She reached her arms up over her head, using the heavy wooden headboard to push against him. He cried out her name, encouraging her to continue what she was doing. His body pounded into hers, but they were a perfect balance of his hardness versus her softness. When his fingers once again slipped into the folds of her heat, Elora's back arched so high, she thought she'd come right off the bed. She called to him, begging for release. A fleeting thought of how long elves take to orgasm passed through her brain, but she was too far-gone to care at that point, her own hit her with the force of a hurricane.
Her entire body shook. She reached out for Legolas, fearing she would be swept away in the tide. Just as it crested, he found his release. He actually thickened as he came, his cock growing within her, stretching the walls of her womb even further. Her eyes rolled back into her head.
"I can feel you," she whispered. "Oh Legolas I can feel you."
Legolas moaned as he emptied himself inside her. His seed was lava running through her belly. At last Elora saw his skin glisten in the candlelight, the sheen of perspiration on his forehead. She ran her hands along his chest, feeling the dampness and reveling in the fact that she had caused it. When the tremors had finally diminished, he collapsed into her arms. She marveled at the fact he was still pulsing within her. Smiling, she concluded she would never be able to lie with a man, not after this night.