* Disclaimer: J.R.R. Tolkein owns LOTR and all the people, places, and events contained therein. I own Amariell, her family, some of Legolas's friends, and all the events that I made up and/or puttered with. Isn't that a funny word, puttered? Anyway, god bless you J.R.R. for having a fabulous imagination and a good publisher. This fic would not have been possible to think up without your LOTR to get my hamster wheel a turnin'.
Culmination
Amariell and Legolas rode to the palace in silence. Amariell clung tightly to her love's hips as his white steed shot through the woods. She rested her head on his back and shut her eyes tight. For some reason, Amariell had never gotten used to riding a horse. She to feed them when she was little, but she never cared much for riding them. Perhaps it was the bouncy ride, or the speed. Whatever it was, Amariell couldn't wait to get off this horse. Finally, Amariell felt the steed slow its pace and she opened her eyes to see the palace, large and beautiful looming before her. Legolas took them to the stables in the back of the palace where he dismounted, then helped Amariell. He put his steed away, slipping the more than grateful horse a few sugar lumps. Hand in hand, he and Amariell walked to the palace and made their way to Legolas's chambers.
When they arrived at his chambers, Amariell stopped short at the door and marveled at the intricate detailing on them. For whatever reason, she had not noticed them the first time around. The only time she had ever seen Legolas's chambers was the night she met him and he took her to his room so that she could write a letter to Allon. Now Amariell took a closer look as she stood before the massive doors. They were bigger than any door she had in her house and the detailing, which was gold and silver, stretched from the bottom to the top of each door. Up close, one might have a hard time figuring out the pattern, but Amariell could tell the gold and silver swirls and lines made up a large tree, with many tiny leaves. Amariell shook her head as she stared in awe at the craftsmanship.
"It's so beautiful. Everything in this palace is so beautiful."
Legolas smiled and kissed her neck lightly. He reached his hand around in front of her and opened the doors to his room. "I'm surprised you did not notice it before."
Amariell shrugged. "I was too busy thinking about Allon. That was the last, and only time, I was in your chambers." Again, Legolas smiled as he followed his love inside. Amariell looked around, remembering some of the furnishings from before, but also seeing things she hadn't noticed. Across the room was the desk she used while writing her brother. What Amariell hadn't noticed were the dressers and chairs, whose detailing matched that of the doors. Another door with the same large tree and tiny leaves etched into it was to her right.
"What's in there?" Amariell inquired, a bit confused as to why she hadn't noticed all these things before.
Legolas shut the doors and came up to stand behind Amariell. "That is where I bathe." He answered simply.
Amariell nodded, suddenly tired. She turned around to look for the huge canopy bed she had spied the last time she was there. It seemed to be the only other piece of furniture she remembered, besides the desk. Turning back to Legoals, she smiled and went over to it. Legolas watched, not sure what to do or say, as Amariell drew the drapes aside and flopped down on his bed. She cried out softly as she immediately sank several inches into the mattress.
Legolas laughed and walked over to the bed. He sat down and Amariell noticed, with amusement, that the elf only made a dent of about an inch. "Comfy is it not?"
Amariell struggled to sit up, finally getting help from the elf. She rested her back against the mass of pillows behind her and smiled. "Yes, very much so. It's so.....fluffy."
Again, Legolas laughed and touched her cheek. "Then it is where you shall sleep tonight, my dearest."
Amariell raised her eyebrow. "Where are you going to sleep?"
"On the chair over there." Legolas responded and grabbed a pillow next to Amariell. He pointed to the chair nearest the desk, the farthest chair from the bed.
As Legolas moved to get up, Amariell placed her hand on his and slid it up towards his elbow. "Don't." Was all she said, but the tone of her voice froze Legolas in his place. He met her eyes and was surprised to see the barrage of emotions that passed over them.
Slowly, Amariell brought her other hand to his arm and pulled him toward her. "Please, Legolas, it's silly for you to sleep on the chair. This is a big bed, we can share." The last part of her sentence she said in almost a whisper. She leaned in closer and gently brushed her lips against his.
Legolas closed his eyes and marveled at how wonderful Amariell smelled. It was a very earthy scent, like sweet summer grass and rich dirt. One could not imagine how lovely the scents smelled when mixed together. Slowly, Legolas pushed against her lips, deepening the kiss. Amariell responded by opening her mouth slightly and sticking the tip of her tongue out to lick his upper lip. Legolas shuddered. He gently took hold of her arms and pushed her away from him. It took every ounce of strength he had in his body to do so, but he didn't want to rush things. Legolas noted the look of passion mixed with confusion on Amariell's face as he gazed at her.
"Amariell, I do not want you to think this is why I brought you to my chambers. I do not want you to feel obligated to do anything you don't want to."
Amariell shook her head and placed a warm hand on Legolas's cheek. "My love, I know that is not why I am here. Believe me, I'm not doing anything I don't want to."
When Legolas looked away, she sighed and scrubbed her hand over her face. "Legolas," She began and her voice was a mixture of need and agitation. "I love you and I do not feel obligated to do anything. Look, we have been together for a while now and......." She trailed off.
Legolas turned back to her after a few seconds, when she did not finish. "And?" He prompted.
Amariell looked him fully in the eyes and made no attempt to hide the desire she felt within her. Her voice was thick as she spoke, at almost a whisper. "And I want you to bed me."
Legolas did not respond with words. Instead he nodded and gathered Amariell in his arms. He kissed her, gently at first, then more fiercely. Amariell leaned into him, wrapping her arms around his back and tangling her hands in his long, blonde hair. Legolas reached up and undid his love's hair. He spread it out over her shoulders and intertwined his long fingers in the soft curls. His desire for her grew with each passing moment as the two simply kissed. Amariell moaned softly into Legolas's mouth, which caused the fire that was already burning in his loins to get hotter. Legolas broke the kiss and moved his mouth down to Amariell's throat. He placed kisses all over her neck and throat until she was moaning so heavily he thought he might be hurting her.
He stopped and leveled a concerned gaze at her. "Are you all right, meleth nin?"
Amariell, whose eyes had been closed in pleasure, opened them and nodded. "Yes, I am more than all right. I have never felt these sensations before. Please Legolas, do not stop."
The foreplay went on for another half hour of so as each lover got to know the other's body. Amariell gasped and sighed, each new sensation better than the last. Legolas could not help but smile at the pleasure he was giving Amariell. He loved the way her face contorted in ecstasy as he kissed from the base of her throat to her eyelids.
Finally, the two lovers were completely naked. Legolas simply stared at Amariell when she faced him after throwing her tunic off to the bed.
A little startled by his look, Amariell's brow furrowed. "What is it?" She asked, suddenly feeling a little self conscious.
Seeming to snap out of whatever state he was just in, Legolas smiled lovingly and shook his head. "Nothing, my love. I am simply in awe of your beauty, that is all."
Amariell melted. She smiled brightly and wrapped her arms around Legolas's neck. "Oh Legolas, I love you so much."
"And I you, meleth nin." He kissed her neck, just below her ear. Returning his attention to her lips, he carefully lowered Amariell's back to the bed. Amariell smiled up at the elf as he lowered himself onto her, tracing his jawbone with her finger.
Kissing her cheek, Legolas whispered, "This is going to feel a little strange, Amariell. It may even hurt at first, but I assure you the pain will subside. You may even bleed a little."
At the mention of blood, Amariell turned pale and gasped. "Blood? What are you going to do to me?" Her voice was a concerned, high pitched whisper.
Despite himself, Legolas laughed. "Oh no, my sweet. I'm not going to do anything horrible to you. It's natural that it will hurt your first time, it's like that for all maidens. I just wanted to let you know, so you wouldn't be frightened."
Amariell still looked worried. "Did it hurt your first time?"
Again, Legolas laughed. "No. It is different for my gender. It does not hurt us our first time, not like it does maidens. Amariell, I promise you the pain will only last for a few seconds. If you want to stop, we will."
Amariell shook her head. "No, no I do not want to stop. I...it's just that I have never experienced this before. I trust you, Legolas. I know you would not do anything to hurt me."
Legolas smiled down at her and kissed her forehead. "I could never hurt you, my dear Amariell. The pleasure will far exceed the pain, I promise."
Legolas returned his mouth to Amariell's. The two simply kissed, albeit some of the most passionate kissing Legolas had ever engaged in. "This is where it's going to hurt a little, my love. I promise the pain will be brief, but I just want to forewarn you."
Amariell smiled and stroked Legolas's cheek. "I understand."
A few minutes later, the two lover's shook together at the culmination of their first union.
Eventually, their bodies quieted, as did their cries of pleasure. Legolas pulled himself off Amariell and collapsed to the side of her. She immediately turned to meet him and planted a long, loving kiss on his moist lips. Their bodies glistened with sweat and their hair was disheveled and damp. Amariell pulled away and rested her head on Legolas's chest.
"I love you, Legolas." She said, softly, kissing his damp skin.
"And I love you, Amariell."
Exhausted and ready for bed, Legolas sat up and pulled his love up with him. He kissed her forehead, then turned, and pulled back the covers. Amariell slid under them and waited until Legolas was under them as well before lying down. Legolas wrapped his arms around his love and pulled her in close to him. Amariell breathed a contented sigh, then placed her head back on his chest. Nothing more was said as the two drifted off into one of the most pleasant nights of sleep either had known in a long time.
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