**Legolas**
I took her hand in mine, leading Narmo into my bedchamber. As we entered, I closed the door behind us. I took two glasses and a wine decanter from the fireplace mantle, sitting down on my bed. She sat down beside me and smiled. I poured the some of the wine into the two glasses, and gave Narmo one of the twain.
"An halla loarim er' lissë meluva [To long years and sweet love]," I said to her.
She smiled sweetly and replied, "To you also, but I cannot dictate the quality of the love which I receive, only the quality of the love I give."
"Aye," I said, "but I can."
We both sipped the wine.
"That you can and will," she said. "Therefore, I am certain it shall be sweet."
I smiled and said, "Indeed, it shall be."
I leaned forward, slipping my arms around her, and kissed her wine-stained lips. The drink was sweeter on her tongue than from the glass. When I released Narmo from the kiss, she smiled.
Narmo was a beautiful elfin maiden of roughly my same age. Her fine features and porcelain skin were radiant on the pale moonlight and soft glow of candles. She had an elegant figure and long, mahogany hair that flowed down her back, stopping half way down. Her eyes were gorgeous in a natural way. They were a beautiful grey-blue like morning mist with rings of green-gold on the inside. She was also brilliant, wise, and a very skilled warrioress. Truly, Narmo was the most enchanting and glorious creature I had ever met.
"That was sweet beyond compare," she said.
I took off my shirt and lay down on the bed. She lay down beside me.
"Then this will be also," I replied, kissing her soft lips again.
Narmo pulled away gently and smiled. She put two fingers against my lips, giving me her wine goblet.
"One moment," she said. "I think it only fair."
Narmo turned her back to me and I saw her unhook the clasps on her tunic. She slowly took it off and let it slip to the floor. I was staring at her naked back, my heart racing. She gracefully turned around, and sliding across the bed, laid down on my body. I could feel her bare breasts against my own naked chest.
I gently touched her cheek and she smiled.
"I don't think that is fair for me," I said. "Temptation is a cruel thing."
"Aye," she replied, "but does it please you?"
"Beyond description," I answered.
"Continue then," Narmo said.
My heart was beating more furiously than ever, even when I had been in any battle.
"Where was I?" I asked her, smiling.
"Here, I believe," she said, putting her arms around my neck and meeting my smile with her own.
I slipped my arms around her waist.
**Narmo**
I ran my fingers through his gorgeous, wavy locks that shone like gold in the candlelight. All I was aware of was Legolas' arms around my waist. The only thing that I could feel was the smooth, pulsing rhythm of his kiss. I melted in his arms as our tongues touched and locked. Legolas began gently caressing my back.
**Legolas**
I gently explored Narmo's soft skin. She pulled away from my lips and moaned in delight.
**Narmo**
I heard someone pass in the hall and I woke up. It had only been a dream. I sighed in disbelief. It had seemed so real, but that which you desire often does. I felt horrid for thinking of such a wonderful man and long friend as Legolas in an intimate way, but no matter how I tried, I could not hold back my feelings.
**Legolas**
I woke up and went to my balcony door. How could I desire Narmo so much that she haunted my dreams, when we were nothing but best friends? I felt wretched for my want, but I couldn't control it. I could never tell her. It would destroy our relationship if she knew. We could not be lovers because I knew that Narmo did not share my desire, but we could be the closest of friends and I was content to be just near her, knowing that my affection would never come to fruition.
**Narmo**
I heard Legolas open his balcony doors. He was also awake. I found it odd that we should both be sleepless at such an hour. I crawled out of bed and slipped on a pair of pants and a shirt. Tying my delicate leather boots, I walked to the dresser and picked up my silver flute. I tucked it into my pocket and knocked on Legolas' door. He opened the door and looked shocked to find that I was also awake.
"Would you join me in a midnight walk?" I asked him.
I took her hand in mine, leading Narmo into my bedchamber. As we entered, I closed the door behind us. I took two glasses and a wine decanter from the fireplace mantle, sitting down on my bed. She sat down beside me and smiled. I poured the some of the wine into the two glasses, and gave Narmo one of the twain.
"An halla loarim er' lissë meluva [To long years and sweet love]," I said to her.
She smiled sweetly and replied, "To you also, but I cannot dictate the quality of the love which I receive, only the quality of the love I give."
"Aye," I said, "but I can."
We both sipped the wine.
"That you can and will," she said. "Therefore, I am certain it shall be sweet."
I smiled and said, "Indeed, it shall be."
I leaned forward, slipping my arms around her, and kissed her wine-stained lips. The drink was sweeter on her tongue than from the glass. When I released Narmo from the kiss, she smiled.
Narmo was a beautiful elfin maiden of roughly my same age. Her fine features and porcelain skin were radiant on the pale moonlight and soft glow of candles. She had an elegant figure and long, mahogany hair that flowed down her back, stopping half way down. Her eyes were gorgeous in a natural way. They were a beautiful grey-blue like morning mist with rings of green-gold on the inside. She was also brilliant, wise, and a very skilled warrioress. Truly, Narmo was the most enchanting and glorious creature I had ever met.
"That was sweet beyond compare," she said.
I took off my shirt and lay down on the bed. She lay down beside me.
"Then this will be also," I replied, kissing her soft lips again.
Narmo pulled away gently and smiled. She put two fingers against my lips, giving me her wine goblet.
"One moment," she said. "I think it only fair."
Narmo turned her back to me and I saw her unhook the clasps on her tunic. She slowly took it off and let it slip to the floor. I was staring at her naked back, my heart racing. She gracefully turned around, and sliding across the bed, laid down on my body. I could feel her bare breasts against my own naked chest.
I gently touched her cheek and she smiled.
"I don't think that is fair for me," I said. "Temptation is a cruel thing."
"Aye," she replied, "but does it please you?"
"Beyond description," I answered.
"Continue then," Narmo said.
My heart was beating more furiously than ever, even when I had been in any battle.
"Where was I?" I asked her, smiling.
"Here, I believe," she said, putting her arms around my neck and meeting my smile with her own.
I slipped my arms around her waist.
**Narmo**
I ran my fingers through his gorgeous, wavy locks that shone like gold in the candlelight. All I was aware of was Legolas' arms around my waist. The only thing that I could feel was the smooth, pulsing rhythm of his kiss. I melted in his arms as our tongues touched and locked. Legolas began gently caressing my back.
**Legolas**
I gently explored Narmo's soft skin. She pulled away from my lips and moaned in delight.
**Narmo**
I heard someone pass in the hall and I woke up. It had only been a dream. I sighed in disbelief. It had seemed so real, but that which you desire often does. I felt horrid for thinking of such a wonderful man and long friend as Legolas in an intimate way, but no matter how I tried, I could not hold back my feelings.
**Legolas**
I woke up and went to my balcony door. How could I desire Narmo so much that she haunted my dreams, when we were nothing but best friends? I felt wretched for my want, but I couldn't control it. I could never tell her. It would destroy our relationship if she knew. We could not be lovers because I knew that Narmo did not share my desire, but we could be the closest of friends and I was content to be just near her, knowing that my affection would never come to fruition.
**Narmo**
I heard Legolas open his balcony doors. He was also awake. I found it odd that we should both be sleepless at such an hour. I crawled out of bed and slipped on a pair of pants and a shirt. Tying my delicate leather boots, I walked to the dresser and picked up my silver flute. I tucked it into my pocket and knocked on Legolas' door. He opened the door and looked shocked to find that I was also awake.
"Would you join me in a midnight walk?" I asked him.