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A/N: I'm glad you all liked that last chapter; I thought it sucked, but that's just me. I'm thinking of re-vamping it.
~*~*~*~*~Chapter Six~*~*~*~*~
Legolas stayed in Aislin's chambers the rest of the night, her fear too great to allow her rest alone. It wasn't a peaceful sleep, she turning in his arms several times, so he only allowed himself rest in reverie. He hadn't even bothered to change, she not wanting to be alone for a moment and too shy to sit with him in his room while he changed. She wouldn't share with him what her dream had been about, and he wouldn't pry, preferring to wait until she was ready. He had also kept quiet about what he had learned regarding Romandir; afraid it would make her draw further into herself. When she woke up she seemed surprised to see him still there, his arms still wrapped about her as they were when she had fallen asleep. He said nothing, merely smiled his good morning to her, kissed her forehead and tightened his arms around her when she turned and snuggled into his chest.
Both were near to falling asleep when the door swung open and Thranduil walked in with a couple of servants behind him, thinking the lady had been awake and decent. He was shocked to not only see her in bed, but in bed with his son. Both sat up in a hurry.
"Aislin was having bad visions," Legolas began, the hint of a blush in his cheeks. "I merely stayed to ensure she slept well."
Thranduil nodded politely, yet a knowing glint was in his eye. "I see. And, did the lady sleep well the rest of the night?"
Aislin nodded softly, smiling and also blushing. Thranduil turned to his servants and beckoned them out with a wave of his hand, and turned back towards the pair.
"Very well, then I will leave you two to yourselves. I shall have breakfast sent up, as the morning meal has passed and I expect you two are quite hungry. Perhaps, if circumstances allow, you will be ready to join me for the afternoon meal."
He smiled and bowed slightly to them, clearly trying to hide his knowing smile as he exited the room. Legolas began chuckling and shaking his head, while Aislin collapsed back onto the bed, her hands covering her face. He turned to her.
"Are you okay?" he asked between chuckles.
~I don't think I have ever been that embarrassed in my entire life,~ she answered, her eyes still covered. Her answer sent him into another set of chuckles.
"Do you think circumstances will allow us to attend the afternoon meal?"
She grabbed a pillow and swung it at him in response, catching his shoulder as he tried to dodge the blow laughing. He climbed off the bed and walked toward her door.
"I will leave you to yourself then, so that you may bathe and dress in privacy," a sly smile crept across his lips. "Unless of course you would like me to join you? To ensure that no one else intrudes on you."
Again her answer came in the form of a pillow, this time thrown towards the door. He laughed again, louder and not caring who saw or heard.
"Very well, I will see you in an hour." He disappeared through her doorway, then peeked back in. "And I will join you in whatever it is you're doing, regardless of what it is."
With an arrogant, yet playful smile on his lips, he left closing the door behind him, leaving Aislin to herself.
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She was bathed and dressed in an hour, sitting on a stool brushing her hair. Her thoughts were elsewhere, and so she did not hear the door creak slightly as someone entered her room. She was not facing the mirror at the dressing table she sat at, and had she even glanced over at it she would have seen him enter and approach her. But he went unnoticed, and it wasn't until he eased the brush from her hand did she realize she wasn't alone in the room.
"Here, allow me to finish this," he replied softly, taking her hair in one hand and brushing it with the other. Her eyes immediately went to the mirror to see Legolas standing behind her, wearing an open green velvet robe and both the tunic and leggings he wore underneath were black. The brush was only taken through her hair twice more before he set it down and separated her hair, beginning to braid it the way he wished to. She remained still until his gentle hands, unmoving save for her eyes, which would glance into the mirror and catch his every once in awhile.
Not long after he had begun he finished, a few simple braids circling her head. Cautiously she fingered them, careful so as not to ruin them, as Legolas gazed on her reflection, quite pleased that she liked what he had done. She turned as if to sign her thanks, but her hands were grasped by his and she was pulled to her feet. Without word or explanation he led her out of her room and down the halls to what she guessed was Legolas' bedchambers and parlor. There breakfast sat, plentiful and waiting for them in the middle of the room. Smiling Legolas led her toward the table and sat her down, pouring her a glass of miruvor before seating himself down and pouring himself a glass. Aislin took a drink of her wine.
~Is there something you want, Legolas, or are you like this with every lady you bring to your room for breakfast?~
He chuckled, and picked up a slice of melon. "All I want is your company, which I have. What would make you think I would want something of you?"
~Your earlier behaviour, for one,~ she answered, taking a few pieces of fruit. Legolas smiled and shook his head.
"You do have a point, but I should tell you if I wanted something of you, you would already know it by now." He took a long drink from his own glass. "And to answer your question, no I am not like this with every lady I bring to my room for breakfast. In fact there have not been many brought here; only the ones I really like, and believe me there have not been many."
She rolled her eyes as she continued to eat. So he's a big tease, she mused to herself. He had best think twice if he thinks he'll get the better of me.
Legolas watched her carefully, her every movement, how her eyes trailed lazily around his room to drink in every last detail. He had never paid much attention to the décor these many hundreds of years, being exactly the same when he had fallen asleep as when he awoke, yet now he found himself seeing as if through her eyes. Every detail new, every tapestry a fascinating story, every crafted piece enjoyed. He watched her bring a strawberry to her lips and devour it, leaning back in her chair as if she were the only one in the room, her brilliant golden red hair so unlike anything he had ever seen brushing against her slender neck and shoulders. The flesh between his legs began to stir as his gaze lowered, watching her chest swell with every slow intake of breath. His friends in Court would think him foolish for wanting this, for wanting her, but it was all he could do to not get up at that moment and pull her into his bed. The story she had told a day ago came to the foremost of his thoughts and he knew that if he wished to go there with her, he would have to tread slowly and carefully, and at her pace.
Having made up his mind, Legolas set his glass down and stood up, walking to her and kneeling at her chair. She looked over at him suddenly, watching with clear puzzlement on her face as he took the wine glass from her and set it aside. Turning his gaze back up to hers, he reached a hand up to cup her face, brushing her cheeks with feather-like strokes before moving his hand farther and began to slowly comb his fingers through her free strands of hair over and over. There seemed the slightest trace of worry in her beautiful soft blue eyes, yet he remained as he was, kneeling in front of her and combing her hair with his fingers until he was sure that worry disappeared. Then his hand moved to cup the back of her neck and pull her down enough so that she met him halfway for a kiss.
It was soft, as he always kissed her so as not to alarm her with anything new, and she quickly eased into it, sliding forward just so in her chair and cupping his face in both her hands. She certainly wasn't expecting him to try this approach, but now that he had her like this she had to admit it was what she wanted. This wasn't teasing any longer; she knew his sincerity and she was seeing it now, and she knew he meant this affection.
He moaned quietly in delight and pulled her even closer to him without pulling her straight into his lap. Realizing he may have been too sudden he paused until he felt he could continue, upon which his free arm wrapped around her waist and the hand at her neck began to wander across the ties to her dress. She pulled back from him quite suddenly, still cupping his face but unable to meet his gaze, and no amount of nuzzling would make her look up.
"Aislin, please look at me," he whispered, upon which she complied. Her apology was in her eyes, and he smiled his reassurance.
"It's all right, beautiful one. Show me how far I may go and I promise to go only as far as you allow me. Right now I am yours; use me as you will."
Aislin took a deep breath before beginning to maneuver his hands around her. The one locked about her waist stayed almost as it was, though slightly lower, and the one cupping her neck was moved down to cup her thigh. This new position would put strain on her soon, so with her permission he lifted her from the chair to his lap and moved towards the doorway to his bedchambers just enough so that they were away from the table. Her arms were now wrapped around his neck, and the smile returned to her face in this new position. This was pleasing to him, which drove him to kiss her more deeply. The flesh began to ache more with her so close, his mind clouding ever so slightly as he fought to regain complete control over himself. But how he wanted to slide his hand under her skirts to her bare thigh, aiding her in becoming accustomed to the gentle touches and caresses he wanted to share with her and gaining back the trust to allow someone to get so intimately close to her.
She was trying to enjoy the way he touched her, using their gentleness and hesitation as reasons why this was different from the other times, but the memories were persistent. Behind her closed eyes she could not envision Legolas' soft hands touching her, but the rough lusty gestures of tormentors from her past. It was her hope that feeling his skin on hers, even if was just his hand on her leg, might snap her out of these memories, but it only drove them on faster. Frustrated she broke away again, looking down and angry with herself, and Legolas moved himself around to support her as she was before pleading with her to look up at him again, asking her what was wrong.
~The memories will not stop,~ she signed, on the verge of tears. ~I want something else to think of, and my memory only reaches for those ugly visions.~
Legolas moved his hands up to cup her face on either side, one leg supporting her back, and he brushed away the tears before they fell. She was asking for a diversion, and he would give it.
"Listen to me, Aislin - what I am about to do is going to feel very strange to your mortal being, but I need you to trust me for it to work."
She nodded eagerly, to which he in turn also nodded, and gently pressed his thumbs to her temples. He focused his eyes directly on hers.
"Do not look away from my eyes. Ever. If you must close them, close them, but if they open look only into my eyes. It might drive you mad if you don't. And concentrate on my voice; push all other noise out."
Again she nodded, and he brought their foreheads together but always locked his gaze with hers. He reminded her of yesterday, their first kiss under the tall oak, how she felt to him and how he must have felt to her. Later to the tree they climbed into, reminding her how securely he held her and how he could feel that she was without fear of falling. How he held her that night after her nightmare, how close he had always kept her. As she listened, she could feel all those things again as if re-living them, and her body relaxed with each gentle memory. Her eyes closed as well, and she began to see other things that had not yet happened. Images of her with Legolas, riding on a white stallion together with Nikita galloping beside them, huddled together in the library as she read and he just there to keep her company, every now and again playfully turning back a page he claimed he hadn't finished reading. And the one scene that stuck in her mind the most was the both of them in his bed, the jeweled coverlet tossed aside as both lay naked under the sheets, passing the night by making love to each other. Two of the three were thoughts that he was sharing with her somehow, but this last one made her question whether it was hers or his, or both. It stayed, and she was thankful for that.
Meanwhile Legolas had taken her lips again, sliding his hand under her skirts to cup her bare thigh, delighting in the shiver that passed through her. Her fingers went into his hair and grasped it, and he dared to open her mouth with his. She yielded, suddenly becoming aware of his actions yet still seeing the visions behind her eyes. Her body slid and pressed right up against his, enabling her to feel his arousal through the layers of clothing that separated them and wonder if she was truly ready for this. There was no way she could deny that she was feeling a desire as well, for even if she grew bold and allowed his hand to move where it would he would discover that desire between her own legs.
She shifted slightly causing him to moan again at the friction over his aching flesh, and his lips trailed wet kisses to her neck.
"I know you can feel the desire I have for you, but I will ask nothing of you that you are not willing to give," he began quietly into her ear. "Do you share this desire of mine?"
There was a deep breath before she nodded, and he pulled her face away just enough for him to look into it and read her eyes. "Are you absolutely certain?"
Aislin nodded again; she was certain. Nervous, but clearly certain. She truly hoped that her eyes spoke her thoughts, for when he had shared his with her all the love he felt for her came with them, and she finally had meaning to the way she had been feeling for him all this time. They shared the same feelings and now she wanted nothing more than to love and be loved by him, in this way and every way they could. His were a different people, of different ways and trusts, and she would give him this chance which would hopefully be the last one, because now she couldn't picture herself anywhere and with anyone other than him. All of her trust would be put in to him, and when he smiled broadly with tears shimmering in his eyes, she knew he understood.
Without further hesitation he stood with her in his arms and proceeded to his bedchamber. The jeweled coverlet covered the bed, so she aided him in pulling it off before he laid the both of them down on the silk sheets. Her hands went to his belt, but he grabbed them mid-way.
"No," he said gently, bordering a whisper. "This is our first time together like this. Let me do this."
Grateful that he had offered to take the lead, she allowed him to move her hands to his face and was lost in his kisses as he undressed and slid the both of them under the sheets.
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The time for the afternoon meal came about, and Thranduil allowed the meal to start without the presence of his son and Lady Aislin. Inquiries came at him from every direction during the entire meal, but he brushed them off gracefully. His son had chosen to eat in privacy, and that should be enough to satisfy. It wasn't, and the tables buzzed with gossip and reasons why the Prince had chosen to eat alone, if he was eating alone at all. Thranduil merely ate quietly, engaging in polite conversation when it was initiated and smiled into his wine glass so that none of his guests would see, knowing very well the reason why Legolas and Aislin weren't attending the meal.
Meanwhile in the Prince's bedchambers, Legolas lay back in his pillows. Aislin had fallen asleep in his arms, her body draped lazily on his. Her head rested on his heartbeat, her hair now free of its braids and splayed out over her back and some of his chest. Idly he let his hand comb through her hair and trace the curve of her back repeatedly, careful so as not to disturb her rest. There weren't many maidens he had been with who could still look so beautifully innocent in their release, yet to his eyes she had been. Maybe because it had been her first time with her consent, or because he had been so enamoured with her that everything about her was beautiful. He chose to remain here with her like this for the remainder of the afternoon, not having any incentive to get up and seeing her sleep so peacefully would have dashed it anyway. Softly he pressed his lips to her forehead, causing her to stir a bit, then allowed himself to slip into a light sleep once she stilled again.
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Aislin woke up in Legolas' arms some time later, not having any idea of what time it was, and found herself not caring. Legolas was asleep, or seemed to be asleep, so she kept her movements to a minimum so as not to wake him. She felt refreshed, truthfully - she had anticipated being sore and aching, though it would have been next to impossible since Legolas had been so gentle with her. She stretched carefully.
It can't get any better than this.
Aislin paused, her eyes wide open in bewilderment. A voice in her head, sounding so much like her mother's and yet retaining some element of originality.
Where is it coming from?
She sat up as much as Legolas' embrace would allow her to, and glanced around the room. No one was there, and she could hear no one in the adjoining room. Puzzled thoughts raced through her mind, then she began to realize that voice was speaking her train of thought. The voice was hers. Twenty years of silence and now she was finally blessed with some type of a voice. Why now of all times she couldn't understand, but who was she to complain? She finally had a voice!
It was impossible to contain her excitement; she had to show Legolas. Settling back down into his arms and waiting until she was absolutely sure he was asleep, she said his name.
Legolas stirred. A voice, a mysteriously smooth voice softly called his name in his mind. His eyes opened, but no one except Aislin was in the room with him. She was smiling with an excited look on her face, and though he returned the smile, he was puzzled.
"Aislin? What is it?"
Have a nice sleep, Legolas?
She watched with amusement as his eyes widened, sliding off of him to sit up when he did, looking at her with wonderment and disbelief.
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Ok that sounded like a really cheesy chapter to me, but a little cheese is good I suppose. Plz R/R as always!
A/N: I'm glad you all liked that last chapter; I thought it sucked, but that's just me. I'm thinking of re-vamping it.
~*~*~*~*~Chapter Six~*~*~*~*~
Legolas stayed in Aislin's chambers the rest of the night, her fear too great to allow her rest alone. It wasn't a peaceful sleep, she turning in his arms several times, so he only allowed himself rest in reverie. He hadn't even bothered to change, she not wanting to be alone for a moment and too shy to sit with him in his room while he changed. She wouldn't share with him what her dream had been about, and he wouldn't pry, preferring to wait until she was ready. He had also kept quiet about what he had learned regarding Romandir; afraid it would make her draw further into herself. When she woke up she seemed surprised to see him still there, his arms still wrapped about her as they were when she had fallen asleep. He said nothing, merely smiled his good morning to her, kissed her forehead and tightened his arms around her when she turned and snuggled into his chest.
Both were near to falling asleep when the door swung open and Thranduil walked in with a couple of servants behind him, thinking the lady had been awake and decent. He was shocked to not only see her in bed, but in bed with his son. Both sat up in a hurry.
"Aislin was having bad visions," Legolas began, the hint of a blush in his cheeks. "I merely stayed to ensure she slept well."
Thranduil nodded politely, yet a knowing glint was in his eye. "I see. And, did the lady sleep well the rest of the night?"
Aislin nodded softly, smiling and also blushing. Thranduil turned to his servants and beckoned them out with a wave of his hand, and turned back towards the pair.
"Very well, then I will leave you two to yourselves. I shall have breakfast sent up, as the morning meal has passed and I expect you two are quite hungry. Perhaps, if circumstances allow, you will be ready to join me for the afternoon meal."
He smiled and bowed slightly to them, clearly trying to hide his knowing smile as he exited the room. Legolas began chuckling and shaking his head, while Aislin collapsed back onto the bed, her hands covering her face. He turned to her.
"Are you okay?" he asked between chuckles.
~I don't think I have ever been that embarrassed in my entire life,~ she answered, her eyes still covered. Her answer sent him into another set of chuckles.
"Do you think circumstances will allow us to attend the afternoon meal?"
She grabbed a pillow and swung it at him in response, catching his shoulder as he tried to dodge the blow laughing. He climbed off the bed and walked toward her door.
"I will leave you to yourself then, so that you may bathe and dress in privacy," a sly smile crept across his lips. "Unless of course you would like me to join you? To ensure that no one else intrudes on you."
Again her answer came in the form of a pillow, this time thrown towards the door. He laughed again, louder and not caring who saw or heard.
"Very well, I will see you in an hour." He disappeared through her doorway, then peeked back in. "And I will join you in whatever it is you're doing, regardless of what it is."
With an arrogant, yet playful smile on his lips, he left closing the door behind him, leaving Aislin to herself.
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She was bathed and dressed in an hour, sitting on a stool brushing her hair. Her thoughts were elsewhere, and so she did not hear the door creak slightly as someone entered her room. She was not facing the mirror at the dressing table she sat at, and had she even glanced over at it she would have seen him enter and approach her. But he went unnoticed, and it wasn't until he eased the brush from her hand did she realize she wasn't alone in the room.
"Here, allow me to finish this," he replied softly, taking her hair in one hand and brushing it with the other. Her eyes immediately went to the mirror to see Legolas standing behind her, wearing an open green velvet robe and both the tunic and leggings he wore underneath were black. The brush was only taken through her hair twice more before he set it down and separated her hair, beginning to braid it the way he wished to. She remained still until his gentle hands, unmoving save for her eyes, which would glance into the mirror and catch his every once in awhile.
Not long after he had begun he finished, a few simple braids circling her head. Cautiously she fingered them, careful so as not to ruin them, as Legolas gazed on her reflection, quite pleased that she liked what he had done. She turned as if to sign her thanks, but her hands were grasped by his and she was pulled to her feet. Without word or explanation he led her out of her room and down the halls to what she guessed was Legolas' bedchambers and parlor. There breakfast sat, plentiful and waiting for them in the middle of the room. Smiling Legolas led her toward the table and sat her down, pouring her a glass of miruvor before seating himself down and pouring himself a glass. Aislin took a drink of her wine.
~Is there something you want, Legolas, or are you like this with every lady you bring to your room for breakfast?~
He chuckled, and picked up a slice of melon. "All I want is your company, which I have. What would make you think I would want something of you?"
~Your earlier behaviour, for one,~ she answered, taking a few pieces of fruit. Legolas smiled and shook his head.
"You do have a point, but I should tell you if I wanted something of you, you would already know it by now." He took a long drink from his own glass. "And to answer your question, no I am not like this with every lady I bring to my room for breakfast. In fact there have not been many brought here; only the ones I really like, and believe me there have not been many."
She rolled her eyes as she continued to eat. So he's a big tease, she mused to herself. He had best think twice if he thinks he'll get the better of me.
Legolas watched her carefully, her every movement, how her eyes trailed lazily around his room to drink in every last detail. He had never paid much attention to the décor these many hundreds of years, being exactly the same when he had fallen asleep as when he awoke, yet now he found himself seeing as if through her eyes. Every detail new, every tapestry a fascinating story, every crafted piece enjoyed. He watched her bring a strawberry to her lips and devour it, leaning back in her chair as if she were the only one in the room, her brilliant golden red hair so unlike anything he had ever seen brushing against her slender neck and shoulders. The flesh between his legs began to stir as his gaze lowered, watching her chest swell with every slow intake of breath. His friends in Court would think him foolish for wanting this, for wanting her, but it was all he could do to not get up at that moment and pull her into his bed. The story she had told a day ago came to the foremost of his thoughts and he knew that if he wished to go there with her, he would have to tread slowly and carefully, and at her pace.
Having made up his mind, Legolas set his glass down and stood up, walking to her and kneeling at her chair. She looked over at him suddenly, watching with clear puzzlement on her face as he took the wine glass from her and set it aside. Turning his gaze back up to hers, he reached a hand up to cup her face, brushing her cheeks with feather-like strokes before moving his hand farther and began to slowly comb his fingers through her free strands of hair over and over. There seemed the slightest trace of worry in her beautiful soft blue eyes, yet he remained as he was, kneeling in front of her and combing her hair with his fingers until he was sure that worry disappeared. Then his hand moved to cup the back of her neck and pull her down enough so that she met him halfway for a kiss.
It was soft, as he always kissed her so as not to alarm her with anything new, and she quickly eased into it, sliding forward just so in her chair and cupping his face in both her hands. She certainly wasn't expecting him to try this approach, but now that he had her like this she had to admit it was what she wanted. This wasn't teasing any longer; she knew his sincerity and she was seeing it now, and she knew he meant this affection.
He moaned quietly in delight and pulled her even closer to him without pulling her straight into his lap. Realizing he may have been too sudden he paused until he felt he could continue, upon which his free arm wrapped around her waist and the hand at her neck began to wander across the ties to her dress. She pulled back from him quite suddenly, still cupping his face but unable to meet his gaze, and no amount of nuzzling would make her look up.
"Aislin, please look at me," he whispered, upon which she complied. Her apology was in her eyes, and he smiled his reassurance.
"It's all right, beautiful one. Show me how far I may go and I promise to go only as far as you allow me. Right now I am yours; use me as you will."
Aislin took a deep breath before beginning to maneuver his hands around her. The one locked about her waist stayed almost as it was, though slightly lower, and the one cupping her neck was moved down to cup her thigh. This new position would put strain on her soon, so with her permission he lifted her from the chair to his lap and moved towards the doorway to his bedchambers just enough so that they were away from the table. Her arms were now wrapped around his neck, and the smile returned to her face in this new position. This was pleasing to him, which drove him to kiss her more deeply. The flesh began to ache more with her so close, his mind clouding ever so slightly as he fought to regain complete control over himself. But how he wanted to slide his hand under her skirts to her bare thigh, aiding her in becoming accustomed to the gentle touches and caresses he wanted to share with her and gaining back the trust to allow someone to get so intimately close to her.
She was trying to enjoy the way he touched her, using their gentleness and hesitation as reasons why this was different from the other times, but the memories were persistent. Behind her closed eyes she could not envision Legolas' soft hands touching her, but the rough lusty gestures of tormentors from her past. It was her hope that feeling his skin on hers, even if was just his hand on her leg, might snap her out of these memories, but it only drove them on faster. Frustrated she broke away again, looking down and angry with herself, and Legolas moved himself around to support her as she was before pleading with her to look up at him again, asking her what was wrong.
~The memories will not stop,~ she signed, on the verge of tears. ~I want something else to think of, and my memory only reaches for those ugly visions.~
Legolas moved his hands up to cup her face on either side, one leg supporting her back, and he brushed away the tears before they fell. She was asking for a diversion, and he would give it.
"Listen to me, Aislin - what I am about to do is going to feel very strange to your mortal being, but I need you to trust me for it to work."
She nodded eagerly, to which he in turn also nodded, and gently pressed his thumbs to her temples. He focused his eyes directly on hers.
"Do not look away from my eyes. Ever. If you must close them, close them, but if they open look only into my eyes. It might drive you mad if you don't. And concentrate on my voice; push all other noise out."
Again she nodded, and he brought their foreheads together but always locked his gaze with hers. He reminded her of yesterday, their first kiss under the tall oak, how she felt to him and how he must have felt to her. Later to the tree they climbed into, reminding her how securely he held her and how he could feel that she was without fear of falling. How he held her that night after her nightmare, how close he had always kept her. As she listened, she could feel all those things again as if re-living them, and her body relaxed with each gentle memory. Her eyes closed as well, and she began to see other things that had not yet happened. Images of her with Legolas, riding on a white stallion together with Nikita galloping beside them, huddled together in the library as she read and he just there to keep her company, every now and again playfully turning back a page he claimed he hadn't finished reading. And the one scene that stuck in her mind the most was the both of them in his bed, the jeweled coverlet tossed aside as both lay naked under the sheets, passing the night by making love to each other. Two of the three were thoughts that he was sharing with her somehow, but this last one made her question whether it was hers or his, or both. It stayed, and she was thankful for that.
Meanwhile Legolas had taken her lips again, sliding his hand under her skirts to cup her bare thigh, delighting in the shiver that passed through her. Her fingers went into his hair and grasped it, and he dared to open her mouth with his. She yielded, suddenly becoming aware of his actions yet still seeing the visions behind her eyes. Her body slid and pressed right up against his, enabling her to feel his arousal through the layers of clothing that separated them and wonder if she was truly ready for this. There was no way she could deny that she was feeling a desire as well, for even if she grew bold and allowed his hand to move where it would he would discover that desire between her own legs.
She shifted slightly causing him to moan again at the friction over his aching flesh, and his lips trailed wet kisses to her neck.
"I know you can feel the desire I have for you, but I will ask nothing of you that you are not willing to give," he began quietly into her ear. "Do you share this desire of mine?"
There was a deep breath before she nodded, and he pulled her face away just enough for him to look into it and read her eyes. "Are you absolutely certain?"
Aislin nodded again; she was certain. Nervous, but clearly certain. She truly hoped that her eyes spoke her thoughts, for when he had shared his with her all the love he felt for her came with them, and she finally had meaning to the way she had been feeling for him all this time. They shared the same feelings and now she wanted nothing more than to love and be loved by him, in this way and every way they could. His were a different people, of different ways and trusts, and she would give him this chance which would hopefully be the last one, because now she couldn't picture herself anywhere and with anyone other than him. All of her trust would be put in to him, and when he smiled broadly with tears shimmering in his eyes, she knew he understood.
Without further hesitation he stood with her in his arms and proceeded to his bedchamber. The jeweled coverlet covered the bed, so she aided him in pulling it off before he laid the both of them down on the silk sheets. Her hands went to his belt, but he grabbed them mid-way.
"No," he said gently, bordering a whisper. "This is our first time together like this. Let me do this."
Grateful that he had offered to take the lead, she allowed him to move her hands to his face and was lost in his kisses as he undressed and slid the both of them under the sheets.
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The time for the afternoon meal came about, and Thranduil allowed the meal to start without the presence of his son and Lady Aislin. Inquiries came at him from every direction during the entire meal, but he brushed them off gracefully. His son had chosen to eat in privacy, and that should be enough to satisfy. It wasn't, and the tables buzzed with gossip and reasons why the Prince had chosen to eat alone, if he was eating alone at all. Thranduil merely ate quietly, engaging in polite conversation when it was initiated and smiled into his wine glass so that none of his guests would see, knowing very well the reason why Legolas and Aislin weren't attending the meal.
Meanwhile in the Prince's bedchambers, Legolas lay back in his pillows. Aislin had fallen asleep in his arms, her body draped lazily on his. Her head rested on his heartbeat, her hair now free of its braids and splayed out over her back and some of his chest. Idly he let his hand comb through her hair and trace the curve of her back repeatedly, careful so as not to disturb her rest. There weren't many maidens he had been with who could still look so beautifully innocent in their release, yet to his eyes she had been. Maybe because it had been her first time with her consent, or because he had been so enamoured with her that everything about her was beautiful. He chose to remain here with her like this for the remainder of the afternoon, not having any incentive to get up and seeing her sleep so peacefully would have dashed it anyway. Softly he pressed his lips to her forehead, causing her to stir a bit, then allowed himself to slip into a light sleep once she stilled again.
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Aislin woke up in Legolas' arms some time later, not having any idea of what time it was, and found herself not caring. Legolas was asleep, or seemed to be asleep, so she kept her movements to a minimum so as not to wake him. She felt refreshed, truthfully - she had anticipated being sore and aching, though it would have been next to impossible since Legolas had been so gentle with her. She stretched carefully.
It can't get any better than this.
Aislin paused, her eyes wide open in bewilderment. A voice in her head, sounding so much like her mother's and yet retaining some element of originality.
Where is it coming from?
She sat up as much as Legolas' embrace would allow her to, and glanced around the room. No one was there, and she could hear no one in the adjoining room. Puzzled thoughts raced through her mind, then she began to realize that voice was speaking her train of thought. The voice was hers. Twenty years of silence and now she was finally blessed with some type of a voice. Why now of all times she couldn't understand, but who was she to complain? She finally had a voice!
It was impossible to contain her excitement; she had to show Legolas. Settling back down into his arms and waiting until she was absolutely sure he was asleep, she said his name.
Legolas stirred. A voice, a mysteriously smooth voice softly called his name in his mind. His eyes opened, but no one except Aislin was in the room with him. She was smiling with an excited look on her face, and though he returned the smile, he was puzzled.
"Aislin? What is it?"
Have a nice sleep, Legolas?
She watched with amusement as his eyes widened, sliding off of him to sit up when he did, looking at her with wonderment and disbelief.
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Ok that sounded like a really cheesy chapter to me, but a little cheese is good I suppose. Plz R/R as always!