Chapter 4 – Starting Again

That evening, after a dinner at which more than the usual amount of wine had been consumed, Thranduil led his slightly tipsy wife back to their chamber. She was still giggling from a very long and drunken tale that Hachon had tried to tell. He'd got the end completely wrong, which had caused a great deal of hilarity. Hachon had taken exception to the laughter and fallen off his chair when he tried to stand. He'd pulled the tablecloth with him- and the remains of the dinner.  When he had finally extracted himself, his hair was full of leftover sorrel leaves. Maikath had collapsed with a combination of laughter and too much wine and had been carried away to her bed, singing merrily.

'The white wine was particularly good tonight, don't you think?' asked Athiel as she lay across their couch.

Thranduil grinned. 'You should know! I think you and Mother were having a competition as to who could drink the most.'

Athiel pulled a face. 'Don't be silly, we were just talking. All these years and we've never had a conversation of more than a dozen words. Do you know she's really a lovely lady? I've never realised…she's always been so sharp with me up until now.'

Thranduil nodded. His mother had made a real effort, and everyone had seemed to realise this and try to be more accommodating. She had been included in their conversations and plans. Maikath in return had relaxed to the extent that she had begun the evening's storytelling.

'I've got a bit of a headache- probably too much wine. I think I'll have a quick bath before bed, it'll help me relax,' he told Athiel, rubbing absently at his forehead.

She nodded absentmindedly as she began to undo the fastenings on her dress,  watching her husband enter the bathing room. A few minutes later there was an audible sigh of pleasure as he lowered himself into the thermal bath. A wicked grin spread across her face and she swiftly removed her dress and undergarment. Tiptoeing into the bathing room she saw, as she had suspected, that Thranduil was laying with his head back on the edge of the bath. His eyes were closed and his long blonde hair floated on the top of the water. He looked so weary…and he had lost too much weight.

Slowly and with great care, she lowered herself into the steaming water. Moving with the utmost care she slid through the water, reaching out her hand until her fingers touched his broad chest. His eyes flew open in surprise.

'I thought you were tired?' he asked.

'I changed my mind. A bath is always nice before bed.' A smile played across her lips. 'I've missed you so much, melamîn*, in more ways than one. You've been away so long.' Her hands continued to stroke his chest, gently teasing his nipples. She smiled as they hardened and continued her caress, widening the circle until she ran her fingertips down his sides, gently scratching the skin there. As he had done for the last three hundred years, he moaned and tried to twist away- but not too hard.

'You should rest,' he protested feebly.

'I can rest later. Now I want to be with you. I want you.'

'Maybe we should wait. You've only just been allowed out of bed,' he insisted.

'Hachon checked me over earlier. I'm all healed. There's nothing to stop us.' She smiled and let her voice drop to an insinuating purr. 'Maybe I want to get back into bed now.'

'I don't want to rush you,' he said again. 'I can wait!'

She sighed. He was always the gentle and understanding lover. 'You might be able to wait. I can't, and don't intend to.'

Her hands had now travelled between his legs, lightly cupping his soft pouch. She squeezed tenderly, rolling her fingers over the smooth orbs it enclosed. Thranduil was returning her smile now.

'You are a hungry little minx tonight, aren't you?'

In reply, she ran her hands along his swelling shaft. Leaning forwards, she kissed his lips gently, only just touching them, as she continued to fondle his manhood, which had risen to its complete fullness. Thranduil moaned in pleasure.

'Don't-' he nearly shouted. 'It's been too long! I won't be able to hold out...'

She kissed him deeply this time, her tongue forcing its way between his teeth and gently stroking the inside of his mouth. He tried to pull her onto his surging manhood but she resisted. Her hands continued to fondle him, now moving with stronger caresses. In frustration, he rose his hips upwards in time with her strokes. Again, he tried to pull her to him.

'Saes**,' he begged. 'Now.'

'No,' she replied, again kissing him deeply. She covered his face with teasing kisses, and softly nipped on his ears with her teeth, all the time keeping the pressure on his erect member. He began to gasp, his eyes closing in ecstasy, and he cried out in bliss as he shuddered to his peak.

'Ooops,' she said with feigned surprise as his trembling subsided.

'You did that on purpose, didn't you?' he protested breathlessly. She flashed him a wicked grin.

'Yes. And now we can relax...and take our time...'

'Lle naa erum bess.'*** He stood and gently offered his hand to her. She took it willingly, gracefully rising as he pulled her towards him, crushing her into his arms. She could fell his ardour already beginning to rise again. He reached down and lifted her bodily, carrying her from the bathing room into their chamber. Then, laying her with the utmost care onto their couch, he stretched himself out beside her. Raising himself on one elbow, he gazed at her body. They had been married now for three hundred years and it still filled him with anticipation just to gaze upon her perfect form. He lifted a strand of her damp hair to his nose and smelt the perfume that he loved above all others- the fragrance of his lover, his soul mate, his reason for existing. She gazed steadily back at him, her arms thrown above her head and her breasts thrust upwards, their proud mounds inviting him.

'I love you so much,' he said in a tender whisper. 'I would die if you ever left me. Promise me you will stay forever…until we can cross the sea together.'

'That's a foolish pledge to make,' she replied. 'Nobody knows what the Valar have planned for us. I will only promise to love you for as long as I can, and ask only the same from you.'

He replied by stooping and gently teasing her nipples with his tongue, tracing a damp line between the two peaks. She shivered.

'Are you cold?' he drew back, concerned.

'No, melethronîn****, I'm not cold. It's just been so long…I'd forgotten.'

He silenced her lips with his, tenderly nipping them with his teeth, travelling down her neck and then lovingly caressing her ears with his tongue. Her breathing quickened and he now drew her nipple into his mouth, the tips of his teeth barely touching the sensitive peak. Then as it hardened he sucked, drawing a gasp of pleasure from her lips. Her hand came to his head, stroking his hair as she'd thought she never would be able to again. Her fingers played with the tips of his ears, causing him to moan with contentment. Slowly he moved towards her. Now he would pleasure her, as she deserved…

* - my love

** - Please

*** - You are one evil woman

****- my lover (male)

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