Ok, here's what you wanted, so take it and go away. KIDDING!!!!


You know you're obsessed with Lord of the Rings when you yell at a six year old and call him 'Legolas' instead of 'Nicholas'. That goes to show you how much of a loser I am. Now, onto the steamy chapter you all have been waiting for. Oh, you can catch Orlando Bloom in the movie Troy when it comes out in May.

I can't wait, he looks soooo cute… *tattoos a loser sign on her forehead* I wish I could type out a URL for the web site that I got great pictures from, but it won't let me. Just look something up on yahoo or google, because the pictures are worth it, trust me. You get to see Orlando, (( normal Orlando, no blonde hair or blue eyes )) with his shirt off.

It'll make your day, honestly. ;)



CHAPTER NINETEEN: Finally



Buffy had a troubled sleep that night. Another nightmare came to her as soon as her eyes began to close, and to her mortification so did Legolas. Breathing heavily, Buffy looked up at the lean Elf standing in front of her, a suggestive look playing across his features and a smile tugging at his lips. This came to her as a surprise and she wasn't expecting him to reach down and lift her in his arms, and she was definitely not expecting him to lay her abruptly down onto a pallet or to begin unfastening the buttons that held together his clothes.

"What are you doing?" she breathed.

"What does it look like I'm doing?" he asked, slipping off his shirt and allowing it to glide to the floor. "Care to unfasten my trousers? My hands are a bit shaky…"

"Okay-" she answered quickly, but recovered herself. "-I mean, no! I'm not going to touch you. Now get off of me."

Legolas grinned, pushing her further down into the mattress.

"No can do, milady, I would be going against my needs."

"Your needs will be broken if you don't get off." even though her voice was demanding, she wished he wouldn't.

Instead, a hand cupped her cheek and he brought her lips to his, capturing her in a slow kiss but coaxing into a passionate, impatient roll of their tongues. Emotion after emotion tugged at Buffy's heart as the smooth lips against her own continued to caress her face, her neck line, her neck and down towards her chest. There was absolutely no words to express the way she was feeling at the moment. Happy? Depressed? Frisky? Yes, those three pretty much sums it all up.

A growl emitted from Legolas, a grin plastering his face as he lowered himself on her.

"You're as tempting as wine, my love…" he whispered. "I have to taste you, explore you… make you mine."

"Can't you… can't you make me yours…?" Buffy asked breathlessly.

Legolas lowered his head close to hers, his breath hot against her neck as he nibbled on the delicate lob of her ear, and with a kiss at the freckle right behind it he said,

"You're mine… forever."

"I can't give you forever, Legolas. You know that." she said in between pants.

Legolas slipped the front of Buffy's shirt down to her a waist, a thin smile creeping on his face.

"Then give me now Buffy. Give me what you can now."

Obliging, Buffy turned over and buckled above him, the need of his burning hands against on her scorching body. And he did just that…


"Buffy?" Aragorn asked firmly.

Buffy coughed in reply.

"Do you not want breakfast? The Elves are waiting for Pippin… there's time."

Buffy shook her head. "You're wrong Aragorn, there isn't time."

"Buffy… what's wrong?" Aragorn quickly went to her side, placing a comforting hand on her arm. "Did you have another dream?"

"You can say that." she replied with a yawn. "but not really. I just didn't get enough sleep as I hoped on getting, but that doesn't matter. As long as you guys get sleep, I'll be fine."

The ranger frowned deeply. "There is something wrong, I can feel it." he whispered, running a thumb down Buffy's obvious exhausted face, consumed of sleepless nights. "Have you been feeling like this lately?"

By lately, he actually meant since Gandalf died. But Buffy knew better, and she shook her head roughly away from his touch.

"I told you I was fine," she replied wearily. "I just need time to relax."

"I don't like this food." Merry hissed, walking by. "Hey Sam, do me a favor?"

Sam slammed down his cup of wine. "I am not making you bacon later, Merry. I'm taking a break from my pots and pans, they are beginning to rust!"

Laughter erupted from the other end of the dinner glade and a second later Gimli came tumbling out from a bush covered head to toe in dirt and mud. Legolas followed close by, clutching his stomach as he doubled over in pain from a good deal of laughing. The look on the Dwarf's face told everyone not to join Legolas in his humor, but the Hobbits had a hard time controlling their tittering.

"What in the name of Gondor happened?" Boromir asked.

"Nothing." Gimli muttered, shooting Legolas a look.

But the Elf couldn't resist. "Three words!" he cried between laughing. "Stout archer, falling, earth's grime."

"That's five words actually." Buffy snapped, angry at how he was treating Gimli. "And I'd like to see you try and mine sometime soon. At least Gimli had the nerve to try archery."

Legolas' face fell.

"Aye!" Gimli agreed. "That's right Elf, I don't see you trying to exploit the art of mining!"

Flabbergasted, Legolas turned from Buffy to Gimli in shock.

Finally, his eyes remained on the Dwarf.

"Does it look like we are anywhere near the mines, Gimli?" he spat.

"We spent a great deal in Moria, you could of asked about mining then!" he spat back.

"I would have if I cared a great deal."

"Then what makes you think I care about archery!"

"You asked me to teach you!"

"Yes, but not to ridicule me!"

The Elf snorted. "If you wanted ridicule, I can give it to you! You're a half wit, loud mouthed nanus that could care LESS of what other people are feeling!"

"RIDICULE?" the Dwarf sputtered. "Oh ho ho! You are speaking not ridicule my master, but only the description of what you are when you're trying to MAKE A POINT!"

"Donkey!" Legolas shouted in outrage.

"Nancy boy!" Gimli growled.

"Zany gnome!"

"Zany gnome?" Gimli repeated in confusion.

"Alright, we all get the point!" Faith cried from beside Boromir. "Shut up already, you both are looking like jack asses without the help of each other's come backs."

Legolas glared at Faith. "What makes you think you could just-"

"Legolas, shut up." Buffy said loudly.

Legolas set his jaw firmly and his fists were about to explode from being so tightly clenched together. But Buffy stared back up at him determinedly and grinned inwardly when he dropped his gaze.

"I see that I am not wanted here…" he trailed off staring at the bright sky.

Buffy rolled her eyes and couldn't help but sigh.

"Stupid Elf, you are welcomed here." Gimli said. "Now sit down and help me remove some of this filth."

"Fine." he agreed, but his eyes remained fixed on Buffy.

"B, wanna take a walk?" Faith said suddenly.

Buffy frowned. "Why?"

"Because I want to go for a walk. Walks are nice." Faith said pointedly.

Realization dawned on Buffy's chagrined face. "Oh that walk. Right. Let's go."

Legolas and Boromir watched both women go with illusive desire, but the only one that actually made a move was the Elf, making sure he was unseen behind the trees.


"This is the third time this morning," Buffy complained.

"Well when you have to pee, you have to pee." Faith replied with a grin. "Oh besides, the tension between you and the Elf could make a reality show."

"Where are you getting your comments from?" Buffy asked incredulously. "You use to be so good at that kind of thing, what the hell happened?"

Faith shrugged. "People change, things move on. I'm a different person with an eye-"

"With an eye opener for Boromir." Buffy finished with irony.

"What can I tell you? He's a mortal chunk of royalty." Faith stopped. "And he has a nice ass."

"Oh just go already," snapped Buffy, unwilling to listen to Faith's further comments.

While Faith relieved herself, Buffy turned to the Golden Woods with a smile. For such a small amount of time spent here, she could definitely relate her liking comparability's to Sunnydale and Middle- earth. While Sunnydale was a definite plus because of fast food restaurants and public bathrooms, Middle- earth was much more clean and the air doesn't smell as foul or toxic when waking up in the morning. The woods weren't surrounded by much wild life, which Buffy was grateful for. Raccoons and slayers didn't really go together as well as one would like.

Caught up in her thoughts, Buffy was unaware of the body in front of her and she walked straight into it.

"Oohgn." groaned Buffy. "Sorry Faith, didn't realise you were done."

"I am not Faith, nor am I done with what I was doing."

"Oh, sorry Legolas." Buffy muttered. "Where is she?"

"She left." when Buffy got up and looked at him, she noticed the dark look in his eyes and noted that they were not meant in greeting. Blushing furiously for some odd reason, she dusted the leaves off of her dress and attempted to look busy.

"Why- why did she leave?"

"I told her to." he replied.

Buffy did a double look. "Why, I was walking with her!"

The look he gave her was suggestive. "Care to walk with me."

"I guess…" she trailed off looking anxious.

"You guess?" he laughed. "Good, guessing is good." His arm slipped around her waist and he pulled her closer to him, enjoying the feeling of her small body against him. He leaned into her. "You smell so good…"

"Compared to what?" She asked and suddenly gasped. "I don't usually say this but, is that Lembas in your pocket or are you just happy to see me?"

"Oh." he groaned, pressing the small of her back further forwards. "You have no idea."

To be quite frank with you, Buffy was not ready on feeling Legolas' erection touching her through his clothes, nor was she ready for the fact that she caused that erection and wanted to act upon it. Her fingers arched forwards suddenly, unwilling to stop as they continued to explore the strong muscle underneath Legolas' shirt. His shudder made Buffy tense and she knew that she was ready for him to take her for a walk.

Legolas' predication of what Buffy might do to him because of the sudden contact came to a surprise as him when he found out that she wanted him as badly as he wanted her.

Buffy grabbed Legolas firmly by the waist all in a hurry, pushing him firmly against a tree as her hands struggled with the buttons on his clothing. While this was going on a rather boyish grin plastered the Elf's face as he watched in pleasure and foolish fatigue as Buffy gave in at trying to pry off his complicated clothes and began working on her dress.

Becoming aware of her actions, Legolas quickly began to slip off his garments and place them gently onto the side, waiting patiently for Buffy to unlace the lacing around her bodice.

"Do you need help?" he taunted.

Startled, Buffy looked up to see a not so clothed Legolas.

"Wow." she gawked. "You're as hot without clothes as you are with them." she said, amazed at the reaction her body had towards his nakedness. Then bravely, she added, "Care to help me get out of my clothes?"

"Can do." resonated Legolas, a hearty growl forming in the back of his throat.

"Can not."

Legolas stopped nibbling on her chest and looked up.

"What?"

"I didn't say anything." Buffy frowned, wanting him to continue.

"But you- never mind." he grinned against her neck, moving towards her jaw line and to her lips. "Now let this be a lesson to you if you insult me again," he teased, locking their lips together in a hungry attempt to taste each other with the roll of their tongues. Moaning against him, Buffy laid the palm of her hands against his chest and laughed when he lifted her up and planted her firmly onto his knees, rotating so that he was now leaning against her, pinning her against the tree and taking his tongue so it was exploring the lobe of her-

"Let go of her!" demanded a threatening voice.

Legolas reluctantly let go of Buffy, dropping her onto the bark of the tree.

"OW! Why did you do that for?" she asked angrily.

"How did you carry your voice like that?" Legolas cried.

"Carrying of what voice? Legolas… are you feeling well? We could just do this another time…"

"NO!" he fumed, but then lowered his voice. "No, I have been patient for awhile now, I cannot be any longer."

Buffy grinned and brought Legolas to his knees. "Then shut up and kiss me."

"NO DON'T, LEGOLAS GREENLEAF!"

Legolas' nose poked Buffy in the eye from being startled at the booming voice.

"That may not be you, but there is definitely a voice." He snapped.

"And it obviously doesn't want this to happen." Buffy mumbled, rubbing her eye.

"Legolas Thrandullion, come to me NOW." boomed the voice.

Legolas sighed, recognizing that voice of Galadriel. Buffy saw the look of resignation and touched his cheek gently, hoping that he felt the warmth in her touch and to agree on continuing where he left off. But he shook his head and stood, looking down the windy path of the Golden Wood.

"Legolas?" she called after him.

"I will see you at the camp! There is someone who I have to see." and he was gone.