CHAPTER 8
"Why must you worry so?" Eámanë protested, clearly regaining her strength. Besides her wound 
to her shoulder, she also received a gash to her right leg where a Warg had bitten her while she 
crawled to save her fallen friend. It had been 5 days since the incident and she was just now 
permitted to walk out into the gardens. Legolas still would not leave her side! "I can walk on my 
own. See?" She said, removing her arm from around her husband's neck and walking with her 
arms extended each way. Suddenly she faltered slightly and Legolas rushed over to her. 
"I have you." He said, comfortingly. 
She looked annoyingly at him, but smiled nevertheless. She saw the innocence in his eyes as he 
bent over and swept her off her feet. She could see how much he blamed himself for what had 
happened to her and her heart went out to him.
Once she was back inside her bedroom, she nestled her head against his warm chest and 
allowed him to lay her down gently upon their feathered bed. Her fingers were laced together 
around Legolas's neck and she did not release them once she was lying down. She still had a 
large bandage around her shoulder, but her arms were still strong and powerful. Looking down at 
her, he smiled then casually slumped down onto the bed next to her.
They laid there as time began to slow to a crawl and stared at one another. He had one hand on 
her hips and the other, gently twirling a lock of her hair playfully between his fingers. 
Then in soft elven, he said, "How is it that I could have someone as beautiful as you in my arms, 
right here in front of me?" 
Eámanë smiled shyly then responded, "It was beyond our control." 
He smirked, then darted towards her and gave her a quick kiss on the forehead, then lower to the 
tip of her nose, which she scrunched up at his touch, and then slowly he lowered his mouth to 
hers. Their lips met in a burning kiss. Both of them sank into one another as Legolas's hands 
began roaming her small figure. All the pain she had been feeling only moments ago, escaped 
Eámanë's body in an instant. Slowly Legolas rolled over so that his slender body was hovering 
just above hers. Both of their hearts began to race from fear and anticipation. He looked over her 
one last time before once again, plunging his tongue deep inside her mouth. Eámanë moaned 
passionately beneath him as she clung desperately to her husband and king. Soon, Legolas's 
large hands snuck up her body and entangled themselves into her long, jet-black tresses. The 
smell that erupted from her hair sent chills down Legolas's spine but he did not wish to rush this. 
In the few days he had known this woman, he knew she was everything he ever wanted. He 
could not thank their fathers enough! 
Soon after, their kiss broke and Eámanë was left smiling, yet wanting more. His mouth soon 
traveled down her smooth skin towards her vulnerable neck, she ran her hands up and down 
Legolas's back. His shirt was now off, and he was working on hers. He untied the front of her 
dress, but that stopped at the base of her chest. He slowly pulled it off of her, stopping once it 
was over her creamy-white breasts. He stared down in fascination as her chest rose and fell as 
she breathed. Legolas then commenced to remove the rest of her gowns until she was fully 
exposed to him, and he to her.
Now, in each other's arms, they felt each other's ivory skin getting hotter. Their kisses were 
passionate and fervent and their touch was beyond erotic. 
Eámanë laid softly on Legolas's chest, breathing heavily and feverishly as she felt him enter her.

She felt every move his body made beneath her and she whispered in his ear not to stop.