Chapter Thirty-one: The Healer of Míriel's Past
The following day found Legolas awake quite early. He was restless throughout the night, thinking about something very important. When the sun rose over the horizon, Legolas was strolling carelessly through the Wood, his eyes shining and heart fluttering.
"I will inform her." he said at last, finalizing his decision. "It must be done before my sire and the Lord and Lady leave."
He was just about to turn back to the palace when he heard a voice singing. He followed it until he found himself in a clearing. There was Míriel, with her back to him, picking woodland flowers as she sang. It was a song Legolas had never heard before. He crept quietly behind her and observed her movements. Never before had he noticed how graceful she was. Her every curve was clearly visible to him. A sudden impulse to seize her and make love to her amidst the trees took hold of him. He stepped silently behind her and placed his hands over her eyes.
Míriel uttered a small cry.
"Ssh." Legolas whispered softly.
"Legolas!" she said.
The Prince slipped his hands slowly down her body, feeling her breasts carefully. The Princess trembled slightly. She felt Legolas' strong arms around her waist and turned to face him, her hands still holding the flowers she had picked. She looked at him intently.
"You have a beautiful singing voice." he told her.
Míriel blushed.
"Le hannon. I wish to apologize to you about yesterday." she said.
Legolas shook his head at her.
"Ú-moe edvad." he told her.
"I was too happy when I heard you say 'our children'." she said.
Legolas looked at her with a mischievous glint in his sapphire eyes. Then he picked her up quickly in his arms and carried her to where they had seclusion from any eyes that might happen to see them. He lay her on the ground gently. Míriel drew her arms around his neck as he lay next to her and began to kiss her. She felt him press her against his body tightly. She found herself breathing heavily and wishing that she were not clad in anything. She wanted him desperately to make love to her.
Legolas found that Míriel was moaning quite strangely as he kissed her. She was moving in his arms, and her breathing was heavy. He paused from kissing her. He felt her squeeze his neck gently. Her face moved to the side of his head, and he felt her bite his ears softly.
"Legolas…" she whispered.
He looked at her. She removed her arms from around his neck and stood up. He watched as her hands moved slowly behind her back. There was a strange, starved look in her eyes. Her dress began to slide off her body. Then, suddenly, Legolas understood. She wanted him to love her.
He watched, as if in a dream, the gray silk dress she wore slide slowly down her body. Her breasts were the first to be uncovered, followed shortly by her thighs, and then her legs. Before he could believe it, Míriel was completely unclad. She stepped lightly over her dress and beckoned Legolas to her with seductive movements of her body. He stood and looked at her in disbelief, his mouth agape. She laughed softly.
"Do not be so astonished." she said.
He did not move at all. He simply stared at Míriel in utter wonder. How fair she looked without any clothing! What shapely legs she had! All at once he wanted to hold her, to feel her warm body in his arms without any clothing to hinder him. He wanted to caress her. He wanted to make love to her. He was not aware of his breathing—it was heavy.
He took a step towards her. Míriel laughed and moved back. He was oblivious of anything else except her. All he knew was that he wanted her, and he would get her at all costs.
"Come here." Legolas told her.
Míriel came towards him slowly, batting her eyelashes seductively as she walked. Legolas felt he would melt. Her eyes seemed especially lovely now. She stopped before him shortly.
"I have come." she said.
She ran her hands through his blond silken hair. Legolas stared at her breasts, noting how delicate they appeared, watching as they rose and fell with each breath she took. A sudden desire to strip himself naked came over him. He looked at Míriel.
"Will you undress me?" he asked.
Míriel smiled broadly.
"It would be my honor and pleasure, Legolas." she replied.
She threw her arms around his neck and placed her legs around his waist. Legolas was dizzy with excitement. Carefully, he stumbled through the trees until he found a large patch of moss suitable for their purpose. He laid Míriel onto her back. She waited for him to lie beside her. Legolas found himself underneath her, though not at all to his displeasure. Her hands were unbuttoning his tunic. He raised himself just long enough to pull it off. Next, Míriel tackled his leggings. She simply unbuckled his belt and pulled his leggings off his feet. Now they both were unclad. Legolas felt a hunger for Míriel.
The Princess had scarcely laid herself onto her back before Legolas was on top of her. He placed her arms around his neck and placed his arms around her back. He began by kissing her forehead and face all over. He was aware of Míriel gasping for breath. When he reached her lips he found them open. The Princess' tongue sought his, and for some time they lost themselves anew in a passionate kiss. Yet Legolas' hands were not idle. They slipped from her back to her breasts. He cupped them blindly, and once when he squeezed them, Míriel gave such a gasp he thought he had hurt her. But her moans told him he had pleased her.
They were both very hot and sweaty now. They had turned over several times already, and were quite far from the patch of moss. Leaves and twigs were in both of their hair, but they cared not. Elves are always at home in the woods, and it is notable to say that they truly preferred making love outside among their beloved trees. They felt that it was something natural to do outside, so long as no one saw them, since they were beings who loved nature dearly.
"Legolas…" Míriel whispered.
They had turned over once more so that the Princess was beneath Legolas. The two lovers were thoroughly enjoying themselves, Míriel more so than Legolas. She had placed her arms around Legolas as he was exploring her body. She could feel his hands caressing her thighs. She moaned in pleasure, and saw Legolas smile to himself. She knew he was memorizing everything that pleased her. She called him, and he lay beside her. Legolas felt her hands run over his smooth chest. Míriel placed her mouth over the hollow space on his neck and licked it. She expected him to enjoy it, and when he groaned, she knew he did.
They stopped for a moment to catch their breath. With amazement, they realized it was afternoon. They both laughed.
"They will come looking for me." she said. "No doubt Celoneth needs to be fed now."
Legolas pulled her onto him. He stroked her face.
"What about me? Do I not need you?" he asked.
Míriel laughed softly. She kissed him passionately. His hands went around her once again, and she forgot all else. All she cared was to stay in his arms like this forever, to feel his gentle touches, to be surrounded by his beech-tree scent. They turned over twice, so that Míriel was on top of him again. Her eyes glittered. She had seen the flesh between his legs erect. That was her signal. She wanted to complete her desire. Legolas was not aware of what she was doing. All he knew was that she was moving again. It was not until he felt a sudden, warm feeling coursing through his body did he understand. Míriel gave a small cry, all her strength seemed to have vanished, and she fell beside him with a smile.
"I let you enter into me, Legolas!" she whispered. "I let you!"
Legolas kissed her forehead.
"Such a feeling I have never felt before." he told her.
They decided to dress. Already it was late afternoon, and Celoneth would no doubt he extremely hungry. Míriel also knew that once it was known that both she and Legolas were not present, rumors would start circulating. It could not be helped. Her people would guess correctly.
As they walked along, hand in hand, Míriel suddenly stopped.
"Do you know why I allowed myself to do so?" she said.
"I do not." Legolas told her.
"I have lost my fear of Falathar. When I talked to you about it that night, I was no longer afraid after that. You healed me, Legolas. With your love you healed my past. You are the healer of my past!" she cried.