AN: warning! Randyiness in this chapter (oo-er!)
Chapter Twelve: This Goodnight
Or: Oh My!
Isenguard shrank slowly into the distance behind them, blending in with the mountains. From this distance it was neigh on impossible to tell that its walls were broken and its land and deep cellars flooded. The only sign of some mishap were the tall ents dotted here and there around the black tower, and Legolas could only just make them out with his keen eyes. He imagined to his companions, Orthanc would have appeared untouched.
He smiled wryly to himself, 'rather like myself… from a distance I probably look the same as I did a week ago... Before I met Sarah.'
His brain had somehow managed to leap from a wizard's tower to Sarah in one single step. He found himself being reminded of her by the oddest things. Yesterday it had been a tree. He still wasn't entirely sure of the connection there.
It didn't help that Gimli had taken to constantly humming songs she had taught him either. At the moment he could hear the dwarf whistling merrily from his perch before him. He tried to remember the words to the song, but they were lost on him. Instead he found himself thinking on the way Sarah's voice sounded when she sang, and with that came snatches of her thoughts. They flitted through his brain, but they were foggy and he couldn't make out her words. She was obviously trying to shield her mind from him, all he could sense was a feeling of sadness coming form her.
He sighed, his heart heavy. How was he supposed to find out if Malris' words were truth or lies?
At the sound of cheerful laughter, his attentions slipped from thoughts of Sarah and Malris and back to his surroundings.
The hobbits, Merry and Pippin, were telling Théoden and Éomer a variety of jokes and stories from The Shire. They appeared to be in the midst of one involving a cousin of Merry's, (a girl named Berry), and an incident with a disgruntled sheep.
The king and his nephew seemed thoroughly amused by the hobbits and their infectious good cheer.
Legolas felt Gimli shake in his seat as he gave a gruff bark of laughter, "Silly Gel! Should'a known better than ta do that to a sheep!"
Legolas smiled weakly, not really paying attention, "One would think so."
He listened in silence as his companions laughed and joked with the cheerful halflings, but their humor failed to rouse his mood.
Gimli muttered something about "Bloody love-struck moody elves…" But apart from that comment, no one mentioned Legolas' unusual silence.
They had been riding almost all afternoon when a thought finally struck him. There he was, riding along in the company of Mithrandir, and he still had not asked the great wizards counsel!
His head spun, unintentionally giving Gimli a mouth full of hair, and he sought out the tall figure of Gandalf atop Shadowfax as the dwarf indignantly choked.
He was riding not a few meters back, with Aragorn.
The wizard's bright eyes met his in understanding and he nodded. He said something to Aragorn, who glanced at Legolas, then urged Shadowfax up to where the elf and dwarf rode.
"Yes master elf? I believe there was something you wish to speak to me of?"
Legolas nodded, "Aye, and I feel foolish indeed for not seeking your wisdom earlier."
Gimli spun a little to regard the elf, "Oh I finally get ta heard what's got the laddie all fussed?"
Legolas smiled, "Nay, this is a private conversation Gimli."
The dwarf turned smugly back to the front, "well, I don't mean ta pry laddie, but I can't help but overhear, sharing this horse with you n all."
Gandalf nodded, "that is true. But I trust you will not eavesdrop." He paused and continued in elvish, "Now Legolas, what is this problem? I assume it involves Lady Sarah?"
Legolas nodded, before replying in his native tongue, "Yes… I am not sure where to begin…"
"Well, I find the beginning is always a very good place to start."
Legolas raised an eyebrow at the wizard's quirky words, "Indeed.. The beginning. Very well then. Do you know of the truth surrounding my mother's death? I have spoken with the man I believed to be her murderer, and … he has confused me greatly."
Gandalf frowned, his voice becoming more serious, "You met Malris? How did this happen?"
Legolas made a dismissive gesture with his hand, "That is at the end and we are starting at the beginning remember?"
Gimli interrupted loudly before the wizard could reply, speaking to Éomer who now rode with Aragorn nearby, "I find it most RUDE when people speak foreign languages in the presence of those who cannot, don't you think so Éomer?"
The man smiled and nodded his head, "Aye Gimli…but neither is it polite to pry."
Gandalf nodded, "Indeed! Come, Come, Master Gimli! If you can't behave yourself you can ride with someone else."
The dwarf grumbled sulkily but did not interrupt again.
Gandalf turned his attentions back to Legolas, who watched his companions from an expressionless face, "The beginning. Very well. Your mother's death, if not actually at the hand of Malris, certainly came about because of him. You know the details I assume? He overheard a conversation.. involving you… and after killing Armîr's hand maidens, kidnapped her. She was stabbed, you found her, and… she died."
Legolas nodded, "Yes, that is what I understand to be the truth."
Gandalf made a 'hmph' sound of agreement, "Perhaps what you wish to know involves what your mother said, not who killed her?"
Legolas nodded, but he was not looking at the Wizard instead he stared of into the distance. "Indeed. That is what troubles me."
"Why? It is irrelevant. It matters not what she said, it was naught but idle gossiping."
Legolas's eyes flashed, suddenly seeming a brighter shade of blue as he turned to stare sharply at the wizard, "She is dead because of it! I do not think it so idle. Tell me, did she speak the truth?!"
The riders around them turned to stare at the oddly dressed elf as Legolas's voice rose in frustration. Gandalf, however, seemed not to notice.
"Tell me first why you wish to know Prince."
Legolas felt tears prick the back of his eyes. He had not cried in centuries. The sensation was almost forgotten to him. He held them back, but his voice was very quiet when he spoke, "Because, Malris is Sarah's father."
For the first time Legolas knew of, the wizard actually appeared shocked.
They rode in silence for a moment.
"Well. I understand your grief now friend. To fall in love with a nineteen year old must be hard enough for an elf, but to find out the girl might well be your own flesh and blood, your sister, would undoubtedly be…painful."
Legolas, his voice calmer spoke again, "Well? Was it truth? Is Malris my father?"
Gandalf shook his head sharply, "No."
Legolas looked relieved for a split second then his face hardened, "Are you sure?"
Gandalf raised a bushy white eye-brow, "I know of many plots and lies Legolas, all the treacheries and secrets of the great houses of Middle earth. I do not involve myself in them however. I speak only the truth to my friends. You are Legolas Greenleaf, son of Thranduil."
Legolas heard his the truth and honesty in his words.
He was not Sarah's brother.
The heavy burden on his heart lifted, his fair elven face broke into a smile, and then he laughed.
His friend's seemed relieved, especially Gimli, who's ginger beard broke for a smile as he chuckled about "foolish young'uns"
Dunharrow was sheltered from the wind and the worst of the rain, tucked in between folds of the mountains. But it was not usually inhabited and its meager buildings and shelters were in a state of disrepair, and the high mountain air was freezing. Upon their arrival, Sarah and Éowyn had organised groups to clean and repair what they could, but most of the people still had to spend the first night in tents.
Sarah and Éowyn had, of course, taken up residence in the largest and finest of the houses, as was only fitting for the Lady of Rohan and her guest. They felt rather guilty about this however, and let the weakest of Éowyn's people, (The very old and very young), sleep in the outer rooms, and shared a single bedchamber between them.
They spent the night huddled under Éowyn's furs, Sarah clutching the white rabbit for warmth.
"Sarah?"
"Yes Éowyn?'"
"You can change things with your magic, is that not so?"
"Yes…"
"Well, forgive me for asking, but perhaps you could help me tomorrow? I am sure you'd be able to make short work of mending the houses."
Sarah gasped, "of course! Oh Éowyn! I'm sorry! I didn't even think! Yes, I will help you… although I must admit my powers are not very powerful… "
She could tell her friend was smiling when she replied, "Any help would be wonderful Sarah. And thank you."
Sarah went very quiet for a minute, she realised that even though she'd only known Éowyn a week, she was the closest friend she'd ever had. (save perhaps Natalie, her French friend, but after that incident with her father, which she didn't like to think about, they hadn't spoken.) "No, Éowyn, thank you, for all your kindness." She paused, shivering, pulling the blankets around herself, "MY GOD! It is COLD!…Oh! I have an idea…"
She sat up, glared at the bunny, and it instantly grew to the size of a very large, very fat cat.
Éowyn gasped, "By the gods! What are you doing!?"
The bunny's huge nose quivered.
"well, Mr Bunny here is all warm and toasty, and I'm cold, so he's going to be our hot water bottle! Here Mr Bunny! Lie down in the middle."
The rabbit's eyes darted around nervously, seeking and escape, but eventually it crouched obediently in the middle of the bed, it's fur fluffed out with the chilled night air.
Sarah smiled and arranged herself with her back nice and warm next to the bunny.
Éowyn seemed somewhat disturbed, but after a moment lay back down again, and was soon asleep.
Sarah meanwhile, whilst being nice and warm, was now distracted by thoughts an elf with long golden hair and cornflower blue eyes. Now that there was nothing to distract her, she could sense him in the corners of her mind. It was like he was standing just out of sight but whenever she turned her head to see him, he'd gone. He radiated sadness, grief and longing. For her.
She ignored him. She could have easily reached out to him and comforted him, but she could not, he was her brother.
She sighed and wrapped his cloak tighter around herself, ignoring the tears that threatened to spill, and waited for sleep to claim her from her silent misery.
But later, when she finally did rest, her dreams were haunted by him and she awoke with his name on her lips and his taste in her mouth.
It was dusk when they rode up into Dunharrow.
The sun was long gone behind the mountains, but streaks of orange and purple were still visible above their heads, evidence that the sun went on setting without them to watch it.
Legolas and Gimli rode beside Elladan and Elrohir, who had joined their company the night before. A strange night it had been. The sons of Elrond had ridden far from Rivendell, and with them 30 men of the Dúnadan to join Aragorn at war. They had brought with them counsel from their father for Aragorn, bidding him to take the path of the dead, and come to Minas Tirith by that road.
Théoden and his men and had sadly parted from their comrades, believing it to the last they would ever see of them again, for none walked that grey road and lived.
Surprisingly, Éomer had decided to come with them, much to his uncle's dismay. He now rode with Argorn, his admiration for the man was obvious to all.
Elladan and Elrohir watched Legolas quietly from grey eyes as they rode up the pass to Dunharrow. It was unnerving him. He had never been close friends with the two lords, seeing as how they lived so far from his lands, he'd only met them a handful of times, but they had never acted so oddly towards him before.
Finally, unable to stand it any longer he broke the silence, "What is it Elladan? Elrohir? Why do you regard me so?"
Gimli chuckled, "Aye! You stare like love-struck gels!"
Legolas sighed and pushed Gimli's helm over his eyes, "Gimli!"
Elrohir frowned, ignoring the dwarf's outburst, "Legolas, you seem different."
His twin continued, "Yes. You have changed."
Legolas sighed at their cryptic-ness, "What is it you mean?…Is it the hair and bizarre clothing?"
The elves quickly scanned his clothes from his head to his toes, taking in the tattered jeans and the button up shirt hidden under a cloak he had been able to borrow from one of the riders. Elladan replied, "Partially."
Elrohir nodded, "Forgive my curiosity, but how did you come to be dressed so? When you left Rivendell you were dressed in the greens and browns of a wood elf, now… now you are dressed…dressed like…"
Legolas let him trail of into silence, "It is a long story. Suffice to say a female is the cause of my current ensemble."
The brother's exchanged a knowing stare. "Ah. That explains a lot."
Elladan continued, "so where did you meet this lovely she-elf? In Lothlórien?"
Legolas shook his head smiling, "No. Would you believe, I found her in the middle of a field?"
Two pairs of grey eyes widened in their handsome, near identical faces.
Gimli nodded, "That's true. Found her sleeping in a field some leagues to the east of here."
Elrohir eventually spoke, "A mortal woman?"
Legolas smiled, "Well, that would explain the hair perhaps… but no. Sarah is not mortal."
Elladan leant closer, "Lady Sair-rah.. an odd name… She is elvish?"
Legolas shrugged, "Her father was Sindarin.. once.. I suppose you could say she was peredhil."
Elrohir smiled, "Well, we peredhil are incredibly handsome… are we not dear brother?"
Legolas shook his head and laughed.
Elladan replied, "Yes of course! And so modest."
Elrohir inclined his head, "Of course."
Gimli muttered something that sounded suspiciously like, "silly twats" under his breath. The twins ignored him.
"When shall we meet this lady of yours? Where is she?"
Legolas glanced up the road ahead to the cluster of buildings huddled against the mountain side. "She is in Dunharrow, she is friends with the Lady of Rohan, Éowyn."
Elladan smiled, "Excellent! I grow curious as what sort of woman dresses an elf in torn leggings and braids beads into his hair… Tell me.. what does she look like?"
Legolas shrugged, "She is fairest maid I have ever met."
Gimli grunted, "Aye, save the glorious Lady Galadriel of course."
Elladan glanced at the dwarf with a surprised expression at his unexpected admiration for an elf, before turning his attention back to Legolas, "Fairer then our sister even?"
Legolas smiled, " Well, I think she outshines even the Evenstar, but I shall let you be the judge of that."
Elrohir rolled his eyes, "That is all very well, but what does she look like??"
Legolas sighed, "You shall meet her soon enough."
Gimli snorted, imagining the shock the two elves would get when the gracious elven lady they expected turned out to be Sarah. "She'll not be what you expect mind!"
With that Legolas let his horse break into a trot before Gimli could say anything too insulting to the sons of Elrond and headed past the gates of Dunharrow and into the courtyard.
Éowyn stood waiting to receive the riders before the main house. There was no room to feed so many indoors, so when she had been warned by the lookouts that they approached, she had ordered a great cooking fire be lit outside, so they could still dine in some comfort around the bon fire.
Dunharrow looked utterly transformed from the drab deserted place they had come upon two days before. Sarah had hurried around fixing things, turning sticks and twigs into furniture, blankets, whatever was needed. She had also fixed the roofs and even turned the plain tents into beautiful brightly coloured ones hung with banners. She had managed to distract herself from thinking of Legolas so well, she had worked herself into exhaustion.
As a result, she had been asleep for the past 4 hrs, even though it was not yet even time for the evening meal. Despite the riders return, Éowyn did not wish to wake her yet.
"Let her sleep, she'll probably want to avoid Legolas anyway."
The first riders through the gates were Legolas and Gimli, followed by two other riders with dark hair.
Éowyn smiled and waved them over. They dismounted and Gimli began complaining loudly about how he hated horses as he stretched his stiff legs.
"Master Gimli! Prince Legolas!…" She paused as she looked the elf over, raising an eyebrow, "You still have not changed!?"
The elf shrugged, "I had nothing else to wear." He looked around, "Where is Sarah? I have good news."
Éowyn looked at him sharply, "You mean..? It is not true?"
The elf nodded. "Gandalf can explain it all to her."
Éowyn gave a bright laugh, and threw her arms around the elf, "Oh that is wonderful!! Sarah had been so sad…"
An amused voice interrupted her, "So, you must be Lady Sarah."
Éowyn frowned as the two dark-haired elves she did not know approached "Er.. no…. my Lords?"
Elladan and Elrohir looked slightly put off.
Legolas smiled, "Éowyn, this is Elladan and Elrohir. Elladan and Elrohir, this is Lady Éowyn."
Éowyn dropped a small graceful curtsey and the elves bowed their heads.
By this time the courtyard was full.
Éowyn excused herself and when to find Aragorn, eager to speak with the handsome lord again.
Elladan and his twin quickly cornered Legolas, "So, where is this Lady Legolas? We are most curious!"
Legolas smiled nervously, the twin's enthusiasm still putting him off, "Er.. I am not sure… I think I shall go find her now."
He turned and quickly made his way to the main house in Dunharrow, eager to find Sarah.
He concentrated on her in his mind and let his feet lead him.
He walked through the house, each room filled with neat cots and sleeping rolls. Eventually, after making his way through many twisted corridors and up a lot of stairs, he came to a closed door. He knew that she was inside.
He closed his eyes briefly and took a deep breath before entering.
The room was lit by a small fire, its walls hung with bright tapestries. In its center, almost filling it, was a large bed topped with furs and blankets. All he could see of Sarah was one pale arm.
His heart beat rapidly against his rib cage as he edged closer to her. He pulled back the blanket that covered her face and smiled. She was wearing a white cotton night shirt loosely tied around her throat and seemed even lovelier than he remembered, her long lashes laying dark against the paleness of her cheek, her delicate face framed by silken masses of hair of the darkest red.
He let a finger coil around a thick strand before tucking it behind her ear. His fingers lingered on the warmth of her cheek for a moment, then he leant over her and placed a soft kiss on the corner of her lip. He longed to wake her and smother her in kisses, but he knew he had to restrain himself until he had shared what Gandalf had told him. Otherwise, she would awaken horrified to find him at her side.
He pulled back and arranged himself so he could sit comfortably beside her, resting against the headboard.
She moved slightly in her sleep, rolling so she lay on her side. One of her hands came to rest on his thigh, so he took in his own and waited for her to awaken, content to simply be near by her.
Sarah sighed as his lips finally met hers. It seemed like she had been waiting for him to touch her for centuries. A huge sense of relief filled her as they kissed, as if everything was finally as it should be after years of longing. His lips caressed hers softly, as if she was the most delicate thing in the world.
Her lips parted for him, letting her taste him as their kisses deepened. He tasted exactly the same, indescribably addictive. She wanted more. Her hands buried themselves in his silken hair and her arms pulled him closer.
Suddenly she could smell him. Not the faint lingering, ghost reminder of his cloak, but the real thing. Heady and thick, like a rainforest after rain. It was like he was the very air surrounding her and she was breathing him in. Desire burned brightly in her veins and she pulled her mouth from his to kiss the smooth skin below his earlobe. Her tongue darted out to taste the saltiness of his skin, sharp teeth grazing against him, leaving little red marks.
She felt his hand resting against her hip, pulling her closer as he returned her attentions, burying his face in the crook of her neck. Sarah let out a groan as his hand slowly slid up her form and came to rest against the fullness of her breast. He let his thumb glide across her nipple and she arched against him.
Sarah gasped as his arousal was pressed against her, instantly intensifying her own desire.
his hands flew to her hips and he held her in place, his breaths coming in short pants. Sarah raised her face for another kiss, staring into bright blue eyes full of love.
Legolas hadn't had to wait long for Sarah to wake. She had tossed and turned for half an hour muttering and groaning in her sleep before sitting up suddenly, eyes wide and staring, her breath coming in gasps.
Before Legolas could even say a single word she had kissed him. Not a chaste sisterly kiss either, but one filled with passion and longing. His body had responded to her instantly, returning the kiss, but his mind was stunned.
After a moment he managed to pull himself free of her kisses. He had longed desperately for her touch since he had seen her last, but he had an odd feeling in the back of his mind, like something was not right. "Sarah?"
Her violet eyes burnt into his but she did not reply. Instead she placed a finger over his lips, silencing him. Then her arms had wrapped around him, pulling him against her soft form as her lips caught his in a gentle kiss, and he simply forgot to think.
He buried a hand in her silken hair pulling her closer as he kissed her almost violently, releasing the pent-up frustration and pain of the last few days. She eagerly accepted him, groaning as his teeth bit down on her lip.
Everything about her, the way she felt, her warmth, her very scent, drove him mad with lust. Twisting her in his arms, he pinned her to the pillows, arranging himself over her.
In response she wrapped a leg around him and pulled his hips flush against hers, weakly gasping his name, clearly indicating her sudden, inpatient desire.
Legolas forgot himself, giving into pleasure for a moment, and ground his arousal against her, eliciting moans from the fae underneath him. As her lips sought out his in another kiss Sarah pulled at his shirt, ripping it from his shoulders, her hands hungry to caress every inch of him. Legolas blindly threw the shirt across the room as he let a hand slide up her bare thigh and under the hem of her nightshirt. Her skin was smooth and hot and she writhed beneath him as his fingers slid higher.
He teased her, caressing her soft skin every where save where she desired his touch the most.
He tried to control the urge to simply rip off her clothes and plunge into her, but the way she was moving, and the little noises she was making were distracting him.
In a vain attempt to slow her down he kissed her very softly, his lips barely brushing hers, but before he knew what he was doing he was kissing her with even more passion then before. Giving in to his desire he roughly pulled her nightshirt down over her shoulder so her right breast was exposed to him. He caressed it, revealing in the heat of her skin against his palm as Sarah's breathing grew heavier and her kisses more desperate.
When he brushed the folds between her legs with a long finger, just barely touching her, Sarah pulled out of his kiss gasping in shocked pleasure.
He watched the expression on her face as he tugged her shirt up to her waist, repeated his gesture, this time lingering a little longer on the delicate folds that made her gasp before returning to caressing her thigh and hip.
Sarah grew more and more desperate as he teased her, the ache between her legs growing more and more insistent, so she raised her leg slightly so it rubbed against the straining crotch of Legolas' jeans. He groaned at the contact, instinctively pressing himself against her, his head slipping to rest on her shoulder. He paused for a moment, his breath thick, before slipping a finger inside her. She was hot and silken and the mere thought that he could be in her was maddening. She arched her back as he finally began touching her in earnest, his long fingers caressing her, as his lips sought out the sweet skin of her neck.
Sarah mumbled his name weakly, longing for the teasing to end so she could feel him inside her and he could ease the throbbing ache there. He slipped another finger past her slick folds and began pumping in and out of her. She groaned and gasped as her arousal became almost unbearable. She lost track of time and after what seemed like an eternity she could bare it no longer and reached down and undid his fly. His hand froze within her as she touched him, his teeth sinking into the pale flesh of her neck, which still held faded red reminders of his previous interludes with her.
Sarah began gently stroking his length delighting in the way his breath caught in his throat, as his own attentions upon her grew more frenzied, his fingers curling forward inside her, touching the little spot that made her gasp.
Just when Sarah was sure she could bear no more he withdrew his hand and before she realised what was happening he tore her cotton night shirt clear of her body, the cotton giving way with an audible ripping noise. She let out a little surprised yell but did not try to hide her nakedness as Legolas had thought she might. He let his eyes rake over her slender form lustfully. She was more akin to an elf rather then a human, but she had a more defined figure. She was thin like an elleth, but slightly more delicate, the flare of her hips from her tiny waist more pronounced and her clear skin had a slight golden tan, which he supposed was due to the immodesty of the clothes in her land. To him she was perfect in every way, from her silver painted toenails to her luscious thick hair.
An odd feeling welled up inside him. He felt longing unlike anything else, but he was not sure exactly what it was he wanted. He knew he desired her body, but there was something else he wanted from her as well, even more desperately.
She reached up to him, her hands running over his leanly muscled chest as his lips met hers in a kiss. She tugged at the waist of his jeans, dragging them down to his knees. He quickly kicked them off and returned to her embrace, Her legs parted for him, her slender thighs gripping him as he positioned himself before her entrance. His vivid blue eyes meet shining violet for a moment, then he pushed himself inside her.
Her legs wrapped around him, pulling him closer, deeper, as he filled her with his heat. Sarah's back arched slightly and her head fell back amongst the pillows as relief and pleasure, like she'd scratched an itch, flooded through her and she shivered with the sweet torture of it.
Legolas froze, his eyes wide as he held himself inside her. She was warm and tight, and somehow being inside her felt different, sweeter than any of the other woman he'd slept with over his long life. He dimly justified in his clouded mind that this was undoubtedly because he loved Sarah in a way those other elleth could only imagine. 'she is my mate.'
But his brain was foggy with lust and he blocked out logic as Sarah shifted slightly beneath him, sending a spark of exquisite pleasure radiating through him. He withdrew from her before slowly pushing himself back inside her tight warmth as deeply as he could. Every slight movement brought flashes of hot pleasure to him. Beneath him Sarah gasped and clutched him tighter, her nails digging into his back slightly.
Her voice rang out clear in the room, the first time Legolas had heard her speak in three days, "Legolas, please…"
She wasn't sure what it was she was pleadingly for, but she could feel an aching coil of heat in the pit of her stomach, and thought if Legolas didn't ease it she would surely die.
At the sound of her words, her almost pained plea, Legolas stopped trying to control himself and instead caught her lips in a vicious kiss as he thrust into her, sending sparks of pleasure through her with every touch. His tongue teased her, kissing her so hard she felt dizzy, his warm hands caressed her every inch from the curve of her hip to the taunt peaks of her breasts. Her breath came in little pants and her fingernails drew little beads of blood as she clung to him desperately, her body twisting and moving in time with his.
Legolas felt his climax coming, but it felt different, more intense then ever before. His sharp elven hearing no longer heard anything save Sarah's voice and the room around him seemed dim and unreal compared to the girl beneath him. His skin seemed to be on fire and every breath he drew in was laced with her scent, now tinged with sweat and lust.
Then he felt her walls tighten around him, her body tensing and her breath freezing in her throat. He felt her pleasure radiate through their bond and it sent him over the edge, a wave of heat and ecstasy humming through his veins as he emptied himself within her.
He collapsed upon the fairy, his head resting against her neck and then he felt it.
Another jolt of pleasure, one so intense he could not begin to describe it. The world turned black as he felt warmth and love and light consuming them, and then he was still. Sarah gasped at the unexpected feeling and her arms tightened around him once more.
In a split second he realised the extent of what he had just done. He hadn't just bedded a lover, no, he forged an elven marriage bond. His father had explained to him what that entailed, and he knew that was what had just happened. He felt exulted joy at the thought that he had found his wife, his life-mate… many elves never bonded...
He kissed the sweet skin of the girl beneath him then gently moved to her side, drawing her into his arms. She smiled softly at him and kissed him gently with lips swollen from his embrace. Legolas traced the line of her cheekbone with a single finger speechless at how beautiful she seemed. She nuzzled closer to him, settling her head upon his shoulder.
He lay quietly listening to her breathing slow as she slipped into sleep. His last thought before he joined her was that Sarah was his, for all eternity.
What he forgot in his bliss was that she didn't know it.
AN:
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