NOTE: the last sentence of Legolas' was inspired from an RPG I was in. And I'm really sorry that the picture for the previous chapter didn't work. That picture was what inspired this whole story! After having one of the Sindarin mods at Council of Elrond check my Sindarin phrases, some errors were found. I will change them once I have time. When I do, I will inform you via a Note which chapters I modified and provide you with the corrections. I thank everyone who has been reviewing and enjoying my story. Get a fan ready just in case! ;)

Chapter Twenty-two: A Night's Desire, and Coming of Age

Síriel was quiet as the door closed behind her and Legolas. The events that had just taken place seemed like a dream to her. It could not be real. There was no way that Legolas, in his right mind, would choose to wed her. It was just not possible. She felt a cool breeze playing softly against her cheeks and went to the balcony. She needed to think alone.

"Síriel, are you alright?" Legolas asked her.

She felt his hands around her waist as he pressed her against him.

"I am not sure what to make of all of this." she said quietly.

Legolas laughed softly into her ear.

"If you are worried that they took offense to what I said, then do not be. They deserved to be told that. They think that because they are officials in my sire's court that the law is beneath them and only reserved for people of lower status, that they can do whatever they please. It is high time they were put in their proper places. Nevertheless, everything I said I meant, every single word, Síriel." he told her.

She turned to look into his sapphire eyes. In them she read his deep love for her, and she returned her own feelings with her own eyes.

"Then you do love me?" she asked.

Legolas shook his head and chuckled.

"Still you do not believe me?" he said.

"It is not that I do not believe you…" she answered.

"Then, what?"

She blushed.

"Do you love me?" Legolas questioned her.

She looked at the floor, but found his hand under her chin, lifting it slowly so that she was gazing into his eyes once more.

"Well, do you, Síriel?" he repeated.

She looked away from him before whispering:

"I do, Legolas."

She felt his hand turn her face towards him. His lips descended onto hers as he pulled her to his chest tightly. She could sense all the passion he had for her through his kiss, and she knew that he was the only one who would ever understand her, the only one she would ever want to wed. With one arm cupping her face, he let the other slip about her waist. He heard her moaning pleasurably in response to his kiss.

Suddenly, he lifted her into his arms. There was only one thing on his mind now. He managed to open the door leading to his private chambers with one hand. Placing her on a chair, he poured her a goblet of wine and gave it to her. Then he sat next to her with his own goblet. If he wanted to pursue what he desired, he would have to do so at her own pace. He did not wish to do something too sudden and alarm her.

Síriel saw him place his goblet on the table between them. With a smile on his face, he went and knelt before her, taking her goblet away. She looked at him in puzzlement. He pulled her face down carefully so that she met him midway for a kiss, one of his hands cupping her nape. She was tense in the beginning, but then she relaxed. Legolas made sure that she was completely at ease before attempting his next move.

The maiden was aware that Legolas had placed his free hand around her waist, at a lower place than usual. This surprised her a bit. His hand on her nape was now slowly sliding up and down her back. After several trips, it stopped at her dress ties and began to undo them. Then she looked into his eyes and understood his intentions.

"I will not do so without your consent, Síriel." he told her, as she broke their kiss and he stopped undoing her dress ties.

She thought for a few moments. She did desire it, but she was nervous. She knew her sire would never approve. Half of her told her not to do it, but the other half urged her onward. She gave in to her desire.

Tracing his jawbone with her fingertips, she replied:

"You have my consent."

He lifted her from the chair onto his lap, resuming their kiss. With his slender fingertips, Legolas managed to relocate her dress ties, and set about undoing them. It took him some time, but he was rewarded when the top part of her dress fell away to reveal her corset underneath. He moaned at the sight of her body slowly appearing before his eyes.

Legolas slowly rose to his feet. Síriel wrapped her legs around his waist, and she felt the flesh between his legs stirring at the friction she had caused over it. He made his way slowly to his expansive bed and drew the hangings aside. Carefully he seated himself on the edge and began to nuzzle her face. She wrapped her arms around his neck, eyes closed in complete ecstasy of the moment. The Prince slid one hand under her skirts onto her bare thigh, causing Síriel to shiver slightly and gasp at the feeling of his hand. She knew he was removing her skirts.

With a small smile, Síriel tilted her head downward. Legolas saw her hands attacking his tunic's fastens, and when she had succeeded, he managed to remove it while wrapping each of his hands in turn around her back so she would not fall off his lap. Next, she made for his leggings, removing the belt that held them up, her eyes sparkling as they simply slid to the floor while Legolas lifted her. As soon as they hit the floor, she felt her skirts slip off of her legs. They were both almost wholly unclad, she in her corset and under-dress, Legolas in his robe. But they saw to it in due time. Within a matter of seconds, they both wore nothing at all.

Legolas slid them both under his bed-sheets. Síriel, being new at this experience, surrendered herself completely to her lover. She had her arms wrapped around his neck still, delighting at the gentle touches she was receiving. Legolas felt the firmness of her body between his hands with a satisfied smile. He ran his hand from her neck, onto her stomach, and finally down her legs, feeling Síriel tremble in response. In turn, her fingers wandered across his face and onto his bare chest. When they strayed dangerously close to his groin, Legolas moaned quietly. Síriel felt the flesh between his legs stirring against her body.

All at once, Legolas entered his swollen organ into her body. The maiden's back arched at the unexpected feeling of him inside of her. Legolas lowered his head and kissed her breasts, then nuzzled her neck again. Her hands were in his hair again, grasping it sharply. A fine sheen of sweat appeared on both of their bodies as they whimpered quietly. Síriel found herself breathing hard. She wrapped her legs around Legolas' waist, causing him to emit a pleasurable moan as he found himself able to reach deeper inside of her. He felt the oncoming climax and trailed wet kisses from Síriel's neck to her left ear, which he bit gently. Gripping the sheets tightly in his hands, he thrust once, twice, three times. Síriel cried out his name quietly as his seed spilled into her. They both clung to each other as they rode out their orgasms.

Not speaking a word for some time, Legolas and Síriel lay side by side, attempting to regain their breaths after the ardent activity.

"I have come of age today, Legolas. This has been quite a way for me to celebrate. First The Choosing, and now this." Síriel whispered.

Legolas looked at her.

"You are so young!" he exclaimed.

"Indeed, and I feel more so when compared to you." she told him.

"Do not feel that way. However, what is age to us, the ageless?"

She smiled at him. He saw her emerald eyes regarding him lovingly, and as he made to kiss her, they closed. She had fallen asleep.