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Chapter Thirty: Husband and Wife

Legolas' sapphire eyes flashed dangerously. Immediately, the four maidens knew that they had gone too far.

"How dare you!" Legolas told them heatedly. "How dare you mock my wife, you cold, arrogant, unpleasant maidens! Never in all my years have I seen anyone from any of the races I have encountered like you! You are more in demeanor and appearance like Orcs than Elves!"

The maidens did not utter a word for some time.

"It is quite alright, Prince. We understand. You are under her spell. We will not take your words to heart. We hope you will soon realize that you are under her merciless and pitiless control." Forfirith said sweetly.

They cast cold looks at Síriel and Celebrindal before leaving.

"Síriel, do not be upset." Celebrindal said soothingly.

Yet the maiden was affected. Her anger and hurt was so great that she felt a sharp, stabbing pain coming from her abdomen.

"Legolas!" she cried.

He caught her before she fell to the ground, a look of worry on his face. Celebrindal threw her friend's train over the Prince's shoulder as he made his way hurriedly into the palace. Fortunately, they met no one, as all the Elves were strolling about in the gardens or the forest. Síriel was laid gently down onto the bed in Legolas' chamber. He hovered in the background as Celebrindal looked after Síriel.

"She is fine. The child is unhurt. The maidens upset her, and she no doubt suffered pain. Síriel, you must not become angry in the future, or you could seriously harm the child and yourself." Celebrindal said.

She took a cloth and wiped her friend's sweet spot.

"See, you have bled a little. But it is nothing too serious." she continued. "Rest, and think of your new life with ernil!"

Legolas thanked her gratefully. Then he saw her to the door.

"Síriel…" he said softly when he returned to his newly wedded wife.

There were tears running down her face.

"Goheno nin." she whispered. "I meant not to put myself and our child at harm. It was just that I was so upset by their remarks."

Legolas wiped her face gently with his thumbs.

"Ú-moe edaved, meleth nín. Henion." he told her. "I will inform my sire about what they said. I will not let it pass lightly."

He smiled down upon her. She had calmed herself and was no longer weeping. Yet, she was still quite nervous.

"Can you believe it?" she said. "We are wedded…"

"Indeed." Legolas replied.

"My poor sire! What will he do without me? I have lived with him for so long that he has come to depend on me for everything, for being at his side always. Now what will he do? What have I done to him?"

Legolas chuckled.

"I am sure he will be quite saddened at first to find that you are no longer with him, as my own sire undoubtedly feels, though with him it is different. I was never close to my sire until very recently, so he will not miss my company as much. In addition, he has his duties as a King, so there will be much to occupy his mind. Your sire no doubt knew that this day was coming, but perhaps he is still in shock that it actually came. He will pine for your company, but after some time he will get used to the fact that you are a wedded lady now. Do not feel guilty." he told her.

She smiled shyly at him.

"Of course…I was being foolish." she said hastily.

"You were not, Síriel." Legolas told her.

He watched as she rose slowly from the bed and went out onto the balcony. The first stars were coming out, and from somewhere below them came the sounds of merry laughter and music. Her hand was on her abdomen, and occasionally she winced. Legolas stood behind her.

"Are you still in pain?" he whispered, nuzzling her neck.

"A little." she admitted.

Síriel felt his hand on the back of her thigh.

"Take me to bed." she whispered, much to his delight.

Legolas carefully scooped her into his arms. She was smiling softly at him, her hands straying to the clasps of his tunic. When they reached the bed, Legolas very slowly lowered the both of them onto it. He felt his tunic come loose; Síriel succeeded. She aided him in pulling it off before her hands removed the belt that held up his leggings. His silver circlet was already tossed aside, and he removed his shoes. Legolas turned his attention now on his wife. She rolled onto her stomach so Legolas could undo her dress ties. To his delight, she wore nothing underneath.

"I will be very gentle, Síriel, as you are expecting." he said.

She laughed as she turned onto her back. Her hands went to his nape and pulled him down onto her. She nipped his shoulder.

"You are always gentle with me, Legolas." she whispered. "Tonight, I submit myself to you wholly. Love me as you desire."

Legolas lifted himself so he could look into her emerald eyes.

"Very well." he said softly. "Place your legs around my waist."

Síriel beamed up at him. He knew this was her favorite position of his. When she had him straddled between her legs, Legolas lowered his mouth onto hers, raising himself onto his knees so he would not crush her. She was scarcely aware of his soft hands as they caressed her lovingly, too absorbed in the passion his kiss held for her. He surprised her by the way he was touching her—very tenderly so as not to hurt her. Legolas was delighted when her hands urged his to repeat the touches.

To Síriel's disappointment he broke their kiss. She moaned quietly, urging him to reforge the kiss with her own mouth. He removed her legs from around his waist. The maiden became aware of his soft lips brushing her stomach, and raising her head, she saw him kissing her stomach. A wave of pain caused her to twitch suddenly.

"Síriel?" came the Prince's anxious voice.

"It was not because of you. The pain in my stomach is troubling me. That is why I submitted myself to you." she replied slowly.

He breathed a sigh of relief. Then he ran his hands up and down her thighs, causing her to moan and writhe in response. Legolas was aware that the flesh between his legs was stirring. He caught hold of her arms and pulled her up so that she was sitting in his lap.

"Le annon veleth nín…" he whispered into her ears.

"Gerich veleth nín…" she replied.

He nuzzled her face for a few moments before assaulting her lips again. Síriel ran her hands over his smooth chest before encircling his neck. They both could feel the heat radiating from each other's bodies— the heat of their ardent love for each other. Every time Legolas made love to Síriel, the maiden felt that she was burning in his love. It was the most purifying feeling she had ever experienced, and the most enjoyable.

The Prince maneuvered his young wife's legs around his waist again. He looked deeply into her eyes before lowering her back onto the bed. After making sure that her hold on him with her legs was secure, he shifted his weight onto his right knee, and in the next instant he entered into her body. Síriel arched towards him slightly before collapsing back onto the bed. He placed a comforting hand on her neck, and with the other better directed his swollen organ deeper into her sweet spot. His eyes were focused on her face, noticing the change of expressions as she sensed what was happening. One of her hands grasped his blond silken hair as the feeling of him inside of her began to intensify. She tossed her head back and forth, causing her hair to splay everywhere. Legolas heard her whimpering softly as he moaned quietly under his breath. He was trying not to inflict any unnecessary pain on his beloved, which he did not have to fear, as he never did that. At last, the climax they were both anticipating came. Legolas moaned. Síriel gasped, and they both clung to each other as they rode out their orgasms. The Prince fell beside his wife onto the bed, panting in exhaustion. Síriel's breathing was quite rapid.

"Hervenn nín, meleth nín…" she said softly after some time.

"Hervess nín, meleth nín…" Legolas replied lovingly to her.

Sindarin Translations:

Hervenn nín: my husband

Hervess nín: my wife