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VERY IMPORTANT AUTHOR'S NOTE:: I should like to inform you that this chapter has a…well, a love scene in it. It's not anything terribly graphic (I hope, I don't have much that I've seen to compare it to!) but it's a hellavalot more than I've attempted to write before. I hope it's not bad. Alright, you've been warned. I'm not responsible for any virgin minds being scarred, either by my terrible writing or the love scene itself. That's what I wanted to say. Kay. On we go…

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Mithrendol led Cefielle slowly to his chamber, enjoying watching the anticipation grow on her. Her vibrant green eyes glowed with excitement. Luckily, they did not meet any other being on the way there, so in the morning there would be no questions to why they were together.

Unless they come from Cefielle's sisters…he thought without concern. But I care not about them.

They reached the chamber door and Mithrendol opened it for her. Cefielle smiled brightly at him and walked in quickly.

She gasped when she heard the door slam loudly. Legolas looked at her, embarrassed. "Sorry. I didn't mean to let it slam." He said shyly.

Cefielle turned to him and grinned lightly. "It's fine. It hasn't ruined the mood, has it?"

She boldly approached him and gently rested her hands on his broad shoulders. Legolas's embarrassed face faded and was replaced by one laced with desire.

"No, it hasn't." He replied slowly, looking at her slyly.

Cefielle waited as he stood perfectly still for a moment, but gasped when he suddenly reached up, grasped her wrists and trust her forward. His lips collided with her own in a powerful, frantic kiss. Cefielle felt his hands release her wrists but then grasp her waist, gripping her body to him tightly. It was like he thought she would try to escape somehow and leave him. But she wouldn't be doing that.

Mithrendol smiled mid-kiss as he felt Cefielle's small hands digging at the edges of his collar, trying to undress him too early. Again he reached down easily and imprisoned her with an iron grip of his hands. His lips left her open mouth and moved down to her throat, and he kissed the pulsating, beating vein in her neck. Cefielle sighed and threw her head back, submitting to him. He worked his way down to her exposed collarbone. He traced it with his tongue slowly, the taste of her skin sweet in his mouth.

Cefielle moaned softly, and then did something Mithrendol didn't expect, as she had never done it before. She reached her hand down and twisted it into his long blonde hair and pulled him up, forcing her mouth to his once again. It startled Mithrendol, that his lover had become so bold, but he liked it. His hands moved over her body swiftly, her curves, her chest hitching in panting breaths.

Mithrendol's hands curled around Cefielle's back, and he found the on her dress. Slowly, he began to undo them. Cefielle was working on his clothing too, for she had already found the means to get his jerkin off of him, and now she was working on the buttons of his tunic.

Finally, Mithrendol undid the last button, then used his hands to carefully slide the long dress off Cefielle's shoulders. The fabric piled at her feet, revealing her exposed and beautiful form. At the same time, Cefielle tore off Mithendol's tunic, leaving him shirtless.

They laid down in bed together like that. Mithrendol wanted to touch and taste every part of Cefielle's body before he made love to her. He grinned madly as he saw the effect he had on her. She gasped and whispered things to him as he held her down and did what he wanted to her body.

His greatest pleasure came when she began to beg him to make love to her. He purposely took longer than needed to completely undress because of it.

The act was an act of passion and violence. Both of them knew they would get out of bed the next morning with suspicious-looking marks they would have to cover up with clothing. And neither of them minded. At all.

Cefielle took in the experience as if from outside her own body. It was so overwhelming…her love for Legolas being answered in one night and one night only. Nothing in her wildest fantasies could compare to this. And when she felt Legolas trembling above her, succumbing to a pleasure so great it even tortured him, and when she felt her own body succumbing as well, she felt complete.

Legolas sighed once, the sound of his breathing deep and husky. Cefielle lay still as he lifted himself gently off of her, landing with a plop in the soft sheets on the other side of the bed. She watched with a weak smile as he lazily looked at her and grinned back.

"You love me?" He asked her.

"I do." She answered without hesitation. "Valar, Legolas…if you were the only elf living in the whole of Middle Earth…as long as it was you, I wouldn't mind at all."

"Nor would I." Legolas told her.

He moved closer to her, crawling across the bed like a cat. He set himself back down so that his arms were close enough to reach around and embrace her. Cefielle warmly invited his body next to hers.

Suddenly, Legolas spoke: "Cefielle, we're going to get married."

Cefielle turned her head, her expression only half-surprised. "What?" She thought she had heard him wrong, but that was impossible.

"I said that we're going to get married." Legolas repeated, smiling as though she already knew.

Cefielle was at a loss for words. "When?" She whispered.

Legolas turned his glowing blue eyes to the ceiling. "I don't care. As long as I'm with you for the rest of my living days, I don't care when nor where we get married. As long as we're married."

Legolas turned towards her again, a pout slowly forming on his face. "You will marry me, right?"

Cefielle blinked. "Of course I will." She said brightly. "How could I refuse you?"

Legolas didn't answer. He simply smiled at her and tenderly brushed the palm of his hand across her cheek.

"I love you." He then declared, so purely that Cefielle couldn't resist leaning forward and kissing him one more time.

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In the morning, Mithrendol awoke to something he hadn't heard in many months. It was the sound of birds singing. He felt a warm body shift in the bed next him. Turning his head and lightly brushing his long hair out of his eyes, he stared in awe at the woman laying asleep next to him.

He smiled widely. She's mine now…He thought with delight. She's mine and she'll be mine forever…along with everything else that belonged to him.

"Him", referring to Legolas, of course. Mithrendol frowned as his enemy came to his mind. He didn't wish to think of him in this happy hour…one of the first of many happy hours he would spend in this body. His body.

The weak fall, the strong survive.

Mithrendol glanced up at the fresh sunlight shining through the sheer window curtains. A soft breeze blew the curtain aside and a bright beam of sunlight shone into the room. Mithrendol got up, carefully climbing over his lover's body, as not to wake her. He calmly walked to the window and threw open the curtain, not minding that he had no clothes on. He greedily sucked in the sweet breeze into this lungs, grinning like a madman.

"Legolas?" A voice asked. "What on earth are you doing?"

Mithrendol started. He had not expected Cefielle to wake. Shaking away his surprise, he smiled again.

"Good morning, Melamin." He said as he walked back to the bed and kissed her hair.

"Good morning," Cefielle returned, giggling in her regular girlish fashion. "Do you normally gaze out the open window with no clothes on?"

"Now I do." Mithrendol quickly answered. He kissed her again, this time on the cheek. "So should we go and tell my father the news?"

Cefielle frowned. "What news?"

Mithrendol grinned and shook his head at her. "Why, the news that we're going to be married, of course."

Cefielle's expression did not change. "Legolas…don't you think it's a bit soon for that? You've only just arrived back home."

Mithrendol's mouth tightened into a straight line.

"You're right." He said after a minute of thinking. "We should wait. At least until later this afternoon."

With that, he threw himself on her, encircling his arms around her small body and kissing her. Cefielle squealed and playfully tried to escape his grasp, but it was no use. He had her.

That was the way Mithrendol liked it.

And that was the way it was going to stay.

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Lalala…ok, it's short, but it's better than nothing. So how was the love scene? Kinda...steamy, huh? I don't know if I should raise the story rating to R because of it or what! Help! Oh, and PLEASE Keep in mind that this will not become a Legomance. Right now it's more of a Mithrendol-o-mance. But anyway, that's not the point! The point is it's not a Legomance! I know it seems like it is but…ARGH! Just trust me on that one. Thank you guys! I look forward to your replies, as always!