DISCLAIMER: not taking credit for any LOTR characters.
AUTHOR'S NOTE: Once again, I must suggest total discretion with this chapter. If you are easily offended, or not allowed to read sexual content then please go to the next chapter.
Chapter 12The cooling night air carried an earthly floral scent. A transparent ghostly mist; caused from the sun warmed water meeting a cooler atmosphere, slowly rose from the pond. It spread like a dream and made the secluded world seem softer.
Legolas slowly walked to the center of the clearing and looked up at the stars. They were one of his favorite sights; which soothed and calmed him. He took a deep cleansing breath and slowly released the air. He felt Melayren's presence behind him and turned his gaze, looking for her over his shoulder.
Melayren stood arms length behind him. She observed, in amazement, at the way moonlight illuminated his skin and hair. She wanted to reach out and touch the shimmering golden strands. She knew without doing so, how those cool, smooth tendrils would feel.
He turned, taking a step toward her and she opened the straw basket to remove a dark blue bottle. Unstopping the bottleneck, she held it out to Legolas. He took the cool glass container and sniffed the opening. Instantly his eyes widened and he looked at Melayren in amazement, "Feywine! Where did you get this?"
Melayren giggled and took out two small tumblers and handed one to Legolas. "I packed it when we set out from Rivendell. I knew I'd find a special occasion indulge in."
Legolas laughed and they sat down on the thick, spongy grass. "I have not had Feywine in almost two years. It was a wonderful celebration…well…we don't need to talk about that. We could save a little for Gimli to try. It would lighten his disappointment with the loss to the young girl…"
Melayren's eyes glittered with delight and she placed her hand on his arm, " I don't think it would be wise to let Gimli drink this. You know what it can do to someone who is not accustomed to this kind of nectar."
Legolas smiled and looked into Melayren's eyes, "That is what would be interesting to see. I also know how it can effect even the most experienced partaker." He poured a small amount into each glass and they sat in comfortable silence.
Melayren moved a little closer to Legolas and leaned her head on his shoulder. He shifted slightly to wrap his left arm around her shoulder. They listened to the nocturnal animals and sipped the cool honey wine.
Melayren's head rested against his chest and she asked, "Was my singing adequate to your taste?" She felt a tiny bit insecure about his opinion. She hoped that he enjoyed the performance.
Legolas smiled and lightly brushed his lips across her right temple, "Your voice can bring life to a defeated man. You can turn the coldest heart to lava. You are…"
"Okay, okay. I should not have questioned it," she laughed. Melayren moved closer to him and turned her face upward. She looked deep into his darkened blue eyes. Burning desire forced her to reach up and softly touched his lower lip with her forefinger.
Legolas looked into her impassioned eyes and his own breathing became shallow and strained. She moved closer and her hands moved around Legolas' neck and continued up to the sides of his velvety cheeks. Her fingers slowly burrowed into his silky hair and pulled him gently toward her. Legolas leaned in closely to trace her lips with his thumb and yearned to feel them with his own.
There was no hesitation or resistance. Their lips touched. The kiss was whisper soft and filled with the quiet, desperate longing of two individuals that has waited so very long for their soul mate. Legolas laced his long fingers through her loose, shoulder length hair. His mouth kissed her tenderly. Melayren parted her lips slightly and pushed forward to capture his lips with more intensity. Legolas, in total surrender and participation, eased his tongue between her hungry lips and drew her tongue into a slow, seductive dance. Heat spread through each of their bodies. Elven Magic, once more, flowed and charged the air around them. The emotions between them had become too strong to ignore.
Legolas wrapped his arms around Melayren and held her closer. The kiss seemed to go on forever and then slowly he drew back to look into her desire darkened eyes. Her beauty struck him like a hard blow. "You are so beautiful," he whispered.
Melayren touched his cheek and confessed, "I have never found, in all my years or in all my travels, anyone to match your perfection. You, and you alone, hold my heart to your will."
Legolas felt all reserve break away and all of his emotions flowed through him in a flood. He knew without a doubt that Melayren was the only soul he would ever be able to show his inner self to. A wall came down and his face showed anguish, amazement, fear, and love all at once. Tears, from many years of reserve, welled in Legolas' eyes and he felt no shame.
Melayren gently wiped away the tears that rolled down one of his flawlessly chiseled cheeks. She gathered him in her arms and the second kiss deepened to near savagery. Legolas was certain of one thing; this was the elf that he would love until his dying day. He had kissed many elf maidens throughout his life, but he knew with every fiber of his being that loving Melayren would feel like his first wondrous time.
A groan sounded from Melayren's mouth and she pressed closer, fumbling urgently with the buttons of his tunic. She flattened her hands on his bare chest and marveled at the long and lean muscles that ran from his shoulders to his waistband. His top slid off easily and she tossed it aside. She trailed her tongue across his tight chest and flames, like little silver fish, ran through her blood. From the gasp that escaped Legolas, she could see that he was feeling the same.
Melayren leaned forward and kissed the soft hallow spot at the base of Legolas' throat. Legolas softly groaned as he lowered his head and pressed a hot moist kiss at the curve of her throat and shoulder. He moved with tormenting slowness and Melayren began to tremble with wild yearning. Melayren felt the thin robes pull away from her body and slide down her naked back.
There didn't seem to be a way to stop the raging emotions that Legolas felt and he only wanted to ease the longing that surged through his body. Each of their senses burst into flame and filled every core with erotic gratification.
Legolas' hands moved to the base of Melayren's spine to glide his fingertips up and down her back. Sensations coursed throughout her body, giving her chills and causing her ligaments to fatigue. Legolas felt that she was on the verge of nerve collapse. He rocked into a kneeling position and raised her carefully to sit on his lap. He wanted to feel and taste every inch of her body and he expertly slid his tongue across her damp skin. His hands slid lovingly down her sides and cupped her bottom, pulling her in closer. The junction between her legs came into intimate contact against him. The only thing between her white-hot passions was the thin material of Legolas' trousers.
Legolas' tongue teased her slightly parted lips, urging her to kiss him deeply. She tasted of honey flavored wine and smelled of wild flowers. Naked flesh fused with naked flesh. Legolas cupped her breasts with each palm and Melayren threw her head back, crying out with extreme pleasure. Melayren placed her hands on the tops of Legolas' shoulders and began moving her hips in a slow, sensual circular motion. Desire exploded throughout Legolas' body.
Panting and hot with need, Melayren reached between her thighs and released the buttons at Legolas' waistband. Legolas held Melayren as he pushed forward and placed her back on her fallen robes. He eased from his remaining clothing and settled above Melayren. She drew him down upon her, his hair streaming around her face, curtaining the soft glow of moonlight. She loved the feel and smell of his hair. It was fresh like the sunshine and soft as the petals of the Niphredil.
Melayren moved her hands ran the length of his ribs and around to his buttocks. Legolas kissed her mouth as her hands softly squeezed, influencing him to move. He ground his hips against hers and rubbed himself against the warm, damp valley at the y-junction, between her inner thighs. Her knees came up and over his hips while he stifled her 'mew' like whimpers with his soft, warm lips.
Legolas gasped for breath when he slowly rocked forward and entered her wet female flesh. Her folds felt like a warm silky blanket that he never wanted to leave. Legolas groaned aloud and buried his head in her shoulder. She was everything that he had imagines and longed for. She had become his comfort and home.
She moaned with pleasure as he glided in and out of her in lazy intervals. His rhythmic pumping created small waves of heat. The waves spread from one end of her body to the other. Legolas slowly increased the speed and intensity. She held him tight as she matched him in timing and thrust. Their Elven awareness magnified each sense and wave after wave of climatic sensation washed over the two simultaneously. They both cried out and reached the glorious peak together.
Wave upon climatic wave flowed like the tide from the Sea, crashing to shore. Both clung to the other and struggled for life giving breath. The release had been such that every nerve ending throughout their bodies demanded rest.
Lying in each other's arms, Melayren pulled one of her robes around them in a secure cocoon. Legolas traced Melayren's jaw with his thumb. They remained quiet, but shared a long and deep kiss. There, under the stars, they drifted into a restful sleep.
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Legolas wrapped his arms around Melayren and buried his face in her hair. Breathing in her scent affected him much greater than the glass of elven wine had. His mind played over their blissful lovemaking and he wished she were awake to relive it with him, once more. Melayren was resting peacefully, with unfocused eyes half closed.
He had woken some time after he and Melayren slept under the large Oak tree, near the pond. Melayren had stirred slightly in her sleep and the soft sound of her sigh was enough to arouse him again. Legolas' hand lightly touched her outer thigh and he trailed his fingers upward and over her right hip. He watched her for an indication that she was waking.
Melayren had stretched and her eyes focused on Legolas as his hand stroked her inner thigh. She smiled, had taken his face in both hands and brought him in for a slow deep kiss. Melayren had then taken the aggressive and initiated an erotic tongue play. Their passion swelled and Melayren rolled into a position over Legolas, to straddle him. She hadn't ended her kiss and Legolas could only surrender to her will.
Melayren broke the kiss and slowly ran her hand down his stomach to his full stiffness and guided his hardened shaft deep inside of her. She threw her head back, groaned and began to rock her hips forward and backward. Her movements on him were with incredible precision and ease.
Legolas struggled to keep his eyes open due to the intense pleasure she had created with her drive. He hadn't wanted to miss a moment of the wondrous expressions that played across her lovely face.
Melayren shivered and cried out when he had traced his fingers up her spine with feathery strokes and around her rib cage to seductively touch her breasts. He pulled her down and captured one of her breast in his mouth, lightly grazing his teeth across her nipple. She had climaxed first, but he had been very close behind her. He'd kept his eyes fixed on her glowing face as she sat back slightly and regained her breathing.
He rose slowly to a sitting position and held her in place, so that she didn't slide off his lap. Without realizing, he had brushed her hair from her cheek and uttered, "I love you, Mel."
Her reply echoed through his mind even now as he held his sleeping elf goddess in his arms. "And I love you, Legolas. Always…" He had finally become complete. He understood how it felt for Aragorn and Arwen. The amount of sacrifices was endless when love was concerned.