Chapter 13
Legolas tenderly took Silva's hand.
"We should start heading back," he said. "My father will be thinking that I 1) can't find you or 2) have killed, neither of which I wish him to think. Also, we are quite deep in the forest, it will take a while for us to return to the castle." Silva nodded.
"All right," she said, still not believing that this was reality. They set at a slow pace. She began to giggle. Legolas looked at her curiously. "What will your father say about this?" He smiled.
"I think he will be shocked," replied the Crown Prince. "I have to say, I myself am quite shocked. I never knew I could feel like this for anybody."
"I thought you hated me and have done so for the past year," she said, "so you can imagine my thoughts."
"I'm so sorry, Silvawen," he said, sincerely.
"Please call me Silva," she said. "The only other people that call me Silvawen are Galadriel, Elrond and my sisters when they are angry."
"Silva it is then," he said. "But, seriously, I had no right to treat you the way did. It was uncalled for and wrong."
"I've already told you, it does not matter," she said, squeezing his hand reassuringly. They walked for a while as Legolas summoned all his courage her something. It was such a simple question. 'I have nothing to lose,' he thought, 'I might as well just ask her.'
"Silva," he said, startling her slightly. They came to a halt. "Can I ask you something?"
"With pleasure," she said.
"May I....?" he begun.
"Yes?" she prompted.
"May I.... kiss you?" he asked, cautiously. She smiled and blushed slightly.
"Of course you can," she said. "You have no need to ask." She took a step towards him and he wrapped an arm around her waist. Her lips lightly brushed his before the actual kiss.
She enjoyed the sensations that coursed through her body. The feel of his lips moving against hers. It was what she dreamed of almost every night for the past year, except this was so much better. She slipped her arms over his shoulders and around his neck, so she was completely pressed against him. She was very shocked when she felt his desire hardening in his leggings and pressing against her hip. A slight smile curved to her lips. There was no doubt that he was enjoying it.
When they eventually broke apart, she grinned at him.
"By the feel of things that was to your satisfaction" she said, cheekily. He looked at the ground and his cheeks coloured, though it wasn't that obvious in the twilight.
"Sorry," he mumbled.
"Oh, don't be," she said. "It's quite flattering that I have that effect."
"Well, that's all right then," he said, drawing her closer again.
Their lips locked together once more, but more fiercely this time. Legolas' hands wandered over her exquisite curves as hers clutched his firm rear. She felt him loosen the lacing of the bodice. She tensed up. He stopped and looked at her with concern.
"If you do not wish it, I shall stop," he said, his voice barely above a whisper. She took a deep breath.
"No, no it's ok." She stumbled over her words.
Legolas sensed she was nervous so he slowed down. He gently unlaced the bodice and ran his hand across her back, making her shudder with delight. As he did, he leant forward to claim her lips. He ran his tongue along her bottom lip to coax her mouth open. She gave in to temptation and let him enter. Their tongues danced in and out of each other's mouths, as items of clothing were slowly lost.
She slid her hands under his tunic and skimmed the alabaster skin that she knew lay hidden beneath. She felt a sudden yearning to see it with her own eyes. Of their own accord, her hands fumbled their way to the front and started to undo the buttons of the tunic. She pushed it of his shoulders and it fell silently to the ground. She let her hands drift over the silk- like skin that covered well-built, defined muscles. She then began to tease the waistband of his leggings.
He broke the contact of their lips and trailed kisses down her neck and over her now bared shoulders. In doing so he noticed four parallel lines, about six inches long, running over her left shoulder. He momentarily pondered over how she got this scar (that looked remarkably like nail marks) that marred her otherwise flawless skin. He decided to ask later and not to spoil the moment. He pushed her dress over her hips and it hit the floor with a barely audible thud. He stopped kissing her to admire her ethereal form in the moonlight. It was a sight that would fill his dreams for years to come. She was the embodiment of time and the epitome of perfection, and she was his.
"What have I done to deserve you?" he growled huskily.
Her breath was rapidly accelerating, partly from lust and want and partly from anxiety. Contrary to common belief, she had not lost her virginity. Although she had never formerly believed in love, she had a rather unpleasant reputation. She was unsure of whether or not to tell Legolas. If she told him, he may no longer want her and if she didn't tell him, he may think her useless and not want her again.
"Legolas, before we continue, there's something you need to know," she said as he took her in his arms again, letting his hands explore. "I haven't... I mean... this is the first time I've..." she trailed off. He looked at her, slightly surprised at her confession. He had presumed otherwise. She lowered her head and stared at the floor but he tilted her chin back up to him. She looked him in the eye.
"I shall only do what you feel comfortable with," he said, gently. "And you must tell me to stop if it is too much, for I should rather die than hurt you." Comforted by his words, she nodded her head and he claimed lips once again.
Only one thing stood in the way of her goal. She hooked her thumbs into the waistband and peeled his trousers off, to reveal his hardened length. Her eyes widened a little. That was impressive, even with all the things she'd heard about Elven men in mind.
He couldn't wait much longer. He needed to be in her. He wanted her so badly yet he knew he must be careful and gently and slow. He would take it as slowly as she wished it to, as he would not break his promise to her. But it had to be soon.
Placing his hands on her waist, he pulled her towards the nearest tree. When he felt his back connect with it, he slid down into a sitting position, once again pulling her with him. She knelt straddling him, as she would a horse. She wasn't sure what to expect. He sensed her uneasiness.
"You must not worry, Silva," he said soothingly. "I will not hurt you, as I promised. You may feel some discomfort initially, but that is not how it will always be. Are you ready?" She hesitated.
"I-I don't know what to do," she murmured.
"I will guide you," he said. "Are you sure you want to do this?" She nodded. He put his hands on her hips and lowered her onto his aching need. He slid into her slowly and smoothly.
She was catapulted into a pool of bliss and pain. She'd never experienced anything like it. She impaled herself fully and let out a groan. All her muscles clenched around him. He knew if he pulled out now he would cause her severe suffering, so he waited for her to relax. When she did, he encouraged her hips with his hands to lift and then lowered her a second time. She got into a rhythm and the ache subsided. Now she was in absolute euphoria.
The telltale stirrings in the pit of his stomach told him his peak was gradually approaching. For one so inexperienced, she knew exactly the right way to make a man feel young again. His hips began to buck upwards to meet her thrusts, heightening both their pleasure. He knew he was nearly there.
Her breath came in short, sharp pants. The feel of him twisting and writhing beneath was close to pushing her over the edge. When she finally found her release, she screamed his name as her body was wracked with spasms of ecstasy. A few seconds later, she felt his last thrust and the same wave swept over him. She felt the hotness of his seed spreading within her and she collapsed onto him, resting her head on his shoulder.
The two sat panting heavily, trying to regain their breath. Silva had a big grin on her face and tears of joy left glistening tracks.
"I love you," she whispered.
"I love you too."
Legolas tenderly took Silva's hand.
"We should start heading back," he said. "My father will be thinking that I 1) can't find you or 2) have killed, neither of which I wish him to think. Also, we are quite deep in the forest, it will take a while for us to return to the castle." Silva nodded.
"All right," she said, still not believing that this was reality. They set at a slow pace. She began to giggle. Legolas looked at her curiously. "What will your father say about this?" He smiled.
"I think he will be shocked," replied the Crown Prince. "I have to say, I myself am quite shocked. I never knew I could feel like this for anybody."
"I thought you hated me and have done so for the past year," she said, "so you can imagine my thoughts."
"I'm so sorry, Silvawen," he said, sincerely.
"Please call me Silva," she said. "The only other people that call me Silvawen are Galadriel, Elrond and my sisters when they are angry."
"Silva it is then," he said. "But, seriously, I had no right to treat you the way did. It was uncalled for and wrong."
"I've already told you, it does not matter," she said, squeezing his hand reassuringly. They walked for a while as Legolas summoned all his courage her something. It was such a simple question. 'I have nothing to lose,' he thought, 'I might as well just ask her.'
"Silva," he said, startling her slightly. They came to a halt. "Can I ask you something?"
"With pleasure," she said.
"May I....?" he begun.
"Yes?" she prompted.
"May I.... kiss you?" he asked, cautiously. She smiled and blushed slightly.
"Of course you can," she said. "You have no need to ask." She took a step towards him and he wrapped an arm around her waist. Her lips lightly brushed his before the actual kiss.
She enjoyed the sensations that coursed through her body. The feel of his lips moving against hers. It was what she dreamed of almost every night for the past year, except this was so much better. She slipped her arms over his shoulders and around his neck, so she was completely pressed against him. She was very shocked when she felt his desire hardening in his leggings and pressing against her hip. A slight smile curved to her lips. There was no doubt that he was enjoying it.
When they eventually broke apart, she grinned at him.
"By the feel of things that was to your satisfaction" she said, cheekily. He looked at the ground and his cheeks coloured, though it wasn't that obvious in the twilight.
"Sorry," he mumbled.
"Oh, don't be," she said. "It's quite flattering that I have that effect."
"Well, that's all right then," he said, drawing her closer again.
Their lips locked together once more, but more fiercely this time. Legolas' hands wandered over her exquisite curves as hers clutched his firm rear. She felt him loosen the lacing of the bodice. She tensed up. He stopped and looked at her with concern.
"If you do not wish it, I shall stop," he said, his voice barely above a whisper. She took a deep breath.
"No, no it's ok." She stumbled over her words.
Legolas sensed she was nervous so he slowed down. He gently unlaced the bodice and ran his hand across her back, making her shudder with delight. As he did, he leant forward to claim her lips. He ran his tongue along her bottom lip to coax her mouth open. She gave in to temptation and let him enter. Their tongues danced in and out of each other's mouths, as items of clothing were slowly lost.
She slid her hands under his tunic and skimmed the alabaster skin that she knew lay hidden beneath. She felt a sudden yearning to see it with her own eyes. Of their own accord, her hands fumbled their way to the front and started to undo the buttons of the tunic. She pushed it of his shoulders and it fell silently to the ground. She let her hands drift over the silk- like skin that covered well-built, defined muscles. She then began to tease the waistband of his leggings.
He broke the contact of their lips and trailed kisses down her neck and over her now bared shoulders. In doing so he noticed four parallel lines, about six inches long, running over her left shoulder. He momentarily pondered over how she got this scar (that looked remarkably like nail marks) that marred her otherwise flawless skin. He decided to ask later and not to spoil the moment. He pushed her dress over her hips and it hit the floor with a barely audible thud. He stopped kissing her to admire her ethereal form in the moonlight. It was a sight that would fill his dreams for years to come. She was the embodiment of time and the epitome of perfection, and she was his.
"What have I done to deserve you?" he growled huskily.
Her breath was rapidly accelerating, partly from lust and want and partly from anxiety. Contrary to common belief, she had not lost her virginity. Although she had never formerly believed in love, she had a rather unpleasant reputation. She was unsure of whether or not to tell Legolas. If she told him, he may no longer want her and if she didn't tell him, he may think her useless and not want her again.
"Legolas, before we continue, there's something you need to know," she said as he took her in his arms again, letting his hands explore. "I haven't... I mean... this is the first time I've..." she trailed off. He looked at her, slightly surprised at her confession. He had presumed otherwise. She lowered her head and stared at the floor but he tilted her chin back up to him. She looked him in the eye.
"I shall only do what you feel comfortable with," he said, gently. "And you must tell me to stop if it is too much, for I should rather die than hurt you." Comforted by his words, she nodded her head and he claimed lips once again.
Only one thing stood in the way of her goal. She hooked her thumbs into the waistband and peeled his trousers off, to reveal his hardened length. Her eyes widened a little. That was impressive, even with all the things she'd heard about Elven men in mind.
He couldn't wait much longer. He needed to be in her. He wanted her so badly yet he knew he must be careful and gently and slow. He would take it as slowly as she wished it to, as he would not break his promise to her. But it had to be soon.
Placing his hands on her waist, he pulled her towards the nearest tree. When he felt his back connect with it, he slid down into a sitting position, once again pulling her with him. She knelt straddling him, as she would a horse. She wasn't sure what to expect. He sensed her uneasiness.
"You must not worry, Silva," he said soothingly. "I will not hurt you, as I promised. You may feel some discomfort initially, but that is not how it will always be. Are you ready?" She hesitated.
"I-I don't know what to do," she murmured.
"I will guide you," he said. "Are you sure you want to do this?" She nodded. He put his hands on her hips and lowered her onto his aching need. He slid into her slowly and smoothly.
She was catapulted into a pool of bliss and pain. She'd never experienced anything like it. She impaled herself fully and let out a groan. All her muscles clenched around him. He knew if he pulled out now he would cause her severe suffering, so he waited for her to relax. When she did, he encouraged her hips with his hands to lift and then lowered her a second time. She got into a rhythm and the ache subsided. Now she was in absolute euphoria.
The telltale stirrings in the pit of his stomach told him his peak was gradually approaching. For one so inexperienced, she knew exactly the right way to make a man feel young again. His hips began to buck upwards to meet her thrusts, heightening both their pleasure. He knew he was nearly there.
Her breath came in short, sharp pants. The feel of him twisting and writhing beneath was close to pushing her over the edge. When she finally found her release, she screamed his name as her body was wracked with spasms of ecstasy. A few seconds later, she felt his last thrust and the same wave swept over him. She felt the hotness of his seed spreading within her and she collapsed onto him, resting her head on his shoulder.
The two sat panting heavily, trying to regain their breath. Silva had a big grin on her face and tears of joy left glistening tracks.
"I love you," she whispered.
"I love you too."