Authors Note: Once again, I must worn you against reading this chapter if you are offended or too young to read Rated R material.

Linnah had a glazed look in her eyes as she reached up to touch his beautiful face. He leaned over and kissed her deeply. She wrapped her arms around his neck. Legolas slid his arms under and around her and pressed his body closer to hers. Then he whispered in her ear, "Linnah, say my name. Please. I need to hear my name spoken from your lips."

Even though they were intimately engaged, Linnah was surprised to hear this request. In 118 years, she had never before uttered his name, only referring to him as 'My Lord' or 'Your Highness.' It was almost impossible to say it, since it went against all she was ever taught. It also made her painfully aware of the separation of their classes. She suddenly became overwhelmed with sadness at the reality of the situation.

"My Lord, I can not," said Linnah, tears beginning to well in her eyes.

The prince propped himself up on his elbow and looked at her, surprise and hurt plainly visible on his face. "But why, Linnah? Why can you not when I ask it of you? Did I do something wrong? Have I hurt you?" Then under his breath, more to himself then her, "I knew I should have left before this went too far. Look what I have done."

Linnah shook her head and said, "No my Lord. Please do not think that. You have not hurt me. Quite the contrary. It's just that, I have never imagined myself calling you by your given name. It is not something I have ever been allowed to do and over the years it has become second nature for me to only refer to you as 'Your Highness' or 'My Lord.'"

"I understand Linnah, but I am here with you as your lover, not your master. When we kiss, we are balanced in our power. You know how I feel about you, surely...," began Legolas.

"I am so sorry, my Lord. I fear I can not put aside the vast divide between our two classes," said Linnah, tears now spilling over on to her cheeks. She thought to herself, "What was I thinking, laying with the Prince of Mirkwood?"

"Shhh, dear Linnah," said Legolas quietly, pulling her again into his embrace. He held her tightly and stroked her hair saying, "I know that I have not made this any easier for you with my arrogant attitude earlier. And I realize that tomorrow things may be awkward, but they don't have to go back to way they were between us. From now on when you are alone in my presence I wish you to only speak plainly. As I have told you, in my heart, Linnah, you have always been more than just a servant. Had I thought any less, I would not have been so distraught with the idea that you were in pain and that I had reason to apologize."

Linnah was unsure of what to say. She buried her head into his bare chest, breathing in his intoxicating scent. He patiently held her, letting her have her cry. Then trying to cheer her up he said jokingly, "You know Linnah, if it makes it any easier for you, I could just command you to say my name."

His attempt at levity was rewarded when she stopped crying long enough to respond, "Aye, very funny my Lord." Linnah looked up and offered him a faint smile through her tears and he returned it, relieved. Legolas kissed the tears from her face and felt her becoming calmer. He gently pressed his lips to each eyelid, her cheeks, the tip of her nose and then her lips.

Linnah unconsciously whimpered as she kissed him back. She felt the heat once again return to her body. Their bodies were pressed so close. She felt him growing against her through his leggings. His kiss became more urgent and in her head Linnah heard his voice, "Let us put all this aside for tonight. Let your mind not be troubled further. I see you for the beautiful being you are, not for your occupation. Let me show you how a prince lays with his beloved Lady. Please, let me make love to you, Linnah."

Linnah answered him with her body. While they continued to kiss, she put her hands once again under the waistband of his leggings and he helped her to pull them down. He kicked his legs free of them, absently thinking that he was glad he was not wearing his boots.

They now were lying next to each other completely naked, albeit awkwardly, perpendicularly across the bed. Legolas motioned for her to turn and slide up to lay correctly. Once she was lying down again, he placed himself on top of her, feeling her soft skin against his own. He again put the majority of his weight on his elbows, which were near her shoulders. The ends of his hair tickled her skin as he cupped her head with his hands and gazed into her eyes. "I could lose myself in these eyes," he thought to himself. He smiled softly down at her. "I will be as gentle as possible," he whispered.

Linnah nodded in affirmation to him. She was not worried, for he looked at her so tenderly. The prince slid down slightly and spread her legs with his own. As he thrust forward slowly, he watched her intensely for any sign of discomfort. Linnah winced slightly as he entered her. Legolas immediately stopped his progress and asked, "Are you alright, Linnah?" He was about to withdraw, but she put her hands on his lower back and halted his movement.

"I am fine. Please do not stop. I am just getting used to your presence there." He was not yet completely inside and she already felt as if it would be impossible to take more, though she did not want to tell him that.

Legolas pushed forward a little more and slowly eased himself out. Before withdrawing entirely, he pushed back in. He repeated these movements over again until he felt her start to relax. Then covering her mouth with his, he pushed in harder, passing the spot that claimed her as his forever.

Linnah tried to hide the pain of his deeper entry behind their kiss, but he was too keen. He was now totally inside her and held himself there to allow for her to adjust. "The pain will lessen in a moment, beautiful one," he whispered into her ear. He kissed her behind her ear and then down her neck. It was getting difficult for Legolas to hold back. Being inside her was almost too intense for him.

The more he moved within her, the more the pain subsided for Linnah. She relaxed a little more and closed her eyes, concentrating on feeling his mouth on her neck and shoulders. His breath, hot against her skin, was incredible. Pleasure started to replace the discomfort between her legs and she began to moan passionately. The feeling of him within her became unlike anything she had ever known.

Linnah looked up at her prince. His bare chest glistened with sweat as his strong hands and arms held her. His straight blond hair was clinging to his moist neck and shoulders. He was biting his lower lip to keep from moaning too loudly – Meena's room being just across the hall. She arched her back to meet his thrusts, her hands clenching the sheets on either side of her.

Linnah grabbed handfuls of the prince's hair and as he kissed her, she let go of all sense of her surroundings. The room, the castle, Mirkwood, Middle Earth -- everything disappeared and only she and Legolas existed. His delicious mouth, his muscular body pressing down onto hers, his strong hands holding her, his pelvis thrusting against her -- igniting fires in places she never knew existed. The all consuming feeling took hold once again and Linnah screamed her release into the prince's mouth.

It was too much for him to take and Legolas followed suit. Burying his face in the crook of her neck and shoulder to muffle his cry, he exploded within her.

They stayed intertwined and unmoving for several minutes. Legolas caught his breath and lifted his head to look at Linnah, who was lying still with a huge grin on her face.

"My sweet Lady," he whispered, smiling at her. Her happiness pleased him. He smoothed the stray hairs from her face and kissed her gently. He then suddenly had an idea. "Come with me," Legolas said softly.

"Come with you where, my Lord?" Linnah eyed him suspiciously, still smiling.

Without answering, he slowly disengaged himself from her. He stood up and offered her his hand. Linnah took it and he helped her to her feet. He grabbed the candleholder and then led her into the small bathing room. The candle had burnt most of the way down, but was still lit. Legolas bent over the tub and filled it with water. Linnah watched him silently. When the tub was filled, he added her scented oil and motioned for her to get in. Linnah hesitated at first, not knowing what the prince had in mind and then stepped into the tub.

He looked at her tenderly and said, "Before we started our love making, I had interrupted your bath." He thought for a second and then added with a devilish grin, "I can appreciate the value of a soothing bath and I believe you probably have a few more aches that could use soothing now."

Linnah's mouth opened wide in shock and then she laughed as she could not deny it, saying, "This is true, my Lord." She sat back into the bath and looked up at the prince. "Are you not going to join me, your Highness?" Linnah asked softly.

Legolas smiled and stroked his fingertips gently against her cheek. "I should go. I know you haven't noticed, but the sun will be rising soon along with most of the castle. I have business to attend to this morning. Aragorn and Mithrandir are meeting with my father and I need to be present. Besides which, they will depart in a few days and I need to spend some time with them. I do not wish to trouble you with the details, but things are beginning to take a dark shape in places outside of Mirkwood. I must speak with them on this."

The prince then knelt down next to the tub, gently placed his hand on Linnah's face and locked eyes with her. "I meant what I said before, Linnah. When you are alone in my presence, I wish you to no longer act as my servant. It will be awkward for us when others are near, but even then you must always remember that in my heart you are my Lady and nothing less. I hope that soon you will somehow find it in you to speak my name. When you can, it will be yet another sweet gift you will have given me."

Linnah was speechless. He kissed her lips and continued, "My chambers are always open to you Linnah. Even if I am not there, you may find a comfortable place in front of the fire to just sit and relax. Let it be a quiet place of contemplation if things get too hectic in the castle. Believe me, Orlindel is no longer welcome there. You will be safe." With that he rose from her side and kissed her softly on the top of her head.

"Thank you my Lord," said Linnah, overwhelmed with all this information and at a loss to know what to say.

Legolas just shook his head at her smiling. "Will she never speak commonly to me?" he thought.

"What is it, my Lord?"

"Nothing, Linnah. Have a restful bath. I will see you later."

Linnah watched him leave the bathing room, easing the door closed behind him. A moment later he returned and laid something on her basin. Linnah raised an eyebrow at him and he explained, "Your clothes and shoes, Linnah. I retrieved them from the tree for you last night. I believe you might need them."

Linnah just smiled at him in amazement. He smiled back and left the room.