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Chapter 12

Elenayave awoke to the warm sun shining down on her face. She squinted, trying to adjust her vision to the light. She stretched out and rolled over, expecting to squash her face into the pillow behind her. Instead, her body collided with something warm and soft. Immediately her eyes flew open the rest of the way and she pulled away.

She turned her head and looked at the intruder, half expecting it to be Tigger. Instead, she found the angelic Elf, sleeping peaceably behind her. His hair was mussed from his deep sleep, and he still wore his cocky, lopsided grin. His hand was resting lightly on her hip, and his legs were pulled up, putting him in a spooning position. Elenayave was practically in his lap, absorbing the warmth that radiated from his smooth skin. One of his legs was intertwined between hers, making the position slightly more intimate than need be. She grinned. That was her man, lopsided grin and all.

"Legolas, wake up," she whispered softly, turning over to face him. She gently cupped his chin and stroked his face. She snuggled up closer to his body and nuzzled against his chest.

Legolas stirred slowly at first, then started stretching out his long limbs. He mumbled incoherently and wrapped his strong arms around her protectively. His movements pressed her firmly against his warm, muscular frame, and she smiled.

"Legolas, sweetie. You need to wake up," she said a little louder, her lips moving over the soft skin of his shoulder.

He sighed softly, enjoying the feelings it evoked in him. "Lena…" he murmured.

"Legolas! Wake up, you silly Elf!" she cried softly, shaking him.

His eyes flew open all the way and unclouded and he gripped her arms. "What? What's wrong? Are you all right?" Panic and concern washed over his features and his eyes filled with worry.

Elenayave giggled and pressed a kiss to his lips. "I'm fine. And nothing's wrong, except for the fact that you are too sound a sleeper."

The anxious emotions quickly drained from his beautiful face and he sighed. "I wish you wouldn't do that, Lena."

"Do what?" she questioned, feigning innocence.

"Wake me up when nothing's wrong. It's punishable, you know."

"What are you going to do to me? Kiss me to death? You love me too much to hurt me, and I know it."

"You are absolutely right," he stated, pausing for a quick kiss. "But that gives me merit to tickle you until you beg and plead for mercy."

Elenayave tried to evade his hands, but reacted too slowly. In a matter of seconds, Legolas had her pinned to the bed, wriggling to get away from his skilled fingers. She shrieked and giggled and pushed against him, but nothing seemed to work. She was laughing so hard that she was having trouble breathing.

"Legolas…no! Stop! No! Legolas…please!"

Finally, he stopped and grabbed her wrists. He pressed them firmly into the mattress beneath her and hovered over her. He grinned wickedly and let out a small laugh.

"Now what, pelleth-nin? You are trapped." He gazed down at her, the love clearly shining in his blue eyes, but the mischief shone brighter. He was certain she was the most beautiful sight he'd ever laid eyes on. Her shiny red curls were splayed out on the pillow behind her, and her vivid green eyes danced with happiness. Her cheeks were flushed to a cheery shade of pink, and her silky night gown had ridden up in their tussling. Her thighs were clearly visible to him, and he found her extremely enticing. It took all he had to not take her right there. He wanted nothing more than to impale her onto the bed. The idea was alluring, to say the least.

"I see that," she said, unaware of his current predicament. "And what do you plan to do, my lord?"

"Do you really want to know?" he questioned, his voice dropping into a deeper tone. His eyes began to darken as he took in her beguiling sight. "You'll be the death of me, Elenayave."

"Why is that?"

"Because I cannot have what I desire most," he whispered. "You withhold it from me."

She stared up at him, knowing full well what he was implying. "If you really wanted it, you could take it from me," she said slowly. "It is your right as my husband."

Legolas gaped down at her as if she had suggested killing someone. "I would never force myself on you, Elenayave. The mere thought is absolutely ridiculous. How could you even suggest that?"

"If you were smart, you'd do it," she sighed.

"Why?"

"Because I may keep you waiting forever," she finished softly.

"Then I would wait forever," he replied. "I would never even consider hurting you, Lena. I love you far too much."

"You seem to be having problems with that. Waiting, I mean."

"It's nothing a cold bath can't fix," he stated firmly. Then, he nuzzled against her cheek.

"So, you still want to tell me what you were going to do?" she teased.

"Are you positive you want to hear it? You may change your mind."

"Tell me."

Legolas bent down closer to where she was and rested his chin on the pillow next to her head. Before he began to speak, he lightly ran his tongue over the tip of her ear, eliciting a gasp from her lips.

"It would've been good," he whispered softly, close to her ear. "I would've slowly undressed you and covered you with kisses, leaving no part of your body untouched."

"I don't know if I should be listening to this," she murmured. "It's X-rated material."

Legolas smiled, but continued his speech on his intentions. "I'd have plundered your mouth and caressed your soft skin, feeling it heat beneath my fingers. I'd have kneaded your flesh to help you relax under my fingers."

Linilya murmured again, this time incomprehensively. She closed her eyes and cuddled into the pillow behind her. A small smile crept across her face as his words floated to her ears. Legolas took her reaction as a sign to continue.

"Once I was sure you were completely under my control, I would have found my way down to your stomach and rested my head there…"

"Like you always do," she finished for him, her eyes opening slowly. "Right before you…" Her cheeks flushed again, a bright pink covering her delicate skin.

"Yes, as always."

"I think I know the rest of what happens," she said quickly, stopping his discourse.

Legolas smiled fleetingly, then nuzzled against her cheek. "Of course you do. We've been through it so many times."

"Not that it's routine," she interjected.

"No, not at all," he replied, grinning. "But how would you know?"

"Gandalf said it would all come back sooner or later, didn't he?" she questioned, a smug grin on her face.

"Did you have another dream?"

Elenayave nodded sheepishly. "I think you'd like this one."

He gazed at her, a small smile upon his lips. "What was it?"

"Well, it involved a certain special day, along with a certain special night, that occurred, oh, about a century ago," she hinted.

"Our bonding?" he asked, pulling her further into his embrace with a smile.

"Yeah."

sorry guys…this one's short, I know. but the next chappie involves the bonding of Leggy and Lena, so I promise I'll make up for it. please click the little blue box down in the corner. and as suggested by neo, I'll be posting the elvish translations here from now on, as not to confuse anybody.

mela/melleth/melamin – love/my love

pelleth/pelleth-nin – (my) little one

ada – father

Vanimle sila tiri lirimaer. Lle naa eken yassene huine –

Umbar nwalka, poikaer, nin sinta – fate is cruel, pure one, I know

Mae govannen – hello

Nin mel lle – I love you

Garo nin an velethron – Have me as your lover

Saes - Please

Nae saian luume – It has been too long

Lle varna sii. Nin im sinome – You're safe now. I am here.

Nin n'kelaya lle, lirimaer – I will never leave you, lovely one

Vest a nin – Promise me