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WARNING! THERE IS SEX IN THIS CHAPTER. IF THAT BOTHERS YOU GO ON TO THE NEXT CHAPTER

Chapter 13 – This is a flashback, don't be confused.

The cool night air held the festive tint of celebration in the Great Greenwood. The wedding celebration of their only prince had been celebrated earlier that afternoon. The merrymaking would continue late into the night with dancing, drinking, and talking. The location was the same as all the forest circles, surrounded by the tall, protective beech trees the Wood-Elves loved so much. In the middle of the circle burned a large fire, and lining the edges were long tables filled with food and drink. Elves were milling about, trading casual pleasantries and conversing with their friends.

Around the fire, several Elves were dancing, and off to the side near the trees, a small band was playing cheery tunes. Dancing in the midst of everyone else, were the honored guests of the evening, the Prince and his bride. If not for their wedding attire and the crowns resting upon their brows, they would've appeared mere Wood-Elves enjoying a festive occasion. The Princess was giggling like a little child, following the quick steps of her husband's dance. He was gently pulling her along, grinning like young boy caught with his hand in the cookie jar. To the sides, many were clapping in tune with the music, watching the young couple dance.

It was a beautiful night, the moon high in the sky, the gentle breeze on the air. There was nary a cloud in sight. The weather was perfect, seeming to bless the imminent joining of the lovers. Thranduil shook his head as he took all of this in. It wouldn't be long now before his son would take the girl to his chambers and complete the bond. Before her cries would echo and carry on the wind through the woods.

He had made them sit through all the formalities that came with a royal wedding. They were made to accept everyone's congratulations and well-wishes, and to sit through a long supper in the main hall. He had caught Legolas several times, copping a feel of the young woman's leg under the table, or playing footsie with her. It seemed as if the meal couldn't end soon enough for the two. After the banquet, the wedding gifts had been presented. Elenayave seemed rather flustered by all the attention, but as long as Legolas's presence was at her side, her beautiful smile never left her face.

They'd been at the circle now for nearly three hours, dancing and frolicking like children. Thranduil smiled. He knew what it was like. He'd been there. All that mattered now was that Legolas and Elenayave were happy. He'd seen to it that they would remain undisturbed for the next two weeks, having only their meals brought to their chambers. He willingly gave Legolas the time he'd requested for his new wife, his soul mate. Truthfully, he'd expected the boy to make a short appearance at the circle, then be off with her to his bed. He was getting anxious. What was taking the boy so long?

When he gazed back to the fire, the couple was gone. Apparently, they had made their escape while he was lost in thought. He smiled. "Bed her well, my son. Bed her well."

Legolas quickly and gently shoved Elenayave out of the circle. He'd wanted to pass unnoticed. She turned and looked back at him, an elegantly arched brow raised in question. He grinned and leaned closer to her, pulling her into his arms.

"We're leaving," he whispered softly. "Now." He pressed a gentle kiss to her lips and turned her back around. He led her silently down the path, headed back to the palace. Reaching the gates, they slipped through with a brief bow from the gatekeeper. Once inside, she pushed him backward and giggled, then took off running for his room. He stood there for a moment, registering what had happened. Immediately, he lit out after her, following her laughter through the halls.

He turned the corner quickly and stopped. She was gone. His eyes narrowed. She couldn't have gotten too far for there weren't many doors in this corridor. Legolas concentrated and closed his eyes, reaching out mentally for her. Yes, she was here. He could feel her presence. He took a couple steps, feeling his way through the hall. She had to be behind one of those statues, but which one? He had a decent idea, but decided to put up a front and walked right past her.

"Elenayave? You know you want this as much as I do, melamin. It would be in your best interests to come out, or I may have to resort to punishment."

Legolas heard a quiet rustle of fabric and a suppressed giggle. He turned slowly to see her rush out from behind the first statue he'd passed and take off in the other direction. The corner of his lips pulled up in an evil smirk. If she wanted to play that way, so be it. But he knew someone had to lose; and it wouldn't be him. He knew shortcuts she'd never dreamed of and headed out to cut her off.

When he reached his destination, the hallway directly outside his room, he stepped into a darker corner and waited. Any minute now. Just as he'd planned, she stepped into view, surveying the hall around her. Certain of its safety, she slipped closer to the bedroom door. Exactly as she put her hand on the doorknob, he jumped out of his hiding spot and knocked her into the room, closing the door and locking it behind him. Elenayave gasped.

"Legolas!"

He gripped her wrists and pulled them above her head, pinning her against the wall. Her chest heaved as she forced the air into her lungs, and her cheeks were a cheery shade of pink.

"Now what?" he whispered deeply. "You have nowhere to run now, Princess." The crystal blue in his eyes swirled into a deep cobalt, turning almost black.

"What would you have done with me, my lord?" she asked softly, knowing well his answer.

His lips curved up into a wicked grin and he moved his head closer to hers. He nuzzled her cheek in a gentle display of affection, but then immediately came down onto her mouth. Legolas slipped his tongue between her lips and gained entrance to her awaiting mouth, slowly thrusting his tongue in and out simulating what was to come. Elenayave moaned quietly, though the sound was mostly muffled by Legolas. He felt her tongue tentatively meet his, and he urged her into a battle for dominance. She wanted so badly to bury her hands in his silky mane, but they were still pinned above her head. She wriggled in his grasp.

"Let go," she mumbled against his mouth as he continued to thoroughly kiss her.

"No," he whispered softly in response. "This is much more to my liking. No disturbances from your questing hands. They are very much distracting."

"Legolas, please," she pleaded.

His eyes met hers, now dramatically darker than before. He gazed at her momentarily, assessing her need. He shook his head and moved back in for another kiss. Elenayave turned her head, and his lips made contact with her cheek. But instead of complaining, he allowed himself to trace over her cheek and jaw bones with feather light kisses. She giggled softly in delight. He moved down her jaw to her neck, and her giggling turned gradually into a unrestrained moan. Her eyes fluttered closed and she forced her body to relax.

Legolas separated her hands, but still kept them firmly held in his own, and slid them down the sides of her body. Then he stepped back from her and took her left hand and ran it down his cheek and neck to his chest. He came to a stop at the top clasp for his tunic. He stared pointedly at her until she understood his implication. Elenayave steadied her hand as she unhooked the fastener and the material slowly started to part. He lowered her hand in time, letting her undo the catches on his tunic, until it was completely open. She let her eyes glide over his torso and an appreciative smile graced her features. Her hand slipped inside his tunic and softly caressed the smooth skin beneath it. Legolas suppressed a moan and fought to keep his eyes open to study her as she scrutinized his body.

In her eyes, he was perfect. He had a muscular build from long years of training with his bow. His chest was powerfully built, followed by the hard ripples of his abdomen. Not a strand of hair was on his body, as it was with the Elves. She pushed the garment further off his shoulders, and was all the more amazed. He had broad strong shoulders, and his arms were long and powerful. His upper body tapered downward to his slender hips where the band of his leggings was slung. He allowed their hands a moment's separation as he shrugged the garment off and it fell to the floor. She finished her examination and placed her palms flat on his chest.

"Now," he whispered thickly. "Your turn." He placed his hands under hers and allowed her to control their movement.

Elenayave moved them up to just below her arms and rested them on the silk laces that tied her dress up the back and sides. He smiled briefly, then turned his attention to the intricate ties. Winara had laced her up tightly, but Elenayave knew Legolas wouldn't have much trouble. His fingers lightly brushed against her bare skin as the laces slowly slipped between them. She refused to allow her eyes to close as he undid her gown with careful concentration and deliberate slowness. Finally, the ties were out and the dress hung loosely suspended on her slender body. Legolas's hands slid between the folds in the material and gently pulled down, letting the gown slide down her frame. She stepped out of the garment completely, dressed now in nothing but a sheer strapless chemise open in the back.

Elenayave stooped down so Legolas could get his hands under the hem of the material. Immediately, they locked eyes. Elenayave tightened her grip on his hands and nodded. Then, she rose back up with him, feeling his hands run over her body, removing the simple night shift. Legolas's breath caught in his throat. She was purely beautiful.

He eyed her approvingly as he started from the ground up. She was everything he'd expected her to be and yet so much more. Her feet were small and dainty, leading up to her shapely calves and thighs. Her hips were not wide, but rather slender, though she'd have no problem bearing him a healthy babe. The sloping curve narrowed further for her waist, then flared out again as his eyes traveled up her torso. She possessed a flat, tight stomach and nicely pleasing buttocks. Her breasts were full and rounded, and pert nipples stood out in their rosy little buds. Her shoulders were slender and her arms long and willowy. She gazed at him through her vivid green eyes and turned her head slightly, allowing him a view of her lovely neck, the soft skin he loved to nip on.

"Are you just going to stand there, Legolas? Or will you do something?" she teased, uncomfortable with his intent stare.

Legolas smiled for a moment, then spoke. "You're absolutely stunning."

Elenayave shifted her weight and blushed, the pink color rising immediately to her cheeks. A wayward lock of her curly red tresses spilled over her shoulder.

"Don't be embarrassed, love," he whispered, moving back in to stand before her. He brushed her hair back off her shoulder, then slowly picked the little flowers and pins out of her mane. Piece by piece, her hair fell down from its restraints and softly framed her face. When he was finished, he grasped her face in his hands and pressed a deep kiss to her lips. "You're perfect."

"No one's perfect," she murmured.

"You are," he rebutted. "Or as close as it gets. Now, where was I? Oh, yes. I remember."

He pulled her gently away from the wall, headed for the bed. Elenayave tugged in the other direction and he stopped. He turned and gazed at her, his brow quirked up in question.

"I'm naked and you're not. Something is wrong here," she pouted and crossed her arms.

Legolas smiled warmly and clasped her face in his hands. "Nay. Everything is going according to plan."

Elenayave glared at him momentarily, then smiled. "Fine. But don't expect me to be completely subordinate."

"I don't," he readily replied. "I never have." Gently, he pulled her the rest of the way to the bed and pushed her back to sit on it. He followed her, crawling up to sit next to her and capturing her lips in a searing kiss. Elenayave tangled her hands yet again in his hair and allowed him to fill her senses. It seemed to her that she was alive with the taste of him, rich and male. He toppled her over onto her back and maintained his position above her. Again, his mouth descended on her lips, and soon she felt his hips rocking tenderly against hers.

She pulled back, a little startled, but let him resume his activity after a soft consolation. Legolas studied her body, memorizing every curve, every inch of skin with his lips and fingers. He listened intently for her light moans or sighs, looking for the touches that gave her the most pleasure. He covered her body with butterfly kisses and barely brushed his lips over her heated flesh. This went on for several moments, though to Elenayave, it seemed hours. Finally, Legolas rested his head softly on her stomach and put his hand on her hip. She felt his hair glide softly over her skin and she shivered, enjoying the feeling.

"One day," he whispered, "You will carry our child."

"Are you sure about that, Legolas?" she questioned teasingly.

"I will make sure of it," he growled just as good-naturedly. "If I have to tie you to the bed and make love to you for a year, you will bear me a child."

"That sounds pleasant."

"Well, let's get started then, shall we?" Legolas lifted himself off her stomach and shot her a meaningful glance. She knew what he was asking, and she knew why. Last time they had attempted this, it had been after a forest circle. At first, she had been willing, but at the last moment, changed her mind, leaving Legolas with an aching body and no one to help him.

Slowly, she nodded, and he offered a soothing smile. With a suggestive wink, he lowered his head down below to her hips, until his nose met her inner thighs. Elenayave immediately stiffened and shifted, but Legolas's ready hands put her back in position. He nudged her legs apart with his face, gently sticking his nose between them. Finally, they were far enough apart that he could do as he pleased. Leisurely, he lowered his lips over her center. Elenayave cried out in shock and delight at the feeling it immediately sent streaming through her.

He sank his tongue inside her, tasting her for the first time. He inhaled and suckled greedily, needing to savor and feel her. Her hips bucked under his hands, and she arched up to meet his mouth. She tangled her hands in his soft silky hair and lost herself in the sound of the blood pounding in her veins. His mouth made love to her, providing her with erotic nurturing. She moaned and whispered his name, rubbing her foot against his calf muscle in the same rhythm he was going down on her. He knew well what he was about, and soon, she cried out his name into the night. He lapped up the fluid from her release hungrily, and then rose to meet her awaiting mouth, her taste still on his tongue. As he kissed her, he slipped his fingers into her folds, softly caressing the heated, moist flesh. Her whimper was lost into his mouth as he eagerly explored the warm recesses of her mouth.

Elenayave dug her fingernails into his back and settled down into the pillow, but allowed her hips to thrust up with his movements. He moved his fingers within her, slowly, excruciatingly slowly, until he met the thin membrane separating him from her deepest core. Legolas ignored it for the moment, still stroking her gently, his ministrations driving her mad. She could feel the pressure and heat building steadily in her stomach, and finally under Legolas's tender, loving touch, she climaxed again.

"Oh, Legolas," she whispered quietly.

In response he ground against her, a little harder this time, reveling in her moaned reply. He slowly pulled his fingers out and brought them up to his lips, slipping them into his mouth as she watched him. Momentarily, he stayed that way, until she finally moved beneath him, urging him on. He captured her mouth again, and laced his fingers into her hair to pull her eagerly up to meet him. When he broke from her to breathe, she spoke.

"You really need to take those off," she said, pulling lightly on the waist of his leggings. "They're quite annoying."

"And if I say no?" he teased.

"Then I'll flip you over and rape you myself," she retorted calmly.

Legolas laughed. "I'm terrified."

"You ought to be," came her muffled response as he yet again descended to her mouth. His hands found hers and he guided them to his leggings. Legolas let her undo the ties and push down on them, but before he could remove them himself, she slid her hand into his breeches. As soon as she came in contact with his length, he cried out and jerked back.

"You don't know what you do to me, mela," he whispered deeply, moving back in closer to her tentatively.

Elenayave smiled up at him cheekily and pressed a soft kiss to his cheek. "I don't?" she asked innocently.

"If you don't behave, sweetling, I'll have to punish you. You are far too impatient and assuming."

"I look forward to it," she replied, softly grinding against him.

Legolas grinned wickedly, as if he had just thought of something extremely horrible and torturous to do to her. "Good," he murmured. He quickly rid himself of his leggings and nestled against her.

Elenayave felt the tremors rush through her body as the hot flesh came in contact with her. She closed her eyes momentarily, then, growing curious, propped herself up slightly and gazed at his erection, hard and throbbing in aching desire. Her eyes widened and she gasped. She shook her head fervently at the utter size of him.

"There's no way, Legolas. We'll never fit."

Legolas laughed softly and smiled. "Of course we will, sweetling. Do not trouble yourself."

Elenayave met his gentle gaze and looked worriedly up at him. But his tender words were reassuring and soothing, and she yet again found herself relaxing under his touch. His mouth caressed her neck lovingly, taking care to gently bite down every now and then, as if to claim that she belonged to him. When he finally started to enter her, instinct told her to buck away from him.

"Lena, what is it, love?"

"I…I don't know," she replied, not wishing to tell him how frightened she was.

He smiled knowingly and nuzzled her cheek. "I will be gentle, pelleth. It will hurt a little, but I don't mean it to. The pain will slip away quickly, I assure you. The pleasure will far exceed the pain."

He slowly began to ease in, sliding into her slick recesses. Every so often, he'd shift before pulling out completely and starting over. Each time he entered, he'd push a little deeper, until finally he reached the barrier separating him from her deepest being. Knowing it was always painful for a maiden inexperienced in the passion and ardor of lovemaking, he quickly decided that he would not prolong the hurting. Legolas moved against her slowly, whispering softly in her delicately pointed ear.

"Relax, sweetling. Relax. Are you ready for me?"

All she could muster was a slight nod, but he took it as the signal to continue. He shifted back, rotated his hips, and thrust deeply into her, ripping away her innocence in a heartbeat. A scream was torn from her lips as the pain and the pleasure swirled gloriously through her veins. Legolas immediately began his apologies and soothed her gently, wiping away the fallen tears on her cheeks.

"I'm sorry, mela. So sorry. Shhh, love. It's all right."

Though his words were meant to comfort, his body betrayed his need. He could not force himself to keep from moving within her, his long shaft embraced in her tight muscles; it was too sweet a torture. A lengthy sigh escaped his lips when he was fully inside her, and he cuddled his head against her shoulder. Once he felt she was ready, he began a full, rhythmic motion, steadily pulling out and thrusting gently back in. It was then she began to see the truth in his words. The pain dissipated, and the pleasure quickly replaced it, surging through her veins. The hot energy began to coil in her stomach, begging for a release. She'd never felt anything remotely similar to this before; she'd never known such scorching lust or such immense satisfaction existed. Elenayave began to move with him, matching his rhythm and time, enabling him to move deeper within her body.

It seemed to her that the words were torn from her lips, that she could not stop their flow. The Elvish streamed beautifully off her tongue, only encouraging Legolas to pick up the pace. He increasingly thrust faster, harder, his hips rotating to give her the most pleasure possible. He grunted in effort as the sweat started to form on his forehead and shoulders.

Between gasps and moans, Legolas murmured, "I will play you…like an instrument…until you sing." A/N - this is from the author Bela's Voice, I liked it so much I asked to borrow it!

He didn't know how much longer he would last. Elenayave had been pure, unsullied, no one's lover until now. Thus, her passage was extremely tight and restricting, and Legolas wasn't used to the increased pressure. The pleasure that rocketed through his body was intense, almost burning in its passion. Yes, he thought, he'd make this last, for Lena. He concentrated, giving more precision and power to each of his strokes, determined to hit the one spot that would make her scream. He could feel her fingernails digging into his shoulders, her warm breath coming in ragged pants on his chest. Her words were precious to him, though quiet and soft as they were. Legolas wanted nothing more than to please her, to make this night unforgettable. Soon lost in the focus of his adoring lovemaking, he became hardly aware of the things around him; the gentle candle glow, the soft breeze in the room, the silky caress of the bedclothes.

Legolas's pace was rapid now, and he only moved quicker when he felt her legs wrap around his waist. He locked his gaze on her face, her eyes shut tightly, reddish brows furrowed, her full lips pursed, and loose tendrils of hair matted down to her forehead with a soft sheen of sweat. She was the most beautiful creature he'd ever seen, and it sent pride and satisfaction flowing through his entire being to know that he was the one who made her feel that way. He finally gave in to the fervor of his own lovemaking, and thrust into her one last time. She cried his name into the night and shuddered violently beneath him in her release. Her muscles clamped down on his length, sending him into his climax. His body tensed above her as he shot his scorching seed into her recesses, swelling with his release. Legolas cried out her name and buried his head in the crook of her neck, as Elenayave was sent spiraling into a second climax, attempting to accommodate his wide girth. A bright, blinding light flashed through the chamber, illuminating the room.

"I bind myself to thee, Elenayave, daughter of Arcollo, now and forever. I will always love thee."

Legolas's words brought Elenayave back to the present immediately. Her eyes opened and she managed to form the words that had to be spoken.

"And I bind myself to thee, Legolas Thranduilion, for all eternity. Where ever you go, I shall follow. I will always love thee."

The light in the room slowly died away as the two Elves slowed their breathing and their racing hearts. Legolas pulled her gently into his arms, rocking himself out of her. He laid her on top of him, pressing her against his lean body. Softly, he placed a kiss on her forehead and whispered into her ear.

"It is done, sweetling."

"Do it again, Legolas. Please?"

whew! that was really hard for me to write. I had a little help from my sister, who writes too. she's twenty six and married so she knows a bit about it. please review and tell me how I'm doing. and I had it mentioned in a review and I want to ask…how many of you are interested in a sequel picking up at where the trilogy starts? if so, should Lena stay in Mirkwood and help fight there, or should she go with Legolas and the Fellowship?