For crying out loud people! You want to be hit over the head with their relationship? Sigh. Fine. Maybe next chapter will have something to do with a plot!

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"Lunian?" Legolas tilted his head slightly, his hair falling over his shoulder as he listened for a moment. "Lunian, my love?" He stepped forward a bit, before pausing to listen again. Suddenly a beautiful smile turned his lips as he tipped his head back. "Enjoying yourself?"

She sighed, rolling her eyes. "How do you do that?" she asked in exasperation.

Legolas laughed softly and reached up to steady her—not that she needed the help—as she climbed down. "I am an elf, you know."

"So?" she asked, a bit annoyed he had found her… again. "Elladan and Elrohir are elves as well."

He simply smiled at her, his long fingers lifting absently to brush through her hair, gently disentangling a few bits of leaves and twigs. "How long were you waiting?"

"I don't know. I've lost track of time." She looked over her shoulder at the bit of sky she could see as they walked back to the mountain. "A few hours, I suppose."

"Hmm… and what is the finder's fee to be, I wonder, for finding the prince's missing love?"

"How about sharing a lovely dinner with your love in your chambers?"

A slow smile turned his lips again. "That could be arranged," he agreed softly, his voice somewhat lower than usual.

"And it has," she murmured, a faint hint of his smile on her lips before she broke away from him, running as quickly as her feet would take her.

Legolas waited a while, stretching leisurely before taking after her with a smile. Of course, as it wouldn't do for the prince to race down the corridors, he took the back stairs and hallways, amusing no small number of servants as he headed to where his love was waiting. He slowed only when he could see his room, his blood racing, pounding in his ears, making him warm all over as he anticipated her being inside somewhere, somehow.

As he began to pass a tapestry, he tilted his head, for he could again hear a racing heart other than his own. It was combined with heavier breathing than usually accompanied elves, and a small bit of dirt peeked out from under the tapestry's end. With a faint smile, he stepped into the door of his room, pretending to scan it thoroughly. He allowed a slight frown, heard the soft sound of a familiar lower lip being settled between teeth, and hid a smile of his own. As if absently he laid his sword aside, loosened what of his hair had been bound back, and then began to work on the fastenings of his tunic, all while remaining half in and half out of the door to their chambers.

He stepped slightly farther into the room, so the watcher in the hidden nook could see more or less shadows as he stripped off the shirt, another smile escaping him as he heard his watcher's breath catch. "So you'll have me find you again, will you?" he asked softly, stepping slightly into view before stretching again, being sure to let the lights play across the skin he'd bared. "Very well," he agreed, stepping into the room.

It was a simple matter from there, really. All he had to do was enter the 'escape tunnel' which had been hidden by a false board along the wall. He'd always found it highly amusing that the tunnel was behind a board designed to look both as rock, and painted as a hollow tree. Still, he hadn't had much use for it in a few thousand years…

Which meant he was spending a bit more time avoiding cobwebs than he would have liked as he wound his way back to the hall so he was once again not far from his room, able to see the tapestry he had been watched from.

Slowly, as the minutes ticked by, the tapestry's end nearest his room moved slightly, a few fingertips becoming apparent before the entire thing moved, allowing a female form to slip into the hall. He smiled as she inched her way fairly silently—especially for a human—to the door, and bit the inside of his cheek as she cautiously peeked inside. He nearly laughed as she then tilted herself for a better angle, before withdrawing, her fingers heading to the hidden pocket where she kept her worry stone.

Deciding that was far—and long—enough, he slipped up behind her, mentally shaking his head at how easy it was to do so. "Found you."

She jumped and whirled around, color rising in her cheeks. She let out an annoyed breath, rolling her eyes. "Legolas!"

"What!" he mocked, though mildly.

"How do you DO that?!?"

"But I may need to know for the future," he countered, "so why should I tell you?"

"Because it's beyond startling when you do that," she mumbled, lowering her gaze to glare at his shoulder.

He shifted his weight slightly, straightening from his slouched position against the wall, a flare of triumph flashing through him as her eyes visibly strayed over him, the color darkening. Slowly he moved forward, sinuous, lithe, as she more jerkily stepped away from him, turning the corner into his room rapidly as if it would let her escape him. "And when I do this?" he asked, pressing against her.

She drew a ragged breath and turned her head to the side, her lashes drifting down to caress her cheeks before they lifted again. She made an inarticulate murmur which could have meant anything, before stiffening slightly. "Legolas!"

"Hmm?" he murmured, more interested in how close his mouth was to her ear than anything else.

"The door…" she trailed off, her breath leaving her in a soft sigh as his teeth closed lightly on the rim of her ear.

Still not caring about anything beyond her, he absently reached his foot out and kicked the door shut before taking her hands in his and trapping them against the wall on either side of her head, spreading his feet wide to bring him a bit closer to her height. He nuzzled her cheek with his nose, deliberately torturing her for a long moment as she alternated between straining against his hold and turning utterly pliable to his touch.

"Legolas," she breathed.

"Yes?" he asked, slowly lifting his head to see her eyes.

What he saw made his breath catch. Her eyes had darkened slightly, her pupils large as she watched him, her cheeks flushed, lips slightly parted. As he watched she wet her lips, soothing a nibbled lower lip. "More," she whispered softly, pushing against him in such a way her hair was pressed to his lips.

His hands lost their will to restrain her, causing an almost immediate reversal in situations as she reached out, charting the muscles of his abdomen before moving higher, over his chest, lingering briefly on his shoulders before reaching ever higher… until a low groan escaped him as she lightly stroked his ears.

The pace was far from leisurely from then on. Lunian's dress soon fell over his tunic and shirt as he stepped back just enough to allow it before pulling her closer again. She wasn't having that just yet, arching her hips away from his to tug at what clothing he had retained. With a husky laugh he helped her, though his boots were—as ever—a source of annoyance for them both.

Finally unclothed, he put his hands at her waist and lifted her into the air, kissing her navel, her abdomen, between her breasts as he slowly let her back down, smiling darkly as he felt her legs wrap around his waist. After nipping at her neck for a moment, he diverted to her ear again, when he got a bit of a shock—Lunian had managed to get to his ear without him noticing, and was being beyond cruel as she suckled the tip ever so gently, the tip of her tongue scraping gently along the slight ridge.

A noise such as had never come from any elf either had ever heard before escaped him, before he lifted her once more, ignoring her protests as she was taken away from his ear.

She stilled when he let her back down… her legs tightening around him as they both took a moment to enjoy the pleasure of being joined again. After that moment her fingers tightened on his shoulders before she shifted, pushing herself closer, holding him tighter even as he shifted so he was supporting her with one arm, the other rising to hold her head as he went back to kissing her.

She let out a shuddering breath and dropped her head to his shoulder when he began walking towards their bed. Each step was something new, something pleasurable to be savored… enough so he almost wished it was a longer trip. Letting go of her didn't change much, as she was holding him so tightly there was only a slight slipping of the contact, which was quickly reestablished when they were settled on the bed.

From there they settled back into the routine of all long-time lovers, reacquainting themselves with each other until there truly was no separate being—the joined body had but one wish, one desire, one thought… Until the body exploded, shattered into a thousand pieces before slowly reforming into two bodies joined, two bodies on a mussed bed, two in a room, and finally, the world was back to including everything they did and didn't know.

With a slightly worn smile Legolas lifted his head from Lunian's shoulder, kissing his way from ear to lips before mustering up the energy to reverse their positions, pulling a blanket along to keep his human love warm as she ended up sprawled across him. Lacing the fingers of one hand through hers, he stroked her wrist, her palm, and her fingers intermittently while his free hand tangled in her hair before smoothing it out down her back, running his fingers over her spine on his return trips, sometimes with the faintest whisper of a touch, others with enough pressure to make her stir slightly, shifting in a semi-conscious attempt to snuggle closer.

When her response indicated true revival of energy—small kisses to his shoulder, returned stroking of their linked hands, slow shifting of the legs between and outside his own—then he kissed her temple, savoring the soft scent of sweat that clung there before he nipped her earlobe.

She slowly stretched, turning so she was looking down at him, and folded her arms on his chest, laying her head down on her arms, her entire body melting against his. She smiled slowly. "What?" she asked, closing her eyes slightly as his fingers made a return trip up her spine. Absently she arched into it before reopening her eyes.

He kissed her quickly, then stretched himself, ignoring her soft mewing noises of displeasure as she was dislodged. "When did you tell them to bring dinner?" he asked, hearing her stomach complaining the hour… and feeling his own do the same, though there was no noise as of yet.

"It's no doubt already here," she answered lazily, stretching over him again, seeking a comfortable niche. She smiled at his blink, knowing that behind it was hidden shock, confusion, and a small bit of embarrassment. She trailed a finger down along his nose, lingering lightly against his lips, withdrawing it only after he had a chance to graze on the pad. "I had them take it to my old room so we could get to it when we wished," she explained, slowly sitting up, her legs falling outside of his until she drew them up so she was kneeling, more or less, and straddling him.

The position brought to mind an equally physical hunger… but her stomach growled again, prompting him to forget one hunger in favor of another as he sat up, kissing her soundly before he intended to pick her up and carry her into the other room.

"Oh no you don't!" she protested, squirming out of his hold. "What if they're still in there?"

"Then they would no doubt be less flustered by seeing you than by seeing me," he countered, crawling forward. He caught her before she could back up off the bed, pressing kisses to her throat and the underside of her jaw until her head was lolled back, her eyes slightly unfocused, heart and breath faster than before. He smiled at the sight, aware his own respiration was a bit on the fast side, but released her with a last caress down her arms.

By the time Lunian had her eyes open and focused, her elven lover was again in the room, laying their food tray down on the bed before her. He went back for something else, so she settled in, watching the muscles under his skin bunch and release with every step, every breath. He was magnificently unaware of his own perfection… though he lifted slumberous eyes when their meal was laid before her in its entirety, a blue flame flickering beneath lowered lids assuring her he hadn't been unaware of her scrutiny.

"You're hungry," he murmured, half as if observing, half to remind her.

"I know," she agreed, still watching him.

He closed his eyes, his ears pulling back slightly. A flicker of something passed over his face before he reopened his eyes, the fire carefully banked for now. "Eat," he instructed quietly, moving to help himself.

The meal was at once leisurely and hasty—they ate little, but quickly, spending long moments between bites to simply watch each other, unaware of any cause for shame or embarrassment in their pastime. Finally they were done, and stacked the things back onto the tray, which Legolas then set on the table where his sword would have usually been placed. He took one last mouthful of the wine, sharing it with Lunian when he returned to the bed. They kissed until the taste of wine was gone, until she had sunk back down on the mattress.

"Insatiable elf," she accused, shifting her hand on his jaw to feel the muscles shifting as he kissed her again. She sighed into his mouth, smiling as he stiffened at a small touch from one fingertip. It was so easy to torment him.

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Sorry that took so long to get posted. I was going to post it Tues… but I went in for a check-up on Tues morning after having been so ill before, and was hospitalized until Sat. So much for doing anything productive, huh?

Okay, to those who think sex=marriage… I would say ignore this chapter, but you may as well just keep in mind I was ignorant of that until I got maybe tonight's review. I'd always expected they would become lovers at some point.

MJLuvsPolar: I think you're the only one who picked up on that at all! Everyone else wanted this type of chapter and expected it before now. Thank you for reading what was there rather than only looking for something else.

The count now is five votes for him to die and two for him to live (RAPunzel007 , I'm assuming your ideas can be construed as a 'don't kill the elf', so you get to be the second person to vote for life, and as Lunian is mortal, she will definitely die.). I just keep a tally by e-mail/reviews as I get them, so feel free to re-articulate your ideas or change them entirely (this will not change your previous vote. I'm not going back through.)

It's amazing how much more polite people are in reviews. E-mailers seem to use the lack of visible evidence to inform the writer that they're whining on and on about things no body cares about… But my reviewers are nice… so Nyah!