Hi people, I forgot to do a disclaimer, saying that I do not own Lord or the Rings.

I do not own the fabolous kisser Legolas, nor anyone else, except for Helena. I got the name from "My Chemical Romance" 'Long ago, just like a hearse you die to get in again...'

As Legolas kissed Helena, she felt that she was doing something wrong, but as he continued to kiss her, she eventually gave into the kiss slowly, but she was late, for Legolas had already pulled his lips away from hers.

"I am sorry, Helena, I got carried away. Please forgive me."

"Legolas, I..."

"You what, Helena?"

"I...can...may I kiss you, please?"

"Why?"

"Please, I have never been kissed just like you just did. I really would like to kiss you. Please let m..."

Helena never finished her sentence for Legolas had already captured her lips with his. She leaned against him to get a better feel for the kiss. Legolas placed his right hand on the back of her neck, and his left on her waist, while her hands went to his chest and face. Legolas laid them both down on the garden floor, as he continued to kiss her. Legolas' tongue went around the curve of her upper lip, he was begging her for an entrance. She complied by opening her mouth a bit more. At the same time, they both placed their tongues on each others. Their kiss was so magical, even for a mortal and an elf. Legolas pulled away, and looked down at Helena.

"Shall we go back?" asked Legolas.

"Yes, we should."

They both walked while holding hands. When they got to Helena's room, she turned to face him and asked him.

"Until tomorrow morning, my prince", she said.

"Until tomorrow morning, meleth-nin", he said.

"Wait, Legolas, what does that mean?"

"It (kiss) means (kiss), 'My (kiss) love' (kiss)".

Helena just smiled at the way that Legolas was kissing her, she felt so happy to be called his love. She looked lovingly into his blue-silver eyes, and kissed him one last time, before she went into her room and closed the door.

Legolas went to his room, the whole time just thinking if this would last. He knew of the bonding between Aragorn and Arwen, but would this last. He would not think about it now. He just wanted to dream about his love that was sleeping just a few corridors down from his chambers. He was wondering of one day, in Mirkwood, when he would have her in his chambers, and sleeping contendidely with her. As he completely shed his clothes, and went to bed without a stitch of clothing on his body, he dreamt of one day, seeing himself with Helena. He wanted to, he would not stop, until his dream was fulfilled. He knew that after that kiss, she would not reject him. Never.

Helena was lying on her bed with her nightgown, as she thought of Legolas. Their kiss, his lips on hers, how his hands would never leave where they were, but the breath from him would move everywhere, and would reach a certain point in her chest. She longed to lay with him, but not just to spread her legs to him, but to give her love and soul to him that she wished to do. She wished that she wasn't mortal, for if she wasn't, she would not at all mind bedding with the prince. As she slept, she began dreaming of green meadows, and herself in a beautiful gown. It was an ivory white gown, and on her left ring finger, she had the most beautiful ring that she had ever seen. Behind her, she felt hands, and as she turned, she came eye to eye with the elf that she was slowly falling in love with. She did not want this dream to ever end. She would make sure that this dream of hers would become a reality.

Little did they both know, that this was their actually future that they were dreaming.