Helena awoke with a start. She felt sudden warmth between her legs that she had not felt in a long time.
She closed her eyes, but fragments of the dream were embedded in her mind. She tried to shake them away, but to no avail.
She got up from her bed, and grabbed her robe, went into the restroom, and began to fill the tub with water. She placed the robe near the tub, and took off her nightgown. She went into the water, trying to get at ease. She was still sleepy, but she had to awake.
Legolas awoke from his sleep to see that he had an erection. The dream that he dreamt was so real. He could feel her fingers touching him, he could feel his own hands touching her, and above all, he was covered in sweat, and was slightly panting.
He could remember how she felt. The curves that she had, the way her body felt against his, the way her walls tightened against him, and the way that she came, bringing him to his own climax. He felt weak, but he had to get up.
He grabbed his robe, discarding the fact that he was completely nude, and walked into his restroom to take a cold bath. He kept looking down to see if his erection had subsided, but also, to no avail.
He filled the tub with cold water, and then slowly went in, hissing since the water was very cold, and made his erection die down.
Helena came out of her restroom, and went to her vanity to brush her hair. She felt a slight chill in the air. It was October, and it was about to be November.
She brushed her hair, and then got a sudden feeling, that someone else was in the room with her. She looked around, but no one was there. She kept brushing her hair, and a cold air swept through the room. She shivered in time with it, and at the same time, she felt hands massaging her neck.
They felt cold, and wet to the touch. She touched the back of her neck. It was hot, but small droplets of water were on the back of her neck. She thought that it was the water, but her hair had dried quickly. She kept feeling as if someone was there with her, but she couldn't make out whom.
Legolas was sitting in his tub, when the urge to touch his neck hit him. He brought both of his hands to his neck, and rubbed them along side of his neck, and to the back. He was certain that he was cold, but his neck was hot.
The water was very cold, and every part of his body was as well, but his neck was the only place that was hot. He couldn't place why he felt that way, but when he went to touch his neck again; he felt that it was cold. Why was it that when he first touched it, it was hot, and now, it was cold?
He then felt like someone was watching him. His senses told him that someone was watching him, but he felt no danger coming from the person watching him, instead, he felt wonder, and purity coming from the stare, but there was something underneath that stare, something that drove him to the brink. Something that told him not let go of the stare.
Helena looked over to where her bed was, but then her sight was restored to another place; the balcony. She walked over, just in her robe, and stood there, but her eyes would not let her wander about Imladris.
They instead focused on what she knew was Legolas' room. Why the sudden urge to look there? Why the sudden feeling to look there? And why was she so aroused when she looked there. She tried to tear her eyes away, but nothing, she kept staring, and without her knowledge, Legolas stared back.