A/N: This chapter brushes R material... er, yeah. Not going to give
anything away, but if anyone thinks I should raise the rating, just lemme'
know!
Disclaimer: LAR-I-EN = MINE. LE-GO-LAS = TOLKIEN'S. GET IT?
Chapter 15: Losing Control
~Larien POV~
I followed Legolas calmly through the door to his room. I turned around, and as soon as a 'click' signified the door locking, leaned against it and shut my eyes.
Soon, I found that Legolas' arms were encircling my waist and he was planting feather kisses on my neck and jaw line, muttering little sweet things to me.
Our first fight ... it felt so strange, yelling at the only person you'll ever love...I never want to do it again, as long as I live. I am glad that Legolas came to his senses when I told him to take a walk in his father's shoes. He seemed to realize that I was right about Thranduil's shock and slight misunderstanding. Legolas's hands were on the small of my back, and he was beginning to force me forward.
He descended his lips upon me and started kissing me passionately. He seemed to be silently apologizing to me... I certainly liked this apology. I moaned and he deepened the kiss. 'There really isn't anything better than this...' I thought. I could feel the fervor emanating from Legolas... it was unreal. I felt disoriented for the millionth time that day...yet, I knew that Legolas had the situation under control. I sunk into his passion and let myself go.
Legolas seemed to finally realize that he was pinning me against the door. He stopped kissing me, and when I was about to ask what he was doing, he ducked and grabbed me under the knees. I squealed in alarm, but he was holding me caringly like a baby and carrying me over to his bed. As he set me down gently, he positioned himself directly on top of me and immediately resumed kissing me. Again, I found myself moaning for more, arching my back against him and pressing myself against him. He seemed to have gone wild, but I found myself liking it.
We have had our passionate moments, but none of them had gone so far as this. Never in the five years that we had spent together had we ever become like this...it seemed as if all the pent up passion had finally decided to release itself. His hands were under my back. After a minute, though, he brought it up from underneath me to place it on my cheek. There was a moment when nothing happened...he stopped kissing me, and we just stared at each other, but as soon as silence had become comfortable within the room, it was rudely shoved out of it, and moans quickly replaced the quiet.
I let my body take over what I did... I knew that I wanted this to go farther than just a kiss... farther than clothes would allow. Subconsciously, I felt that my fingers were working on Legolas' tunic, unbuttoning and untying wherever it was fastened. I could feel the bulge in his pants rubbing against me. He was getting more and more furious with this raging love that it was hard to stop him... I didn't bother trying.
I heard him mutter, "Melamin..." before he pulled out of the kiss and started to try and get my dress off of me. He turned me over and started to undo the lacings of my dress. He lifted the skirt of it over my head, and I wiggled out of the sleeves. Only underwear and a silky slip stood between me and being bare... I finished nimbly taking off his shirt. He pressed his warm chest against mine.
~^~
~Legolas POV~
Energy was coursing through my body; I could not stop what I was doing... I was kissing her furiously and without control. She seemed to be enjoying it thoroughly... moaning and responding well to every touch of mine. Only a thin layer of silk separated me from her breasts... I desperately wanted to remove it!
I was erect, and it was paining me so badly, I desperately needed her... but...
I stopped. I was breathing hard... she was underneath me, her chest rising as rapidly as mine was.
"This isn't right, melamin..." I told her.
"Legolas, what isn't right!?" she asked, sitting up and gazing at me in confusion. Her brows were knitted, and I could tell that she was disappointed that I had not gone any further than I had. "I don't understand!" she moaned.
"Amelamin, (beloved) what about our agreement just this morning? We would not see each other's naked body before our wedding night." I told her slowly, willing her to see the sense that I had painfully remembered.
"But Legolas..." she started. I placed a finger over her rosy lips.
"Larien, I could have took you now... that would not have been right. I love you with all my heart and soul, I really do, but as my father did not express any sort of consent to our joining, I feel that it is wrong to be doing this." I gestured to her position, and then mine. She scooted closer to me, and I took her hand in mine and rubbed her fingers, as she had done to me earlier that day. She smiled. "I really do want to do it, now more than ever, but it is immoral, and I do not want to do anything against my father's wishes..." I murmured as I closed the gap and wrapped my arms around her waist in an embrace.
"I understand, melamin," she told me reluctantly. I smiled and kissed her again.
"I am sorry," I told her sadly. I lay my head down on the pillows, and I pulled her down beside me and wrapped my arms around her. "But you can stay with me tonight..." I whispered to her. She kissed me goodnight and settled down into my side.
"Quel kaima, melamin," she whispered. "Amin mela lle, ten'oio." (Goodnight, my love. I love you, forever.)
~^~
A cold breeze coaxed Larien to wake up later that night. She found that the side of her where Legolas had used to be was now empty and cold.
She got of her bed and found her lover standing on his balcony, leaning on the railing. His flaxen hair was being blown around him ethereally in the night breeze and the moon was right above him, casting a blue light on him that made him seem surreal.
Click...click... Legolas heard her approach him before she reached him. He let her slide her arms around his bare top half. She ran her fingers up and down his flat stomach and hairless chest.
Larien started placing light kisses and little bites on his back and broad shoulders. He sighed in contentment as she began to nibble his earlobe. But before she could go any higher up the sensitive tip of his ear, he lovingly turned around and kissed her deeply.
No words were said in this little night meeting, but when Legolas was done kissing her, he found himself regretting again his outburst of behavior earlier that day. He felt somewhat ashamed at how he hadn't kept the top position of the situation, and lost control... he wasn't used to it. He always saw himself as a leader, and when he felt that he had lost that position for even a moment, he couldn't easily repair the damage it did, even if it was a minimal time.
Larien's breathing slowed, and she seemed to be sleeping peacefully. Legolas moved so her head was resting on his bare chest. He started to stroke her brown hair until slowly the dawn approached. He watched as the sunlight streamed through the open window.
The orange glow of the new sunrays lit up his room and passed an angelic quality unto his lover.
He started planting kisses all over her bare skin, in the crevices of her neck, and all over her face; tracing light lines all over her with his fingers. He paused, and then resumed making a beeline for her lips with his own. She started to awaken slowly, just as Legolas was about to claim her mouth, and when she realized who was awakening her, she quickly flipped him over, to where she was in the dominant position over him.
"Quel re, melamin." He purred to her as she repeated what he had done to her, except she was flicking out her tongue and biting him gently here and there. She ran her warm hands up his cool chest and kissed his navel.
"Good morning," she replied.
"Are you enjoying yourself?" She asked after a few more minutes of fondly kissing every bit of bare skin she could find on him. He had his eyes partially closed in semi-rapture.
"Uma, but I would have been so much more content if I could have had my way with you last night and had not regained my head at the last minute." He sighed, opening his eyes fully.
"Legolas," she scolded sternly, yet playfully. "What was the agreement?"
"No seeing each other naked until we're married...I know..." Legolas replied like a kid repeating a morbid statement for the 1000th time against his will. He paused. "Blindfolds?" he suggested hopefully.
"I'll think of it..." she purred seductively, heaving herself off of the bed.
"I think we should go see the palace tailor, to make you some proper dresses." Legolas said, standing and curling his arms around Larien's waist. "We need beautiful gowns, for the most beautiful elf in Mirkwood," he whispered, teasing her ear with his tongue.
In the meantime, she found her dress (that was shoved carelessly off the bed) and slipped it on. Legolas came up to her and fastened it onto her, noticing that one of the buttons was missing.
"Whoops..." he muttered to himself.
She and Legolas made their way to the tailor's wing. The tailor, a cheerful elf named Isilwe, greeted them both with a polite bow. "Good day Prince Legolas, Lady Larien." She said sweetly.
"Lady Isilwe, will you take Larien's measurements? I wish her to own a beautiful dress."
"With pleasure, milord." She bowed. She shooed Legolas out of the room and told Larien to strip of everything but her slip. She brought a long string out of a drawer and measured her around the waist, from her toes to her neck and head, arm length, and leg length.
'I'm sure that she doesn't need all these measurements...' Larien thought, as she threw the string around her neck and measured how long it was there.
"You and the Prince seem very close," chattered Isilwe. "How long has this been about?"
Larien gave a short account of what had happened. "He fell for me during the time of the War of the Ring. He came to confront me about his feelings 50 years ago in Lothlorien, where I, too, fell in love with him. He stayed with me for 5 years before departing back here." She told her, in short.
Isilwe pondered this short story for a while. "So, how did he make you fall for him? Potion? Galadriel's intervention?" she asked jestingly.
"He told me his side of the story, he kissed me, and boom." Larien sighed, remembering exactly how he had kissed her that day while they were swimming.
The two of them shared a sustaining conversation for about fifteen minutes. Legolas came in, a bit flustered. Larien jumped, but Isilwe (seeming to be a very chittery, but calm elf) didn't even flinch at the banging of the door.
"You left me out there!" Legolas whined to Larien.
Larien glanced at Isilwe. "Whoops...guess we forgot you!" she shrugged. But as Isilwe led them both to where many elves were sitting, talking and sewing, Larien whispered,
"I would never forget you, melamin," she kissed his ear and followed the elf.
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Disclaimer: LAR-I-EN = MINE. LE-GO-LAS = TOLKIEN'S. GET IT?
Chapter 15: Losing Control
~Larien POV~
I followed Legolas calmly through the door to his room. I turned around, and as soon as a 'click' signified the door locking, leaned against it and shut my eyes.
Soon, I found that Legolas' arms were encircling my waist and he was planting feather kisses on my neck and jaw line, muttering little sweet things to me.
Our first fight ... it felt so strange, yelling at the only person you'll ever love...I never want to do it again, as long as I live. I am glad that Legolas came to his senses when I told him to take a walk in his father's shoes. He seemed to realize that I was right about Thranduil's shock and slight misunderstanding. Legolas's hands were on the small of my back, and he was beginning to force me forward.
He descended his lips upon me and started kissing me passionately. He seemed to be silently apologizing to me... I certainly liked this apology. I moaned and he deepened the kiss. 'There really isn't anything better than this...' I thought. I could feel the fervor emanating from Legolas... it was unreal. I felt disoriented for the millionth time that day...yet, I knew that Legolas had the situation under control. I sunk into his passion and let myself go.
Legolas seemed to finally realize that he was pinning me against the door. He stopped kissing me, and when I was about to ask what he was doing, he ducked and grabbed me under the knees. I squealed in alarm, but he was holding me caringly like a baby and carrying me over to his bed. As he set me down gently, he positioned himself directly on top of me and immediately resumed kissing me. Again, I found myself moaning for more, arching my back against him and pressing myself against him. He seemed to have gone wild, but I found myself liking it.
We have had our passionate moments, but none of them had gone so far as this. Never in the five years that we had spent together had we ever become like this...it seemed as if all the pent up passion had finally decided to release itself. His hands were under my back. After a minute, though, he brought it up from underneath me to place it on my cheek. There was a moment when nothing happened...he stopped kissing me, and we just stared at each other, but as soon as silence had become comfortable within the room, it was rudely shoved out of it, and moans quickly replaced the quiet.
I let my body take over what I did... I knew that I wanted this to go farther than just a kiss... farther than clothes would allow. Subconsciously, I felt that my fingers were working on Legolas' tunic, unbuttoning and untying wherever it was fastened. I could feel the bulge in his pants rubbing against me. He was getting more and more furious with this raging love that it was hard to stop him... I didn't bother trying.
I heard him mutter, "Melamin..." before he pulled out of the kiss and started to try and get my dress off of me. He turned me over and started to undo the lacings of my dress. He lifted the skirt of it over my head, and I wiggled out of the sleeves. Only underwear and a silky slip stood between me and being bare... I finished nimbly taking off his shirt. He pressed his warm chest against mine.
~^~
~Legolas POV~
Energy was coursing through my body; I could not stop what I was doing... I was kissing her furiously and without control. She seemed to be enjoying it thoroughly... moaning and responding well to every touch of mine. Only a thin layer of silk separated me from her breasts... I desperately wanted to remove it!
I was erect, and it was paining me so badly, I desperately needed her... but...
I stopped. I was breathing hard... she was underneath me, her chest rising as rapidly as mine was.
"This isn't right, melamin..." I told her.
"Legolas, what isn't right!?" she asked, sitting up and gazing at me in confusion. Her brows were knitted, and I could tell that she was disappointed that I had not gone any further than I had. "I don't understand!" she moaned.
"Amelamin, (beloved) what about our agreement just this morning? We would not see each other's naked body before our wedding night." I told her slowly, willing her to see the sense that I had painfully remembered.
"But Legolas..." she started. I placed a finger over her rosy lips.
"Larien, I could have took you now... that would not have been right. I love you with all my heart and soul, I really do, but as my father did not express any sort of consent to our joining, I feel that it is wrong to be doing this." I gestured to her position, and then mine. She scooted closer to me, and I took her hand in mine and rubbed her fingers, as she had done to me earlier that day. She smiled. "I really do want to do it, now more than ever, but it is immoral, and I do not want to do anything against my father's wishes..." I murmured as I closed the gap and wrapped my arms around her waist in an embrace.
"I understand, melamin," she told me reluctantly. I smiled and kissed her again.
"I am sorry," I told her sadly. I lay my head down on the pillows, and I pulled her down beside me and wrapped my arms around her. "But you can stay with me tonight..." I whispered to her. She kissed me goodnight and settled down into my side.
"Quel kaima, melamin," she whispered. "Amin mela lle, ten'oio." (Goodnight, my love. I love you, forever.)
~^~
A cold breeze coaxed Larien to wake up later that night. She found that the side of her where Legolas had used to be was now empty and cold.
She got of her bed and found her lover standing on his balcony, leaning on the railing. His flaxen hair was being blown around him ethereally in the night breeze and the moon was right above him, casting a blue light on him that made him seem surreal.
Click...click... Legolas heard her approach him before she reached him. He let her slide her arms around his bare top half. She ran her fingers up and down his flat stomach and hairless chest.
Larien started placing light kisses and little bites on his back and broad shoulders. He sighed in contentment as she began to nibble his earlobe. But before she could go any higher up the sensitive tip of his ear, he lovingly turned around and kissed her deeply.
No words were said in this little night meeting, but when Legolas was done kissing her, he found himself regretting again his outburst of behavior earlier that day. He felt somewhat ashamed at how he hadn't kept the top position of the situation, and lost control... he wasn't used to it. He always saw himself as a leader, and when he felt that he had lost that position for even a moment, he couldn't easily repair the damage it did, even if it was a minimal time.
Larien's breathing slowed, and she seemed to be sleeping peacefully. Legolas moved so her head was resting on his bare chest. He started to stroke her brown hair until slowly the dawn approached. He watched as the sunlight streamed through the open window.
The orange glow of the new sunrays lit up his room and passed an angelic quality unto his lover.
He started planting kisses all over her bare skin, in the crevices of her neck, and all over her face; tracing light lines all over her with his fingers. He paused, and then resumed making a beeline for her lips with his own. She started to awaken slowly, just as Legolas was about to claim her mouth, and when she realized who was awakening her, she quickly flipped him over, to where she was in the dominant position over him.
"Quel re, melamin." He purred to her as she repeated what he had done to her, except she was flicking out her tongue and biting him gently here and there. She ran her warm hands up his cool chest and kissed his navel.
"Good morning," she replied.
"Are you enjoying yourself?" She asked after a few more minutes of fondly kissing every bit of bare skin she could find on him. He had his eyes partially closed in semi-rapture.
"Uma, but I would have been so much more content if I could have had my way with you last night and had not regained my head at the last minute." He sighed, opening his eyes fully.
"Legolas," she scolded sternly, yet playfully. "What was the agreement?"
"No seeing each other naked until we're married...I know..." Legolas replied like a kid repeating a morbid statement for the 1000th time against his will. He paused. "Blindfolds?" he suggested hopefully.
"I'll think of it..." she purred seductively, heaving herself off of the bed.
"I think we should go see the palace tailor, to make you some proper dresses." Legolas said, standing and curling his arms around Larien's waist. "We need beautiful gowns, for the most beautiful elf in Mirkwood," he whispered, teasing her ear with his tongue.
In the meantime, she found her dress (that was shoved carelessly off the bed) and slipped it on. Legolas came up to her and fastened it onto her, noticing that one of the buttons was missing.
"Whoops..." he muttered to himself.
She and Legolas made their way to the tailor's wing. The tailor, a cheerful elf named Isilwe, greeted them both with a polite bow. "Good day Prince Legolas, Lady Larien." She said sweetly.
"Lady Isilwe, will you take Larien's measurements? I wish her to own a beautiful dress."
"With pleasure, milord." She bowed. She shooed Legolas out of the room and told Larien to strip of everything but her slip. She brought a long string out of a drawer and measured her around the waist, from her toes to her neck and head, arm length, and leg length.
'I'm sure that she doesn't need all these measurements...' Larien thought, as she threw the string around her neck and measured how long it was there.
"You and the Prince seem very close," chattered Isilwe. "How long has this been about?"
Larien gave a short account of what had happened. "He fell for me during the time of the War of the Ring. He came to confront me about his feelings 50 years ago in Lothlorien, where I, too, fell in love with him. He stayed with me for 5 years before departing back here." She told her, in short.
Isilwe pondered this short story for a while. "So, how did he make you fall for him? Potion? Galadriel's intervention?" she asked jestingly.
"He told me his side of the story, he kissed me, and boom." Larien sighed, remembering exactly how he had kissed her that day while they were swimming.
The two of them shared a sustaining conversation for about fifteen minutes. Legolas came in, a bit flustered. Larien jumped, but Isilwe (seeming to be a very chittery, but calm elf) didn't even flinch at the banging of the door.
"You left me out there!" Legolas whined to Larien.
Larien glanced at Isilwe. "Whoops...guess we forgot you!" she shrugged. But as Isilwe led them both to where many elves were sitting, talking and sewing, Larien whispered,
"I would never forget you, melamin," she kissed his ear and followed the elf.
A/N: Anyone vote for me to raise the lovely little rating? Yes? No?
I'm going to be out of town all weekend at a Tae Kwon Do tournament... wish me luck!! I want to see lots of reviews in my inbox when I get back on Sunday!!! Review! rEvIew ReViEW. R~e~v~i~e~w. R-e-V-i-E-w. r-E-v-I-e-W.
~Ivy