Chapter 34

*One year later

Evelyn licked her lips as she watched Legolas bend down to stoke the fire he had built in the stone heart. Built in the side of the mountain, the fireplace was made into the doorway leading to the terrace to allow the smoke to escape, wide opening were made to either side, and sheer ice blue drapes danced in the cool breeze. She like the doors open. The sounds of nature filling her ears and relaxing calm of the caress of the wind. Leaning against the doorway from the bedroom, she held a glass of wine in her hand and admired her mate. Enjoying the view, she took a sip of the liquid, relishing the warmth it spread through her. The Maiar had given her wine that could actually make her drunk. Evelyn stifled a laugh at the thought of the night the drink had led to. She planned to make this another on their list. Planning to enjoy it while she could.

Legolas looked over his shoulder, smirking at his wife, her lustful thoughts penetrating his mind in droves. She leaned against the doorway, her hip and waist sticking out seductively to the side. Her grey silk robe clung to her body, tied loosely around her waist, showing him hints of the dark red lace underneath. He was already ready for her.

"Do you plan to act on those thought, or stand there all night?" He questioned, rising from his crouch much like a predator stalking his prey. She grinned.

Taking another sip of wine, she pushed away from the wall, sauntering to his side. Evelyn heard him groan deep in his throat. "Oh, I plan to have them acted upon." She lilted as she let her outer robe slide down to pool at her feet. "This fire does feel amazing," Evelyn stated, changing the subject. She felt Legolas move behind her, felt his warm breath on his neck, heard his ragged breathing next to her ear. Instinctively she knew his hands where coming to her shoulders, and she stealthily moved away. He growled.

She reached up to place her goblet on the mantle, knowing it caused the hem of her negligée to rise dangerous close to the edge of her bottom. Pivoting on her toes, Evelyn faced him, her eyes glinting with mischief and watched satisfied as Legolas eyes, dangerous with desire dropped to her bosom, with the garment graciously showed off. Much to the embarrassment of the seamstress she had make it. Stalking forward, she passed him, trailing her fingers across his stomach, just under the hem of his shirt feeling his muscles tremble in anticipation. Faking a yawn, she covered her mouth saying, "I think I may retire…"

The sentence never got to be finished, "Oh no," Legolas seethed, snatching her by the wrist and jerking her to him. Her body collided with his, her free hand resting on his heaving chest as she smiled up at him. Before she could utter a reply, his lips crashed into hers, demanding, challenging. Evelyn matched his ferocity, her lips already swollen and red as their tongues danced.

Running her hands up she chest, she panted, "Take off the damn shirt, I cannot feel you."

Legolas chuckled as he broke the kiss to comply with her demands, smiling as he watched her gaze admire him. "I will have you feel me, my love." He hoisted her up, her legs instinctively wrapping around his waist, raising her gown. In two strides he had her back against the wall, driving himself deep within her as she cried out, nails digging into his shoulders as her head fell back. Legolas gripped her bottom with one hand as he braced himself against the stone with the other. His lips claimed her neck and she whimpered and whispered his name as they found her breast. All along he thrust into her, the pleasure mounting. As he came back up to her mouth, she halted him, asking for more. He smiled a feral grin and obliged, "As My lady commands."

Legolas increased his pace, plunging deeper and deeper, a moan escaping he throat with each penetration. Evelyn could feel the desire building, and then suddenly she exploded in ecstasy calling out Legolas' name as he met her climax with his own, his face buried in her neck as he bit down on her shoulder, the pain only adding to her pleasure.

Sometime later she found herself on the plush rug in front of the hearth, fire still flickering, sending out its warmth, and a blanket draped over her naked body. Turning herself over, she propped herself on her elbows, spying Legolas on her other side, wine in hand, and also naked, though without a blanket. Evelyn smiled. Sensing her movement, he turned and returned her smile, handing the wine to her, which she gladly accepted.

"How long have I been asleep?" She asked.

"Not long, maybe an hour, the hour has not yet grown late." He replied, relishing in the look she bore, which showed she had been well satisfied in their multiple evening trysts.

"Mmm." She responded, pulling him down to her, nestling into his familiar scent.

"You are quiet the little vixen you know that?" He joked, running his fingers through her hair. He could not remember the last time he had felt so happy and content. Evelyn smirked, that had been her idea all along, and she was about to say so when a knock sounded on the door. It was a few quick rasps, uncertain. She let loose a giggle. Earning a fake glare from her husband.

"You had better answer it before they barge in. We wouldn't want a repeat of last time with the chair."

Legolas, stood, quickly pulling his breeches on as he walked to the door, "As I said, you are a vixen." He stated lovingly.

"I cannot help the chair was top heavy and tumbled over. Nor can I help that poor Cúnir and Arasseth were coming to deliver a message and thought something amiss." Evelyn retorted, struggling to keep a straight face.

"It took Cúnir months to look me in the eyes again after that incident." He remarked dryly approaching the door.

"Well," Evelyn chirped, "You are quite a sight to behold."

Snorting Legolas opened the door, spotting his captain on the other side. There was no hiding the fact that he had just intimate with his wife, at least this time he was clothed as he greeted his long-time friend.

"Cúnir, good evening," he tried not to smile at the blush creeping up his captain's cheeks.

"I am sorry to bother you so late,"

Legolas interrupted him, "It is not so late, all is well I assume?"

"Yes, Legolas, it is." He responded forcing his eyes up to his commander and friend. Even after a year and a half it time getting used to the new open and carefree Prince. It was not easy knowing just how good of a time he had just had or was having with his wife. Legolas seemed little bothered by any of them knowing. Sex was not frowned upon by the elves, it was quite the opposite and a joyful and exalted joining, however, he was not used to his normally stoic and reserved friends new found lighthearted and jubilant character. Finally, he was able to continue, "This letter just arrived for the Lady, it is from Lady Galadriel and so I assumed important."

"Thank you Cúnir, I assume you are most certainly correct." Legolas give his friend a smile and started moving away from the door, "Good evening,"

"Good evening," he replied, retreating down the hallway.

"Well?" Evelyn asked, kicking her feet through the air, "What is it?"

"Letter for you." He replied eyeing her questioningly, "From Lady Galadriel."

She practically squealed, sitting up in haste, desperately trying to keep the blanket around her as she snatched the letter from his outstretched hand. Legolas did not miss the way her face lit up reading the missive. He would not be surprised if soon they would be having company. He knew she still struggled to make strong friendships with wives of his men. "You should just let the blanket fall."

Evelyn rolled her eyes, thinking of the best way to tell him her news. "Mmm, yes, I am sure you would enjoy that very much."

"Oh, I would," he smiled, "I should get you drunk more often." Evelyn could have jumped for joy as he gave her the perfect opportunity without even knowing it.

"You will have to wait at least a year to get me drunk again." She replied, smirking up at him, watching in pleasure as he froze. He opened and closed his mouth repeatedly words failing him as he tried to digest the information.

"What…What do you mean, a year? A year…that's…"

She took pity on him, "I mean, in a year you will a father."

In flash he was on his knees in front of her, eyes wide in shock and filling with multiple emotions—love, joy, excitement, and fear. "A father?"

"Yes," She brushed a hand along his cheek, "I'm pregnant Legolas."

She was crushed in his arms, the letter falling from her hands, the blanket fell away as she forgot her modesty. Wrapping her arms around his neck, she settled herself in his lap, enjoying the flavor of his kiss and all the emotions he poured into it.

"The letter?" he asked pulling back, missing instantly the fell of her lips.

"I took a trip to see Galadriel yesterday while you worked with Cúnir to build the homes on the east side. She had her chief healer examine me when I told her my suspicions and her letter confirmed it."

"I am going to be a father." He stated, his smile growing across his face as the news sunk in. suddenly, his eyes clouded momentarily, "What if I am not a good father?"

Evelyn laughed, "You will be the best dad my love, no one could compare."

Legolas embraced her again, holding her tight. He kissed her senseless and claimed her as his until they both fell asleep sated and joyous. They slept until late in the morning wrapped in each other's arms before the warm hearth.