Rated M- also in previous chapters I had mentioned Thranduil's wife, I plan to go back and fix this, however, she has not been released yet from the Halls of Mandos

Chapter 37

Evelyn was emotionally exhausted by the time she bade her family goodnight and made her way to her chambers. Legolas, to her knowledge was still with her brothers, where they were enjoying what was probably too much wine. She had a mind to sleep anywhere but the bed, as frustrated as she was. His subtle innuendos continued throughout the evening with no hope of coming to fruition. Yes, he was a very dead elf.

Sitting at her vanity she brushed out her hair, fighting with the tangles. After that job was finished, she stood from the stool and grabbed her nightdress. She struggled to reach the buttons, giving a frustrated sigh as she realized she could not get the dress off. Slinging the sheer gown on the floor she stalked to the bed, sitting on its edge as she cursed her husband again. Slowly, she wiggled her feet from the slippers since she could not easily reach her feet, and her back ached too much to try. Leaning back, Evelyn huffed.

The bed shifted behind her, causing her to startle. Warm fingers brushed against her skin as the stays on her dress began to release. She felt the welcoming presence of her mate envelop her and she could not help but smile.

"How long have you been there?" She asked, shivering at his touch.

"Long enough," He replied, his breath tickling her neck. He trailed his fingers lightly down her spine as he opened her dress. His lips kissed her shoulders and neck. She let her head fall back.

Legolas brought has hands back up along her spine, pushing the sleeves from her shoulders and down her arms, letting it fall around her waist. Deftly, his hands found her stomach, massaging, slowly moving up, teasing. Her breath hitched as his hands found her breast, kneading, as his mouth continued to kiss her neck.

Before she knew what happened, she was standing, with Legolas before her, lifting her out of the gown. Gradually her mind began to come back to her, she remembered she was mad at him, leaving her wanting him all day. Oh, he would make love to her alright, gentle, sweet love. She did not want gentle. She was not that fragile or large yet.

Evelyn watched him as she untucked his shirt, watching as his eyes darkened with desire. Running her finger along the line of his breeches, she could feel his muscles twitch, and she relished in the knowledge of the power she had over him. His eyes narrowed at her train of thought and she gave him a feral smile. Soon, his clothes joined hers on the floor.

She let him lift her onto the bed before she wriggled free of his grasp and pushed him onto his back with a slight gust of wind as she straddled him, laughing at his shocked expression.

"I don't want gentle," She told him as she rubbed herself against him, already more than ready for him, and leaned forward to kiss him. Her kiss was hungry, and it was rough, full of desire. Legolas was not sure of a time he had been more aroused by his wife.

"As you wish," he replied, his eyes sparkling. His hands gripped her hips as he lifted her, sitting her down swiftly on himself, smiling at her gasp of pleasure as her nails dug into his arms. She wasted no time before she began moving, the sensation sending waves of pleasure through them both.

However, it soon became clear to him from their bond, it was not enough, she wanted more, her pregnancy hindering her. In one swift motion, he had them reversed as he kneeled, holding her up. "Grab the bed railings," Instantly, she did as she was told. One of his arms wrapped around her, above her stomach, cupping her breast, as the other one reached by her head as he supported himself. His thrust came hard and fast as she whimpered his name, the desire building, her head rolled as he bit her shoulder at the same time, he flicked her nipple, rolling it in his fingers. Her body was on fire, he could feel it through there bond, it thrilled him knowing what he did to her, and still she wanted more. He waited, continuing the rhythm he set, feeling her release building, as was his own. Suddenly, his hand left her breast, and she let out a yelp of protest at the loss, only for it to be replaced with a cry of pleasure as his hand found her center, working in rhythm with his thrust. Wave after wave of ecstasy tore through her body as she found release, as she moaned his name. Legolas followed after, feeling her body clench and spasm around him.

Slowly he lowered them both to the bed, pulling her close, wrapped in his arms, as he tenderly kissed her shoulder. Pulling the covers over them, he whispered in her ear until she drifted off to sleep, his fingers twining through her hair.

…

The next morning, she woke sated and happy. She laid watching her husband sleep. As he slept, she picked up traces of sadness. He kept them well hidden, his darker emotions, but during sleep she could slowly fish them out. Images of his father flashed before her eyes, and of a woman she did not know, but one look at her with the King told her all she needed to know. It was his mother. His mother had yet to be released from Mandos' Halls since his father's and his own arrival. Her heart broke for her mate, but her mind started working on what she could do.

She slipped from the bed, trying not to disturb her husband, normally he would have already awakened. She did not question her luck as she dressed and slipped from their chambers. Tip toeing through the home she found herself outside Cúnir and Arasseth's' apartment, knocking lightly on the door, hoping she was not awaking them. Evelyn realized of course that she had done just that as her husband's captain opened the door, hastily dressed, with his mate peering curiously around the corner.

"My Lady!" he exclaimed, "What has happened, what is the matter?"

"Relax, I am sorry to wake you both so early, but it was the only time I could leave without Legolas knowing." She explained, wringing her hands.

"I do not understand." The captain replied, eyeing her questioningly.

She debated on how much to tell them but decided to tell them everything. Normally she would have gone to her brothers for such a plan, but they would never agree to her plan and even if they did, Legolas would find their distraction attempts suspicious. In the end, they both agreed to help, albeit a bit reluctantly.

…

"You are not the first to come here for such a request." The melodious voice spoke, as Evelyn stood in the grand hallway of arches. She arched an eyebrow.

"Thranduil has come to you?"

The woman nodded as she stood beside Evelyn, taking her arm in hers. "And to Mandos himself."

"I did not take him as the begging type." She replied, eyeing Nienna.

"He demanded, had he begged, his wish may have been granted." Evelyn snorted, not surprised in the least.

"Well then, I have come to beg for him."

It was Nienna turn to arch an eyebrow at the woman with her. "You, have little reason to beg for the Elven King."

"I do not do it for him. At least not fully. I do it for Legolas. He suffers her loss and the family they once had. And, for all of Thranduil's wrong doings and selfishness, he gave us the chance for happiness, a new start. But it is not complete."

The Vala regarded the Kelvarwë, taking in the changes that had transformed her. While still battling her self-doubt, she had gained a quiet confidence and a voice of her own. There was a quiet strength about her and Nienna smiled to herself. "I will take you petition before Mandos."

Evelyn smiled, "Thank you." In a swirl of snow and ice, she vanished, traveling swiftly back to the apartments of her husband's captain and wife as midday approached.