Chapter 22
Evie POV
Evie nuzzled further into the glorious warmth surrounding her and smiled.
The remnants of her wonderful dream were beginning to clear when she froze.
For the hard pillow beneath her cheek was moving. Up and down in a steady rhythm.
Pillows don't move, was her first thought.
Her second made her sit bolt upright.
"Legolas"
Hurriedly, she made to move off the bed but was stopped by a male arm sneaking around her middled and pulling her backwards.
"Ohhmmphhh"
A deep chuckle was her only response.
She tried to break free unsuccessfully.
"Be still"
"No, I need to see him. Oh, let go!"
Unrelenting arms held her tighter and she felt his warm breath on her ear as the elf let out a snort.
"In naught but your skin?"
She huffed but said nothing.
"Be assured, my love, he is well taken care of."
A kiss was placed on her bare shoulder and she shivered.
Her question came out a bit breathless.
"How can you be so sure?"
She became angry when he laughed. Twisting quickly, she manoeuvred her body up and over.
From her viewpoint straddling the Elvenking, her hands resting on his muscled chest, Evie narrowed her eyes at the mirth reflected in his.
"Well?"
"Who do you think cared for him before you?"
That answer made her stop for a moment. Yes it was true, he had had a life before her. She let out a deep breath. Yes he would be fine.
"Gwenth."
"Very good."
Suddenly fascinated by the fair face in front of her, the red head rested her body against his, reaching out a hand to trace the strong jaw. Slowly up over his soft lips.
"Is this real?" Her voice was barely audible.
Large hands were roaming distractingly over her bare back and ass, leaving a fire in their wake.
Blue orbs full of youthful mischief watched her for a moment.
A squeal left Evie's lips when she was smoothly flipped and their positions were reversed.
"My Lady, let me show exactly how real this is"
...
Much later, Evie was seated in a plush chair, her legs curled up under her as she held her tea with both hands.
Her long red curls were hanging loose about her in disarray and she was clad only in one of Thranduil's linen shirts.
Across from her, the platinum haired elf covered in a deep red robe, sat with his long legs stretched out in front of him. His blue eyes sparkled when they looked at her.
Feeling warm fuzzies bloom in her chest, she rubbed gently.
"You have a question for me."
Surprised, she looked up.
"How did you...never mind. This is going to sounds silly, but I...feel all this happiness radiating out of me."
The elf just raised a brow and looked at her knowingly.
"It's you."
He nodded but said nothing.
"What? I mean...I don't understand."
It is a gift between bonded couples
It took a second for Evie to realize this was not said out loud, but rather inside her mind.
Her teacup fell to the floor.
"Fuck me"
I already did that, remember?
She gaped at the smirking elf for a moment, but then launched herself off the chair and into his empty lap.
"I thought only elves could..."
"Bond? Ordinarily yes, but you, my dear Evangeline, are not mortal. Power lives in your blood."
As he said this, the blonde haired elf lifted her right hand to his lips and pressed a soft kiss.
Pulling her hand out of his and cupping his face between both of her hands, she stared into his eyes with her own.
"How do i do it?"
The smile he gave her made her heart melt.
She felt waves of love and longing wash over her.
"Close your eyes. Reach out to my fea with your own and simply push your thoughts back down the bond."
She closed her eyes, but didn't retract her hands from his skin, not wanting to let go just yet.
"So easy for you...i can't...oh."
She felt it then. Warmth like the sun radiated from a glowing braided rope in her mind's eye. She gripped it and pushed back.
I love you
The response was instant.
More than life
Opening her eyes, she was taken aback by the deep blue pools full of love. All for her.
Without hesitation, she leaned forward and pressed her lips to his, light at first, then more forcibly when she felt his hand thread though her loose hair.
A knock at the door made Evie jump and pulled away with a squeak.
The woman attempted to hop off the elf's lap in her haste, but failed spectacularly and end up on her ass.
She glared at the laughing male behind her and got up with a huff, quickly picking up speed when another knock sounded.
"They already know."
She turned to look back at the door of the bathing chamber.
"Knowing and seeing are two different things, My King."
And the door shut with a soft snap behind her.
Evie opened the door to Legolas' chamber hesitatantly.
She peeked around the edge and tried to calm her racing heart.
Stepping into the large room, she smiled at the toys strewn about the room.
Bending to pick up his discarded jacket from the night before, she stopped when she heard a door open.
Turning slowly, eyes wide, she dropped to her knees when she spied her little elf Prince.
Her whole being relaxed at the big grin on his little face.
"Naneth!"
He raced towards her and threw himself into her open arms.
"oh, Honey. I'm so sorry."
"What for? Did you enjoy the feast?"
"oh yes, it was everything you promised it would be and more, but...i left you."
A small hand wiped the tears from her eyes.
"You were where you needed to be."
She drew back and looked searchingly into his bright blue eyes.
"What do you mean?"
A bright smile answered her.
"My wish came true."
She rose both eyebrows at this.
"I wished to be a happy family. First the Valar sent me to you and now you and Ada..."
"How do you know about that?"
Inwardly, part of her was relieved by this as she had had no idea how to start that conversation off.
The blond haired elf giggled.
"Everybody knows about you two dancing around each other for weeks. Gwenth helped me..."
She laughed. "I'm starting to wonder if Gwenth is my fair godmother."
A small hand suddenly reached for hers and pulled.
"Come Naneth, it's time for target practice."