Chapter 54

Feren POV

Feren immediately turned from the map of Middle Earth on the wall of his King's study when his elf ears heard the door swing with a ferocity that could only belong to one elf.

"My King.' He addressed his superior with a short bow, his face not revealing the weight on his shoulders.

"Feren. What the devil is going on?"

There was a short pause as Feren took a breath and thought of the best way to approach the news. He could tell that Thranduil, dressed impeccably as always, had a sharp mind that would know instantly what to do.

"Lord Elrond is here with a small delegation."

"Yes i'm aware of that. Why is he here?"

"Her Majesty sent out letters to invite the Elven leaders to give their blessings for the Princess."

He could see Thranduil's eyes narrow.

"They sent letters in return, I have seen them myself. That didn't warrant a personal visit unannounced."

"Yes. It appears that Elrond had an alternative agenda…"

"Which is?"

Feren hesitated now, something he rarely did. And knowing Thranduil as long as he did, he knew the King would note the hesitation as unusual behaviour.

"Feren. What does Elrond want?"

"There is an evil host growing."

"And? Is that in our forrest? No? Then why does that involve us?"

"Elrond has knowledge of what our Queen did and he wishes for her to try it again. Purge it once and for all."

The cold hard fury in the bright blue eyes made Feren step back. He knew it would not go down well. Not that he thought his own person was in danger, but he did worry if the other Elven leader would walk out of the King's Halls in one piece.

"Absolutely not."

That response was not a surprise. The Queen's safety was of the highest priority and he agreed that she should not be subjected to the risk. Especially now that she was a mother to their new Princess. They had seen the struggle with Prince Legolas losing his mother so young and he isn't sure they would survive such a loss again.

"We are agreed. The trouble is that Elrond will not leave without seeing the Queen."

"Well he can suffer me instead. The Queen has more important matters at hand. Where is he?"

Feren was about to answer when there was a rapid knock at the door. It was the King that answered

"Enter."

They were both surprised to see the Queen's personal maid, Gwenth, enter the room, her eyes frantic and full of concern. She stopped quickly to curtsey.

"Your Majesty, Captain, I'm very sorry to bother you, but you must come. My Lady the Queen is, well, I've never seen her so."

She didn't have to say any more, the two males indicated for her to lead the way, and in a flash they were all racing down the elaborate corridor, making the necessary turns to the Queen's private parlour. They heard her raised voice before they opened the door and stopped on the doorstep at the scene.

"How dare you come here and demand such a thing!"

The red haired Queen, with a temper to match her hair, now clothed in a deep purple day gown with silver embroidery that was fitted to the waist and then hung neatly to the floor, was seated. The gold edged armchair with a padded blue velvet cushion made her look every inch the monarch she was when matched with the way she held herself with such confidence. Her beautiful face, framed by curly tendrils, was a blaze with her forest green eyes uncompromising.

Feren felt an abundance of pride watching her.

The brown haired male figure seated in the armchair opposite her had an abundance of the elven grace and beauty they all possessed, but his face reflected the obviously shock of being denied.

"My Lady, I really must insist that…"

"You will insist on no such thing Lord Elrond. You will listen to me as I will not repeat myself again. I invited you to come and bestow blessings on my daughter. To be merry and celebrate the gift all elves have been granted. It was not an invitation for you to coerce me into any further sieges or battles."

"Your power is unlike anything we've seen for thousands of years Evangeline."

"The answer is no. I will not leave my daughter, my husband or Legolas to try and wipe out a legion on the basis of hearsay."

"But the potential for your power to have been passed on to your daughter is extraordinary – a new race – an advantage that cannot be underestimated."

It was not the Queen of the Woodland Elves that answered that remark from the visiting ruler.

Evie POV

"Our daughter is not an experiment for you to observe Elrond."

Evie looked up from the elf she had being addressing and quickly rose, as did Lord Elrond, to acknowledge and welcome the presence of Thranduil.

The fire in her blood at the mere suggestion Elrond was making started to recede with the knowledge that she did not have to face this alone. And she was glad to see that hard façade on her husband's face – Elrond really should count himself lucky – she thought feeling the undeniable wrath that rivalled her own down their love bond.

The visiting elf bowed and schooled his feature to hide his disappointment – he clearly thought that Evie would have been the soft touch.

"Of course not King Thranduil. I was not suggesting anything of the sort."

"Good. I will not tolerate any talk of it's kind. The Princess is unique and will be treated with the same respect that is deserving of her station."

This was said so matter of factly and with an edge of 'end of discussion' built in. It impressed Evie, because her and Thranduil had not specifically talked about the question of Elanor's heritage and what it may mean for her future. They had just basked in the joy of her arrival.

The topic of conversation changed then as Evie softened her features and spoke.

"Speaking of the Princess, we are going to hold a celebration in honour of her in a month's time. You are of course welcome to join us – Arwen and the boy too."

"Thank you My lady, it would be a pleasure. If you will both excuse me, I need to ready my party to leave first thing."

"Leaving already?"

"Yes, I'm afraid that matters of the house do not keep for long and I am needed back in Imaldris."

"We wish you safe travels My Lord."

The half-elven leader bowed to the King and Queen of the Elves with a tight smile and left the room soundlessly, followed by the Captain of the guard. When the door closed, Evie let out a sigh of relief and was glad for the warm arm that snaked around her waist and pulled her flush against a hard chest. She moved her arms around his middle and lifted her eyes to gaze into a world of endless blue. She beamed at his next words.

"You are truly magnificent."

"You had any doubts?" She laughed.

"Of course not, but I had intended to sort this out for you, but you beat me to it."

"It's not like I had a choice, he was rather insistent to talk to me."

"Indeed. He bypassed my authority and I do not like it."

"You don't like much." She threw back a him with a cheeky grin.

"You will pay for that My Lady"

"Oh really? I don't believe I will."

His bright eyes flashed with mischief and his only answer was to crush his lips to hers in a searing kiss that took her breath away. One large hand caressed the curve of her ass as he slowly back her into the armchair and knelt at her feet. He broke the kiss and reached for the ribbon in her curls, ripping it in two.

'What are you doing?"

" Showing you what I do like."

"Which is?"

He didn't immediately answer her, just tied each of her wrists to the armrests of the chair, before cupping her face in his hands gently before kissing her again.

"You."

Evie was going to retort, but lost her train of thought when he began to kiss, nip and lick the shell of her ear and over her neck. Simultaneously, his warm hands felt like they branded her at they untied the bodice of her dress and pulled it down, exposing her rounded and perky breasts to him. She moaned and felt the stirrings in her core when he cupped them and massaged them gently.

"these have been a wonderful advantage of having a baby."

Evie was breathless and only half aware of his words as he started to play with her nipples, which has gone hard resembling little cherries. The pinching and flicking was replaced by his warm mouth as he sucked, which brought forth a little gasp from her.

God it felt good and oh how she was ready for this.

He hadn't touched her since the birth, a respect thing to make sure she was ready and willing.

Those calloused, warrior hands moved to her ankle tracing up her leg slowly but surely, bunching the fabric up as they went. The lacey strip she had covering her was removed quick as a flash, leaving her bare to his gaze. The thrill of it made her more wet with anticipation.

She heard his growl of approval when his fingers brushed over her core and felt the wetness there waiting for him. One last suck on her breasts and his head disappeared from Evie's sight under all the purple fabric.

More moans and mews didn't stop coming from Evie's lips as she felt his give a quick lick up her seam. And then another and another, each one becoming more urgent, and building up the ecstasy in her body.

"oh" one of his long fingers went into her entrance, before quickly joined by another. In and out. In and out, curling just the right spot as he continued to lick her. Her hips rose to encourage the sensations.

She was on the edge and then he stopped. She was panting and in desperate need of release.

"Thanduil…please."

Evie felt his lips kiss and lick the inside of her thighs – so close to the spot she needed him and yet so far. It was torturous.

"This is what I like. You begging me for this."

And then he resumed his ministrations to her core and it didn't take long for her to reach her climax, his tongue relentless as she felt the bliss. Coming out of the haze, she had a smile for the elven lover that now leaned over her, gently untying the ribbon at her wrists.

She looked into his eyes and reached for him.

"Please"

"Are you sure?"

"Yes. I want you. right now."

The last part was like a growl and with ruthless efficiency she had his leggings down and gripped his hard length as she made him lay on the floor. A moment later they both groaned in pleasure as she lowered her molten core down on him.

His hands gripped her waist and her ass as she set a rhythm, which became more and more aggressive until they both reached a peak together. Still joined, Evie leaned down to kiss him, pouring all the love she had into it.

They were startled by a knock at the door with Gwenth's voice calling out. "My Lady the Princess is ready for a feed."

Cursing, Evie hopped off her husband and began to right her gown and her hair. "I'll be right there…"

Before exiting, she kissed Thranduil, who was still righting his own clothing, with force and said "let's do that again soon my love…"

His deep chuckle followed her into the hall.

There we go. Did not expect that chapter to end like that but there we have it. Gotta love some E & T action. Legolas in the next one i