Couldn't sleep so here's another chapter. Yay for some Elf on Elf action! :D

Apologies for any spelling or grammar mistakes. I really do try to go over the chapters before I post but sometimes, things elude me. Enjoy lovelies!

BOLD is things being said in Elvish. ITALICS are for thoughts/memories

Anolindë pulled a blanket over the small girl eating at one of the tables in the Golden Hall. After Edoras had held a funeral for Theoden's fallen son, the girl and her brother had arrived on a large horse, weak and exhausted.

"They had no warning, they were unarmed," Eowyn, the woman from earlier, explained to her uncle, the king. "Now the wild men are moving through the Westfold, burning as they go. Rick, cot, and tree."

"Where's mama?" the small girl said suddenly.

Anolindë rushed to her side, wrapping her tighter in the blanket.

"Hush little one," she whispered.

She raised her head as Gandalf spoke to Theoden. She caught Legolas' eyes, staring at her as she crouched near the children. In his mind, thoughts of their future were running like a herd of Mearas as he watched her interact with the two young ones. She would bear children, his children. The image of her, belly swollen with his child, made him hold his head up higher and smile. She smiled back at him before turning her attention back to the children.

"You will see your mama again soon," she told them quietly.

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That night, a room had been provided for the two Elves. The mortals did not know how else to cater to the immortal creatures besides give them a separate room. Elves did not sleep, however, merely resting when they needed to. Anolindë immediately laid on the bed, laying her weapons to one side. Legolas watched her like a hawk stalking a mouse. The images of her carrying his child still lingered in his mind.

"What is it, meleth nîn?" Anolindë asked.

For once in his life, words failed the prince. He wanted so desperately to tell her about his thoughts but he wasn't sure how she would react.

"Legolas?"

The prince stayed silent for a moment more. Then, he smiled and came over to sit next to her on the large bed.

"What do you see when you think of what lies ahead for us?" he asked her, staring into her eyes.

Anolindë thought for a moment. They would have to overcome many obstacles. Not only must they finish this quest and come out alive, they had to face Thranduil's wrath when telling him of their bond and their wishes to marry. She knew the Elvenking only wanted royalty for his son. And royalty she was not.

"We have a tedious journey ahead of us," she mused.

Although he did agree with her, this was not the answer Legolas was looking for. He wanted more. But he was content with this answer for now, unstrapping his quiver, bow, and knives and placing them alongside of hers. Slowly, he laid down next to his love, allowing her to rest her head on his chest and encircling her with one arm.

"And you? What do you see?" she asked

"I see marriage," he responded quietly. "A great feast held in our honor as we proclaim our love in front of our people."

The two were silent, simply enjoying each others company in the moment.

"And children?"

Anolindë's voice broke the quietness in the room.

"Yes meleth nîn," Legolas replied, stroking her hair and placing a gentle kiss on her temple. "As you were tending to the young ones in the hall, I could not help but imagine you carrying my child."

There. He had said it. Now he waited with baited breath for her reply. She tilted her head upwards to look at him. A sly grin tugged at her lips.

"And that would make you proud?" she asked, heat filling her core. "Filling me with your seed, creating our child? Having me stand by your side, belly swollen with your heir?"

Legolas felt his own heat grow between his legs as he looked down into his love's lust-filled eyes. A low growl emitted from his chest as he rolled onto her, propping himself up.

"Yes," he hissed, reining in the erotic emotions that threatened to overpower him.

Her hand wandered to the hem of his tunic, lifting it slowly to reveal the toned abdomen below. Her other hand began to trace small patterns on the skin, making it even harder for him to control his emotions. She knew what she was doing to him. He was losing control quickly. Her hand continued to trace patterns as the other slowly lifted the tunic even more, exposing his chiseled chest. Leaning up, she carefully nipped at the bare flesh. Something within the Elven prince snapped. With a growl, he tugged furiously at her tunic, pulling it over her head. Within moments, the two had completely shed all garments and now Legolas was biting the soft flesh of Anolindë's breasts, eliciting moans of desire. He continued downwards, reaching her inner thighs, placing kisses on each one. At the same time, his hand ran down the length of her body, fingers only stopping their descent when they reached her most intimate area. One slender finger pierced her wet folds as he attacked her inner thigh with his tongue. Moaning, she thrust her hips upwards. He added another finger, lifting his head to see her reaction. Eyes closed and head thrown back, another moan escaped her reddening lips. He slid both fingers in and out carefully, relishing the sounds that came from her.

"Legolas," she breathed, hands fisting in the blankets.

The prince removed his fingers and sat up on his knees, pulling her legs apart with her hands. Positioning himself at her entrance, he inhaled sharply at the beautiful sight before him.

"Please," she begged, eyes open now and looking directly at him.

He held her gaze as he thrust himself into her slowly. They both let out a low hiss as he embedded himself to the hilt. And then as slowly as he entered her, he withdrew, leaving only the tip inside. Her eyes pleaded with him to claim her. He grinned and began his rhythmic thrusting deep within her. She let out a strangled cry as her first release washed over her, muscles tightening. Though it felt incredible, Legolas held himself back. He was not done with her yet. With each release, her face contorted into the most beautiful expression of pure ecstasy he had ever seen. It was only during her fifth release that he allowed himself to come with her, shooting spurts of his seed deep into her belly, groaning as he did so. As they came down from their combined orgasm, Legolas placed soft kisses along her collarbone.

"Meleth nîn," Anolindë whispered as Legolas continued to cover her in kisses. "I cannot wait for the day we are married. For it to be known throughout the land that I am yours and you are mine."

Legolas looked up to her, smiling at the thought of being wed to this beautiful elleth.

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