I wrote a warning in the last chapter but I shall write another one now:

The chapter below contains scence of a sexual nature. If you are underage (then you shouldn't be reading a M rated story in the first place. Tsk Tsk.) or find sex offensive please skip this chapter. You will not be missing out on any vital plot. I repeat, this chapter is smut, lemon, smex or whatever else you'd like to call it. Please do not send msg saying how you weren't warned!

and finally please don't judge this scene to harshly! (crosses fingers)

Two hours had passed since Aragorn had left the great hall, leaving them all standing bewildered in his wake. Elanor did not know what her captain had planned and she was not sure she wanted to. Did he really intend to challenge Sauron himself? She shuddered at the thought of facing that black shadow. Elanor stood up from her bed and stretched her aching shoulder, rolling her arm gently. She walked over to the window of her room and looked down upon the still smoking ruins that were once the mighty Gondor stronghold. She sighed softly to herself when her attention was drawn by a soft knock at the door. Elanor swept silently across the room and opened the door. Her heart fluttered and a smile spread across her lips as Legolas' face came into view.

"You should be resting." The elf said, smiling warmly at her. Elanor's smile saddened slightly.

"I will find no rest tonight." She said with a sigh.

"Nor I."

"Will you not come in?" Elanor asked, stepping aside as her heart quickened in her chest. Legolas stepped lightly across the threshold and at once gathered her into his arms. When Elanor gave no objection he tightened his hold. She sighed softly and lent into his touch, resting her head upon his shoulder. Legolas lowered his head and kissed the top of hers. Elanor felt the familiar tingle flutter down her spine and she raised her chin to press her lips against his. His hands moved to cup her face, his thumb stroking softly across her cheek, carefully of the bruise that began to darken on her flushed skin. He held her tightly as his kisses became more heated, more intense. His hands moved from her face to her shoulders and gently he slipped the material of her nightdress down over her shoulder, being careful of her wounds. Elanor hissed sharply as the material grazed her damaged skin. Legolas paused and then dipped his head to her collar, pressing soft kisses across the hollow of her neck and then down over her injured shoulder. He felt her tremble in his arms and he pulled away worriedly.

"You can refuse me." He told her, his face flushed slightly. Elanor shook her head vigorously but cast her eyes downward and whispered. "It's just that I do not know what to do."

Legolas smiled warmly and gently took her hand in his and brought it to his face, kissing the palm tenderly. Then he kissed her again, softly prying at her mouth, seeking entrance. His tongue darted out, lapping at her lower lip until breathlessly she parted her mouth and allowed the kiss to deepen. Elanor was swept up in the sudden wave of passion and love that Legolas drove towards her. She gasped softly when his hands travelled deftly up to her waist, past her sides and curled around the other side of her nightgown. With a small tug the material was pulled loose of her shoulder and it fell, catching momentarily on her hips before falling in a heap at her feet. She stood before him naked and trembling. She could feel his eyes dance across her skin bringing her arms about her to hide her bareness. Legolas smiled and pulled her arms away from her and lent in close to kiss her.

"You are beautiful." He whispered and kissed her again. "Here, help me." He said and brought her hands to the clasp on his cloak. Elanor smiled nervously and fumbled with the pin. The robe fell from Legolas' lithe frame to meet her dress upon the floor. Hesitantly she reached for his belt, her fingers lingering over the buckle. Legolas waited patiently, allowing her to set the pace but couldn't stop himself from staring at her curious eyes and wandering hands. His eyes danced across his face then down over her neck, past her small, rounded breasts to the dark scatter of freckles that circled her navel. He felt her pull free his belt and it fell with a soft clatter. She removed his tunic and slipped his undershirt from him.

Growing more confident, Elanor reached out and traced the pale lines of his chest with light fingers. She could feel him quivering under her touch and he exhaled heavily. It excited her how just her touch could illicit such a reaction. She heard a soft moan escape his lips as her hand stroked down his ribs to the waistband of his leggings. Legolas stepped out of his boots and helped her removed his final item of clothing. They stood together, facing each other. Elanors eyes travelled down his body and she licked her lip subconsciously. She couldn't help but stare at the evidence of his arousal and she swallowed nervously. Slowly Legolas closed the gap between them and wrapped his arms around her, kissing her gently. He ran his hands across her naked flesh, causing Elanor to gasp softly. When he pulled away, the elf took her hand and led her to the bed. He pulled back the blankets and slipped beneath the sheets, pulling Elanor down beside him. He kissed her softly on the mouth and then her chin, moving down her neck to the hollow of shoulder, causing her to giggle softly.

Elanor closed her eyes blissfully as his mouth worked across her collar. He kissed down between the valley of her breasts and down across her stomach. His hands slid to her waist and began to rub her pale skin in small circles before sliding a hand across her hip. He parted the legs, opening the petals of her flesh with his fingers. Elanor let out a shuddering cry as he slipped inside her, raising her hips to butt against his hand. Legolas moved his body up against hers to kiss her. New sensations ran through her, heightening her senses. She became utterly aware of the heat of his skin pressed against her and the warmth of his breath ghosting against her mouth as he kissed her again and again, each time becoming more and more fevered. Elanor let out a low moan, her heart thundering against her chest.

Heat pooled in her stomach, spreading out to cover her body with a buzzing energy. She arched against him, his fingers still playing inside her. Suddenly he withdrew his hand and she gasped, instantly missing the feeling he gave. Silently he moved to kneel between her legs and stared at her intensely. Elanor lent forward to meet him, kissing him softly, freely giving the permission he sought. With the same hand he had pleasured her with; Legolas slicked his own member before sliding into her. Elanor gave a sharp intake of breath and flinched. Legolas stilled himself for a moment and kissed her, before he slowly began moving. Elanor breathed deeply as Legolas reached up and captured her hand in his, locking their fingers together.

Slowly his pace increased and with it, the feeling inside Elanor grew until she felt like it would consume her. She gasped and arched her back, pushing up hard against him. Her breathe became ragged and her body tensed. A white heat flashed through her head and for one blissful moment, nothing else mattered. Above her, Legolas gave a low groan and tumbled over the edge along with her. The world around them melted away till only they existed.

As reality began to sink slowly back in, the pair clung to each other until their heart beats slowed and their breath became steady. They lay together quietly, smiling softly; Legolas tracing the small scars that scattered her side, till the soft slumber of the sated claimed them.

Phew.. it wasn't too bad was it? I tried not to be too explict but I had always planned to have a sex scene in my story hence the M rating from the beginning. Well actually when I first starting writting this it was a R rating but then it all changed. Let me know what you think! if it's that bad I'll take this chapter off.

Bye for now!

Scarlett.