Chapter Ten
Legolas chuckled once more and drew her attention back to him. He placed a finger under her chin and grinning wickedly, he rolled his eyes. "Hmm," he said as he looked back at her. "Follow my instincts? That could be dangerous, my love. After all," he whispered against her lips. "I'm a trained assassin." With that, he lowered his mouth to hers in a captivating kiss that made her tense every muscle in her body and pull him closer. She giggled slightly when he broke the kiss and he picked her up lightly, and sat her on the ground, then stretched out his legs, and hopped to his feet. She watched him with a smile as he walked toward the mouth of the cave and picked up the blanket he had brought with him from Gandalf's cave. Crouching down close to the fire once more, he spread it out and said, "We'll have to use the cloak as a pillow, and I wasn't able to bring one from Rivendell." He looked up and she tossed it to him. When he'd finished making their bed, he sat back and sighed.
"You seem nervous," she said as she surveyed him carefully, her elbow propped on her knee and her face in her hand.
He smiled at her and nodded from where he lay on the bed on his side, his legs slightly bent at the knees, and his own face in his hand and he propped himself up with his elbow against the blanket as he watched her. "You don't," he whispered.
She shook her head and smiled, then crawled slowly toward him in a way he found most arousing. As she got closer, he shifted his position from his side to lie on his back and propped himself up with both elbows. "Maybe," she whispered. "That's because you're nervous enough for both of us."
"Could be," he said grinning back at her, his eyes twinkling in the firelight, and then pushed himself up, he cradled her face in his hands as he kissed her once more as he closed his eyes.
He paused suddenly as he broke the kiss and was quiet. "What is it?" she asked quietly, but Legolas held up his hand motioning her to be quiet. He closed his eyes and listened to the stillness. After a few moments, Haehithien started to get nervous. "Legolas? What's wrong?" she asked and her voice trembled.
Ever so slowly, Legolas opened his eyes and looked at her. "Nothing," he said softly. "I was listening to my instincts."
"Really?" she asked the hint of a giggle in her voice as she relaxed. "What did they say?" He answered with another wicked grin.
Suddenly, Legolas had her on the ground, flat on her back. She panicked for a split second until she saw only mischief and love shining in his eyes, not the fierce look she had received from Boromir. She relaxed, but Legolas had seen her fear and quickly pulled back in a sitting position, unsure. "What is it?" he asked with concern. "Did I do something wrong?"
She smiled at him weakly and shook her head. "No," she said quietly, and reached up and caressed his cheek, running her thumb along his high cheekbone. "You didn't do anything wrong, I'm ok, you just startled me, is all."
"You're sure?" he asked still hesitant and she nodded as she pushed herself up and wrapped her arms around his neck, then pulled him down with her as she lay back down. She kissed him then, and it was a perfect kiss, filled with timidness and innocence. It was slow, soft, and sweet, and it reached to the depths of his very soul. Suddenly, he couldn't decide what to do with his hands. Two were just too few. He wanted to cradle her face, encircle her in his embrace, and explore every inch of her body, all at the same time. He didn't want to crush her petite frame with his weight, but she didn't release the pull of her arms from around his neck.
As he slowly lowered himself completely over her, she granted him entrance into her mouth by parting her lips. He slowly slipped his tongue in her mouth and groaned deep in his throat. He slid his hands under her and holding her to him tightly, he rolled over so that she lay stretched out on top of him. Never before had he experienced such bliss, and yet, in loins there was a growing need that burned him like fire. Slowly, he broke the kiss and breathlessly, he whispered, "Haehithien, my princess, my instincts tell me I should touch you, explore your body with my hands. Will you allow this?" he asked and searched her eyes seeking the answer.
He wasn't the only one who was breathless. She couldn't seem to find her voice for lack of air, and yet, was disappointed that he had broken their intimate contact. She nodded her head in answer and leaned down the last few inches between them to kiss him once more and they closed their eyes.
For the first time since finding her, Legolas wished he could turn back the hands of time to the day he found her and explore her body when she had been naked. Silently, he cursed the clothes Arwen had given her. His hands felt like searing flame leapt from them as he ran them down along her ribs over her tunic. On the way back up, the tunic bunched slightly and his fingers grazed her soft skin. He trembled and felt his manhood harden.
His eyes suddenly flew open in surprise as he felt her hands on his chest slowly moving down his torso. It took him a moment to realize that she was unfastening his tunic. He clutched her hands to him, and then rolled back so that she was beneath him once more and he sat over her. He reached up and unplaited his hair, letting it fall in golden tresses around his shoulders, and then he finished unfastening his tunic and shrugged out of it. "Is this want you want, my princess?" he whispered huskily as he looked down at her and saw her eyes cloud with… desire, he asked himself as she nodded. "I know what I desire, my jewel," he whispered and inhaled sharply and closed his eyes at the sensation she sent through his body as she reached up and ran her hands slowly over his bare chest. "But I don't know if it's possible," he whispered softly as he slowly opened his eyes and gazed down at her.
"What?" she asked as she pushed herself into a sitting position before continuing to touch him and started to drop kisses over his chest as her hands led the way. "What do you want?"
He groaned in his throat once more at the shock waves of sensation she was sending through his body. "I want to be inside you!" he exclaimed in a rush as he exhaled sharply when she teased his nipple with her teeth. This woman was obviously experienced; he didn't think it was possible for her not to be with the way she was acting. She knew exactly how and where to touch him to give him pleasure, but he didn't care, she was his now, and he was hers.
She paused in her teasing and he suddenly felt cold and alone. Like her touch warmed his skin. Wait a minute, he thought. Cold? I can't feel cold. No, he realized what his feelings were; he not only loved her, but also desired her, body and soul. He wanted all of her, and it was that desire that warmed him, heated his blood. "I want to merge with you into one form," he whispered hoarsely as he looked down at her and saw her smile. "Is that what you want, princess?" he whispered as he gazed into her eyes.
Never taking her eyes from his, she blinked, and when she opened them again, he knew her answer. He rolled to sit beside her and removed his boots, and she watched him as he knelt and unfastened his breeches. She couldn't recall anyone before him, and he was the most beautiful thing she had ever seen. "I don't want our night together to be over quickly," he said softly. "I want to savour this moment and give you pleasure," he whispered huskily and she nodded as she swallowed hard, trying to breathe over the lump that had formed in her throat. "I want to know your body, taste your skin as you have done mine." She couldn't seem to speak for lack of air over the lump that wouldn't seem to leave her throat so she nodded once more and he smiled.
Her eyes travelled over his finely sculpted body, and as he helped her lie back, her eyes remained riveted to him as she watched the firelight dance over the contours of his body. His eyes travelled the length of her form as well, from head to foot and his gaze caused her insides to writhe as it slowly devoured her. She reached for him, but he batted her hand away gently and shook his head.
He brought her back to a sitting position, and then unfastened her tunic as she kissed his lips. Her breasts spilled forth, finally free from the confines of the leather tunic. She reached for his hand, and held it while their eyes were closed in the blissful state of the intimate kiss. She startled him then and he opened his eyes quickly when she brought his hand to her breast and moaned softly under his touch. His eyes drifted closed for a few minutes as he savoured the moment and relaxed. Then, he broke the kiss and pulled back unwilling to let her draw him in again.
He laid her back down and removed the soft, leather boots from her small feet. His next task was a little unnerving as well as embarrassing. He grinned and his cheeks flushed with colour as he bent to unfasten her breeches and removed them from her slender legs.
She squirmed under his gaze and attempted to draw him down to her again, but he didn't succumb to her wishes. He smiled and shook his head. "I told you I wished for this to last. Will I have to tether you next time?" he asked with a sly grin. He remained sitting and with her lying in front of him, he ran his hands over her body. He noticed that with each stroke, his hands set her body trembling, and he smiled.
He wanted to see and touch every inch of her delicious body. Slowly, he ran his hands down her legs and spread them open before him. He knew in his gut that this was her most secret place, the core of her being. He removed his hands from her shortly and she shivered. Ever so slowly, he ran his hand from the flat of her stomach to a small triangular mass of soft, red curls between her slim, shapely legs. She inhaled sharply as his touch sent shockwaves down her spine. "I believe," he said as he gazed up at her. "That I've found what I was looking for."
He laughed softly at the look of utter confusion on her face. "The way inside," he whispered, and he lay down on the blanket below her waist. "Will you permit me to enter?" he asked, and as a soft moan escaped her lips, he knew he had his answer. Yet, still, he waited, still longing to touch her even though he felt as though he was going to explode. He ran his fingers down through the centre of her auburn curls, and she responded with a sharp inhale of breath and an upward thrust of her hips. He smiled at the now, obvious fact that merely a touch could give her pleasure. The thrust of her hips granted him new territory. Territory that did not escape noticed, and he longed to feel her in the secret place that was her womanhood.
With his long, slender fingers, he separated the soft curls and sensitive folds. There, he saw a small nub of skin. He traced his finger lazily between her folds and her body jolted as she gasped for breath. "Did I hurt you?" he asked, his voice suddenly filled with fear as he looked up at her. She couldn't speak, so she shook her head in answer. Relaxing, he curiously trailed his finger by the nub of tender flesh once more, and got the same reaction from her body. "Does this give you pleasure?" he asked quizzically, and she nodded.
He continued to allow his fingers to pleasure her, and after a time, he was slightly startled when they came away wet. Curiosity reigned however, and he found the exact spot where the wetness had come from. He smiled up at her and said, "Women absolutely amaze me. I thought I had found your secret place a while ago, but it seems I was wrong. I ask you now, princess, will you grant me entry?" As he gazed up at her, her breath came in hard gasps, her face was flush with colour from the amount of pleasure she had already received, and her eyes were even more clouded than he remembered.
Slowly, he delved his finger through her wetness, and felt as it pushed through inside her. She moaned softly and her body writhed. He couldn't believe how wet she was. It aroused him beyond reason, and it was all he could do to maintain control over himself, not only to make the moment last, but also not to hurt her. Holding his hand still, his finger still deep inside her, he rose up to his knees and with his other hand; gently spread her legs so that there was enough room for him to nestle between them.
When he lay there, he started slowly, ever so slowly, to move the finger that was within her. Her breath caught in her throat and she arched her back, thrusting her hips forward then rocked back. Legolas noticed that as she did so, his finger would slide deeper within her then back out. He picked up this motion himself, and it wasn't long before she had drenched his hand and cried for more. Still determined to make these moments last, Legolas pushed a second and soon third finger inside her, and still she was not sated. He quickened his pace, revelling in the knowledge that his touch gave her joy and pleasure beyond what he had thought possible. He stopped only when she reached down and clamped her hand around his wrist, and slowly, he withdrew his hand, sending another tremor coursing through her body.
As he sat up, he gazed down at his fingers and they glistened in the firelight. Curiosity seized him. Tentatively, he brought them to his lips, and tasted her true sweetness for the first time. Suddenly, his resolve was broken. He needed her, and he needed her now. Reaching up, he wrapped his arms about her as he bore his weight to her and kissed her as though he had been starving. He couldn't seem to get enough of her kisses. His manhood throbbed between them and she thrust her hips into him. He groaned deep in his throat and shifted so that his manhood rested between her thighs. He rocked into her, and she thrust back.
Instinct told him the rhythm was the same. She responded to his thrusts with ones of her own, and opened herself to him by wrapping her legs around his waist. He shifted again, and felt her wetness upon him; this was his spot. He thrust against her and she moaned as his tip entered her. He already felt as though he would explode, but chided himself as he ground his teeth. He wanted to go further, deeper inside. He thrust again as another moan escaped her luscious lips. He felt his control slipping.
Still desiring to bury himself deeper within her, he began to push into her harder and faster each time, and each time he felt a little give. Her soft moans sounded mindless now and she tightened her legs about him as she pushed toward him with each thrust. Then, with one final thrust, he felt something inside her tear, and then his own explosion. His body quaked, his seed filled her, and he quickly rolled to the side as he collapsed, not wanting to crush her.
He sighed with happiness, never having experienced such blissful pleasure. Haehithien rolled on her side and laid her head on his chest. Legolas wrapped his arm around her and pulled the blanket over them with the other and they were soon fast asleep, for a few hours anyway.
At dawn, Aragorn called to Legolas from the mouth of the cave. Legolas woke Haehithien, and after dressing hurriedly, they went to join the others on the trek back down Caradhras. Gandalf and Aragorn exchanged knowing glances and smiled as they headed off down the trail behind the couple.
The previous night, their cries of pleasure had rent the air, and could be heard over the howling wind. For unknown to the couple, though their cries seemed hushed to them, they echoed through the caves and down into the valley below. Aragorn noticed Boromir turn and glare at Legolas, as he and Haehithien rode passed him on the trail, and figured the night's events were the reason behind it.