The Return

Disclaimer: All belongs to Tolkien except for my characters Roslyn and Maethor – they are my own creations and are not meant to resemble anyone else's OCs in any way.

A/N: Well it looks like my updates may not be quite as quick as they were before, but hopefully I can at least keep posting once a week. Please be patient with me :)

Chapter 9: Revelations

Thranduil woke up in the early hours of the morning with Roslyn still wrapped in his arms. His eyes darted over her face, taking in her soft and relaxed features. Slowly, he bent his head down and placed a soft kiss on her forehead. He stilled as she began to stir. She stretched and shifted slightly, inadvertently pressing her naked breasts up against him.

He felt himself begin to harden immediately. His fingers ran lightly up and down her spine, trying to rouse her from her sleep. He was ready for a morning romp. Roslyn shivered slightly and tried to brush his hands away. But he was persistent. His lips continued to lay gentle kisses on her face as his fingers skimmed over every piece of her naked flesh that he could reach.

Finally, her eyes fluttered open. She looked confused for just a moment before realizing where she was. Looking up at Thranduil blearily, she smiled.

"Good morning," he whispered into her hair.

"And good morning to you."

He continued to pet her, his efforts only increasing now that she was awake.

"Mmmm, that feels nice…."

He smiled against her neck before running his tongue down to the junction with her shoulder.

"Thranduil, what are you doing?" she grinned.

"What do you think I'm doing?"

He rolled her over onto her back and pressed her into the mattress.

"You're insatiable!" Roslyn giggled.

"Yes. And it's all your fault."

She moaned as he pressed his hips against hers, allowing her to feel his full and hard length. He kissed her deeply as his fingers traveled down her side, to her hip, and then lower still. He felt her gasp against his lips as he finally reached her sensitive spot between her legs.

"I can stop if you want," he mumbled into her ear.

"Don't you dare."

"Well if you insist."

He smirked down on her as he pressed the head of his cock against her entrance. Roslyn wrapped her arms under his and clutched onto his shoulders. Little by little he pushed in and out of her, going deeper each time, slowly coaxing her body to relax. She was gasping before long.

"Please, I want to feel all of you!" she begged him.

"Whatever you want, my lady," he replied huskily.

Slowly, Thranduil pressed all the way into her, letting his hard cock fill her completely. They both moaned loudly, close to release already. They began to rock against each other, slowly at first, then quickly picking up the pace. Their pants and breathy moans filled the room. A few short moments later, Roslyn felt herself fall over the edge.

"Thranduil!" she cried as her walls clamped down around him.

He continued to thrust hard for a few more moments before he joined her in mind-numbing bliss.

"R-Roslyn," he moaned.

They laid there panting as they reveled in the ecstasy of their orgasms.

"Yes…this is a good morning," Roslyn laughed.

…

She sat curled up in a chair by the fire, reading another book she had stolen from Thranduil's library. Despite the warmth coming from the hearth, she shivered, feeling a chill in the air. Getting up she made her way into Thranduil's bedroom and then into his closet. She poked around until she found a nice and warm cloak. She threw it on over her shoulders and walked back out into the antechamber.

Standing by the little table, she gazed out the window as she nibbled on a pastry. She did a little double take as she noticed the small white flakes fluttering to the ground.

"It's snowing!" she squeaked out in excitement.

It had been three weeks since the feast and since Arwen and her company had left. Roslyn hadn't even realized that autumn had slowly transformed into winter. She stood there and watched the beautiful snow start to blanket the world outside.

Three weeks. Three weeks since I practically moved in with him.

The thought sent a little thrill through her. She smiled slightly to herself as she buried her nose in the cloak and inhaled his scent.

Although she still had her own room, where she still kept most of her things, she had spent every night since the feast in Thranduil's chambers. A few dresses and some of her odds and ends had found their way into his rooms as well, but if he minded, he didn't let on. Butterflies filled her stomach as she contemplated all of this. A knock sounded on the door.

"Come in!" Roslyn called.

Tauriel poked her head in and looked around cautiously.

"Hey…"

Roslyn laughed, "Come on in! He's not here. He's been locked in his study and working away most of the morning."

Tauriel stepped inside and closed the doors behind her. Roslyn examined her. She had a funny look on her face, as if she were bursting to say something.

"Are you ok?"

The elleth walked up to her friend and grabbed her gently by the arms with shaking hands.

"Tauriel, you're starting to scare me. What's wrong?"

A cold trickle of fear ran down her spine.

"M-Maethor…"

"Oh no! No no no! He cheated on you didn't he?! That bastard! What the hell was he thinking?! How could he do that?!"

"No! No, he didn't! He…he…he asked me to bind with him. Roslyn, he wants to spend the rest of eternity with me."

Roslyn immediately shut up, completely at a loss for words.

"So he…proposed to you?"

"Yes!" Tauriel cried as a large smile spread over her face.

"Ahhhh!" Roslyn launched herself at the elleth and threw her arms around her in a bear hug.

"Why didn't you just tell me that?! You scared me!"

"I'm sorry. I think I'm still in shock! This is why he's been acting so funny! He told me he was afraid I'd guess what he was planning. So he was avoiding me to make sure he wouldn't give anything away."

"Oh Tauriel! I'm so happy for you!"

Roslyn grabbed her hand and led her over to the chaise near the fire. The two friends sat down and began to talk excitedly.

"So binding is basically like getting married is in my world?"

"Well, sort of. Getting married is really just part of it. When we bind, our very souls are tied together. You have to be really sure that you love each other, because you're promising to spend eternity with them."

Roslyn pondered over this as Tauriel went on to describe all that she had to do to plan their ceremony.

…

She couldn't identify why, but a funny feeling had settled in the pit of her stomach ever since Tauriel's visit that morning. Roslyn sat at the small table in the antechamber and stared at her plate full of food. She had barely seen Thranduil all day and as odd as it may seem, she missed him.

Right at that moment, he walked through the doors looking tired. He threw off his robes and came over to her, placing a soft kiss on her forehead.

"I'm sorry I've been so absent today," he told her as he sat down at the table.

"It's ok. Did you get a lot done?"

"Yes. Plenty of meetings and decisions and paperwork," he sighed.

"You look drained."

He gave her a weak half smile as he filled his plate. Roslyn continued to stare at him, watching him eat. She forked a bit of fruit but could barely stomach it.

"Is everything alright?"

She looked up at him, "Yeah, I'm fine."

"You're not eating anything. Are you feeling ill?"

"No, no. I'm just not that hungry."

She shoveled some food into her mouth to appease him.

"You know, I think I might go to the library and explore the books a bit more. See what I can find."

She didn't even have to specify which library, he already knew.

"Anything in particular you're looking for? Perhaps I can help you find it."

"No, I just want to browse. And you should get some sleep. It's getting late and I can tell you're worn out."

She got up to leave. He grabbed her arm gently as she walked past him. Roslyn turned and looked down at the Elven king. She watched as his soft eyes searched her face.

"You swear you're alright?"

She bent down and kissed him on the lips.

"Yes," she smiled.

…

(Beautiful Drug – Thievery Corporation)

After a short search she finally found what she had been looking for. It was a large black book, leather-bound with gold writing etched into the spine. She sat down in her favorite spot and stoked the fire a bit. Curling her feet up under her she began to flip through the pages. Various old elven traditions and customs flashed before her eyes. Roslyn finally stopped once she'd reached the page on binding.

She sat there for some time reading and rereading the couple of pages describing the ceremony and magic behind the binding. It seemed like a beautiful tradition to her – something special and far more valued than the typical marriage she was used to seeing. Her stomach flipped as she thought about Thranduil. For just a moment she let her mind wander into a fantasy where they had a future together.

Then as if on cue, he seemed to materialize right there in the library. Her glazed over eyes came back into focus. He stood before her in leggings and a light, casual tunic.

"What are you doing here? I thought you were sleeping?"

"I wasn't so tired after all."

"Oh."

He cocked his head as he observed her.

"Found something interesting to read?"

"Um, yes. I guess you could say that."

She set the book face down beside her and unfurled her legs. Standing up, she stretched languidly. Thranduil walked over to her and brushed the hair out of her face. Roslyn looked up at him and almost gasped. He looked like a god standing there in the dim room, with nothing but the firelight illuminating him. His eyes were dark and intense as he gazed back at her. She felt a thrill run through her at the dangerously sexy look on his face.

Slowly, he bent his head down, bringing his lips to hers is a sultry kiss. She felt herself melt against him as one hand cupped her cheek while the other wrapped around her waist, bringing her closer. He angled her head and the kiss grew deeper, his tongue exploring her mouth. Roslyn felt the incredible need for him burn inside her, stronger than ever. Her emotions whirled and she felt herself grow wet. Her hands reached for his tunic, untying the lacings with a sense of urgency.

He continued to assault her mouth as his deft fingers unlatched each button on the back of her dress. He pulled it down off her arms as she tugged at his leggings. They stood before each other completely naked, the firelight bouncing off their slick skin. Thranduil pulled back and looked at her.

"You are so beautiful," he whispered.

Roslyn felt her stomach flip at the words. Her heart pounded furiously as he laid her down on the plush rug. His lips ran down her throat and between her breasts. His palm glided over her skin as he continued down her stomach. She arched her back, lost in the sensation. His lips kissed the sides of her ribcage and then under her breasts. She felt his tongue swirl around a nipple while his hand massaged the other breast. She moaned softly, spurring him on.

Thranduil felt so hard it was getting painful. He gazed down on her and his heart tugged at the sight. She was exquisite, the fire casting a flattering shadow across her naked body. But most importantly, she was all his. He felt intoxicated by her as she arched her back, begging for more. Her head rolled back and her dark hair splayed out over the white rug.

He finally made his way back to her mouth, desperate to taste her again. Their lips met with an electric shock. She nipped at his lower lip and he moaned in response. He felt her pressing her hips up against his, desperate to feel him inside of her. His right hand skimmed down her waist, holding her still.

Slowly, Thranduil pushed inside of her. He hissed at the sensation as Roslyn gasped. They locked eyes as he filled her completely. She brought her left knee up to angle them better. His hand brushed up her thigh, grabbing her flesh as he pulled out and thrust back in, slow and hard. They took their time, their lovemaking passionate and unhurried.

Roslyn could barely stand it as the torrent of emotions rushed through her.

I love you.

They moved together leisurely, letting the pleasure build to an ultimate crescendo. Their lips hovered so close, almost touching, as they came together. They cried out softly, letting their orgasms wash over them. For several long moments, they lay together, limbs tangled and bodies slick with sweat.

Thranduil pulled out and rolled over onto his back. Roslyn scooted over and laid her head down on his chest, enjoying the post-coital hum of her body. He ran his fingers softly up and down her spine. The fire crackled as they enjoyed the intimate moment together.

"Will you come back to my chambers?" he asked.

Roslyn smiled softly, her cheek still pressed against his skin. She felt the butterflies in her stomach and her heart thudding in her chest.

"Yes."

Slowly, they stood back up, their legs still weak and shaking. They got dressed in a comfortable silence. Finally, Roslyn turned towards him and held her hand out, waiting for him to take it.

"You go on. I'll be right behind you. There's one more thing I need to do."

Roslyn searched his face for a moment.

"Alright."

He watched as she left the library. Once he heard the door close, he turned and picked up the long forgotten book, examining the page she had been reading. His brow furrowed in confusion.

Binding?

His heart filled with an emotion that confused him as he allowed himself to fantasize for just a moment. He laid the book back down and walked out of the library, lost in thought.

A/N: Well congrats to a small handful of you all who guessed at where I was going with Tauriel and Maethor! Hehe

Anyway, I know there wasn't too much that happened in this chapter, but I have some more good stuff planned that's coming up. So please review!