The room was thick with heat and the sun coated it in a glorious golden colour. It matched the Prince's hair perfectly as it arrayed itself over the Prince's sweat-covered back. His muscles tightening and contracting, forcing his body backwards and forwards with his lips firmly fixed on Anié's, the Prince's body moving like ripples of waves in the sea, making Anié beg for more and for the pleasure to forever continue. With one final push, he thrust himself inside his beautiful wife one last time, causing both of them to shake and shudder with pleasure.
All was silent save for the sound of wet, tender, succulent lips kissing and parting constantly. Legolas passionately kissed the swan-like neck of his wife under her chin as she sighed and chuckled quietly, holding her lover close.
Eventually, Legolas rolled onto his back and exhaled heavily, all his energy now spent. Anié leant over onto her stomach and laid her head on the magnificent chest of her Prince, tracing his ribs with her fingertips. Her hair was so soft to the touch that the sensation of it falling like soft rain upon his chest thrilled the Prince. He held her close to him and they sighed together, both of them deeply immersed in a world of contentment and bliss.
"Wonderful" she whispered. "As always".
Legolas looked down at her and smiled. It was that little smile on his face that made her heart skip a beat, as it always did. She was by no means anywhere near his high status, but she was head-over-heels in love with him – every time she saw him, she was thrilled to the bone by him. His presence was enough to make her feel loved and special, but when he approached her that evening and she felt his lips brush past hers as he asked her to come with him to his chambers, she knew their love bond had been secured forever.
Legolas felt the same way about her. She was so beautiful, so very, very beautiful; he could not describe it in words. They had spent many long years together in Mirkwood and through all the good times and the bad times, they had been strong and in all the years to come, easy and difficult, he would never let her go. He simply could not lose her, he loved her so much.
As the smile spread over his face, he leant down and kissed her once again, his hand supporting the back of her head and feeling its way through layers upon layers of gloriously soft, chocolate-coloured hair. Their tongues danced together within their mouths and they never wanted this moment to end.
Unfortunately, it did. Rather abruptly, there was a series of loud knocks at the door.
"Prince Legolas?" called the faint voice of the messenger from outside the door.
More knocks followed.
"Prince Legolas? Your father wishes to see you as soon as possible for an important council meeting".
After a short pause, more knocks ensued (which the couple ignored as much as possible) and the messenger continued to call the prince's name. Legolas sighed, irritated.
"I don't want to go" he sighed.
"I'll come with you" Anié said, attempting to comfort him.
"I'm part of the council; your father shall no doubt want me to attend".
Legolas held her hand and brought it up so it rested just beneath his chin.
"I want to stay here with you".
She smiled, feeling the same way. She lightly kissed his knuckles and looked into his deep, sapphire eyes.
"We can always come back" she said encouragingly.
"I haven't given you your full share of pleasure yet".
Wicked smiles spread over their faces as Legolas chuckled and kissed his wife again. As the insistent knocking continued, Legolas hauled himself out of bed and pulled on a large gown. He then opened the door so the messenger could see him and not Anié.
"What is the council for?" Legolas asked.
"More scouts have gone missing" the messenger replied.
"More?" said Legolas, exasperation in his voice.
He sighed and hung his head disbelief.
"That's exactly how your father feels, my Prince".
Legolas nodded a little, imagining his father sitting in his throne, desperate to destroy evil once and for all, as he was. He lifted his head to face the messenger, said "I will be there shortly" before swiftly shutting the door.
Once the door was once again shut, Legolas pulled off his gown and walked over to his wardrobe, debating which of his many court robes to wear. Anié sat up in bed, the sheet covering her breasts and she gazed at the naked form of her husband standing not far from the bed, studying every aspect of it in great detail.
"I know you're looking" said Legolas without even looking at her.
Anié chuckled.
"How could I not? Your body looks as though it has been perfectly carved from marble".
As Legolas pulled his tights and lower garments on, he walked over to her and gently held her chin, saying:
"If I am carved from marble, what are you carved from?"
"Rotting wood" Anié replied, jesting.
Legolas tutted and shook his head, trying to catch a glimpse of her perfectly-formed breasts from under the bed-sheet.
"Anié, you mustn't say such things. Your body is too beautiful for that. Far too beautiful …"
He leant forwards and lightly kissed her neck whilst breathing softly down her neck and shoulders, thrilling her easily.
"Your skin is like silk – so soft and beautiful to touch. So perfect … oh Anié, your body is beyond words …"
Anié chuckled, delighting in the sensations and the compliments Legolas was giving her.
"Alright, alright, that's enough!" she said laughing gently, pushing Legolas off.
"Your father will get impatient".
She too left the bed and started getting dressed. Legolas pulled on his silver Mirkwood shirt that suited him so beautifully. After taking his fair share of gazing at her naked form, he sneaked up behind her, wrapped his arms around her waist and tugged her ear with his teeth.
"Stop it!" laughed Anié.
She picked up her dark red shirt (which also fitted her perfectly) and tried to put it on over her head, but every time she tried, Legolas pulled it down away from her head so he could continue kissing her. This went on for some time and Anié's threats of what she would do to Legolas if he didn't stop didn't seem to be working. Eventually, he let her go and she pulled it on.
"Have you no self-control, Prince of Mirkwood?" Anié asked, smiling and with her arms wrapped round the handsome prince.
"Not when you're standing near naked before me" he replied, securing his lips upon hers for the last time.
"Come on" she said.
"We have to go".
Although they did not want these moments of passion to end, they knew they had their duties and responsibilities. Legolas followed Anié out of the bedroom, closing the door quietly behind him.