"Dinner is almost ready." Aragorn said as he released her and threaded her arm through his. "And Ada would like you to once again join us and Gandalf at the head table. Frodo will be there, as will Bilbo. And then to the Hall of Fire for stories and song."

Natasha smiled all the way to the dining hall, her arms linked through those of two elves she was well on the way to falling in love with. Inside her head, her twin Nigel chuckled, smugness radiating along their bond, as his own pleasurable liaison with a certain minstrel had finally bore fruit, the two of them sitting in the Shrine of the Sword as they kissed tenderly, their limbs entwined.

Chapter 25

That night after dinner, Natasha begged off accompanying Gandalf to the Hall of Fire, her usual companions being engaged in deep discussion with a group of Rangers newly arrived in Rivendell. She was tired, she told Gandalf and he had sent her to bed with a fatherly smile and a kiss on the cheek. As she walked through the corridors to her chambers, the first strains of music followed her like a playful puppy, sometimes giving her a few bars to listen to before dropping off into silence. Only when she had shut the door did she have complete silence, utter, blissful silence, and solitude.

There were times when the world got to be too much, when there was just too much going on in the outside world and inside her head, that Natasha just had to find some time alone to deal with her feelings. Now was one of those times. Luckily, she had discovered that just being alone, where she could wield the Power without the possibility of disapproval, helped relieve some of the stress and she no longer needed such a vibrant display of release of the tension as the Power unleashing itself. No, now she could merely play absentmindedly with a few strands of light and this served to bring her world back into balance. Her routine was almost finished when her thoughts finally strayed from the peaceful state she had gotten them to, as was becoming more and more frequent these days, if she was completely honest with herself, to Aragorn and Legolas and the feelings they invoked in her. Lying on her bed, she quickly checked to make sure she was blocking Nigel before replaying the events of the afternoon, if with a few minor changes for her own amusement.

Natasha's fantasy

She and Legolas were laying under the tree in the gardens, kissing tenderly, as his hands wandered over her thigh to her sides and finally across her back to tangle once more in her hair. Moaning softly, Natasha let her own hands have free rein, caressing Legolas' chest through his tunic and around his waist to pull him closer to her. When his lips finally left hers to allow them to breathe, they did not stay parted from her long, trailing across her cheek and down her neck to where it met her shoulder. Here he nipped gently, chuckling softly at the gasp that it brought to her lips. He spread the open mouthed kisses up and down her shoulder, and Natasha thrilled when she brought forth a groan as she returned the favour, licking tentatively at an ear then sucking the lobe between her lips with his more vocal approval of her actions.

"Ai, meleth, you will undo me before we have had a chance to get to the good part." Legolas teased, easing her back down onto her back and leaning over her as he pushed a strand of hair away from her face.

Suddenly, Aragorn was behind her, running his hands over her arms and shoulders, before untying the laces of her gown while his lips trailed fiery kisses along her neck up to her ear. Slowly, he and Legolas undressed her, their hands mapping each inch of skin as it was revealed until finally she lay naked between them, a blush creeping into her cheeks as they gazed at her with hungry eyes.

"Now it's your turn." she said, pushing them away a little and settled herself down to watch as they quickly removed their clothes. Now was not the time for any lengthy teasing, their want was as strong as hers and there would be time enough for that later.

They quickly rejoined her on the ground, one on either side of her, pressing their bodies, and their obvious arousals against her, all of them sighing at the electrifying sensations running through their bodies at the contact. Petting both of them as well as she could from her position, Natasha trailed her hands along their chests, marveling in the difference between hair and hairless that was really the only difference between Aragorn and Legolas, aside from the fact that the Ranger was darker skinned from all his time out in the Wilds. Her hands caressed further south until she encountered the objects of her desire, their proud elfhoods, and grasped them firmly, giving them each a good few pumps. They permitted her to play with them for a few minutes but soon grew tired of simply taking pleasure and, wanting to give in return, Natasha soon found herself flipped onto her back with two persistent elves suckling on her breasts while a hand each made the journey between her legs to where her moistness awaited.

They each groaned around the nipple they held in their mouths upon finding her so wet and ready, and without a word spoken between them, though Natasha noticed the silent communication going between them in the brief look they had shared, Aragorn positioned himself at her entrance and thrust into her heat gently, bringing a drawn out moan from Natasha as she was filled. Oh the pleasure! And with Legolas still suckling at her breast, it wasn't long before Natasha was sent over the edge, her world exploding into a myriad of sensations.

Panting, Natasha stared up at the ceiling of her room, wondering when any of her other fantasies had seemed so real. Not able to recall, she straightened the skirt of her gown and went into the bathroom for a quick clean up, she hadn't climaxed like that in a long time, and certainly not from her own hand. And certainly her hair would need to be tamed back into some semblance of order.

When she finally felt herself presentable, she left her chambers to walk in the gardens for a bit, to cool her heated face as the cold water had not done. A brisk walk through the flower bushes and over the bridge traversed stream, Natasha soon found herself in the part of the gardens below the Hall of Fire. Aragorn and Legolas were sitting on the railing of the corridor and their faces lit up when they saw Natasha, quickly swinging themselves over the banister and were at her side in a matter of moments.

"We do apologize for abandoning you so this evening, Natasha." Aragorn said, kissing her forehead. "We simply wished to hear the news from along the path that Gandalf has mapped out for us."

"Forgive us?" Legolas asked, threading her arm through his as they walked further into the gardens.

"Of course." she replied, and with a secretive smile, added. "I was able to find something to entertain me while you two were busy with other things."

Inside her head, she could feel Nigel's mirth as well as hearing his full belly laugh from within the Halls of Fire, where surely more than a few elves were looking at him strangely. His humour was infectious and soon she was chuckling alongside him, much to the confusion of her companions as they escorted her around the gardens.

And so ends Part I of Natasha's Tale. Part II is coming shortly, which I hope you will enjoy, Fair Readers.