A/N: There is a lime in this chapter
Chapter 11
The rest of the meal went surprisingly well. After the wine incident Thranduil basically ignored me. Fine by me. Beautiful string music started as plates were delivered to us. The tempo was reminiscent of some songs I'd heard back home in a show I'd loved called Bridgerton. It brough me a twinge of nostalgia. God how things have changed.
I look to Legolas who's eating merrily beside me. He seems much happier that our plates are balanced and not overflowing with salted meats. For the moment he seems content and carefree as he converses with a red headed boy across form us. I get the gist that this is someone he trained with when he was younger.
I eat the last bite of my meal then turn in my seat to look around the room. Elves dance airily with each other. Their dance look like a mix of Les Lanciers and a Gallop. They make having fun look so graceful and effortless. They joy causes a breath of quiet laughter to erupt from me. I hear a chair pull against the floor behind me but I'm too enthralled with the scene before me to turn around. An outstretched hand blocks my view. I look up to Legolas and shake my head in amused refusal.
"I don't know how to dance like that." I look back to the dancers wistfully.
"Trust me." He says to me. And I do. I take his hand and follow him to the group. A few elves make some space for us.
"Now what?" I say when we face each other. He grins mischievously at me, and I let out a laugh when he grips my hips and lifts me onto his boots. He wraps an arm around my lower back. I place one arm around his shoulder. We clasp our free hands, and he moves us in the same pattern as the other dancers. It feels like we belong, and I can't stop laughing.
The song changes a few times and as fun as being ferried around is, I want us to do this as equals. I put up resistance and he stops, looking at me questioningly. This time I grin up at him mischievously. His expression turns amused.
I step down and his hand glides from my back to rest gently on my side. I slide my hand from his shoulder across his back to rest on the opposite shoulder. A new song starts and I tentatively follow the steps we've all been dancing. He lets me set the pace and watches me with admiration.
His belief and patience in and with me gives me the confidence and space to try things on my own. I know he won't let me fail, and if I stumble, he'll be there to catch me. And I do. I fumble a few times over my own feet, but he keeps us moving forward. Eventually I get the hang of it, and we move just as fluently around the room as everyone else.
Something behind me catches Legolas' attention and he brings us to a slow, then a stop. He bows his head to my shadow then steps back. I turn and meet Thranduil's scrutinizing blue eyes. I lower my gaze and bow my head.
When I straighten he takes my hand and places his other on the middle of my back respectfully. Inside I'm shaking like a leaf but outside I place a steady hand on his shoulder. We start moving and I mess up right away. Dammit. Thranduil steadies me though. I push through the embarrassment and keep going, determined not to embarrass him as well.
We don't speak for the duration of the song, silently assessing each other the whole way through. It's strangely intimate and awkward all at once. He guides us to a stop as the song closes.
"I eagerly await my sons' motives for bringing you here." He says in a tone I can't quite place before giving me the slightest bow. I quickly bow lower and watch as he walks away. I suck in a deep breath I didn't realise I needed. He's intense.
I move back to my seat and take a couple swigs of the wine. The flavours dance briefly against my taste buds before slipping away. I lower the glass back to the table and my head swims. Whoa, that's some strong stuff. Legolas sits beside me.
"Are you alright?" He asks worriedly. I nod.
"He didn't really say much." He looks relieved. Yeah, me too.
"Would you like to dance some more?"
I think I need a break." He nods and adjusts so he's more comfortable.
We sit and talk, well Legolas does most of the talking, with those still remaining at the table. I absent mindedly sit at my drink as the party starts to die down, and when I say die down, I mean die down by elf standards. A few have taken their leave, but many elves seem like they'll go all night. I sway in my seat and Legolas steadies me with a hand on my back.
"Would you like me to escort you to your chambers?" He offers and I nod in acceptance. He excuses us and we stand. The world spins. That Dorwinion wine is something else. I giggle. "Tolo." Legolas says in Sindarin and I shiver. It sounds so smooth rolling off his tongue. I sway again and grip him for support. "I can carry you once we are not in the company of others." He whispers to me.
"Okay." I say back breathlessly. He smirks, shakes his head, then leads us from the room.
As soon as we're alone he sweeps me up into his arms princess style. I giggle and throw my arms around his neck. I stare up at him and smile daftly all the way to my room. I can tell it's inflating his ego, but I can't help it. I'm glad I stuck to one drink; one was more than enough.
He gently sets me down on my feet and closes the door. I huff and he regards me with a raised eyebrow. I start aggressively removing my hair from the twist. He stands, silently amused as I do.
"She took your braids out." I pout. "Will you redo them?"
"I 'ell nîn, tolo hí." He sits sideways, one knee bent on the edge of the bed. I push down a shiver from his native tongue.
I sit in front of him, almost falling in the process. He shifts toward me and steadies me easily. He's so beautiful. I step closer and place my hands on his shoulders. He looks surprised and grips my waist to support me. I lift my knees to the bed and crawl forward until I'm basically straddling his lap.
I slide my hands up his neck and cup his jaw. He meets my gaze and I lean down, gently pressing a kiss to his forehead, then to the tip of his nose, both his cheeks, the corner of his mouth. I lower myself so I'm not hovering anymore and finally press my lips to his.
He kisses back easily, but the need I want him to have is missing. I nip at his bottom lip and he pulls me closer. I smile into the kiss and he takes the opportunity to nip back. He captures my bottom lip between his teeth and tugs gently, a small groan slips from me. I run my tongue along his bottom lip and he opens for me.
Heat pools in my belly and my heart starts fluttering. He's slow and thorough in his exploration of my mouth but I'm impatient. I want more. I tilt his face up and angle myself, trying to get closer. One of his hands presses into my lower back and I moan, the sound being muffled by him. It spurs me on and I press my lips almost frantically to his. He groans and the sound vibrates through me.
I roll my hips against his and the friction sends a jolt of electricity through me. I whimper and his hold on me tightens. The movement brings me down against him again and I gasp. I rest my forehead against his and pant heavily. He pushes me back and I open my eyes to look at him.
"Boe annin mened. Ci sogant ylf ú-nedni. Boe losto hi." I can see the struggle in his eyes, so I don't push it. Instead, I wrap my arms around him and relax into a hug while I catch my breath. One of his hands gently strokes my back.
I hide my face in the crook of his neck not wanting to let go. His free hand cups the back of my head keeping me in place. Apparently, he doesn't want to let go either.
"Will you stay until I fall asleep?" I ask quietly.
"Ui." I climb out of his lap and turn so he can quickly braid my hair. When he's done, I move off the bed and wait while he stands. I climb into the bed again and move over to make room for him. He relines on top of the blankets and hums until I fall asleep.
I wake to a knot twisting in my stomach. The feeling is a stark contrast to the feeling of the bed I've been given. It must be at least queen size, and the mattress is a dream, so plush and cloud like. I snuggle down into the thick blankets but a know breaks my repose.
Sadariel pushes open my door and slips inside. She carries a dress I assume I'm to wear to meet Thranduil in. Luckily it looks more comfortable than the one from last night, no corset belt on this one!
Resignedly, I throw the blankets back and leave my little piece of heaven. I don't want to give her any trouble; she's been nice enough to me and I think if she opened up, we could become friends.
"Good morning." I say as she opens the wooden tri-fold divider.
"Mae govannen." She pauses and smiles at me.
She makes small talk in an effort to calm my nerves while I change. When I come out she adjusts the dress slightly then ushers me to sit. She looks at my hair consideringly before removing Legolas' braids again. I deflate and stay still as she re-braids it in one long braid to my right side.
Much too quickly Legolas and I are standing side by side in front of a closed door. He cups my cheek in silent reassurance then looks to the door like he's heard something. He drops his hand and pushes the door open. I take one last deep breath then step in behind Legolas.
Thranduil is standing by a round table pouring himself a drink of something. I bow my head and meet his gaze again.
"Mae govannen, Aran Thranduil." I say almost flawlessly. I made Sadariel practice with me, and I watch the smallest inclination of surprise flicker across his face.
"Miruvor?" He offers us diplomatically. I don't know what it is but Legolas accepts so I do as well.
Thranduil pours and passes us each a glass, then sits by the table, slowly crossing one leg over the other. He motions with a sweep of his hand for us to take the other two chairs. We sit and I follow their lead as they take a sip of the drink. It smells pleasant under my nose and warmth spreads through me at my small sip. I also feel much more aware.
"You have inhabited my halls but a fortnight thus far. I shall like to be appraised of my guest." He commands rather than questions.
"My name is Delilah Sir." I start before Legolas can say anything. I don't want to give either of them the impression that I'm nervous beyond belief. "I'm aware this sounds like a fantastical tale, but I'm from another world entirely." Thranduil's eyes narrow at me assessingly.
"I woke up here one day. I had this piece of jewelry that I always wore, Gandalf and Elrond say it held Sauron's fëa in it and when it returned here, I was taken with it." His gaze turns disturbed, but he remains silent, waiting for me to continue.
For what feels like the millionth time I retell my journey. He never once interrupts or looks away, his expression impassively masked almost the entire time. I can't tell if he believes me or not but since he hasn't stopped me I keep going.
The first glimpse of an expression I get is astonishment when I mention sneaking away to Mordor on my own. Legolas grabs my hand offering support for the next part of my story. I give him a thankful smile, but I also notice Thranduil observe our interaction. It makes me feel chastised and I remove my hand from Legolas'.
"I arrived alone. While Sauron tried to reform orcs attacked me. Killing them was nothing compared to even just Sauron's presence." I swallow back bile. "He didn't even have a body yet but the malice in the air…" My gaze falls downward as the world fades from around me. A phantom burning sears my palm and I inspect it to assure myself it's not real.
"His stone left a burn on my palm." I offer the ugly rough scar for him to see when I notice he's watching me curiously. "He reformed from sweltering fire and suffocating smoke…" I continue while his attention is on my palm.
He takes my hand and brings it closer to himself. He inspects it in disturbed… understanding? I watch his face not wanting to see the silver, bumpy, reminder anymore. The left side of his face fades and I briefly see tendon and tissue replace the smooth pale skin that's normally presented there. I side eye my drink. Am I drunk? Hallucinating? His face is back to normal when I look at him again.
I get through fighting Sauron a quickly and swiftly as I can. I'm more than ready to be done with this story. When I'm finished, we sit in silence while Thranduil absorbs my tale.
"Ego Legolas. I wish to speak to the girl alone."
I look to Legolas as he silently questions if I'll be alright. I nod even though I don't know what to expect. Surely if he wanted me dead, I would be by now. I watch as Legolas gives Thranduil a warning look to which Thranduil lifts one perfect brow.
"Ada." Legolas stands, nods, and then leaves. I watch the door close softly behind him then turn back to Thranduil. He stands and then walks gracefully to a window, his robe trailing behind him.
"My son is fond of you." He says looking out the window.
"And I him." I say perhaps a tad defensively. He turns and regards me cooly; the intensity pins me to my chair.
"You will be but a blink in his life. Humans have nothing on the years of elves." A knock on the door interrupts our staring match. "Tolo vi!" he moves his gaze to the opening door and my body sags a little with the release of tension.
"Rikruisce returns with word on the orcs, Aran nin. He's brough one back with him." A guard says, Thranduil purses his lips then nods.
"Have someone escort her to her chambers." His gaze shifts to me before he walks out. "Legolas, return to the archery range. You are to resume training the personal guards until they match your skill." I hear him say once he's out in the halls.
I flop back on my bed with a sigh once my door is closed behind me. It's still morning but that meeting mentally exhausted me. I rearrange and curl up on the bed for a nap.
I don't see Thranduil or Legolas much the next few days. I don't know where Thranduil is but Legolas spends most of the day at the archery range. I spend most of my time in my room talking with Sadariel since I'm not sure where I can go, plus I'm not exactly trying to run into the king again anytime soon.
It's my third day without Legolas, and Sadariel said she needed to attend some things, so I've just been staring at my ceiling. I sigh and push myself up. I'm bored out of my mind. I gotta do something or I'll go stir crazy.
I push myself up and peak my head out my door. It's quiet and I don't see anyone so I right myself and step out. Either direction looks unfamiliar, so I pick left.
I wander the halls aimlessly just admiring the construction of it all. It's quite detailed and spacious. There's also a sense of serenity. I close my eyes and listen to the water as it trickles by below the pathways.
"Do you make habit of lurking in halls that are not your own?" I startle at Thranduil's voice. I turn and watch as he walks up some stairs toward a throne. His throne. I stride after him up some steps. I stop in my tracks on a platform when he turns to face me part way up a second set of stairs. A few more steps and he'd be at his throne.
"I was out of bed not 24 hours before you sent Legolas out to the archery range all day. What would you have me do? Have me confined to my chambers all day? Being separated from the only one I know here makes it very difficult to keep my time filled. I cannot very well spend time with him while he is otherwise occupied." I say agitated. I pause waiting for his reaction. He gives none.
"Do you not wish to spend time with him?" I challenge. Nothing. I squirm at his resounding silence. I take a calming breath. In through the nose, out through the mouth.
"I know you are not close. He's made mistakes. You both did. But that's in the past now." I try again. Silence. I grit my teeth.
"Would your wife really want her death to cause this divide between the two of you. You're each others last connection to her. You should be bonding over the positive ways she changed your lives, not push-"
"Watch your tongue, you know not what you speak of." He moved so quickly I barely had time to blink before he was merely 2 feet in front of me. "My son and his choices are not the issue." He seethes glaring me up and down.
"I get it. You don't like me. But is your dislike of me worth pushing your son away forever?" I straighten myself. "Most humans live 80 years if they're lucky-"
"As I said. A blink of an eye to an elf." He interrupts me again.
"That may be true." I pause. "So long as nothing happens to cause the elf to fade." I add on quietly. He pulls back, appalled and offended, like I just threatened his son. "Legolas said he would renounce his claim as heir, that binding ourselves was worth more to him." I say softly. I give him a moment to let the reality settle in. I take a step forward and look up at him, pleading.
"The world is truly rid of evil, there's unlimited time to start over, to mend things between the two of you. And for however long it may be, that includes me."
"Delilah!" Legolas calls, and Thranduil and I look back down the bridge to him, broken out of our little bubble. "There you are, come. I visited your rooms to spend the midday break only to find you missing." Legolas looks between the two of us and he reaches for me.
I make a show of taking his elbow before we head to the bridge. I look back over my shoulder to give one last 'think about it' look but Thranduil already wears a pensive expression.
The third day after our chance encounter I wake defeated. What's the point of getting up if I'm going to be stuck here alone anyway. I stare numbly at the ceiling.
"You don't have to knock Sadariel." I call out. I hear the door open and I wait for be scolded for still laying in bed.
"Do you wish to rest all day?" A deep musical voice asks.
"Legolas?" I sit up quickly. "What are you doing here?" I ask excitedly.
"I've been released from duties today. Would you like a tour of the halls?" He offers. I scrunch my nose and shake my head.
"Could we go out to the forest instead?" He looks hesitant. "We don't have to go far." I give him my best puppy dog eyes.
"Very well." I smile and jump out of bed.
I hurry to pull on some leggings and hear him chuckle. He closes the door so passers by can't see me change. When he turns back towards me I squeak and dart behind the wooden divider.
"Could you pass me that sweater please?" I ask pointing to the folded piece of clothing near my bed. He lifts an amused eyebrow at me.
"There is no need for embarrassment." I watch as he retrieves and bring me the shirt.
"Thank you." I say and quickly slip it over my head. "Will you braid my hair before we go?" I ask shyly coming around the partition. Legolas has a tinge of pink touching his cheeks but he nods.
When he's finished, we walk hand in hand to the Great Gates. He stops and speaks to the guard in Sindarin too quickly for me to keep up, but he points to the trees and says 'red' climb, so I assume he's telling them we'll be up in the trees.
We walk a couple of minutes until we come upon a tree with a thick trunk and strong branches. He helps me up the first few branches then follows me up gracefully. When we're 15 feet or so high we settle on a branch strong enough to hold us both. I sit with a leg on either side and my back to the trunk. Legolas, much more comfortable with being up here, lays back balancing on the branch.
We spend hours just enjoying companionable silence, listening to the sounds of the forest, or talking. Legolas gets another 2 days off and we return to the same spot, with snacks, each day. It's wonderful but there's an apprehension that lingers, interrupting our tentative peace. I know sooner or later I'll have to face Thranduil again.
"The king summons you for an audience." A guard calls up to us in our tree. I guess it's sooner rather than later. We give each other a nervous look but make our way back down. The guard waits for us then leads us back through the Great Gates. He leads us back to the same room we were in when I told him of our journey.
"Give us a moment Legolas." Thranduil addresses Legolas first. He nods then steps aside so I can follow Thranduil into the room. Something seems different. He seems subdued, or maybe resigned. We regard each other for a few quiet moments.
"What of my son after?"
"After my death you mean?" There's a pause before he nods once. "I'm terrified of the possibility of my death. The last thing I want to do is hurt him." I pause thinking over my next few words. "But I won't dishonour him either. His choices are his own. If he says this is what he wants then I believe him, and we'll enjoy every moment the Valar deem us worth of." I say certainly. He watches me for any signals of doubt.
"Legolas, you may join us." He calls slightly louder, and Legolas comes in. "You know choosing this young woman will lead you a difficult path."
"Yes Ada." He answers tightly.
"And you will sail when the time comes you grow weary?" Thranduil asks putting forth a brave front. It suddenly all makes sense.
"Ada, cease questioning my choices and trying to sway me from my decision." Legolas says exasperated. He doesn't hate me, he's just terrified of loosing his son too. I can't help myself. I step to Thranduil and wrap my arms tightly around his middle. I feel him freeze. I give one more squeeze then step back. Both elves look down at me in shock.
"That's not it Legolas. They're just convenient excuses. He's terrified of loosing you too." I say gently. Legolas' considering gaze shifts to his father for confirmation. Thranduil's jaw clenches and that seems to be all the assurance Legolas needs.
"When I grow weary I shall sail. We shall not be parted for long." Thranduil nods.
"Then you have my approval." He softens and turns to me. "For one so small, you perceive much and demand others heed your words."
"I'm passionate when it's something worth fighting for." I shrug. He regards me before speaking to Legolas.
"She is worthy." He turns back to me. "One able to face the wrath of Sauron head on after being thrown into a world not her own. While coming out the other side with compassion and wisdom." He says proudly. "She will make a good queen should I ever fall." My throat tightens and eyes brim with tears. From the corner of my eyes I can see Legolas, mouth slightly agape with astonishment.
"Come child, if you are to be part of this family you will possess the skills our line is regarded for. First, we will train the way of the blade." Thranduil assuages the mood with a hand to my upper back, ushering me from the room.
He spends the next few hours going through what Aragorn and Legolas taught me. He gives a few corrections but doesn't outright say I've developed any bad habits, so I take it as a win.
"Again." Thranduil says and it reminds me so much of when Legolas was teaching me archery.
I swing the blade up to the block position before swiping it in an arc to the side then slash at an imaginary attacker. I've repeated this move so many times back muscles I didn't know I had are burning. I try not to show my discomfort, but a tremble of my hands gives me away.
"At ease." Unceremonious I release all my muscles and the tip of the wooden sword digs into the ground. "You did well today." He looks to the edge of the training field. "I'm sure Legolas is nigh." I follow his gaze but I can't see anything.
"Thank you." I say, turning back and dipping my head.
"Go on." He says taking the sword from me. I smile then run off in the direction he indicated I'd find Legolas. As exhausted as I am I can't slow myself. The adrenaline and endorphins from gaining Thranduil's approval and then the hours of good workout pulse through me.
"Hi." I say out of breath. It's just enough warning for Legolas to plant his feet and brace himself as I slam into him and trap him in my arms. He only jostles slightly at the impact before wrapping his arms around me too.
"How was training? My father was not too harsh?" He asks holding me away so he can look me over.
"No no, he was fine. All my muscles are exhausted now though." I slouch my shoulders and let my arms drop to dangle, emphasizing my point. He looks at me with restrained amusement.
I squeak when he abruptly bends and places his shoulder against my lower stomach. His arms wrap around my thighs, and he stands. I start to tip forward but catch myself with hands splayed on his shoulder blades.
"Legolas! Put me down!" I laugh. He starts moving in the direction of my room.
"Im allu adlitha." I chortle and let myself fall forward to hang off him, accepting my fate. I'm okay with him never letting me go again. A princess carry would have been more comfortable though. A final small laugh escapes me and I lift my head and sweep my hair back out of my face.
I watch behind us as he marches. Every stride he takes is purposeful and so sure in himself. A few elves watch the spectacle we make with curiosity. I let my hair curtain my face again, less sure in myself.
He closes my door with one hand then deposits me on my bed carefully. The blood rushes through my head wit the change in gravity. When the whooshing stops I shuffle back and cross my legs so he can recline against the head board in our customary spots. I smile giddily at him.
"What is it?" He asks.
"Your father approves." I say softly, happily. "What happens now?" I take his hand into my lap and play with it absentmindedly.
"I'm unsure to what you refer."
"Well, in my world a couple would date, or if they're already dating and get approval, they'd get engaged… exchange rings." I shrug.
"Our courting is similar I suppose. Our betrothal would be announced at a meeting of our two houses, silver rings would be exchanged at the time." A small nostalgic smile pulls at the corner of his lips. "When my mother passed, my father…" He looks away, searching for words. "struggled donning their gold rings. He had 2 silver rings crafted in the likeness of the curly willow branches my mother was so fond of to wear in his gold rings' stead."
It sounds like he's fondly remembering his mother, but I can see the pain there too. I want to relieve him of it but I know there're no words that will take that pain away from him. Gently I place my hand on his far cheek and peck the one closest to me. His attention comes back to me but I can still see the memories lingering. I kiss him again on the tip of his nose this time and am rewarded with a small smile.
"The betrothal stands a year." I kiss his cheek again and he fight to hold back a smile.
"Should the match wish to continue, a feast is held." I kiss him again on the forehead this time. "The silver rings are returned and kept by the giver in exchange for gold rings worn on the index finger of our right hands."
I kiss his cheek and then trail 3 more down his jaw and throat to his collarbone. I hear the slightest catch of his breath but he continues.
"In many families the brides mother gives the groom a jewel to wear, the grooms father does the same for the bride, to show their love for and recognition of the match."
I kiss my way back up to the corner of his mouth. He's showing far too much restraint.
"Though, all that is formality. All that is truly required for a bonding is the union of hröa, fëa, and the prayer to Eru Ilúvatar for his blessing." I reach higher and brush my lips along the shell of his ear.
The world tilts as I'm spun on to my back. Legolas hovers above me, my hands pinned beside my head.
"Are you listening to me?"
I nod and smile up at him deviously, only half listening, then stretch my neck up trying to reach him again. He backs out of reach and regards me with amused disapproval.
" I do not believe you."
"Yes, yes. You mentioned the announcement at the meeting of the houses," He leans down and copies my actions from earlier, kissing my cheek.
"And the silver and gold rings." I say and he pecks my nose and forehead, I swallow.
"And the feasts and gifts." I turn my face up as he trails kisses down my neck. Tingles follow the path he takes as he continues down toward my breasts, my nipples tighten.
"And the year long engagement." I groan in both pleasure at his warm touches and disappointment of having to wait so long.
"Yes, we must refrain. I think ada would be most displeased if we wed without the show." Legolas says and backs away, releasing my hands. I throw and arm around his neck to stop his retreat.
"Ugh I don't think I can wait. I'll go crazy." I shift my hips trying to get some friction or release. "We could do other things in the meantime; we don't have to go all the way." I plead.
"Thachna gurthen." His smooth Sindarin sends goosebumps along my skin, the deep sound causing desire to pool in my belly.
I squirm again while he considers me. I beg with my eyes as best I can until he gives in.
"Stop wriggling." He whispers lowly in my ear. A hand cups my neck and he uses his thumb to tilt my head back and to the side. His lips find my throat and his knee pressing between my legs keeps me from moving. The combination is heady and liquid heat pools in my core. He presses open mouthed kisses across my collarbone, the swell of my breasts, to my cleavage.
"Legolas." I breath out his name.
His other hand moves to the neckline of my shirt and he tugs the fabric down under my breasts. The cool air assaults them and my nipples tingle as they harden. His warm mouth laps and flicks one while his fingers pinch and roll the other.
"Please." I whimper. He switches sides, showing each side the attention the other just received. A flush rushes up my chest and across my cheeks, leaving my skin warm in its wake.
My hips jerk involuntarily and the sensation against my clit causes my insides to clench. I groan and grind against his thigh.
"Please." I beg again, on the edge and desperate to topple over it. He pinches and twists my sensitive skin and the coil inside me winds a little tighter.
"Legolas." I pant and rub against him, my breath hitches and my insides clench again. The hand on my neck tightens slightly and his teeth nip roughly, sending a jolt of pleasure through me.
"Gella a nin." The command sends me over the edge. The coil snaps and pleasure floods through me, loosening all my muscles. I hum basking in the blissful feeling.
"Oh boy." I say breathlessly. "I'm in trouble if that's what you can do to me without venturing any lower." A wave of euphoria washes over me and I can't stop the stupid smile or giggle that spills out of me. His fingers gently caress my face and I never want to leave this cloud I'm floating on.
"Are you satisfied meleth nin?" His voice sends an aftershock of tingles through me and I hum in response. I half open my eyes and meet his beautiful blue eyes. Even the smug smirk on his face affects me, I do my best to fight back the blush.
"Ugh, I need to stop feeding your ego." I groan half heartedly. He barks out a chuckle that fills me with happiness.
I push his shoulder with what little strength I have left in my Jell-o arms and he takes the him, rolling off me to the side. I shift to my side and cuddle into his chest.
"Rest now." My brain's abandoned me so I close my eyes and hum again. His arms warp around me and I fall asleep to him stroking my hair.
Notes:
Tolo – come
I 'ell nîn, tolo hí – it is my please, come here
Boe annin mened. Ci sogant ylf ú-nedni. Boe losto hi – I must go. You have had to much to drink. You must sleep now.
Ui – always
Mae govannen, Aran Thranduil – well met, king Thranduil
Ego – leave
Tolo vi – come in
Aran nin – my king
Red - climb
Im allu adlitha – I am never letting you go again
Thachna gurthen – you will be the death of me/you will be death my
Gella an nin – cum for me/rejoice for me
Meleth nin – my love