Chapter 28

Passion

Gandalf had now been gone for 2 days. It was a three day journey to Minas Tirith, as a Nazgul flies, but Shadowfax was a fast horse.

I could find no sleep that night. I stood at the window when Legolas woke up.

"Gilraen?"

I did not turn and face him. I heard him sit up and I turned.

"Legolas are you….."

He showed no signs of pain. I slowly walked over and sat down on the edge of the bed.

"~Are you in pain?~"

He shook his head. I gently removed the bandages and gasped. His wound had almost completely healed. I touched it lightly with my fingertips. Legolas took my hand and lifted my face to him. He stroked my face and smiled at me. I smiled and took his hand.

"~You know not how long I waited for you to be free of pain…it felt as though it had been….~"

Legolas silenced me with a kiss. His lips traveled down my jaw hungrily. I placed my free hand on the back of his head and tangled my fingers in his soft blond hair. His lips found mine and I started to undo his shirt. I lifted it off him and tossed it aside. I ran my fingers down his well sculpted chest. He was warm and muscular. I lightly touched his chest and he shivered. I pulled back and looked at him. He slowly undid my shirt and pushed it back over my shoulders, leaving my chest exposed. His lips were back on mine and his tongue pried open my mouth. I willingly let him in and I pulled him down on top of me.

"Legolas…." I moaned.

He slowly removed my pants and I arched my back. His mouth took in one of my breasts and I screamed. He gently massaged the other and I sat up. He pulled me onto his lap and I wound my arms around him. His lips traveled down to the base of my throat where he kissed me. I threw my head back and moaned. Purposely rubbing up against him. He was hard and I smiled. I felt hot and my hand traveled down to his pants. My hand brushed over him and I heard a deep moan in his throat. I pushed down his pants and he kicked them off. He did not enter me right away, no he made me want him. He trailed his finger down my abdomen and to my opening. He slowly pushed one finger inside. My eyes opened wide and I dug my nails into his back.

"Gilraen…meleth nin….."

He added another finger and then began to move inside me. I gasped and let out a loud moan of pleasure.

"Oh! Oh yes! Legolas!" I moaned.

He crashed his lips to mine and thrust his tongue into my mouth. He removed his fingers and trailed them up my body and then cupped my face. I could feel his member brush against me. Our tongues danced together and he pulled back and touched my face gently.

"Would you bind yourself to me now?" He asked.

"Make me yours Legolas! Please!" I begged.

"Then I bind myself to you Gilraen daughter of Aragorn." He said.

He slowly entered me. My eyes rolled into the back of my head and I clutched his arm. He broke through my barrier and after a few mere seconds of pain he filled me completely. I opened my eyes and looked into his. I lightly touched his face with the tips of my fingers and adjusted to his size. After a few more seconds he began to move within me. I had never experienced anything like this before. His hand went to my breast and he gently massaged it.

"Ah!…Oh….Legolas!" I gasped.

He moved in and out of me and began to move faster. I arched my body so he went deeper inside me. He was pulsing inside me and I knew he was close. I pulled his lips to mine and his tongue once more entered my mouth. I lifted my leg and wrapped it around him. I took his hand and placed it on my thigh. I moved my lips to his neck and sucked at it.

"Oh Gilraen!"

I felt him shiver at my touch and he thrusted hard. I let out a scream of pleasure and he smashed his lips to mine. He thrusted hard again and again and I only wanted more. He gently placed his hand behind my head and kissed me fiercely. Then I felt him empty himself inside me. I followed soon after and then we separated. I looked into his beautiful deep blue eyes. Our breathing was hard and labored, sweat covered our bodies and I raised my hand and touched his face. He closed his eyes and kissed my hand.

"~No other elf in this world shall ever love his wife more then I love mine. My beautiful Gilraen.~" he murmured.

I smiled as he called me his wife. I kissed him. It was long and I never wished for it to end.

Later that night Ista straight up with wide eyes.

"What is it love?" Legolas asked.

"My father is going to murder me."