A/N
this chapter has lemon so skip if you do not wish to read that.
A week has passed since Legolas and I returned, we haven't spoken of marriage or anything of the sort since. It's been awkward between us, not in the since that there is lacking intimacy, no by all means no. Any chance we are alone we seem to lose control, but then he stops us. It was frustrating, and in turn I avoided him, then the moments we did have together it seemed I couldn't control myself with so much pent up sexual frustration I acted as a teenager.
Today I chose to stay in bed, not out of sickness but sheer annoyance. I didn't wish to see him; couldn't he see me throwing myself at him? It was as if he didn't care his constant rejections hurt me, and he always said 'not like this.' But never went into detail on anything. It was infuriating.
A dull drum sounded at my door, I threw a pillow at it "Go away!" The door opened and a very concerned Legolas strode in. He marched straight for me his hand instinctively feeling my forehead before he even had a chance to ask if I was ill. He cleared his throat after he assessed that I was fine. "Would you like to accompany me on a stroll?" his voice was tinged in nervousness, I tilted my head curiously at him. "A stroll?" I asked trying not to laugh "Let me change." I said jumping out of the bed with a sigh; he waited for me sitting on the bed while I changed into more appropriate attire for the outdoors. I wore a simple white peasant dress and a thick cloak.
He grabbed my hand tightly in his as we passed the threshold of my room; he led with purposed steps silently. We walked through corridors and many sets of stairs before making it out into the street, heat continued to build in me at his close proximity as he dragged me through the chilly air the sun was beginning to set. He stopped in front of the far wall and began dragging me up the steps. "Legolas wha-" I said breathlessly as he drug me. He finally let go when we stood along the wall, the setting sun cast a warm glow on his face. He swallowed standing in front of me, "I have waited for this day for hundreds of years." He pulled out two rings from his pocket; they were silver and looked handmade, lacking craftsmanship. "I made these myself; I am not my father by any stretch." He spoke nervously. He was proposing? My mouth hung open. "You hold my heart in your hands- Verity Woodward, Sent of the Valar, lóth Nin- " I jumped up and down squealing "Yes! Yes Yes!" His face split open in a wide grin and he scooped me up in his arms spinning me around. He stuttered out nervous tangents and questions, "We can have a large ceremony if you wish it? or-" I cut him off "I just want you Legolas." He slid the ring onto my index finger, saying a string of Elvish I had no way of understanding only understanding the general love and devotion behind it. He then instructed me in similar fashion and I said my set of vows sliding the silver ring onto his finger. It was intimate, it was us, a large wedding ceremony didn't seem fitting for our relationship. The Elves put more focus on the bond, than the rings anyway. Without giving me a chance to react he lifted me in his arms and flew up the levels of the city. The sun had long set by now and the darkness was biting and crisp. "Legolas!" I laughed against his chest, as he threw me on my bed with a growl.
My eyes widened at the sound, "lóth Nin We do not have to if you are not ready." He whispered, his eyes were downcast. I pulled him down on top of me in reply, kissing him with heat. My hands roved his body, tugging at his tunic. He broke the kiss briefly to oblige my tugs. Then before I could drink him in, he crashed back into my lips; his left hand untied my cloak while his right gripped my waist. He lifted me off of the bed when it was untied, I stood before him, my gaze fixed on his tented leggings. He lifted my dress over my head and took a sharp breath in. I wanted to shy away from his stare, but I felt myself leaning into it, feeling a heat deep within me from it. I knelt before him, my hands delicately undoing the ties on his leggings. His hands formed fists at his side as if he was using all of his focus to restrain himself. I smiled slowly pulling his pants down to reveal the part of him I so desperately craved.
He lifted me up once his pants were removed and we stood there completely naked, both drinking each other in. I've never felt empty before, not like this type of empty. But standing here I felt empty and wanted to be filled.
He closed the gap in between us, kissing and sucking on my neck, his fingers ever so gently pinching my hard nipples. My knees felt weak and wobbly as I stood there panting and moaning. He pressed his body into mine, supporting me as he continued to kiss and suck, going lower and lower. He trailed kissed down my collarbone and shoulder, stopping before my left breast.
Then he went in for the kill, sucking and nibbling on my nipple, my hands flew out pulling his body closer to mine as I let out a breathy moan. "Leg-Legolas" I breathed out, my body quaking at his touch. He smiled against my skin, pulling away. He lifted my body into the air pressing me firmly against him. My legs instinctively wrapped around his waist, his hands held my rear, my arms wrapped around his neck and I brought his head down to kiss me. Our hips ground into each other, his hands gently parted my cheeks as his lifted my body closer to him, the wetness I was emitting pooled in between us making our stomachs slick. I moaned into the kiss, biting his lip hard. He walked us over to the bed, never breaking the kiss, and gently laid me down, his body towered over mine. He pulled away panting, his blue eyes were so dark they looked almost black, almost animalistic, his cheek too were tinged a light dusting of pink. Though he was nowhere near as winded as I was.
His eyes roved my body, like a starving wolf and I was the rabbit. I tugged at his neck, squirming trying to pull him into another kiss. He smirked a devious smirk then descended; my eyes watched him in awe and almost horror. He did not descend onto my lips, no he descended a kiss onto my right breast, kissing and nibbling, supporting his weight with one hand and the other massaging my left breast. My body squirmed underneath him, my hips bucking, my hands finding their way into his hair pulling and tugging. Then he descended again, trailing gentle kisses down my stomach until he got to my slick opening. I squirmed, tightening my thighs feeling flustered, then I felt his tongue, he licked me softly. I melted allowing him to pry my legs open, he continued dancing against my clitoris with his tongue, "Leg-" I breathed out, my legs wrapped around his head, his hands held my hands down into the bed. "Legolas!" My hips bucked wildly into his face, as I felt an explosion bursting inside me. His grip on my hands tightened as he looked up at me with a dreamy expression. Once my twitching had calmed he released my hands, pulling my knees up in one fell swoop, then he inserted a finger. I squirmed in discomfort at the foreign feeling. He spoke Elvish to me, I don't know if he realized I couldn't understand him. I began to enjoy his touch, rocking myself back and forth into his thrusts, he added another finger and I didn't even flinch. Pulling him closer, my hands grabbed onto his wrist as I whimpered. He again only gave me a dark smirk, and began thrusting into me harder, his other hand finding my clit and rubbed small circles into it as his other thrusted deep within me. My nails dug into his wrists as I again came, "Oh!" I whimpered, riding his hand, my muscles contracted and tightened around his fingers. I bit my lip, unable to do anything or thing any coherent thought. He climbed on top of me, spreading my legs wide open. His face gleamed in my wetness. He kissed me, sucking and nibbling on my bottom lip, my legs wrapped themselves around his back. then he thrusted himself inside me. I gasped at the pain; he pulled away, his face etched in worry. "lóth Nin?"
"I-I'm fine. Keep going." I choked out, he hesitantly inched deeper until he was completely inside. Then he descended on my neck again, kissing and sucking my pain away, he moved slowly at first. My arms flew up pulling him down on me; my moans began more frequent, he began to pick up the pace. He too let out his own moans. His hand trailed down to my warmth again and began rubbing while he slammed himself into me. "v-verity" he moaned into my ear, his entire body trembled, his breathing was erratic I could feel his pulse inside me. My hips bucked along with his, my body arching up to meet his with his thrusts, his hand rubbed faster and faster. My breath quickened. Then we both yelled each others name at the same time. I felt his seed pour into me, my muscles tightened and contracted around him, I felt I would burst. Yet when he pulled out I felt whole, like the strings that attached us weren't just strings anymore. I couldn't tell if the bliss I was feeling was me, or maybe coming from the bond. I sighed in contentment curling my body around his as he laid down next to me and we fell asleep.