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To Wed an Elf	By : LorandTab Category: Lord of the Rings Movies > Het - Male/Female Views: 7111 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter 12

With Ellekar safely resting in one of the bedchambers on the second tier, Aragorn now sat comfortably ensconced in a deep, cushioned chair in the study set just off of the royal bedchamber, his lips savoring the sweet mead Thranduil poured before seating himself in an identical chair across from the human.

�My heartfelt congratulations, dear friend,� Aragorn said, his hand raising the goblet in a warm toast of friendship and camaraderie. �May the winds of fortune, health and lovow gow gently on the lives of your son and future daughter as they ever have upon your rule.�

"Many thanks to you Elessar." Thranduil raised his own glass and pressed it to his firm lips, savoring the sweet taste of the fermented brew. "Tell me how Falawwyn favors her mother? I have been ever most curious about her."

With a long sigh, Aragorn placed his goblet on a nearby table and smiled with softness as he thought about child and mother. �She has Alasia�s poise, grace and stature � that you can for for yourself.� His eyes fell upon the gently smiling elf. �But she also has her laugh. Not just the sound, my friend � but the mirth that brings the music of her laughter. It can be seen in her eyes even before a sound is heard.� He leaned forward placing a friendly hand on the knee of his friend. �And she has her strength. That you saw this day. That you will continue to witness as long as her life is bound to your son and your people.� He leaned back studying Thranduil�s reflective countenance. �She is one of whom you may be proud were she your own.�

"Amin weera, mellonamin," Thranduil nodded. But still he had questions for the King of Gondor, for the friend of his love. "What reason is there that no more young were begotten from her union with Ellekar?"

Another sigh, this one less comfortable than the last. �It is said that their union was less than romantic. They fell into a camaraderie of sorts � an affection born of years together and raising a child.� He shrugged. �Whether that be the case or whether the gods our people chose it to be their fate to have but one child, I know not.� His eyes narrowed slightly at his friend. �We believe what we must, no?�

Thranduil nodded again, his eyes taking on the faraway glow of years pas"She"She would have had many children with me. We would have filled the palace with their laughter." His shrug ended his distraction, his eyes returning to Aragorn. "But perhaps that will fall to Legolas and Falawyn."

�Aye,� the man agreed, his hand moving to warmly settle on his friend�s shoulder. �That they will. Your bloodline will grow and thrive � the bloodline of both you and Alasia. Perhaps not in the way you had hoped � but both will thrive and grow.�

"And there will be no greater joy than seeing this house flourish, my friend." Standing, Thranduil motioned for Aragorn to join him, to walk along side him, as the continued their conversation. "Was she happy? Did she want for anything, except that which I have heard today?"

Gnawing on the inside of his jaw, Aragorn struggled with the words inside him. Should he speak or should he not? In the end he decided on the former. �Freedom,� he breathed softly. �She desired nothing more than her freedom. Ellekar was a very jealous soul. He watched and dictated her every move, save that inside the confines of their home.� He was silent for a moment before adding, �All she wanted was to be free � as is the desire of all elves,no?�

"I often wondered. I believed within my heart for so long that she would return to us, return to me." He dropped his eyes to the leaf strewn ground below his feet.

Aragorn�s arm went to his friend�s shoulder in a warm, comforting embrace. �The truth in this regard can only be known by two. Alasia, and Ellekar. I can only tell you what I believe.� Tossing his hair back from his face, the man smiled. �You will have your answer one day. Of this, I�m certain.�

"As am I." Lifting his head he turned a warm and grateful smile on Aragorn, truly grateful that he was there. "Now, let us speak of things happier. Tell me of your wife, Elessar."
Not being able to suppress the love and happiness from his expression, Aragorn smile. �She glows with the joy of upcoming motherhood.� His grin turned teasing as he leaned conspiratorially toward his friend. �Of course, I take any credit given to for the effect of her glow, as well.�
"Of course. The tree does not bare fruit without the seed." Thranduil laughed lightly trying to remove his thoughts from Falawyn's mother and what might have been. "You should take all that is due you, Elessar. Your wife glows with your love and your child growing inside her. �Tis a wondrous thing."
�Aye,� Aragorn agreed smiling proudly. �That it is.� He smiled softly. �And a wonder that you have known with the conception and birth of Legolas. A fine son, Thraduil. His courage is steady and his heart, as well as his aim, is true.� A warm look to his friend showed the respect he felt inside. �You have raised him well, mellonamin. You must be very proud.�
"More than any father can speak of." A glimmer of pride gathered at the corner of his eyes, his breath hitching on that exact thing. He was overwhelmed with the love, respect, and pride he found in his son.
Aragorn paused a moment before speaking softly. �Never let a moment pass that you can tell him so, Thraduil. No one knows more that I how precarious life can be.�
"That I have done from the moment he returned to me, to Mirkwood, after leaving your company. My concern and worry for him was great at such a fate as the fellowship carried upon their shoulders," he confessed, remembering the restless day, the anxious days, the aimless day that he endured in his son's absence.
Nodding, the human king sighed. �It was a fate your son courageously undertook, yet one I would not wish on my cursed of enemies.�
"Ah, I cry foul for your enemies. They deserved that and much more. The vileness of those creatures whom sought to lay waste to middle earth found destruction and that was a far better fate than they deserved." He shook his head and gave the man at his side a censored smile. "I perhaps have been to long in the company of men. I have begun to speak as they do, my friend. Think as they do. Speaking as the elven leader I am, �tis good they have left this world and will not suffer their own evil and torment a moment longer."
Aragorn smiled as he clapped his friend on the back. �Is it so awful, Thranduil, that you should come to detest that which is evil and wish to purge it from the very history of Middle Earth?� He chuckled then. �With the aim of your son�s bow, the venom of Gimli�s ax and the courage of all that is good and true, the victory over evil is quite within our grasp.�
"Too correct you are, Elessar." He laughed without thought then, throwing his head back and releasing the pent up merriment.
A look of disbelief covered the handsome human face. �Did you doubt it, my lord? That I should be correct, of course.�
"Nay, not at all. I thought, however, that you would like to hear that admission.� His shoulders still shook with laughter finally finding some relaxation in his present company.
�Tell me, Thranduil. How feel you truly about this union, your son having only just met Falawyn � you having never met the maid before the betrothal? How feel you?� Concern shone through steely, yet compassionate eyes.
Then the elegant elf king smiled with contentment and joy. "I could find no more happiness in Legolas' union than I feel right now. �Tis a wondrous happening that she came to be here. And even more wondrous that she has captured Legolas' heart. I am most eager to welcome her as a daughter."
Nodding, it was Aragorn who became serious. �His heart has not easily been won. His burden within the Fellowship has been quite a hardship to bear. Second only to his role as heir apparent.�
"Yes. But it has bore him a strength and a patience that few possess. This union with Falawyn will ease the tribulations of the past, of that I am certain. His happiness within her arms will know no bounds." Thranduil stopped beside as gently flowing brook, watching the fallen leaves carried upon their way.
�If any have the potential to do so, it is she.� Sitting on his heels, Aragorn took a smooth stone from the ground and tossed it into the water, the ripples creating a mesmerizing effect � one that soothed the mind and eased the soul. �She is truly amazing, Thranduil.� Silence filled the air � a companionable silence that lacked anything awkward. Finally the human spoke. �What was it that made you decide upon a betrothal at her birth? What was it that made you want to join your toddler son to an infant? Tell me, Thranduil � do you have it? The gift of sight?�
"Not as such, Elessar. It was her mother. She was gentle, loving, and passionate. I knew a daughter from her blood would be no less, and I could settle upon no less for Legolas than such a woman. I knew he would love her. I knew he would have not a choice in the matter, that his heart would rule him." Laying a hand on Aragorn's shoulder, Thranduil squeezed gently, relaying the deep caring her held for the other man.
Compassionate eyes looked into the elf�s, a wealth of understanding there. �We, none, can choose whom we grow to love.� Again, he looked toward the tranquil water. �I only ask because Legolas seems to be gifted with the sightless visions � feelings rather than the sight � yet knowledge of happenings beyond him nonetheless.� He turned toward Thranduil. �He has yet to learn control with his, no?�
"Control has escaped him thus far. But I have hope that with a settled heart and a serene mind that control will be easier to learn."
�Mellonamin, that is the quest of every beating soul � a settled heart and a serene mind.� With tentative words, Aragorn asked the question to which he had long desired an answer. �Think you not that you will ever find love again. Do you wish it?�
"Nay. I have found love twice and lost it twice. I will not turn my heart to finding another. I will take my happiness and fulfillment from my son and his heirs," Thranduil replied, content with the choice made long ago.
The man at his side smiled. �I know the feelings of which you speak. I pray daily to the powers that be that my lady wife and I have but a small piece of what you have known with your wife � and your love.� He turned then and threw another stone into the water. �Life is precious,� he breathed. �Life is good.�

Falawyn slowly eased her eyes open, awakening from the drugged aftermath of shared pleasure. Tilting her head, she glanced upwards to Legolas. Her smile was sated and sweet, open with the promise of many more like moments to come.
His own eyes mere slits, their steely color now brightened by the overly-relaxed state he now found himself in, elegant fingers slowly eased to her cheek brushing the pads gently against the softness of her satiny cheeks. �Aye, me,� he sighed. �What magic is it you have cast upon me?� His teasing smile screamed of happiness mixed with the fatigue of physical satisfaction.
"Nay. �Tis no magic I weave, my lord." She laughed softly, lips parting into full inviting cliffs. "�Tis love. Pure and sweet, given freely and completely."
Being unable to contain himself, Legolas dipped his face and sampled the honey she so willingly gave, his tongue running along the inside of her mouth�s cavern before hesitantly pulling away. With a long, sultry stretch, he sighed again � this time from regret. �We must prepare to meet with my father. He will be curious as to the result of our � shall I say � reunion?� He grinned almost wickedly before his face soothed into a more tender expression. �I would enjoy time with Aragorn, again.�
"As would I," she nodded, pushing from his chest to sit straddling him again. "I have ever missed Elessar. His gentle hand, softly spoken words, his kind visage...." She gave a soft sigh of regret for the separation she had suffered from such a dear friend.
Raising a flaxen eyebrow, he hid the teasing grin that threatened to cover his face. �Have a rival for your affections? And him my dearest friend, yet!� He lifted his back in an arch, his face burrowing sensuously into the valley of her cleavage. �That will hardly do!�
"What shall you do, Legolas Greenleaf?� She fought valiantly against the welling laughter inside. "Thrash him? Shoot him with one of your arrows? Strangle him with your...." She reached out and lifted his hand, bringing it to her lips and kissing wetly the palm. "Wonderful...Strong..." She then began suckling his index finger, a soft moan filling her mouth around the finger.
His chest fell harder and harder as the warmth of her mouth suctioned around the long finger. His voice was deep and husky and filled with renewed desire for her, his body quickening to a semi-erect state. �Think you that I would not do that and more to any who would vie with me for your affections?�
"I doubt is not, my love." She groaned punctuating the outward stroke of his now wet finger. "But do no harm to Aragorn. The love I hold for him compares not to that which I hold for you. He is friend; he is uncle, to me. Do naught but shower me with your affection and attention."
It was then he let his smile shine through, rising to press his torso flush against hers flattening her breasts against his strong chest. �And let it begin now!� With that, he crushed his mouth to hers kissing her with wild, uninhibited abandon mimicking the suckling of his finger by deeply pulling her tongue into the curves of his own.
She met his kiss with a hunger she thought had been dampened, at least briefly. But she found it was as aonsuonsuming as before they met pleasure together. Her tongue tangled with his, danced, and twisted. "My love," she gasped as her lips slid regretfully away from his. "You tempt me far too much. If we linger we will not leave this bed." Slowly she slid from his lap and floated across the room to the ivory basin of water. Now, it was her turn to take up a cloth, soaking it and bringing it to him. All the while she was careful to keep her eyes averted. "May I bath your flesh, my lord?"
A lopsided smile overtook him, as he made certain the soft sheet was covering the portion of him that so gave him pleasure with her touch. �Never ask, my love,� he said more seductively than he had intended. ��Tis your right. Always your right.� He had never thought to adore assertiveness � but in this maid he found it nothing less that intoxicating.
"Then I will bathe you long and often." The promise drifted, no less seductively, from her lips as her hand slipped below the sheet and ran slowly over the hard abdomen of her love and lower. The wet cloth slipped over the crown of his shaft and slid downward, cleaning all traced of their passion away.
Eyes closed, his head eased back against the elaborate headboard, Legolas nodded as he allowed himself to savor and take pleasure in this loving, yet overwhelmingly erotic gesture. �At your pleasure, my love.� He breathed in heavily as her fingers worked marvels on his flesh. �My body is yours to do wis yos you will.�
"And so I will," she sighed as she made another swipe along his elongated flesh, stroking him. "Do with your body as I will. I will do with you what pleases me." She had used the moment to dominate as she would in the future, as she would do to keep their loving fresh and new.
Yes eyes opened lazily as he gazed at her with hazy eyes. Elven women were known to be assertive, but never so bold as to claiviouvious ascendancy in sexual matters. In an attempt to foolishly hide the obvious affect this concept had on his body and mind. Never had he heard a female speak such. �Shall I have your vow to such thoughts?�
"Aye. A sworn oath." She smiled indulgently at such words, knowing she would never have to be reminded of them. She gave another languid stroke feeling him grow more in her hand. The power she held then and there was heady � intoxicating, and it made her strive to pleasure him anew.
The muscles in his firm buttocks tensed as the embers of desire were stoked back into flames at the touch of her hand. In the mist of sexual fervor, he noted the light smile in her eyes. Her face became obscure through the haze of growing passion as he felt the heat of her silky palm and fingers gliding over his velvet steel. �You tease me with your words, woman,� he ground out through inner spasms of intensity. �Not something an elf-male takes lightly.�
"Forget to whom you talk, my sweet?" She cooed as she tightened her grasped around him and sped her strokes. Teasing? Yes. She was teasing him, but to the perfect end he would meet. "Elf I am. Lessened in blood than you but elf all the same. And I cannot help but think that it is that blood and not the human that makes my body burn so hotly. To tease you is my right, my love, but fear not. You will not be displeased with the results."
Her words swirled in his head and after a time they would nestle and burrow into his brain just the implications of what she said. But nonow now was a time for nothing but physical pleasure as the blood raced so much throughout his body that he felt a volcanic eruption would have less impact than what was to come. Face reddened and body tensed, he awaited the sweet torture with little to no breath left in his body, his voice having long since left him. And then it happened again � that painfully sweet projection of his essence from naught but the movements of her hand. Her name hung in the air after being wrenched from his lips in erotic, orgasmic frenzy.
"Shhhhh,"she soothed as he drifted down from the cloud of his release. "I am here with you. Always here with you." Her hand still clutched him, feeling the waning of his desire. It was a nothing less than breathtaking to her how she could affect him, how she could draw passion and desire from him so easily. It was a gift, she was certain of that and would cherish it always.
His face turned to hers, then, carrying the pained expression of one in the direst of needs. �By the gods,� he spat in uncharacteristic frustration. �Will this betrothal never and end and our joining begin that I can have you as nature intended? As will finally quench this undying need??�
"Soon, my lord � soon. �Tis but one day and one night � surely we can endure that breech." Falawyn tried to sooth but honestly could not feel her words in her own heart. It seemed as if the period were ten lifetimes.
Had he been in his right mind he would have understood, yet in his state of complete satisfaction yet intense need for more, his laugh was almost scoffing as he threw his head back into the pillows, the silky blonde locks feathering the decorative shams. ��Tis the breech that I�m needing at this moment.� His words were almost harsh with raw emotion.
She giggled not meaning to, but the humor of the moment filled her. "You misunderstand me. Or perhaps I have misspoken. I simply meant we could endure the time until our union. But �tis tempting is it not?"
His eyes met hers and positively glowered before he, too, found the humor in the moment. A hint of a smile teetered on his lips as he grabbed her, pulling her to fall across his hard torso. �You�re naught but a minx and that�s the all of it.� His mouth crushed hers possessively, moving freely to taste the sweetness that was distinctly her. �A minx that is mine and mine alone!�
�As you need, my lord. I think that one less as I would become boresome in the marriage bed. Think not that your fate will be such with me. Each time will be as new and as exciting as the first," she breathed against his lips, swearing the heady vow as her clothed body withering lightly against his.
His smile turned tender as his fingers gently wrapped around the feminine tendril that fell at her collar. �Your words excite me almost as much as your body. How surprising is that?� His eyes twinkled. Never before had mere words created passion inside him.
"That is how it should be, is it not? Love should draw passion in many ways. A touch. A word. A look." Again she breathed against his lips. But this time her tongue slipped forth to bath his full lower lip.
A long, languid sigh escaped as he accepted the gift she so sensually offered. Voice muffled through the movement of her tongue, he arched his body closer to hers. �I can wait not much longer, love. My body needs to be inside yours.� His hands moved to grasp the firm, soft globes of her posterior as he squeezed none-too-gently. �I need it as much as I need air to breathe!�
"And I need to feel your powerful strokes driving home, giving over your heated seed." She gasp as her lips trailed to his jaw and then down to the elegant column of his neck, suckling there.
Turning his neck to the side, Legolas marveled at the feeling, never before having experienced teeth upon the sensitive flesh of his throat. It was a giddy, heady feeling that overtook him and his breath exhaled in astonished wonder as his body tensed yet again creating another semi-erect state. �Oh, my love � how can this be?� he breathed.
"Tell me of what it is that had a hold upon you, my wondrous prince. Tell me what your body is speaking of? Tell me." Her voice came in a breath against his damp skin, followed by an eager swipe of her tongue. "Tell me this. Do elven females taste their mates? Suckle them between their lips?"
�I cannot speak for all elves,� he breathed erratically as the effect became more and more intense to his need. �I can only say that I have never felt such.� He panted even more trying to catch his breath. �Possibly because to leave a mark on royalty is to be tried and punished severely.� He tried to smile but was too enraptured by her actions to accomplish it. �A strange ordinance for beings so civilized, but it has always been such.�
"Then upon our union I will simply have to taste you where no mark will be left for others to see." Her lips moved upwards in a series of butterfly kisses. "To taste you.... here." She dropped her hand against his covered shaft, feeling it jump under her touch. "Think you it would be a good place to taste? Think you that my lips would wrap around you and suckle nicely?" She pictured it in her mind, just as she had heard it described by a chambermaid before leaving Minas Tirith.
His eyes widened at her boldness and, indeed, his need became explosive. Feeling no other choice, he pushed her hand gently away and threw his legs over the opposite side of the bed as he stood giving a full view of the gloriously athletic flesh of his behind as he reach for the leggings so precariously thrown onto the floor during their time together. Making certain to keep the front portion of his body hidden from her view, his hair fell around his shoulders as he dressed. �Too nice I think it would be, love. Too nice. Truly, I must feel some cold air before this insatiable desire causes me to behave all too rashly.�
His hasty departure confused her terribly; upset her to the pit of her stomach. "Did I say something to displease you, Legolas? Was I too forward with speaking my desire? If so I can be no more sorry than I am at this moment." She stood from the bed and moved quickly to the door, feeling as if she were tripping through a tangled marsh before she reached the door�s handle.
Shock was rampant in his expression, his hand gently touching the line of her high cheeks. �Never, my dearest. NEVER.� He eased forward, his forehead lovingly touching hers. �Can you not understand? Do you not feel even a portion of what I do?� He sighed heavily. �My need is so strong at this moment that all I can think of � all I can imagine is throwing you abed and taking you like an animal. In truth, my love, when I am this close to you I do not know how much longer I can contain myself.� His fingers moved under her cheek and lifted her gaze to his. �Can you not understand?�

"Aye. I understand now. �Tis just that I have never spoken so in my life and I was quite feared that I had offended you with my brazenness. But now I can see only what I should have, our passion burns too fierce, burns out of control. Legolas," she whispered in a strangled voice. "If I am to remain untouched, in the truest sense, until our union we must remain apart." She dropped her head, nuzzling gently has his caressing hand. "My love, I have not the strength of you. If we remain alone together I will beg and cry for you to take me, to bury yourself in the aching hollow of my body."

A low growl was heard from deep within his throat as she spoke the very images of his imagination. �Then apart we must remain.� His words were hissed through his teeth. �If we are to be together it must always be in the presence of Ilian and Daewier, no?�

"Aye. That would be best." She fell against his chest then and pounded her small fist as his back. "Oh! Curse the passing of time and its slowly lapsing minutes. Curse a ceremony that would make us suffer so. I cannot abide this, Legolas. I would be most lovingly laid in your bed and remain there night and day until such many long years have passed that I am old and withered." Her tears flowed along her cheeks in a torent of pained heartache.

�Shhh,� he soothed as he stroked her hair lovingly. �We will persevere these last hours of our betrothal.� He sighed sweetly with love and compassion. �And then we will put to rest forever these frustrations and hardships.� He lifted her face to his gaze and smiled. �For long, endless hours � no?� And with that he kissed her with the promise of what was to come.
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