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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 18
Dinner was an elegant affair; servants came forth at the beginning of each course and served the guests, served Falawyn and her prince. Through each course she would sample the fare and no more, her attention was quickly drawn to the man at her side and sustenance paled in comparison.
It wasn't until the fourth course was served that he noticed the elven girl that came forward each time to serve, especially to serve Legolas. She was beautiful, willowy limbs and a fare countenance. Her eyes were as blue as the deepest ocean and she kept them directly on him. Falawyn knew she shouldn�t be, she knew she mustn't be, but she was deeply jealous.
Gregarious music and fine food made for a splendid revel, yet even as he kept his diplomatic regality in fine tuned order, head turned politely to the high ranking personage speaking beside him, Legolas�s hand never left the comfortable confines of his lover�s soft grip. As his friend finished his anecdote to the guffaws of those surrounding him, the elf prince turned to his fair love and smiled secretly � almost seductively. �You�re quiet, dearest. And you have the look of intensity upon your brow. Pray, what vexes you at so wondrous a feast � that, I must remind you, is in our honor.� He winked playfully.
"Who is she, Legolas?" She blurted, her impulsive tongue slipping the bounds of her control. She wanted to recall the question, wanted it to have never been spoken aloud. She wasn't sure she wanted to hear the answer, for the girl had progressed from openly staring at her love to smiling dreamily at him.
Turning to follow her gaze, he chuckled slightly as he nodded his head toward the female and turned back to his obsession. �She is Alysia. She was my chambermaid when I was a youth. She now spends her time in the kitchens with cook. She has been with us for years.� He leaned forward inhaling the strong spicy, yet tantalizingly sweet scent that so distinctly his love � so distinctly Falawyn. �Do you require something of her?� He moved to raise his hand to call the girl over, lest his love be in need.
"Put your hand down, my love," she whispered, her voice a tangle of frustration and the jealousy she was too desperate to hide. "Tell me why she looks at you so? Tell me..." She huffed shaking her head, not willing to ask him if he had made love to the lovely girl.
Bringing his hand down to rest over hers, his thumb gently caressed the soft flesh. �She means nothing by her smiles, love. She is a free and wild spirit, embracing life and all that are a part of it with zest and excitement.� He kissed the tip of her nose. �Father is going to have her work closely with Daewier as one of the members of your entourage.� He looked into her eyes, his gaze focused on her as under the table his softly booted foot moved to slide against her firm, luscious calf. �I�m certain she just wishes to please her new mistress.�
"Please me? She wishes to please me, Legolas? I will tell you this..." She dropped her eyes away from him, pushing away from the table. "A woman, elf or human, does not smile at a male as she is without seeking something from him." With those damning words spoken between them she turned towards Thranduil, her words soft and imploring. "My lord, I require a moment of fresh air. May I be excused from your table?"
�I will see to her need, father,� Legolas said standing and moving to her side, �And escort her into the gardens.� Taking her hand and placing it in the circle of his arm, he used his strength to guide her toward the open doors before any disagreement could be cultivated, oblivious to the slight smirk and an almost victorious toss of blonde hair. In quick movements he had her beneath the moonlight encased in the sweet scents of the maze garden. �Anger? At our wedding feast? I don�t understand.�
"I fear I possess my father's darker traits � jealousy being among them." She smiled sweetly, too sweetly. She was angry, angry that she felt as she did, angry that Legolas did not see in the elven woman's eyes what she had. "Did you make love to her, Legolas? Did you join your body with hers?" There! She had asked the question that was plaguing her mind, torturing her.
Legolas looked innocently confused. �We were sexual at one time, yet my maleness never penetrated her feminine portal � she would not allow it and I could not be bothered with seduction. She was a dalliance, nothing more.� His brows furrowed. �You are angry with me for this?�
"Yes!" She hissed, her eyes flaring with the jealous fire inside. "No! Gods, but I don't know, Legolas. It hurts me to see another woman look at you so. My soul weeps and my heart bleeds." She laid her elegantly poised hand over her heart and shook her head.
�Falawyn,� he tried to explain with a calm he didn�t really feel as his hand slid to the soft fingers at her breast. �We are a passionate people. Am I to pretend that I come to you as pure as a new-sprung leaf?� His fingers moved to dig firmly into her tender shoulders as he shook gently, eyes pointedly serious. �Is that something you would truly want?�
"I know not, my love. My heart says aye but my body contradicts." She shrugged, refusing to meet his eyes. Why could she not reconcile this, this wild whip of emotion inside her? Why could she not just refuse to see the looks of the women had bedded? Love. That was why. Her heart was a pure as her body, no other had ever come close to touching it. "Have you never been in love with a woman you've bedded?"
A look of incredulous confusion formed in his eyes. �No. Never. My body has been sated and I have been wonderfully gratified. I will not say that I was ever repulsed by the females in my bed � far from it.� He lifted her chin for force her gaze to his. �But never � hear this well and commit it to heart � NEVER have I known love until my eyes beheld you.� His eyes were severe now in their intensity as they held her focus. �This we must conquer now, lest you will look upon each woman who dares to glance my way as one that I have bedded.� His brows furrowed as his thumb caressed her cheek. �Would you rather not know?�
"Nay." She pulled from his grasp then, her arms winding around herself. She turned her back upon him and stepped into a brilliant shaft of moonlight that filtered unhindered through the canopy over head. Turning her face up to the soft caress, she whispered. "Explain it to me, Legolas, for no matter how I think of it I can not understand. How can you join your body with another and your heart not be stirred. I could never lay with YOU without first feeling my heart were a part of such a thing."
He moved closer to her, his arms winding gently, loosely, around her from behind as he pulled her back to his chest. �I cannot explain it to you, dearest love, for I never understood love until I met you. Sexual dalliances were nothing more than exercise, for I knew not what the pleasure what meant to create until I found myself needing to create it with you.� He sighed slightly as his chin rested tenderly upon the top of her head as he breathed in the scent of her. �Then, I knew only that it felt physically good. Now, I know that lust without love is like food without taste. It sustains life but does not give life joy � meaning.�
She sighed in surrender, her jealous heart soothed for the moment. "I still do not understand fully, Legolas, but I will allow our love to reassure me when I see another�s eyes upon you." She turned in his arms and gave him a smile filled with lingering hurt and no small amount of fear. "Tell me now, my love, so that I will be prepared � will there come a day that you tire of me? That you find I am no longer enough to sate your hunger?"
His eyes warmed, but a pain began in his own heart as he realized he could wipe away the hurt in her eyes. His own smile was tender when his body still ached for her in carnal ways that only love could repress at a moment in need of such gentility and tenderness. �I will answer your question with a question, my mate for life. Will there come a day when your body is experienced in the ways of making love that you will feel the need to experiment with other lovers to again enflame the desire of lust inside you after so long with only one?�
"Nay. The well inside of me can never be filled up with you, Legolas. Never," she swore as her eyes softened and her lips parted. She began to see more then she thought possible in his words, understanding began to dawn on her then. A few dim rays at first but that was all that was needed.
His eyes smiled softly into hers. �So it is with my love, dearest. In my youth I was a slave to my body�s needs. Now, I am a slave to you.� His eyes then sparkled almost wickedly as he very slowly took a knee before her, her hand held firmly in his as he turned the palm and kissed it with erotic passion. �I am your slave, mistress. Ask what you will of me for all the days of our lives and I will move all of the heavens and Middle Earth to see it given unto you.�
Her eyes burned for a wholly different reason then, her body coming alive at his display, at his words. "The rest of our lives can wait, my beloved prince. Show me now how our bodies echo our hearts desire."
His free hand moved to that familiar place just under her hem as fingers slid along the silken calf to rise up the inside of her very well formed thigh. �You want me on my knees, milady � my love.� Easing his hand backward, his fingers began to knead and tease the firm, warm globes that formed her delectable derri�re. �Why would you want your warrior husband on his knees before you?�
"I'll allow you to explain your belief upon that, my love. Why do you suppose I want you on your knees at just such a level as you are?" She had to fight to keep her giggle from breaking free as she laid her hand upon his flaxen head.
The shine in Legolas�s eyes was matched only by the luminous light of the moon as it bathed him in silver light beneath her gaze. He strove to keep his face unreadable as his fingers continued to meld with her rear flesh. �I�m certain I have no idea,� he said with mock innocence. �Tell me?� The hint of a smile teased the corners of his lips as he leaned forward kissing the hard, flat plane of her belly through the elegant fabric of her gown.
She sighed softly, love for the elf before her overwhelming. But she continued to tease him, to banter, to entice. "You are the experienced one here and you can think of nothing I would enjoy in such a position? Oh, Legolas, I do not know what to think of such a thing."
His voice became husky with the thrill of desire as his finger slid beneath the filmy material of her undergarment to gently stroke the intimate line that separated her beautifully formed buttocks. �Think only this, that my mind slips to the oblivion that accompanies desire and erases the mind of all save need.�
His words coursed through her sending a thrill of lust into her lower abdomen as his hands began to create havoc upon her mind. "Perhaps we should return to dinner, my lord, if you can think of nothing you would like to do with me here in the moonlight."
The erotic timber of his voice mixed with the sensual play of his fingers as he looked boldly into her eyes, his hands moving toward the front of her hips to outline the soft, downy thatch that was beginning to moisten at a fantastical rate. �You would leave this moment, this feeling and what it could evolve into, rather than speak words of desirous lust to you lover?� The twinkle in his gave evidence to his teasing.
"Nay. I would have my lover seduce me with his words, a promise of the pleasure he is to ply me with," she replied, biting gently at her lower lip, her breath coming quicker and quicker.
The fingers on one hand worked diligently to separate the wet, fleshy petals of her womanhood, his remaining hand moving to palm the pulsing feminine flesh that so beckoned him to invade. �And think you that your lover would not want to hear such words of seduction from your own sweet lips?� He boldly lifted the skirt of her gown exposing her womanhood to his audacious view while his hand worked her sexual appetite to starving heights.
"Then it shall be a reward that my lover is given. Please me and I will give you the words you seek, my prince of pleasure." She finally released something akin to a giggles, a sound that was low and sultry mingling with the cool night air.
�I have you naked from waist to earth,� he began with a gruff, sensual tone as his head dipped forward, his lips planting a firm, teasing kiss in the very center of her being. My mouth salivates for the taste of your dripping, honeyed essence. Ah, my darling lover � how much more could I please you now without driving my steeled sword into the sacred sanctuary of your moist, heavenly sheath right here and now within mere feet of the very personage that we seek to hide our sexual council from.� His fingers pulled the filmy undergarment completely from her body as his tongue lap the delicious droplets that settled onto the exposed intimate flesh.
"Oh, were it that you could do just that! Have me here withering below you in the moonlight for anyone to stumble upon. Legolas!" She gasped arching her hips towards his expert lips, her body�s heat settled entirely there among the petals of her womanhood. "Will I be allowed the same pleasure, my love? Will you allow me to drink down your release here in our hardly private garden?"
The movement of his nod gave more substance to the sexual frenzy he sought to create inside her body as his tongue continued to splay and dance across the surface of her feminine lips, the pink point delving to contact with the wondrous nub that gave such miraculous pleasure. �Aye, my love. As you wish � always as you wish!� He drank of her again. �And after tomorrow, a thousand may stumble upon us � me pounding into you with the intensity of all the desire my body retains until you beg for mercy � anyone may stumble onto this and we will be applauded � lauded for our passion and zest for life.� His tongue moved fast over the pulsing, throbbing nub. �How feel you about such a spectacle?�
"I think it a ..." She gasped, her hand tangling in his fair hair. "...A wonderious thing that I am eager to experience with you. So eager," she purred as her head fell back on her shoulders panting.
His chuckle rang mischief into the night as a long moan vibrated her intimate flesh. �Ah, love � you can tell me. You are shy and cannot fathom others seeing us in such compromising positions?� His lips then pulled the sexual button into his mouth sucking hard and as deeply as possible as he orally manipulated her orgasm to his will.
Falawyn's moans grew louder and louder as her orgasm broke over her, wave upon wave. Her body trembling wildly, she found that her voice was lost as was any hope of coherent thought.
�Speak to me, my love,� came his muffled voice as he never once disconnected his mouth from her wet, heated flesh. �Let me hear what is in your heart and mind � what your body is feeling.� He moved closer to her, his hands firmly clamped to her posterior as he pressed her core hard against the flesh of his face.
"I feel..." She whimpered grinding lightly against him, against the pleasuring lips. "As if nothing but your lips exist here and now. I feel as if you stood and eased your steel into me right now my pain would be nothing at all. I feel as if I can not have that this moment then I wish to take you in my mouth, drink your delicious essence."
Pulling his face from her, his expression told the story of a man in the direst of needs � a man aching for a woman he needed and loved more than life itself. �My kingdom means nothing if my body cannot join with yours.� His voice was a low growl as he grasped her hips and pulled her to the hard ground beneath him, his knee edging her thighs apart as he allowed his sizable, lust hardened shaft to erotically caress the wetness that so drove him mad. �Ah, my love! It is the deepest of need I have for you now.�
It struck here then, a dawning understanding, a new desire. "Wait for me, Legolas? One more night. Wait until I am your wife and you can claim me truly, properly?" She sighed and gasped all in the same heavy breath. Her body demanding something her heart and soul would seek to delay. "Caress me as you are but let us be joined before all before you fully enter me. I would not for all of middle Earth risk conceiving this night before I can call myself wife."
His fair brows furrowed in a mixture of confusion and disbelief as his hand continued to stroke and manipulate on as his mind strove for understanding. As the silent seconds stretched on, his hand stilled. �Delay? You wish a postponement of �� Had he been delivered thunderous blows by countless bloodthirsty Orcs, his breath could not have been taken aback any more than it was now. Wait. She could wait while lust and desire ravaged his very sanity. �It will be as you wish.�
She could see not only confusion, but hurt in the depths of his eyes and she wanted to beg his forgiveness then. "My love, I wish only to be truly yours before you enter me, before you drive yourself home. I want to be yours in loving vows, spoken before all. I want to be yours according to the law of elven kind. Please, tell me that you understand such a thing."
In truth, he did not understand. He could only hear one thing ringing in his lustful ears � stop. With the long practiced diplomacy of a royal, he pushed those thoughts to the back of his mind and smiled, his hand moving to gently stroke her soft, delicate cheek. �Of course I understand, my love. And it will be as you wish � always and forever.� He had made his choice then. His life would be forfeit now, devoted to her pleasure and happiness from this point ever after.
"I love you so, Legolas." She sighed in happiness then, her eyes turning smoky in her lustful condition. "Show me your love as only you can." She then rocked against heated steel at her lower lips.
His smile curled slightly more as he stood and moved to throw her firmly against the garden�s gazebo wall, his form holding her against the hard wood as his mouth began at her neck and trailed lower as his knees eased again to the ground. �As you wish,� he whispered erotically, his tongue branding her skin with warm wetness.
She arched into the touch of his lips but then found she desired something different. "I believe it is I whom should have the privilege of pleasuring you now, my lord," she told him in a breathless whisper.
His eyes narrowed again in slight confusion. Did she find distasted in his kisses now? Surely not, for he could feel her heated desire for him emanating from the honeyed taste of her tongue and the spicy sweetness of her skin. How could this woman pleasure him any further than she had already done?
Sliding down the solidness at her back she met the ground with her knees, fingers quickly going to the lacings of his leggings below his tunic. "I wish to feel your need between my lips, my delicious prince."
He followed her movements with his eyes, the sight of his rock-hard member springing free from the confines of the fine fabric created a heat within him that he had never felt before. This is what she did to him. The ache of restraint need was always within him but never before had he actually seen the effect of his arousal due to her erotic sensuality. It was a wonder and a long, low moan of sexual need escaped him. �I see what you create inside me, love. And it is uncontrollably exciting.�
Her reply was simply to cut her eyes up to his, twin fires of desire that flared as she first licked the thick head of his bobbing phallus. She slid her lips along the same path, suckling lightly and then pulled back only to push forward a heartbeat later, keeping him shallow in her mouth in those moments.
His breath still in his throat then, so sure was he that he had ceased to live and he had entered the ranks of heaven. Eyes rolling back with the erotic sensations that flew through him, his hand moved to run rampant through the wonderfully live tresses pressing her head further, urging her to take him fully into the wonderfully tight confines of her mouth and throat. �Falawyn,� he moaned huskily through great pants of air. �Please � don�t tease me so!�
She could not think of keeping him from what he so desperately wanted and so she eased her unengaged hand into his leggings and cupped the sensitive sacs below his shaft, caressing and rolling them. All the while she took him inch by thick inch into her mouth, stroking up towards her lips with her other hand.
In the whirling vortex of erotic pleasure Legolas spiraled, his hand tightening in her hair as he became almost animal in his need for her. �Further,� he gasped raspily, his voice sounding rough and almost harsh as his fingers tugged her tresses and pressed her head forward simultaneously. �Take me further � suck harder � yes! Like that � ah, my dearest love �� he rambled incoherently.
Both lovers were oblivious to the eyes peering on them from the shadows, quiet as a field mouse until Legolas spoke his intimate words. A low groan escaped Aragorn as his eyes closed briefly in silent need. As they opened again, he ran his tongue across his full bottom lip as his hand moved to adjust his own growing erection.
Falawyn was elven as well as human and her hearing reflected her origins, she heard clearly the groan. She stiffened for a moment, her lips stilling upon her lover, near husband, but his words of their ways came quickly back to her and she forced herself to relax, hoping whomever was watching would enjoy themselves as much as she and Legolas. And so with a soft sigh around his eager member she took him deeper, wrapping her tongue around him and moaning deep in her throat.
�Aragorn,� Legolas breathed as he felt her stiffen, then calm herself, he himself thrusting his hips forward in an attempt to continue their erotic play. �It�s only Aragorn � fear not!� He felt the heated line of liquid running through the large vein on the underbelly of his throbbing shaft, perspiration beading his sleek, hard body as he worked diligently to help the orgasm come to fruition. �More,� he almost screamed. �I need more!�
A slight melancholy overtook Aragorn as his hand worked his flesh beneath his own leggings now, realizing the need he had for his own beloved to erase this ache � or at least the feel of another�s hands to work his body to fulfillment.
It was wicked of her she was sure, was certain, and later she would confess to Arwen but in the moment she could not resist giving both men what they needed. One she would give her mouth and throat, the urging of her newly educated tongue. The other she would perform the dance for, giving him the sight that would make his body burn until he was forced to ease the flames. Taking a deep breath, she swallowed Legolas into the tight squeezing confines of her throat, her delicately upturned nose nestled in the nest of flaxen curls from which his shaft sprang. Her lips began the tempo then, receding and then gliding forward, her moan grown stronger and stronger, humming against his engorged flesh.
The two males struggled to keep their legs firm and hold their bodies upright � Legolas from the intensity of the upcoming climax he felt traveling through his body � Aragorn from the decadent voyeurism he now fell victim to as he stroked his own manhood with a practiced touch, wanting � needing what he could not have this moment. Legolas broke the silence and excited Aragorn all the more as his voice rumbled. �I feel my body coming to you, dearest love! I can hold it no longer!!� Indeed, his thick, long member actually twitched inside the small, tight canal of her throat.
It was then with his climax rolling forth that she spread her thighs and began rolling her firm young hips as if she were actually riding him, atop his body sliding up and down on his releasing shaft. Her moans of approval were loud and urgent, her own body beginning to feel the fist stirrings of release.
The view before him mixed with the young male elf�s cries of ecstasy was Aragorn�s undoing. Falling to the ground, his own release spilled forward, his hand forward on the earth supporting his weight as his large shaft pulsed with each spray that shot his essence from his aching member.
The orgasm was hard and more sensually erotic that Legolas could ever remember as his hand grasped the full, delicate hips that rode him so well and with so much enthusiasm. Allowing his own waning body to move in sexual simulation, he worked hard to create the same fulfillment in her that her mouth and hips had secured for him. �Feel it,� he murmured erotically. �Let it go.�
His member slid from her lips and she turned her taunt visage to him, eyes dazed in a lustful star. Below her hips continued to roll and seek her mounting orgasm, an orgasm created just in the pleasuring of her lover. It broke then, the dam of pleasure within, and his name was a long piercing scream upon the air.
It was at that moment the human�s climax ended leaving him as weak as a kitten, his eyes still boldly on the pair as he struggled to contain his breath again in his lungs. Not bothering to replace his manhood inside his leggings, he lounged on the ground in the shadows to regain his strength.
Legolas, too, fell to the ground pulling her body atop his and holding her flesh against his as he struggled to control his breathing. Stoking her sweat-slicked hair tenderly, he reveled in the sweet fatigue of completion. �I have never felt so thoroughly drained � and yet �� His words trailed as he sighed contentedly.
"There is more, is there not? You will want me again in but a moment, is that not right? I know this for I still quake from my release but already I have need of you again." She breathed against his lips before kissing him, pushing her sleek wet tongue between his lips. The thought of him, of Aragorn, watching them sent a thrill through her she never thought possible. She knew, could smell, upon the soft breeze the scent of his release.
He felt, rather than heard the presence of his Aragorn � and he felt the need of which she spoke inside her. An almost wicked smile came to his lips as he moved and whispered erotically in her ear. �He released hard � violently, from watching you take me. How feel you of this?�
She didn't answer with mere words; taking his hand she eased it between them and below her clothing to the nexus between her thighs. "Feel what it has done to me, Legolas. Feel how it effects me." She whimpered softly already grinding against his now slicked palm. "He is your friend and an uncle to me, tell me I should not feel pleasure from knowing we brought him his completion."
His hand began expert manipulation of her heated, wet sex as he began to stir, his thoughts running wildly with the intense sexual imaginings. �Call to him,� he whispered as he allowed his fingers to stroke faster � harder � creating a fantastic friction that drove him near to insanity � his flaccid member now springing to life slowly but with great intensity. �You want him, do you not?�
"Want him?" She gasped, startled by the question having never thought overly on such a thing before. "Legolas, I am yours. I cannot desire him." Some little part of her rebelled then knowing full well that she did want the king of men. "I can not betray you so!"
He stroked her more gently with a titillating motion unable to quell certain images from his head. �Do you not feel stirring when thinking of him watching us � imagining what we will do next � what sound will emanate from our throats �� His own hardening phallus twitched in response to his own words � and portraits inside his head.

He smiled as he felt her freshly pouring juices. �Ah, yes. I can see you do.�
"Yes. I do, my love." She confessed in a whisper of guilt. �And what of you? Can I...Should I...Should we?..."
He needed to know what she felt � what she wanted. It was what would make this perfect. �I leave that to you, love of my life,� he whispered against her neck as he gently pulled the tender skin between his teeth. �I want what you want.� It was truth, as he knew what was in her heated heart. �Go to him � I will follow. Or take me again now and forget your desire for him � for us. Either way, my lust runs high � so very high, my love.�
She knew then, in that moment, that he did want her to want Aragorn. That he did want them to enjoy the pleasure of her king, and that he would love her still once they were sated. Giving his hand one last lingering thrust of her hips she eased to her feet and awaited him. "Tell me of your love before I do such a thing, before I see to the pleasuring of two men whom I love. One my husband in all ways and one as child sees a hero."
He saw the concern in her eyes and felt dreadful for the pressure he had just placed upon her petite shoulders forcing her to partake in desires created in his own mind. Perhaps he had transferred his sexual appetites upon her and he swore then and there that he would never do such again. Easing to his own feet, he brushed a wayward tendril form her face, tracing his finger along her sculpted jaw line. �I love you more than the moon loves the sky � more than the blood of life that runs through my veins. Never, my dearest love, would I ask something of you that is not your wish � your desire.� He kissed her passionately then sucking the strong muscle of her tongue deeply into the moist cavern of his devouring mouth.
She partook of his lips and sweet tempting tongue for long moments and then broke the seal between them. "I wish this, Legolas. I wish to see two such important males to me pleasured by my own designs."
Taking his hand she walked across the small brief lawn that kept them from Aragorn, stopping before the noble king, the king of her once childish heart. "My lord..."
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