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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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Legolas sat casually in the seat across from his father, his fingers tapping softly on the elegant wooden desk, which sat near the fire in the warm, cozy study. �The agreement is made, father. What else is there to discuss?� The vision of Falawyn pose languidly on her bed was burned into his vision. How fully was she trying to tempt him � to build his lust? How hard would he have him only to laugh at his desire when she refused him? The anger that he had forgotten while in her bedchambers resurfaced and his eyes showed this. �You have only to name the day, have me sign the contract and be done with it.�
Thranduil nodded slowly, eyes studying his son closely. There was something new within the elf, something that lent and unease to his spirit. "Has she spoken of her mother, of her line, to you?"
With a curt shake of his head, Legolas admitted ignorance to the line of her mother. �I know only what I have read from the parchment and what I have heard from you this day.� His eyes narrowed. �Betrothed? Promised, father? From infancy?� He sighed, pushing back the long blond locks of his hair, which now hung freely, unbound, around his shoulders. �When were you to tell me? When I chose another with whom to mate??�
"I, as well as the elders, thought she was lost to us. We had heard no word from her mother except that of her birth." The king shrugged, knowing that with time his son would come to understand and cherish the gift he was to be given.
The younger elf�s eyes widened, their color turning light with the turbulence of his feelings which became well known in the rising of his voice level. �That is it? That is the best you are to tell me? We thought she was lost so your intended, betrothed to you as a babe, was of little consequence.� He stood, lowering his face to his father�s, very comfortable with showing his emotions in front of the man he so cherished. �Did you think I would never want to wed? Did you think it beyond the realm of possibility??�
"Legolas, my son, woughought her dead in infancy. Therefore another union would have been acceptable. I myself encouraged you." He folded his hands calmly in his lap and continued slowly as if talking to a very young child. "However, now that she is here and claiming her right and you are not joined to another, I can see no reason why two days hence you should not join with her."
�Ha,� Legolas scoffed as he pushed away from the desk and sunk into his previously vacated chair and practically sulked, something he had not done since childhood. �I am a warrior, father. You know this.� He shrugged with resignation. �Two days hence is well with me. And, I�m certain, will rest well with her. For it will be a short time before she is crowned princess, no?� He huffed again. �That should please her well enough.�
"Search your heart, son. I do not think that is what you believe." The king of Mirkwood stood and moved around the d pla placing a delicate hand on Legolas' shoulder. "She cares not for your ranking. She is seeking the one who will fill her heart." Those were his last words to his son. Turning, he strode from the room intent on making preparations for the joining ceremony.
With a cleansing sigh, the younger elf stood and moved, returning to his chambers. Sending word to his father via his man-at-arms as to a time for an audience, Legolas began to change. He changed not only his clothing, but in countenance, as well. Each time he donned the regal garments of his courtly attire he stood a little taller � looked a little more self-confident. The royal blue of the shimmering tunic enhanced the color of his eyes, the silver trimming around the neck, sleeves and hem, as well as the brilliantly hand stitched coat-of-arms offset the fairness of his hair, which he still wore loose around his shoulders � the only ornament being the silver circlet he wore centered on his forehead decorated with the great seal of his position. Giving himself a cursory glance in the looking glass, he traveled the corridor to find himself by of her chambers, nodding amicably to the staff as he passed. Stopping in front of the strong doorway, he took a cleansing breath and knocked twice.
"Enter, my sweet prince," she called, her voice filled with the melodic tone she recognized as near to her mother�s. She smoothed shimmering silver gown she wore into place and turned towards the door a welcoming smile in place for him, and him alone.
Opening the door, he entered, his surprise only visible in his eyes, his smile careful and official. It was not the she wore silver, a color amongst his people reserved only for royalty. No, it was how breathtakingly beautiful she looked as she stood in front of him, her midnight hair falling to her tiny, feminine waist creating a stark contrast to the light silver material. Her large, dark eyes smiled at him and he found himself warming to their geniality. He sudden wished he could look better for her, more regal than he already did. �You are a vision,� he said softly before catching himself. �Every inch the queen you are to be one day.�
"As do you, Legolas. Such a fine and beautiful elf you are," she responded hoping the breathlessness she felt didn't carry into her voice. She moved closer to him her fingers lifting to the flaxen stands of his hair.
A sudden pain filled his chest as he endured her obvious teasing. A fine and beautiful elf? He knew he was fairly impressive in his regal garb, but that was the end of it. His eyes stayed connected with hers as her hand moved through his hair reluctantly enjoying the contact. �I thank you for your compliment, future Princess Falawyn.� And then he smelled the fragrance that mixed with the scent of her. He would know that flower�s oil anywhere � it was the only fragrance to stir him. Precious the oil was and hard to obtain. He didn�t bother to restrain himself. Instead, he moved his head toward the curve of her neck and inhaled deeply. �Oil of jazerine petals,� he said gently, eyes closed, a sensual smile subconsciously forming on his lips.
"I was told you are fond of the scent." This time she knew her voice was filled with her breathless stirrings. "Does it please you, Legolas?"

His His body moved to life in the most intimate of areas as he stood close to her, his eyes now gazing into hers. �I�m very fond of the scent,� he said softly it was barely audible. Damn his tingling, itchy ears! �Not many can wear it, for it mixes so intimately with natural scents.� He, himself, had the scent sprinkled around his bedchambers to stimulate his dreams. �It lays perfectly on your skin.�
"Perhaps we will be sharing the scent upon our skins soon." She couldn't seem to stop alluding to the time when their bodies would join, as their lives were soon to do. Lifting her face to his she sealed her lips against his using her small warm tongue to trace along his lips.
The itch worsened and his body hummed with want for her. His hands worked their way to the small of her back, his fingers caressing the area thoroughly and with unknown sensuality. �The time to which you refer will be sooner than you realize,� he breathed, his own tongue flicking out to meet the tip of hers momentarily. �My father has decided on two days hence.�
"Two days. It seems such a short time yet I know if will feel like an eternity." She hadn't meant to confess such a thing, but there it was. She would not attempt to lie to him and say she felt nothing but obligation in marrying him. No. Her body burned for him whether he was near her or far away. She had come to know this in the late hours of the afternoon as she tossed and turned on the bed. "What must I do to prepare? What is required of you?"
�Hours of fittings, revels, feasting � we will be required to be the most resplendent bride and groom imaginable.� His desire for her continued to grow creating a flame inside him that only heightened with each word she spoke. Feel like an eternity? He knew she referred to the time it would be before she was crowned princess � but he pretended momentarily the words had a different meaning. With an inward smile, his arms tightened around her pulling her flush against him. �And, of course, after the ceremony, there will be the wedding night traditional.� His eyes sparkled with � what? Mischief? Teasing? Baiting?
"Tell me of it." Her request was delivered as she attempted to maneuver him to the bed with her. The warm moist patch between her thighs was becoming too unbearable to endure any longer.
Sitting beside her on the high mattress, his hands locked with hers as he shifted his position for more comfort beneath his tight leggings. �Do not your people celebrate the joining of a newly wed couple?� His shaft became more engorged as he realized the intimacy of the conversation he was about to have with this beauty.
"Yes. There is a large party with feasting and dancing. But it is custom that as soon as the joined couple can they sneak away to their marriage bed to join their bodies as well as their hearts." It was then that her straying gaze settled on his maleness and she became quite aware of the fullness there, the tight stretch of fabric that looked not at all comfortable. "Tell me how you imagine our joining night?"
Her eyes on his hardness made him more than a little uncomfortable. He well knew that females of various races considered a male�s prowess to be in direct proportion with his size. Did her obvious stare mean that she found him lacking in that regard? He shifted again as he forced himself to answer her question. �It will be a long affair. More so as we will be joining for the first time not only for ourselves, but for our people.�
Drawing her lower lip into her mouth she fought the urge to return her eyes to his erection, to feast upon that part of him that made him all male. "Must you bring our people into it. I am far more curious about what will happen between you and I. Have you joined your body with many females, sweet prince?"
The familiar arch of his eyebrow returned. So, she wanted to know if he would be experienced enough for her. Again, his heart thudded in his chest, yet his voice and features were amazingly calm. �A fair amount, but not as many as some my age.� His eyes narrowed slightly. �Rest assured, I am adequately knowledgeable of how mating is to be done, my dear future princess.�
"I am not concerned about that, Legolas. I only wanted to know to how many other females I would be compared. Do you think of pleasure with me or simply begetting an heir?" She just couldn't seem to keep her mouth from running away with her. was was scandalized by her own words and questions. Had this man stoked such passion in that she could think of nothing else? Yes. The answer was certainly, yes.
His fingers laced with hers as his free hand moved to caress the top of her arm. He would play along with her. Why? Because he wanted to believe that she could possibly want him as a male. As Legolas. �You will be compared to no others in our bed,� he said softly. �And would I not be a male if I did not think of the pleasure that could be found in joining with you?� Curse the whole of Middle Earth. Did all think he lacked the maleness to enjoy a good bedding? �Did you wish to hear more about the traditional?� He had to cease to dwell on the joke he must be to all in the area of intimacy.
"Yes. Please. It will serve to redirect my thoughts," she blurted out and immediately wanted sew her own lips together for betraying her. It was a curse surely that to be near this man she gave up what her mind was conjuring.
He smiled with little humor. She wished not to think of how he would disappoint. �By all mean, then. Let us redirect.� He shifted again under the pretense of pulling her into his arms, his hand gently stroking the soft curve of her neck. �Your handmaiden will walk with you to your chambers led by my father, who will present you with the ceremonious peignoir.� His body shivered slightly as he thought of the bedclothes she would wear made from the mystic silk. Leaning his chin onto the top of her head, he spoke tenderly. �After speaking with you of your duties and responsibilities in lieu of your mother, he will then come to me in what will be our bedchambers and gift me with the ceremonious night clothes I am to wear. I will be given the same words of wisdom that he will speak to you and you will be brought to me by your handmaiden.� He stopped trying to control the throbbing is los loins as he thought of the remaining proceedings.
Her arms slipped around him so that her fingers stroked along his spine. "Such a grand ceremony. Fit for a prince and princess I'm sure. But If we were not bound by your station a trysting would be much more fun. " Again, her tongue ran away from her spilling forth all her girlish fantasies and dreams. "Meeting you in the forest in a luminous shaft of moon light, a bed of freshly plucked spring leaves, naked..." Her cheeks flamed as she realized she had wandered off into her own head and was seeing him just the way she wanted him.
A small smile graced his lips as he realized he would not have to tell her about the rest of the traditional. Instead, he left his vision of the last portion of the ceremony and rubbed his cheek onto the softness of her shoulder thus relieving the prickle in the tips of his ear. �Trysting? I�ve not heard of this.� His spine tingled at her touch as he relieved the opposite ear. �Tell me more.�
"Surely elves tryst. Lovers sneaking away to meet and join? Usually a special place all their own where they can do anything, where they can say anything, to one another." Her fingers were threaded through his hair again, giving the digits a slight tingling. Tilting her head, she gazed questioningly at him, curious as if she had been clear enough in her explanation.
Legolas shock his head slightly as he felt the gentle massaging of his scalp as her fingers passed through his locks. �Elven lovers mate as the feeling overtakes them. Although, as long as they are discreet, they take little notice of when and where, the special place for them is usually in the sanctity of their bedchambers.� He sighed. �As for doing or saying anything to one another �� He once again felt the pang of self-consciousness. �I confess I haven�t come to that point with a female as of yet.�
"Perhaps someday, sweet prince. Perhaps someday," she whispered lowering her head to his shoulder and turning her dainty nose to his neck to inhale deeply. He smelled of all such earthy tones.
Shaking his head, he decided then and there that, if nothing else, this union would be based on truth. �I have cause to doubt that, my future princess.� Reluctantly he disentangled himself from her embrace and moved a few short paces to gaze out of the window with longing and a sense of melancholy. �Elves are joyful, peaceful beings with a lean toward the overly logical.� He contained another sigh. �Add to that the fact that I am a warrior � born and bred to protect my people with my bow and my life.� His voice became husky with long-forgotten bitterness. �It has left me little time for the frivolity of love and all of its pleasures. I sate my body when needed and have become content with what I receive.�
"And if someone came to love you would you not have time to return that love?" She asked, feeling an odd sort of tightening in her chest that made her anxious and agitated.
Never before had he felt � had he been, wanted for what was in his mind, heart and soul. He had realized a long time ago that love was concept that was as alien to him as a full belly was to a hobbit. It wasn�t that he couldn�t love. He had loved, and deeply, in his very early adult seasons. It was that he could never be loved in return, thus he had resigned himself to a life without it. �Returning love, Falawyn, has scarcely been a worry in my life.� He composed himself and turned, his face showing a gentleness and ease that he certainly did not feel.

"Very well. Tell me of your life, Legolas. Tell me all of it. It seems we have a lifetime." Her smile was open, honest, and, most of all, heart felt. She wanted to know about this elf that was to be her mate forever more, wanted to know the ins and outs of his heart and perhaps find a place in it to call all her own.
The muscle under his left eye twitched slightly as he tried to understand her question. �I am a warrior. An archer.� He smiled proudly. �My bow is considered quite famous among my people.� Leaning a well defined behind on the sill of the window, he crossed his arms over his chest again and looked at her, a smoldering gaze that he hardly knew himself capable of creating. �I�m the heir-apparent � the prince � next in line. My life began learning to defend my people.� A small smile hinted of a hidden memory. �Except for the season I spent protecting four hobbits,� he said almost inaudibly.
"The rest I knew. It is quite obvious. I want to know about you and your life." She stood met met him beside the window, looking out across the treed landscape. "I want to know you beyond this. So..." She turned to him absorbing all the heat from his gaze and supplying some of her own. "Tell me of these hobbits and your adventure."
Gently his hand reached to brush a stray tendril of coal hair from her cheek to slip it safely behind her ear, his eyes narrowing slightly. There was something strange about this human. Shaking his head, he threw himself into relaying the glorious story of Frodo, Sam, Pippin and Merry, brave and loyal hobbits that were now his friends. Galdalf the Grey created mystery and excitement and he extended the story to tell of a miraculous friendship with Gimli the dwarf and of Aregorn, the king. This story had been told all through Middle Earth � and Legolas was proud to be a part of it. But never once did he extol his part of the Fellowship of the Rings to his future mate. Not for false pride, but simply because he considered his part so small in compared with the others in the Fellowship. After several moments of storytelling, he ended the tale and looked into her dark eyes, silence looming between them like a valley. �It is a popular tale,� he said self-consciously.
"Quite so! I've heard it often and about the glorious elf warrior of Mirkwood. You�re that elf, Legolas? The selfless elf that helped to save all of Middle Earth." She moved a step away from the cooling windowpane and lifted her arms bowing slowly in front of him and at the zenith of her bow she lifted warm submissive eyes to him. "I am honored to know you, Legolas Greenleaf, and more honored still to be in your company and soon to be your wife."
Heart pounding in his throat, Legolas moved slowly toward Falawyn, swallowing hard at the vision she created before him on her knees. Putting a finger beneath her chin, he beckoned her to rise. �You are affianced to the Prince of Mirkwood.� He smiled tenderly as he recalled words stated by another in what seemed like another lifetime. �You bow to no one.�
"But I have heard..." She smiled wickedly at him then, her mood turning giddy and playful at finally knowing something of the elf beyond his princely realm. "That a female bowing before a male can be a quite..." She giggled and made to bow again but stopping half way to the floor, eye level with his impressive groin." ...pleasurable. Are you certain I sha�nt bow to you, my lord?"
A blush rose through him settling in the tips of his ears as the object of her gaze grew hardened at the fire she produced. He covered his amusing embarrassment with a thick, gravelly chuckle so unlike his usual, musical laugh. �I daresay, bowing to me would be something you would find yourself tiring of, milady. Just as I became accustomed to it, you would grow bored and deprive me of the � honor.� His eyes became almost translucent.
"Ahhhh. Is that so? Do tell me how exactly you think I would become bored with such a�." She took a deep indrawn breath and exhaled the warm moisture of her mouth across his rapidly expanding erection. "..a delicious exercise in proper courtly etiquette."
Feeling the warmth through the thin, satiny material of his leggings, the muscles of his buttocks tightened as he tried in vain to control the control of blood that continued to fill the primary area of his masculinity. �Etiquette,� he breathed hoarsely, � is naught but being made to behave a certain way.� He adjusted his belt in hoped of relieving even the slightest amount of pressure. �You do not seem to me the sort of female who enjoys being told what to do.� His eyes took on a glassy hue as he continued to lock gazes with her. �Or how to do it?� It occurred to him that if he did not calm himself soon that he might very well shame himself in front of his newly decreed future mate. He needed privacy to ease the stress before his body exploded on its own.

h, mh, make no mistake about it, my prince. I'll not be told when or how to do this. But I will take great pleasure in claiming the right whenever the mood strikes me." Her reply was delivered as she arched her torso against him while she straightened herself, coming lips to lips with him and preventing any immediate escape.
Opening his mouth to her kiss, he groaned pulling her as tightly against his body as he dared without betraying his body�s condition. Letting his right hand moved to the back of her head, his fingers locked into silky, ebony tresses none so gently pushing her even more firmly into the kiss as his tongue waged a war for dominance with hers. His remaining hand smoothed the curves of her waistline to ease across her feminine hips before the sanity he knew would arrive compelled him to end the intimate contact. �Think you,� he mumbled through the heat of their kisses, �that you can claim bedding of a prince at your whim?�
"Yes," came her simple reply, a challenge to refute her really. She had no intention of being a brood mare in their marriage bed. No. She would demand a more active partaking and would not be denied it.
Reluctantly pulling away from her, he needed to detangle himself from her embrace while he remained cognizant of his actions. He needed to drain his body of this hardened need. He needed a female. Barring that, he needed privacy. Desperately. �Are you exerting a challenge, then?� He moved a step away positioning himself to cover his shameful bulge.
"If I must," came her response, delivered as her index finger came up to trace her kiss-swollen lips. But then her play turned even more suggestive, licking and pulling the long slender digit into the hollow of her mouth.
The familiar muscle under his eye twitched as he watched her simulate what would so completely ease his aching need. �I am unused to femalesandianding anything of me.� He smiled almost cockily. �Think you to be the one to tame me?� He eased his haunch against the edge of the credenza as he rested his hands on his upper thighs, thus concealing his lust.

"My need to tame you is no greater than my need to be tamed, sweet prince." Her eyes pinned him in place, daring him to engage in the erotic battle of words between them, to use his body as a weapon to bend her to his will.
Another sensual laugh escaped his throat as he sighed provocatively. �Your need to be tamed? Ah, my future princess, I would hazard a guess that you are not as much wild as you are � determined?� His gaze covered her body from toe to head as his heart thudded so loudly he felt surly she must hear it. �Determined to have you way, no?� He leaned further back, his shoulders against the wall behind the credenza as his arms went across his chest finally revealing the evidence of his desire in full as his legs fell slightly parted. �My father would be wondering what keeps us.�
She starred openly, unabashed, not concerned at all about modesty or the lack of it between them. "Well, perhaps he should wonder a bit longer. There seems to be a need for you...ummm." She gave a delicate cough and a less delicate sigh. "For us to take a few moments to refresh ourselves before we are to take our places at your father's table."
Her words seemed almost an offer to him, one that he would give his bow finger to accept. But it was custom � they must not know each other before their wedding ritual. Easing toward her, he let his hand gently caress the softness of her cheek. He couldn�t help but realize how often her eyes rested on his shaft, now rock-hard. Again he wondered just how afraid she was of the size of him. �Your words are not lost on me, Falawyn, just as you are not blinded to my condition. But, I must deny myself the offer you so graciously extend.� His eyes lowered until he was looking into her dark orbs through long, thick lashes. �It is elven tradition for royalty. My body cannot enter yours until the traditional.�
"Then you will seek your release else where?" She asked, suddenly feeling an aching lodge deep into her chest at the very thought that he would turn to another, heartsick that he would allow another what he could not yet give her. "I understand, Legolas..." Turning away from him she let her eyes focus on the window, trying to move beyond the moment and her unfounded feelings. After all, it wasn't as if she loved him. It wasn't as if they were truly wed yet.
Behind her in an instant, he turned her to face him. His fair brows knitted again as a soft smile played across his face. �I shall find my release the only way I can at this moment � through the steadiness of my bow hand.� He actually blushed as he related his intention to her. Never before had he acknowledged that he submitted to such base actions, but he hated seeing the � confusion, was it � in her eyes. �As of the moment we acquiesced to this mating we became joined. From this moment, hence forth, I shall never be able to allow another female to touch me � to as much as hold my hand � without your public consent.� He shrugged lightly. �Another elven custom.�
She nodded blinking away the tell tale gleam that had gathered at the corners of her almond shaped eyes. Her heart quickly gathered itself and mended, knowing he would never lie to her, never speak anything but the utter truth. And the truth for her was that he would achieve his climax alone, his own hand working that magnificent rock hard flesh. "Then think of me, sweet prince. Imagine me while you ease your body."
He hid the intake of breath he gulped as he attempted a smile. Did she know that, indeed, he did think of her each time he thought of easing his body�s need � which, in hindsight, made the situation even more prevalent ? �I will send to you Daewier. She will escort you to the antechamber to my father�s study. If you will be so kind as to wait for me there, I shall attend you momentarily and take you into my father�s presence.�
A wide and relieved smile transformed her crestfallen face. Nodding, she wrapped her willowy arms around him and molded her yearning body to his. "I will await you there then."
He breathed in the scent of her before tentatively, and with great reluctance, pulling away to bow deeply at the waist with pomp and flourish. �Until then, my future princess.� Touching his gaze to hers, he smiled sweetly and turned, moving quickly from the room to find solace and sanctuary in his own room with his own private � most private thoughts.
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