Between Friends - The Scouting Mission

“All I want from you is a promise you will be there” – The Spice Girls

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After what seemed like an eternity, she heard familiar movement outside her door and ran to greet Legolas as he slipped back into the room.

The look on his face stopped her short and her heart constricted in her chest. Quickly, he moved to put his arms around her and calm her fears but he could feel her trembling against him. She knew. Somehow she knew. He rested his cheek on her head and ran his hands soothingly over her back as he quietly shut the door. He had made his decision – to protect her and the world he loved.

“Annowe,” he began, slipping his hands over her arms to take her small hands in his. “I want you to stay here for a while.”

Her lip quivered but her eyes did not falter. He shifted uncomfortably under her unwavering gaze.

“You are going with The Ring, aren’t you?” she demanded quietly.

He squeezed her hand. “After what you told me, how could I not?” he asked. “We both want it to end.”

She shook her head sadly. “I don’t want to lose you, too,” she lamented.

“I’m not going to die!” he cried in frustration as he dropped her hand.

“Legolas, young one, there are worse things than death! Especially for an Elvin Prince who falls into Sauron’s hands!” She scolded him. “Now think, for once! Do you believe that the Dark Lord would actually do you the mercy of killing you when he could use you to breed more Orcs?” She wailed and threw her arms around his slim waist, holding him fast as if she could protect him from harm.

He lowered his head, guiltily. No, he had not thought of that. He patted her back lamely in apology. It seemed the more he tried to protect her the deeper into trouble he slid.

She pulled back to look him in the eye and, seeing his dejected expression, spoke more gently to him. “I cannot tell you not to go nor can I ask you not to go. You have made your choice and must follow your own path. However, I will demand that you fill me in on every detail this instant,” she paused as his eyes softened. “And – AND – I will extract a promise from you, in blood if necessary, that you will be absolutely more careful than careful!”

“I promise,” he admitted sheepishly, understanding her fears.

“What am I going to do with you?” She asked in exasperation and swatted him on the bottom in aggravation.

He smiled mischievously and stealthily slipped the tunic from her shoulders, running his long fingers over her yielding flesh.

“Legolas,” she whispered, her voice breaking with emotion. Soon he would leave her with only the sweet memory of their mating. She closed her eyes, wanting the world to stop for them, willing time to cease so she could enjoy his delicious touch without end.

“Annowe,” he murmured in reply bending down to move his lips lightly over her skin. “I will carry the memory of your caress in my heart forever. Wait for me. Promise you will wait for me.”

Her arms slipped over his shoulders and she pressed herself against him. “How could I not wait for you? I would be a fool,” she answered, pressing her lips to his.

His hands traced the generous swell of her bottom as her fingers lightly stroked the back of his neck. Legolas moaned softly as his hands continued to run up the length of her spine. He needed to feel her warm skin responding to his touch. He needed to know that she still hungered for him.

“Yes,” she murmured, trying to slip her hands up his tunic. She needed him now – needed him to claim her – to erase Haldir’s visit from her mind.

“No,” he whispered between kisses to her throat.

“No?” She asked. “Why not?”

“I want to pleasure you. Slowly. Carefully. To touch and kiss every inch of you,” Legolas murmured into her ear. He felt her shiver at his words and her fingers tightened in his hair. “It will be a long walk. I need something to think about while I’m away.”

“Then let me give you something to remember,” she grinned and slid her hands between his thighs. Why didn’t he understand how desperately she needed to have him? The shadow of Haldir clung to her mind like an unwelcome ghost and she was determined to exorcise him.

“No,” Legolas said again and gently removed her hand. “Not yet.”

He caressed her quivering skin as his soft lips pressed teasingly against her collarbone. Slowly, his tongue flicked over her neck and she gasped, thrusting her pelvis against his to feel his desire.

He was delightfully hard and she moaned at the memory of having him buried deeply inside of her. She wanted him again. She needed to have him filling her, driving out the memory of Haldir and his frightening prediction. “Please, Legolas,” she begged silently. “Get him out of my mind!”
“I want you inside of me,” she whispered, her hand again sliding toward the bulge in his trousers. He moaned softly as she squeezed him.

“Wait,” he murmured, gently pushing her hand away.

She whined in frustration, wanting him, needing him, desperate to have him inside of her again. Only he could quench the fire in her veins and she irrationally craved his touch more than anything she could remember. She feared that if he did not take her quickly, Haldir would creep back into her mind and she could not bear it. She needed to expel him – quickly and only Legolas could help her.

“You’re not going to let me do this, are you?” He finally asked, taking her face in his hands and looking her in the eyes.

“My body aches for you, Legolas,” she gasped in frustration. “Why must you tease me so?”

Legolas stroked her hair reassuringly. “I don’t mean to tease you,” he murmured. “I want to pleasure you. To erase any other creature from your heart.”

“Yes, yes! That is what I want as well,” she breathed squeezing his firm bulge again. “I need to have you inside of me. I need you to fill me with your presence. When you’re gone I will be cold and lonely.” She shivered as she remembered Haldir’s parting words to her. “Cold and lonely”, the phrase echoed eerily in her head and she wrapped her arms around him, holding him close.

He smiled and scooped her up in his arms, finally giving in to her desire. Slowly, he carried her to the bed, his tongue gently rubbing hers. She squirmed in his arms and he laid her on the bed so he could remove his clothes.

She watched him eagerly, taking in every sensuous curve of his supple body. He was absolutely exquisite – his alabaster skin glowing in the soft evening light and his silken hair falling over his smoothly muscled shoulders. Her body quivered with the memory of his and throbbed with desire. She needed him desperately.

As he undressed before her, she slipped her fingers between her legs, needing to quench the ache he had stirred in her. Slowly, she began to slide her fingers over her self as Legolas watched spellbound, his own undressing forgotten. His eyes grew wide in fascination and he could feel himself growing harder as he continued to watch the writhing nymph pleasure her self, his heart pounding in his chest.

“Legolas,” she hissed and beckoned him with her free hand. “Please.”

Instantly, he slipped onto the bed with her, removing her hand from between her thighs and licking her wet fingers before plunging his tongue into her mouth. He pulled her wrist above her head and held her there as his other hand squeezed her breast and he continued to kiss her. She moaned deeply. His body slid on top of hers and she clutched him tightly trying to get him between her legs.

Seeing her pleasuring herself made him painfully hard and he immediately understood how she could ache for him. He was aching to get inside of her. He needed to get inside of her. He belonged inside of her.

“Next time,” he promised her quietly, kicking off his trousers. “The next time I will pleasure you.”

She laughed and squirmed under him. He fiercely kissed her chest, his mouth closing in on one nipple. Her laugh was turned into a soft cry as he gently raked his teeth over the sensitive nub and her fingers gripped his hair.

“Legolas,” she gasped his name as he suckled her breast, her body begging for his. Now it was just the two of them – Haldir was fast becoming a distant memory and she sighed in relief.

She wrapped her arms around Legolas and in a single quick turn had the elf lying under her. He grinned up at her as she lowered her head to run her teeth over his nipple. He gasped at the sensation then moaned as her hand grasped his erection.

“Yes,” she whispered. “You like that don’t you?” She murmured, positioning her self so he could enter her and slowly lowering herself onto him.

Legolas cried out softly in response as his throbbing shaft slid into her willing form. His hips rose up to meet her and he grasped her thighs to pull her farther on to his stiff rod.

She moaned loudly as she took him all the way into her aching body, her hands splayed on his chest and her eyes closed in bliss. She could feel herself releasing her fears as Legolas slid deeper into her and she smiled.

“Annowe,” he whined. “Oh, Eru, Annowe!” He gasped as she slid completely on to him.

After pausing a moment to enjoy the sensation of having him inside of her, she began to slowly slide up and down on him. He moaned and grasped her thighs tighter, watching the pleasure on her face.

Her legs squeezed him and her hands ran over his shoulders as she continued to slide over him. He moaned in pleasure and slowly began to thrust against her. He wanted it to last. He would make it last until she screamed his name and lay spent and exhausted on him.

“Yes, Legolas,” she sighed encouragingly. “You feel so good inside of me.”

“So good,” he agreed, pulling her down and kissing her roughly.

“I’ve needed you so badly,” she whispered when he let her up for air. She sat back on him, hissing with pleasure as he slid deeper into her, and ran her eager hands over his body. She wanted to remember every curve of his body, the smell of him and the feel of his flawless skin under her fingers.

“Oh, Legolas,” she whispered. “I am already missing you.”

“Shhhh,” he murmured soothingly, stroking her thighs. “Don’t think about it. There is only you and I tonight. No one else. Just us.”

Leaning over him, she peppered his supple chest with quick kisses before intensifying her rhythm on his shaft. He cried out softly and twisted under her as the pleasure coursed through him. Annowe sat up then placed her feet flat on the bed, squatting over Legolas so there was no weight on him, just his shaft sliding into her.

“Help me,” she smiled. “Grab my thighs. Pull me down on you as fast and as hard as you want it.”

Slowly she stood up until just the tip of his shaft was inside of her then plunged down on him. Legolas hissed loudly and clamped his hands on her thighs, pulling her up again and watching in fascination as he slid out of her before pulling her down on him again. He groaned in pleasure and repeated the sequence, steadily increasing the pace.

Annowe placed her hands against his abdomen and began to slide more rapidly up and down on him, creating a bouncing motion. Legolas whined as he felt his body tense with pleasure. She made him mad with desire and he could not get enough of being inside of her.

“Annowe,” he breathed, squeezing her thighs and arching his back. She was controlling his pleasure, driving him toward climax and he could do nothing but writhe helplessly under her. She pinched his nipple and he cried out softly.

“How does it feel, my prince?” She smiled wickedly at him as she continued to ride him. “How does it feel to be so helpless under me?”

Legolas moaned in response, his body begging for release. “Please,” he hissed.

“Please what? Stop?” The nymph teasingly slowed her rhythm.

“Don’t stop! Please!” He begged, grabbing her thighs and thrusting him self into her. If she stopped, he would certainly go mad.

“Now you know how I feel when you tease me,” Annowe grinned and renewed her rhythm.

Legolas gasped but could not answer as the pleasure overwhelmed him. His hands clenched her thighs pulling her roughly down on him as his hips rose up and he buried his shaft deep within her. “Yes!” He moaned as he spilled himself into her. “Oh, yes!” He breathed as his body was wracked with ecstasy. Annowe smiled in satisfaction as she watched him writhe in helpless pleasure under her.

After his passion subsided, he pulled her down on top of him, stroking her back and murmuring to her. She pressed her cheek against his neck and held him closely. How much time did they have? She wondered. How much time before he would leave her and she would have to face Haldir alone? She shivered at the thought and Legolas hugged her comfortingly, completely unaware of her creeping apprehension.

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