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In Rohan	By : Sighs4l Category: Lord of the Rings Movies > Het - Male/Female Views: 2679 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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4. In Edoras

As
Eowyn watched Legolas care for the half-asleep lady in black, she would think ‘he
is so gentle with her.’  Eowyn had followed the elf back into
the great hall after they’d watched Grima flee Edoras and the
King receive the news of the death of his son, Theodred.
Eowyn
looked around nervously but Grima's men were gone. The Countess was alone
in the great Hall seated at the foot of the throne, her head resting on her
knees.
Legolas
ran through the hall to stand before her. "Are you alright,
Love?" he asked her, inspecting her carefully.
She
raised her head to look at them and smiled at him. "Yes, Love.
I'm fine. But I'm so tired now." She put her head back down on
her arms and closed her eyes again.
Legolas
stared at her for a few moments; he remembered seeing her like this once
before. He turned to Eowyn. "Is there some place where she may
rest?"
"My
room," Eowyn said. "This way."
Legolas
picked up the Countess and followed Eowyn through the halls and to a room where
Eowyn stopped and pulled a key out of the pocket of her dress and
unlocked the door. She went to gather the things she would need for her
cousin Theodred's funeral and listened to Legolas and the woman in black
whisper to each other.
Legolas
carried Orenin over to the bed and set her down, standing her on her
feet. She murmured in protest and he said "Shhhh. You may rest
in a moment." So tired, she put her hands on Legolas's shoulders and
rested her head against his chest to steady herself Legolas undid her
cloak and pulled it off her and dropped it onto the bed. "Now you
may lie down, Love," he said. She did and he pulled her boots
off, then came and sat by her and undid her vest.
She
smiled, stretched and sleepily said "mmmmm, a bed at
last." She put her hand on his thigh and squeezed. "Have
I told you lately how beautiful you are?"
He smiled
back at her. "You tell me every day," he said and took her hand
off his thigh, brought it to his lips and kissed it. "We are not
alone, Orenin."
Eowyn
had finished gathering everything she needed and came over to them.
Legolas
looked up at her, held out his hand and said "May I have the key,
please?"
She
handed it to him.
"Thank
you, my Lady." He stroked Orenin's face and said "Sleep now,
Love. I will lock the door.  No one will disturb your
sleep. I will return when I can." But she was already
deep in sleep and made no answer. He smiled down at her, still loath
to leave her and leaned in to kiss her forehead.
Eowyn noticed
the rings they wore and asked him "She is your...?"
"Yes,"
Legolas replied. "She is mine and I am hers." He leaned
over to kiss Orenin again and then stood. "Shall we go back to the
others?"

Orenin
heard him come down the hall and put the key in the lock; she smiled
and closed her eyes.
The
door opened and Legolas came in to the room and closed the door behind
him. He came over to the bed and looked down at Orenin for a few
moments. He then walked over to a chair, placed their weapons on the
floor and undid the brooch at his throat and draped his cloak over the chair.
She
opened her eyes a little and watched him take his tunic off and place it
over the back of the chair. He sat and pulled off his boots and dropped
them, then undid the fastenings of his shirt but did not take it off. He
walked back over to the bed and stood next to it and pulled his shirt off and
threw it over to the chair. He then started picking up the clothes she
had just taken off and thrown to the floor a short time before he’d come
into the room. He walked over to the
chair and placed her clothing on it.
Still
watching him through almost closed eyes, she was becoming impatient
with his slowness and wanted him naked in the bed with her. She felt
desire rising within her, almost making cry out when he came back to stand
beside the bed and began fiddling with the fastening of his leggings. So
intent on watching his hands, she couldn't draw breath waiting for him to pull
them off.
Legolas
had loosened the lacings of his leggings but did not take them off;
stretching his arms over his head, he yawned and began fiddling with his back
braid.
She
couldn't stand it anymore and, knowing she would lose this game, slipped
her hand under the covers.
He
laughed then as she opened her eyes and looked up at him. "Stop
that, Orenin," he said with a smile. "You finish too
quickly as it is."
"Then
take those off and come here to me," she replied, and throwing the covers
back and off the bed, she stretched and then held her arms out to him.
"As
you will, Love."

Legolas
looked down at Orenin, looking into her eyes, trying to decide which he liked better.  When
he would do slow gentle strokes, her dark eyes would be open, unfocused
with desire and her hands would wander over his shoulders, chest, face.
She would moan his name and it was good.
But
when he changed to hard, fast thrusts, she would clutch him to her tight, give
high pitched whining pleas, squirming under him and that was good as well.
He alternated,
ignoring her pleas for release, now fast, now slow.
"Orenin, is this better? Or this?" smiling, enjoying the sound
of her moaning his name. "This? Or this? Trying to
decide himself until he was so close and then it was impossible to slow,
listening to her say his name over and over. "Oh, Orenin, not
yet. Please, not yet," he whispered. But she came and hard and
then he came and hard and, oh, that was good too.
Legolas
collapsed on top of Orenin, then moved down her body so he could listen to her
heart.
She
stroked the back of his head and smiled. "If you don't want me to
finish so fast, you shouldn't make those noises..."

They
held each other and talked for most of the rest of the night. She told
him of how she sent Grima's men away and he told her of King Theoden's recovery
and Prince Theodred's funeral.
She
frowned at hearing of Gandalf's decision to leave them to go search for Prince
Eomer's riders they'd seen days before.
“Why did he go, Legolas?
Why him?” she asked.
“Anyone could have gone...”
She shifted in his arms.
Legolas,
to distract her from Gandalf’s departure, said "It is King Theoden's
order that Edoras is to empty; we will be going to the fortress of Rohan,
Helm's Deep.
"First
thing in the morning, no doubt," she smiled, and drew closer to him.
"Yes,
Orenin, first thing in the morning."

It
was not yet morning but it would be morning soon and they would have to get
ready for the day. Legolas could hear the first stirrings in the
castle. Orenin still slept; he lay on his side by her, his head in his
hand, looking down on her, his other hand stroking her. He wanted the
morning not to come, wanted not to leave this bed. Orenin would have to
travel during the day and he knew he should let her sleep, let her gather her
strength. But his strokes got firmer on her.
She
smiled, sighed and opened her legs to him.
He
slid two fingers into her, still rubbing on her with his thumb. He bent his head to her ear.
"Wake, Orenin; open your eyes. I am lonely for you."
She
opened her eyes, smiled, and said "Where are the blankets? I'm
cold."
"Let
me cover you then, Love," and moved to lay over her.
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