Elven Love

Authonotenotes:
I'm sorry for the mistakes.. blah blah… (Please see my notes for Chapters 1-4). No more beta er *er *sniffles* Toni disappeared. :-(

Disclaimer:
I do not own The Lord of the Rings. I do not own Mirkwood. And I -
unfortunately - do not own Legolas. And if I would own him, I would most likely not share him with you. (Okay maybe I'd let you touch his tunic and his braids for a second, but that's just because I'm in a good mood today) :-Þ

Rating: Yup… it definitely turned to NC-17 with this chapter. Enjoy, ladies, enjoy!


Chapter 5 : Fire of Passion

This was the night of Beltaine, and this was also the night in which the seed and the spirit of new life was planted. It was the night of old fertility rites, forgotten in many parts of Middle Earth. Aelin was preparing her tools to hold her very own, special ritual to honour Mother Earth. Carefully she touched her Athame, the ritual dagger that her grandmother had given her as a gift. It did not bear a name, but it was very special with a dark handle and an silvery blade. The rune for her own Initial, A, was carved into the wood of the handle. The Athame disappeared in her bag, as did her chalice, a hand full of barley seed and a vial filled with fine elven wine.

Legolas had promised to find an appropriate place for her to hold her ritual. Aelin thought that this was it so very sweet of him… and she also found it wonderful that he did not ask many questions. ~That's not the only thing you find sweet when it comes to Legolas~ echoed the tiny voice in her head.

When she heard the gentle knocks on the door, she smiled and sighed happily. This evening she knew exactly who was waiting for her outside the door.

Legolas lead her to "his" secret place in the forest. It was a quiet walk, since both of them were lost in their own thoughts.

When they finally arrived, Aelin asked Legolas to leave her alone to do her ritual, because she would eventually find back to the King's hall on her own. But he insisted to stay and muttered something about Yrch and forest trolls, so Aelin finally agreed that he would stay within an arrow's reach, so that he would be there when help was needed. Somehow Aelin thought that it was quite a good feeling to see Legola's bow and his quiver full of arrows which he had brought.

Legolas himself of course would never have admitted, that he wasn't actually very afraid of orcs or trolls, but he was quite curious what Aelin will do. ~ We'd love to see if she puts her robe off ~ the voice in his head stated, and Legolas blushed slightly.

Aelin eyed him suspiciously. "Go now!" she said, waving her hands.

When she thought he was far enough, she started to cleanse the place and drew an imaginative circle with her Athame after placing her tools inside it. With a low and soft voice she chanted and called the elements, her eyes closed. She turned east and summoned the power of the Air, the Fire from the South, Water from the West and Earth from the North.

But Legolas was not far, he was in fact, lurking in the shadows once again. How I s I seem to do that a lot recently? He asked himself, while he watched in awe how Aelin perform her ritual.

She seemed so distant to him now, her face illuminated by the presence of something greater. He would never dare to disturb her. In a strange kind of way she was not Aelin anymore in this moment he thought, she was an elemental sorceress, she had the appearance of a Goddess. Somehow he felt that it was not right to see what he was laying his eyes upon. So he slowly turned his back and waited, while he still could hear her chanting softly.

After a while it got silent, and he was very surprised when he heard her calling his name. "Legolas… come to me, I know you are out there in the shadows".

He felt caught , but alas…as it would not have made sense to pretend not being there, he walked into her direction.

There she stood, her back exposed to him. She did not hear him coming, his footsteps were as light as the softest whispering wind. But she could sense his presence, and so she turned around when she felt him finally standing behind her.

"Will you share cake and wine with me, Legolas?" she asked.
Her words were another surprise for him. "I see you are curious, my Elven prince" Aelin smiled. "and… yes, I am going to tell you about the Spirit of Beltaine !"

How could she know? Legolas shrugged. Somehow she always seemed to be one step ahead and to speak what he was actually thinking.

They sat down under a tree where soft moss grew and golden leafs from the trees where sprinkled on the ground, and Aelin started to talk about the magical night of Beltaine.

"The Land is now ripe and fertile and the Young God expresses His Love for the Goddess. This is a time of joyous and old customs amongst those who follow the Lady and the Lord", she explained.
"These customs may include repairing fences and boundary markers, processions of chimney-sweeps and milk maids and often also archery tournaments" she added with a smile.
"And then… there is also…." she suddenly stopped and blushed.

"There is also…?" Legolas had a suspicion what Aelin was about to say, but he decided to tease her a bit.

"It has to do with what I said about the God and the Goddess…"

"I'm sorry, my Lady Aelin… but I don't seem to understand. Could you please explain a little further?"
If an unknowing wanderer would have passed by in this moment he would have wondered about why the handsome Elf had this mischievous smile on his lips.

"It's… about… about… well, Beltain is also principly a time of sexuality and fertility".

Legolas smirked. "Really… is it…" he whispered.

Aelin did not think that her skin could turn in any brighter shade of red now and she was glad that he couldn't see her face so awfully blushed. But then again, Elves were known for their keen sight…

And especially this Elf… Legolas… she was fascinated how fair and he looked even at night. A truly magical creature, but natural and very masculine…

Suddenly there was that memory of the kisses they shared in the garden. And there was also the memory of the thought that had flashed through her mind when she had touched him for the first time. And there was this feeling deep inside her heart that she recognized now. She did not dare to admit it to herself at the moment, but later she would remember this second as the one her heart had finally decided to let her know what was going on…, as the moment she felt her true love.

Aelin found herself lost in his gaze, as he slowly drew her in his arms and lowered his head to melt his lips with hers. And the Goddess smiled, for the Spirit of Beltaine had kindled once again the fire of love and passion between two of her children.

Legolas slowly laid Aelin back on the velvety blanket of green moss, kissing her full of passion and desire. He explored the tender skin of her neck with his lips, while his hands wandered further down.

As their kiss became too intense thelledlled away. Legolas looked down at her flushed face with an unspoken question in his eyes. Then Aelin closed her eyes for a moment and nodded. Yes.. it was right.. here, with him. She felt her awa awaken in need… need to feel him closer to her. Their bodies arched towards each other and Legolas slipped his hand underneath the now loose top of her robe, exploring her smooth and warm skin.

Aelin was breathing rapidly, her fingers grasping his hair in want and need. She felt her inner self burning for him, never had she wanted anything in her life so much as she wanted him now. She tugged lightly on the soft silvery fabric of his tunic, reaching underneath it with one hand.

Legolas leant back and pulled it off, letting the cool air caressing his chest. But soon he felt Aelin's warm and tender hands on his skin. He leant back and gazed at her. She was still panting for breath and her eyes were hazy with desire. He reached out and slowly pulled the top of her robe over her arms. First she felt slightly embarrassed and tried to cover her nakedness with her hands, but Legolas softly pulled away her hand, kissing first each of her fingertips and then lowering his lips on the soft mounds of her breasts. They were full and firm, her nipples hard already, decorating her silken skin with their rosebud colour. When she felt his lips and his tongue teasing, kissing and licking her erected nipples she moaned out his name and clutched his shoulders.

His hands found their way down and he finally pulled her robe down her smooth legs, removing it completely and exposing her delicate body in all it's natural beauty to his admiring gaze.

Aelin blushed slightly and then reached out to draw him closer again. She could feel his hardness pressed against her and she ed, ed, as Legolas continued to tease her while his hands were exploring every single inch of her.

She couldn't tell when he also had put off all of his clothes, but she could tell that she was very pleased to feel the full length of his lean, naked body pressed against her own.

He slid his hands down her stomach and found her soft dark curls, and let his fingers run down further to find her hot and wet womanhood. He slightly parted her tights, caressing them with his hand, then sliding back to her hot core, teasing her clit and slowly encircling it with his thumb. Aelin could feel pure energy and lust emerging inside her and moaned in need. "…Please… Legolas… I need you so much…"

He knelt between her legs, holding her hands and locked eyes with her, breathing heavily. Their gaze was so burning and intense, that they both felt like they would melt at any moment.

Legolas moved his hips forward and when Aelin felt the tip of his pulsating hardness entering her body she whispered his name again.

When he finally filled her fully, she screamed out in pleasure and he moaned her name. She wrapped his legs around his waist and followed his rhythm. First slow, then harder and faster he drove into her. The sight of his muscled chest enveloping her, the feel of his mouth so close to hers...She felt a wave of pure heat building inside her, taking her to heaven.
He felt her muscles tighten around him, squeezing his shaft and bringing him near to his own climax.
A few more intense thrusts later, they both screamed in pleasure as they reached their very own heaven together, their spirits and souls merging to one, feeling complete, feeling free.

"Aelin.. sweet Aelin," he whispered, and kissed her mouth softly, stroking her hair with his hand at the same time. When they finally parted she lay below him, exhausted but smiling happily.

"Legolas…. there's something I want to try after we first kissed".

"So… what would that be, my sweet Aelin?" He asked.

Then he laughed when she sat up and tickled his earlobe with her tongue.


TBC

Wow... I didn't expect it would be THAT difficult to write this in English. Please let me know what you think or what I can make better. :-S Chapter 6 is due to be published in about 2 weeks. Oh... still looking for a new Beta Reader.