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WEST WIND OVER EDORAS	By : Silverfrost Category: Lord of the Rings Movies > Het - Male/Female Views: 17715 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Disclaimer: The characters and places here are not mine, all but a few are Tolkein's genius. If it's in LOTR, Silmarillion, Hobbit or Unfinished tales it Tolkien' s. If not it's mine.
No profit in this but the fun of writing and getting to play in Middle earth for a while.

Chapter Six:

ON INTO THE DAWN
ROWANNEN:

I cannot believe what has just happened to my body.

He had nibbled at my ears sending shivering thrills down my spine. He kissed me again and his hand touched my breasts. He made them come alive with his touch, a charge in his fingertips, making me ache with longing in every fibre of my being. It was so exquisite as he brushed my nipples that I could not tell whether I wanted him to stop or to continue forever. My body knew. It arched against him pushing my breasts into his hands. From somewhere far away I heard myself begin to moan.

He stroked his palm down my skin. It was as if my skin leapt into flames at the contact and then he slid his hand between my thighs. No one had ever touched me here before. It felt beautiful but strange. His palm brushed one leg, the back of his hand the other, gentle pressure persuaded me to relax and let my legs fall apart. More... said his hand, pushing so slightly but insistently and I opened myself and allowed him access to what he craved.

His fingers stroked my sensitive skin. I trembled with desire. His head lowered, his hair brushed over my breast and he teased at my nipple and slowly began to suck. Never before has a mouth touched me here, it sent me spinning and my head fell back across the pillow. I was losing all control. He explored me with his fingers, very gently like the trickle of water and then I gasped as his finger moved lower and slid skilfully inside my body. He was right, he did not hurt me. Deeper and deeper he reached and my body began to press against his hand, wanting him there so much. I felt myself grow wet. He slid his finger in and out and then again, and yet another finger and then another, joined in this dance.

He reached deep inside and began to stroke in circles touching something within me that unhinged me completely. �Legolas!� I heard myself cry and then I lost the power of speech, tiny sobbing noises bubbled up from somewhere deep inside. On and on he stroked. I could scarcely breath; I did not need to breathe. I was pure sensation rushing towards him. A bright light flashed through me. I had exploded. I felt my body return. It was jerking and shuddering against him. I cried aloud and reached to hold him as thrilling spasms raced through me, clutching at muscles and spaces inside me that I had not known existed.

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When at last I can open my eyes and return to my senses. I look at him in wonder.

�Oh Legolas!� I ask, �What was that?�
He lies there stroking my face waiting for my breathing to slow.

�That my sweet love. Was the first of many.� He says smiling.

My hand catches his fingers and I pull them to my mouth to kiss them, in thanks. I can taste my body there. He smiles and kisses my forehead then traces the tip of his nose down my cheek and captures my mouth yet again. I can feel him burning against me and it rekindles my desire.

�Touch me, lirimaer.� He says and guides my hand down to his erection.

My fingers close around the base, so hard and hot. He feels thick and strong. I slide them up his long length towards the tip. Smooth skin ripples under my fingers and he lets out a low groan. My fingers brush the tip and he pulses in my hand. Slick fluid leaks from the slit and slivers across my fingers, sweeter than the feel of silk. His hands grip mine and gently draw them from his Elfhood. I know that he wants me to stop, not because he does not like my touch but because he likes it too much.
He strokes my hand. His fingertips draw a pattern on my palm. He runs them up the inside of my arm across my shoulder and his palm frames my cheek tenderly.

�Are you ready, Rowannen?� he asks and his amazing eyes dive into my soul.

�Yes.� I whisper, though in truth I don�t think I can ever be ready for what is to come.

He raises his body and lowers himself between my thighs. Resting on one elbow, with the other hand he positions himself at the entrance to my body. The silken tip of him nudging between the folds. My breath is racing as he kisses me. His tongue seeking between my lips for entry as his hips swing upwards, and then down, and he slowly eases his body inside my own. So much more than his fingers is this. So much more of himself, his essence, his soul. Little by little as his tongue searches my mouth he thrusts himself deeper into my body. Withdrawing a little, then moving deeper with every stroke. He is like nothing I could have imagined. He is like nothing I can describe. I do not know how I can take all of him into my body but I do. I yield to him as he moves deeper, my channel opening, like a flower blossoming, to draw him in. My flesh moves against his, crying out in ecstasy, needing to feel him in my inner being as far as he can go.

My arms are about him, stroking his back, holding him close. I can feel the muscles ripple with effort. I can feel him trembling with pleasure. He moves slower, reining himself in and stops poised in mid swing. My eyes fly open and meet his.

�Amin mela lle. I love you� he whispers.

�I love you too, Legolas.� I whisper back.

For long moments we look into each other�s eyes, feeling our bodies joined so deeply.

He begins to move again, increasing our desire, then when I think I can bear this no longer, he stops and withdraws from me to lie by my side and lifts my right leg over his waist. Positioning his body beneath this, he slides deeply into me again. I hear his deep sigh of satisfaction. His hand reaches to me and pushes my left leg away and I am exposed and open to his touch. His fingers flicker through my curls and slide between my moist lips and suddenly my body twitches violently under his hand as his fingers slip over the swelling flesh of my clitoris.

I have touched myself here and know it to be exciting but never thought to bring myself to fruition for I had not known how far pleasure could be followed. Legolas in contrast, as he strokes, is not going to take such a half- hearted course. He is moving deeply within me again, angling himself to bring me to ecstasy. I want to scream but no sounds can pass my lips but small snatched breaths. His fingers rub and squeeze over my own tiny, straining erection. It is so blissful it is painful, yet I feel myself pushing against him, desperate for his touch. His fingers are slick with my juices, his thumb circles against this piece of flesh, which holds my soul. I am completely at his mercy now, if I never was before. I cannot bear this, it is too much. He is spiralling me higher into the heavens, his movement inside, corresponding to his fingers without, and then I do scream. I come crashing around him, breaking into pieces, shattering like glass, spraying into the sky.

LEGOLAS:

At my request she touches me, and I almost laugh, for as her fingers close around me, I know suddenly that this is what I have desired beyond all things since I first saw her outside the golden hall. Her fingers explore my hardness, discover the tip, spread my leaking juice. I groan and repress the urge to thrust myself into her hands. I touch her fingers and lift them from me. As I have felt before when first I knew I loved her, standing beneath the budding willows at the pool, this is not just her or me. It is both of us. This is not pure lust; we are destined for some purpose.
I stroke her hand, her face. I love her so.

�Are you ready?� I ask of her. When she whispers yes, then I can proceed.

My body flares with longing as I raise myself above her then sink to lower myself into her depths. I kiss her as I enter her body. This is so sweet, sweeter than I have ever known. So gentle must I be until she is comfortable with me intimately, yet she opens for me like a flower in the sunshine, welcoming the heat and light. Deeper I reach and she takes all of me into her being, her hands stroking my back. She is tight and firm, she squeezes around my elfhood. When I can go no further and my body is shaking with delight.

�Amin mela lle, I love you.� I whisper.

�I love you too, Legolas.� She whispers back and my joy is complete.

I must give her the greatest pleasure she has ever known for our first joining. This is pure bliss. She feels more secret, more special, more precious than anyone I have ever known. I move within her and her response to me makes me want to weep for joy. When our desire has built to unstoppable proportions I slide from her and lift her leg over my body. Entering her again is one of the most profound feelings of my life. I move her other leg away with my hand, expose her most intimate places to my touch, and begin to stroke and play. She responds by swelling against me. It is good that I am practised in the paths of love, for I am lost in her now; my strokes mirror the movement of my hand. I feel her building to a crescendo, I am lost, I am swept away in sensation, her body is as sweet as heaven. I cling desperately to the control of my fingers and know it is slipping away. I can hardly breathe; my body is moving, taut with mounting desire for release at last. My erection claims my every sense, my every thought. I can feel nothing but my soul and her body. I no longer know how I am keeping control. I feel myself swell harder, longer, deeper. She calls out as she climaxes around me. Squeezing, falling, crying, soul flying free. I hold her so tightly as I thrust myself into this ecstasy, savouring every moment, trying to hold on and then find I cannot. My body arches and stands poised, before hurtling down into her and spills all my essence, my seed, into her being, in a sparkling ecstatic rush.

It seems a long time until we return to earth. Our bodies still joined, damp with sweat, slick with the aftermath of our desire. As my mind returns to me I stroke her hair. A faint chill runs across my skin. I slowly and carefully withdraw from her and place a light kiss upon her lips. Her eyes flicker open again and such love is there I want to immediately drown myself in her body again. She gazes up at me speechless, but she needs no words to tell me how she feels.

I rise and place logs upon the fire, and pour the wine from the jug into our goblets and pass it to her for refreshment. She sits up against the pillows and drinks deeply. So fair is she. What is it about her that tears at my soul so? Her youth, her mortality? Both of these perhaps, embodied in her vibrant life force singing to the stars, her spirit winging skyward, despite all attempts of cruel life to clip her wings.

We do not speak, we do not need to. Our thoughts are joined, as our bodies have so recently been. No words are necessary. She hands me the empty goblet and rests back against the pillow. A happy sigh escapes her lips. I stroke her skin, following the trails of the fair freckles, tracing patterns. I am so close to her I can feel her mind. I can see her as a girl playing in Edoras, dancing in the sunlight, running through the grass, swimming in the river, riding into the sunset. I can sense her soul.

The spices have done their work, As I gaze upon her satiated naked body I can feel my desire for her rising again. I grow hard under her gaze. The spices have indeed done their work, she reaches her arms out to me.

�Legolas� she says, nothing more, but nothing more is necessary. I fall into her embrace. This time she takes the initiative. Her tongue probes my mouth; she is so hungry it takes my breath away. Such delight is this. I lie back on the bed and pull her over on top of me. My mouth again engaged in the most blissful kiss of my memory. As we break apart she looks into my eyes, sweet hot desire is swimming there. Her hands stroke my chest and arms. I smile, this is happiness complete, and I raise her lovely body across my own. Her legs straddle me, my Elfhood leaps into fullness, harder even than before, for now I know what to expect.

Holding her hips I lower her body onto my length. She is careful to position herself, and bliss flares across my soul as she opens her body and sinks herself onto my shaft. Her hair tumbles down her breasts, tickles across my chest. I run my fingers through the amber cloud. She begins to move. I can feel the joy springing in her soul. As her body dances around me my breath shortens. She loves me, this I know. The knowledge hurtles across my awareness as her body moves. Her lips find the tips of my ears as she leans over me, licking, caressing, nibbling, taking great pleasure in me. My heart sings.
As she leans over me holding me close within her body, I press my lips to her nipples, first one and then the other, beautiful, puckered, dark pink, delicious. Licking lightly, then sucking hungrily.

For a moment I want to drive into her, to take my pleasure without regard for her own. I want to race towards ecstasy, but she has given of herself willingly. She is still so new to this pleasure. She may not understand if I drive forward, she will think I violate her. My mind rushes forward to the time when I may play such games with her, but for now this is delightful sweetness in itself. For as long as I can I bear, I let her play and slide about me, she becomes insistent, drawing me into flaming desire for release.

These pathways of love are so new to her; she is running down them excitedly like a child. It is exhilarating and I am tempted to let her fly along, to rush me joyfully into completion, but there is something I want to show her. She has not yet the knowledge or experience. For this I will need to take control. My hands grasp her hips and still her movement. She looks at me questioningly.

�That is so good, melethril. ((Lover)) So good, that you will chase me over the precipice in moments. Be still or I cannot control myself.� I say, �Still a moment. Let me take you instead and we can go together!�

Without leaving her body I roll her over onto her side, moving and thrusting to position my body comfortably. She settles around me again. I find the right angle and start to slide, out a little way, then in deeply, again and again, over and over, the tip of my arousal brushing across that sweet spot inside. She moans softly and rocks with me, her eyes are closed. I have to know where she is. Not missing a stroke, I bring my hand to her face.

�Look at me, melamin.� I command. Her eyelids flicker open and fasten on my face. Those green eyes, smoky with smouldering desire. �Keep looking, do not leave me.� I implore.

Very slowly I move, deep and deeper, I had thought that the rush of speed would bring me to ecstasy, but now I know that the slower I go the better it will be. My hips move.

�Keep looking at me.� I insist, as I see her eyes begin to slide behind the lids in ecstasy. This is hard for her. As I move within her, her eyes flicker, they slide, they grow ever cloudier as the desire for completion builds within her body.

� No! Rowannenn, look at me! You must look at me!� I cry, as she slips away into bliss. And my hand holds her face to my own. Her eyes try to focus, to comply with my will.

�Look at me, don�t let go. Do not let go!� I cry, as I move deeply within her.� Stay with me. You Must�.

Still slowly I move, almost reluctant for this to end, for all I know that the destination is heaven. It is better than I have ever experienced. Her body rocks against me, closes around me. Her eyes are deep pools of desire and love. I must have her locked to my soul as I find release. She is gazing into my eyes with love and uncontrolled desire, the need in her body driving her insane.

�Look at me, lirimaer, look at me now!� My arousal is burning so brightly, she is responding so beautifully to my body. I begin to move faster now. I need her eyes,

�Do not slip away.� I cry, �Look at me melethril, I need your eyes, look at me now!� and I see the passion sweep over her as she desperately locks her eyes into mine.

�Yes, Come for me, Come for me, I need you.� I both see and feel instantaneously, her orgasm and my own, sweep us both into ecstasy and my release pours into her and over her at the same instant as hers does for me. It is both victory and surrender for us both at once, our eyes locked together, but unseeing in any conventional sense. Our bodies lock into each other also, we begin to fly. We tear into the sky. My body is leaping and sweeping out of control, but yet somehow it is so perfectly disciplined, hurtling over the edge of the universe into oblivion, joined to hers, body, spirit and soul.

ROWANNEN:

I would never have dreamed such bliss could be mine. I had no idea my body held such secrets as he has unleashed in me tonight. I have never been so happy. I almost feel like a different person, someone I have never known, yet at the same time I feel more myself and complete than ever before.

He comes back to the bed with wine; the fire begins to burn brightly again. In its glow I see his body grow hard again under my gaze. I love him. I want him. There is nothing else in the world but him for me now. He laughs at the joy in my eyes and pulls me astride him, lifting me over so that I can lower myself onto him. I would give him anything he asked. I give him all of myself. My hair tumbles around us and his fingers stray through it as I move upon him, thrilling to the feel of him deep inside me, pushing upwards as I press down. It is good to rock my body around him. I can feel his excitement, his pleasure heightening beyond the bounds of control. Then his hands hold me still.

�That is so good, melethril.� He says. �So good that you will chase me over the precipice in moments. Still a moment. Let me take you instead and we can go together.�

Still inside me he rolls me to the side and thrusts deeply and slowly, finding the best way to pleasure me again. I close my eyes in bliss. He holds my face.

�Look at me, melamin.� he implores. I can hardly see his face, cannot focus, my eyes are heavy and veiled with desire and sensation. I want to slip away, but he insists I keep my eyes fastened onto his. I can feel every deep thrill of his body. I can see his ecstasy flowing across his vision.

�Don�t let go! Stay with me! You must!� he cries, his eyes boring into my own as he carries us both as one, into a pleasure never before known.

I must have slept a while after he cast us into oblivion. When I wake he is still beside me. The fire has burned low, the embers glow. Legolas smiles at me, but does not speak. There is no need for words. He rises from the bed, his naked form beautiful in the dim fire glow. I watch his long legs, strong thighs, firm buttocks and muscled back, his hair spilling down, as he moves to the window and draws aside the tapestry drape. Light sneaks into the chamber. The sky is pale grey streaked with red, behind the distant mountain the promise of sunrise.

He lets it fall again and comes back to the fire, Lifting the copper water pot, he pours some warmed water into the tub and begins to wash his body. He is so beautiful it almost hurts me to look upon him. He rubs himself dry on the thick towel and then holds out his hand.

�Come here, lirimaer.� He says.
I rise and walk towards him. He wets his hands, gathers soap upon them and then pulling me to him, runs them over my breasts circling the nipples with suds. Then he sweeps them down between my legs brushing through the hair, fingers probing, tickling. I laugh and he steals a brief kiss from my lips, then his eyes darken and he kisses me again long and lingering. Rivulets of water from his fingers trickle down my thighs.

When he breaks away, it is reluctantly. He hands me the towel.

�We have no more time this day for loving, only travel, but stay with me if you can. I cannot bear to be parted from you.�

I move into his arms and he buries his face in my hair. We stand, skin touching all along the length of our bodies, breathing in unison.

A knock comes upon the door and I recognise the voice of Aragorn with an undertone of mirth in his words.

�Come on Legolas, hurry up. Don�t you know it is nearly noon?!�
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