WEST WIND OVER EDORAS

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 12:

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A/N: Slightly more the course of the book here. Elrond does not appear as in the film, but instead his twin sons, as in the book.
Aragorn’s horse from the north is left out though, as I prefer Brego, but I cannot deny the twins.

Although I am writing a Het Fic, I must admit to very rarely reading them about Legolas, (I hate them) with occasional unbelievable exceptions. Shanastay’s “FANTASY”, one of the longest single sitting Legolas rides you will ever go on! Whew! What an Elf….And the hysterically funny, scorching hot and totally irresistibly inventive AU, “POTTYMOUTH” by LeRouret. Legolas in leathers on a Harley (having Eowyn on the kitchen table) and swearing his head off, but incredibly still totally recognisable as an immortal, noble elf, is actually a serious turn on. It’s also the best fanfic I have ever read or ever expect to read. Crude, romantic and perfectly spiritual all at once. Pure Genius.

Where Legolas is concerned, I am more partial to quality Slash, mostly ELF and the Twins in particular. Check out my Rec Read list if you like it too. Authors Laurelin, with her “PILGRIM” trilogy, (She pairs the twins and Legolas /Haldir.)
And Eresse with her 30 stories of GREENLEAF & IMLADRIS, Legolas/Elrohir plus ‘HALLOWED FATE.’ Elladan/Imrahil.

My maybe all time favourite slash is … Minuial_nuwing with her wonderful “PRINCES THREE ” keeps me utterly breathless and desperate for more. It is the most erotic and tender M/M/M you could ever read, IMO. Thank you so much Min, for your permission to use the hair beads, these are entirely her creation. I am grateful you allowed me to borrow ‘your’ twins. Although only a side dish in this story (and lacking their honey butter filling) I hope they are still recognizable to you here because I cannot think of the twins without thinking of “YOUR” twins.

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ROWANNEN:

So full of travel and activity have these last days been, but still they stretched endlessly for me. We wound our way back to Edoras and requisitioned many supplies. This brief return is a poignant time. Eowyn and I are aware that we may not see our home again. Our last leaving was hurried, under threat of imminent attack, but now we, and especially Eowyn, go under the purpose of our own will alone, and the decision is arduous for her in many ways. Eowyn, I suspect, has stowed a few precious things in her belongings, but I bring only spare clothing for myself. I have already reconciled myself to leaving my homeland. I do though, change Feannim’s bridle and saddle for her ceremonial tack of the finest dark leather chased with silver, and I roll my softest finest blankets around my pack, so I may fashion a comfortable bed whilst I travel.

At the stables we stand and look back to the Golden Hall. Eowyn turns to me and though there is pain in this leave-taking we both feel a surge of excitement as we set out together. She kisses my forehead.

“May our futures bring us good fortune.” She prays.

Time spent without Legolas near, is a lonely torture for me, however many others keep me company, and in spite of the wizard’s words, I have been troubled for the future. Yet once out in the freedom of the open air with another unknown journey before me, my spirit starts to sing again. Few women ride with us now, but the swell of warriors and laden pack horses grows with each village we pass and more can be seen heading towards the mountain from far across the plains.

At last we have set up camp, along the way at Dunharrow. The coloured tents and banners flap gaily in the breeze. A hint of spring is in the air. We are well organised, The men have sharpened and cleaned their weapons, we have good supplies in store, all that remains is to wait for the King and his company to return. My body and mind are needful of Legolas. I must keep busy, to stem this ache of longing in my soul. In the fresh morning air I make my way to the tethered lines of horses and bring Feannim some hay. Soon the new grass will be sweet and rich again and this chore unneeded. I rest my face against her smooth neck breathing in the scent of horse. Well do I love my mare. I begin to groom her as she eats, sweeping down her dark hide until it gleams. I am brushing the stalks of straw from her long tail when I hear hooves in the distance approaching the Harrowdale at speed, and a horse comes into sight.

It is Arod! I drop the brush and race out over the plain, my feet are flying, my heart is hammering. Legolas reins in the sweating horse as he approaches and leaps down. Swiftly his arms are about me, crushing me to him. He is laughing with delight as he swings me around and rains kisses onto my face. I love that laugh, it is like liquid sunbeams. Bliss sears through me, as my fingers move under his cloak and hold him as tight as he holds me. Fully clothed as we are, standing in the grass of an empty meadow, only brief moments into our reunion, we are still suddenly one. There is no distinction between our bodies or our minds, each flowed into the other and we stand very still, heads pressed close as we swirl together. Slowly, so slowly the spinning stops and we break apart.
“You are alone?” I ask, when I can draw breath again

The others follow,” he says with a smile. “They are maybe only half a day behind, but I could wait no longer to be with you again and rode Arod hard throughout the night.” Indeed, the grey is lathered. We walk slowly back to camp my head on Legolas’s shoulder, our arms about each other, leading the horse, allowing him to cool and his muscles to relax. Legolas tells me of Saruman and Wormtongue in the tower, of the destruction of evil in Isengard and the cleansing river. He speaks of the Ents excitedly, and describes Treebeard to me.

“I have heard legends of these beings.” I say.

“Now I have knowledge of them.” He tells me. “The realm of Mirkwood is a vast expanse. It could encompass Fanghorn many times, but Fanghorn holds potent magic. I felt it when I first passed through its borders before I came to Rohan. Someday I must travel there again, if the Valar allow.”

He tells me also of the Hobbits, and the Palantir.

“Gandalf has ridden hard, direct to Minas Tirith with Pippin, but Merry is with King Theoden and Aragorn. You will like him Rowannen. The halflings are curious and funny but also a very special race.”

When Arod is settled in the line with Feannim and fed and watered, we walk to the camp. Eowyn rises at our approach and smiles at Legolas.

“My uncle and Lord Aragorn, do they accompany you?” she asks hopefully.

“Only a matter of hours behind, my lady” replies Legolas.

I bend to tend the fire, before the tent Eowyn and I have shared, where a pot of vegetables and fragrant herbs bubbles merrily.

“We have had no time to hunt and fresh meat is scarce.” I tell Legolas. “Will this suffice?”
“It will.” he says, “but we passed the river, are there no fish?”

“There are fish in the river pools here.” I reply “But they are unlike the lazy fish in the deep rivers and lakes. They are fast and wary. Too wary for a lure on a line, unless you have all day to while away and too fast for a spear.”

“Not too fast for my arrows.” He grins at me. “Show me these pools, Rowannen, and I will show you how we fish in the Forest River in the heart of Mirkwood.” It is only a short walk until we reach the river.

“There are otter spraint here, there will be fish.” Legolas says.
And heron feathers too, I notice in the reeds. He stands at the edge of the bank, draws his bow and fits a slender arrow, holding it in readiness. Standing perfectly still he waits for long moments, leaning so that his shadow does not fall onto the water. The colours of his clothes blend with the landscape. He seems to grow from the very earth and be one with it. His face is concentrated like a statue and his eyes do not blink. He reminds me of the herons. Then almost faster than my eyes can see he has released his arrow with lightning force and it stands embedded in the mud of the riverbed. It’s feathering above the surface sways in the current. Legolas steps lightly into the shallows and reaches for the arrow. Impaled on its tip is a fine silver fish, which wriggles desperately for an instant and then is still. Legolas pulls his prize from the shaft and lays it on the bank and then walking a little way upstream repeats the exercise. I sit quietly on the bank; it is beautiful to watch him.

When he has ten fish he lays aside his bow draws his knife and quickly guts and cleans them, washing them in the stream. He threads them by their gills onto a sharp twig and we carry this bounty between us back to the fire. The fish are sizzling nicely when Gamling appears and bows to Eowyn.

“Riders approach, my lady, with the King. I think you should come. There are more than expected.” He says.

Legolas and I stay to tend the fire. As the fish smoke, he draws me into his arms and his lips cover mine. The world disappears, my skin tingles, my body melts. Surely such love as this can never before have been found in Arda?

I think he hears the approach of footsteps before I do, for he reluctantly pulls away and raises his head. I look up and see joy in his features for walking towards us are two Elves. Aragorn too approaches with several men, similar in appearance to himself, dark and stern but kind. They are cloaked and all wear a clasp fashioned as a silver star at the shoulder, but it is the Elves who rivet my gaze.

They are perfect mirror images of each other and I wonder if I am seeing double and try to lower my eyes so as not to appear rude, but I cannot. They must be twins. Legolas has told me of half elven and elven twins, but this is the first time I have set eyes on such siblings. Twins are very rare in Rohan and when they have occurred are always non identical and of different sexes. These elves before me are a revelation. They are tall and slender, but hard and powerful at the same time. Their faces are exquisite, with silvered skin and grey eyes the colour of misty twilight, which shine like water with the moon upon it. They are looking at Legolas with amusement. But it is their hair, which commands my attention. Why had I thought that all elves were fair? Perhaps because of Legolas and Haldir and the Lorien archers? These two are as dark as midnight. Their hair falls as far as my own, almost to their hips in a long straight sweep as black and glossy as raven feathers. Strange braids adorn this length and wound into these twists are beads.

Legolas leaps up in one fluid movement.

“Mae Govannen, gwenyn!” He cries. ((Well met, twins!))
“Glassen an achened lle.” ((It is my joy to see you again))

“Nae saian Luume!” exclaims one of the imposing figures. ((It has been too long!))
And grips Legolas in a firm embrace.

“Las! Pen valthennen! Manen lle?” ((Leaf! My golden one! How are you?))
Cries the other and laughingly flings his arms around him also.

He extricates himself from this double clasp and smiles at them and reaching for my hand pulls me toward them. It is then that they notice his braids and mine.

“Las! What is this I see?” Cries one and his fingers stroke Legolas’s hair. The other twin steps lightly forward and his fingers stretch toward me and touch my braid also.

“Tell us of this mystery.” He asks.

“I will, while we eat. You must be hungry.” Legolas replies, and takes the fish from the smoke. I ladle the vegetables and herbs into carved wooden bowls and Legolas skins the fish and adds it in pieces.

The twins and Aragorn and his escort, who I soon learn, overtook him on the road at dawn, and are, like him, Rangers of the Dunedain from the north, gratefully accept the food. Legolas introduces the Elves as Elladan and Elrohir. They are the sons of Elrond he explains, the foster brothers that Aragorn was raised with, and brothers to Arwen, Aragorn’s lost love. I can see too that Aragorn is easy and relaxed in their presence as is Legolas.

“Lembas is good, but variety is always welcome.” Says one of the dark twins.
“This food of Rohan is good.” And he smiles at me.

“How do you tell them apart?” I whisper to Legolas?

“Tis easy, when you know them as well as I,” he replies. “Their mannerisms provide the clues, but for those new to their acquaintance look to the beads in their hair. Elladan wears always the blue beads; they are Lapis Lazuli mined from the Grey Mountains. It is a precious stone, given as a gift from our people, the Sylvan Elves, to Imladris. The deep blue is shot with veins of gold like strings of galaxies. Each bead a universe unto itself. Elrohir wears the mithril beads. Perfect globes of molten mercury frozen into time.”

As we eat, Legolas explains to the twins our meeting and our bond, our pledge and Gandalf’s prophecy. He speaks in the common speech, so that I too can have knowledge of his words. My heart is glad, for as he speaks, I can hear the wonder and the love in his voice, but still I have some fear, will these elves be as shocked and disapproving as Haldir? I can see that the twins carefully weigh every word he utters, as they watch his face. My trepidation grows. When Legolas is done the twins look at each other and rise to their feet. They move around the fire and stand before us, and taking our hands pull us to stand with them.

“Well Las, if this is meant to be for some purpose as Mithrandir suspects. Then who better for it than you, pen valthennen.” Says Elrohir, “You of all elves certainly have the aspiration for adventure and courage that this will require. Aa' menealle nauva calen ar' malta.”
((May your ways be green and golden.))

“Glassen an ngovaded lle, Rowannen.” Says Elladan ((It is my joy to meet you))
“Lle quena I’lambe tel Eldalie?” ((Do you speak Elvish?))

“Not yet, but she learns quickly,” laughs Legolas as he explains their words to me.

“Would that we had been there to witness your pledge.” Says Elrohir. “Las is very dear to us and we would share in all that makes him happy and is important to him. Still I suppose Aragorn did his best!” They grin at their foster brother and he smiles and nods back.

“Rowannen, as Legolas’s pledged love, then you have my heart and my love also.” Says Elladan softly. “If I can aid you in any way, then consider it done, Hiril nin.” and he bends to kiss my hand. ((my lady))

“What is true for my twin is true for me also.” Adds Elrohir, and he draws me into his arms and kisses my cheek.

I feel the tears spring to my eyes, for whatever I had expected it was not this. Not just acceptance do I feel from them, but love, for both Legolas and myself.

“I thank you.” I say and smile into their grey eyes.

“Meneg hennaed, mellyn nin.” Legolas’s voice is grateful as he clasps their hands in his own. ((A thousand thanks, my friends.))

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Eowyn approaches between the tents, I offer her some food.

“I have no need, I have been delayed with my uncle and ate with him. I have also met with Merry the Hobbit. He is a fine and amusing companion.” She tells us.

Aragorn smiles at her. “You will find Hobbits to be quite surprising characters should your acquaintance deepen.” He says laughingly “They have a strength and courage not apparent on their simple surface.”

Eowyn smiles back at him, and then turns to me.
“I have come to ask you Rowannen, if you will come bathe with me?”

“Yes of course.” I reply “I meant this day to wash and change clothes, tis only our guests arrival which delayed me.” And I rise to follow her, picking up my pack from beside the tent.

“I think that to bathe and wash away the dirt of the travel of these last days would be a fine thing.” Says Aragorn. “Indeed the elven twins have been even longer on the road these last days than I myself, having ridden hard from Imladris.”

“There is a perfect pool in the river close by.” Replies Eowyn and her eyes meet his. “If you will but wait for an interval, until Rowannen and I have bathed, then follow our steps down the path there.” And she points towards a well trodden way between the rocks and trees.

I smile at Legolas, as I take my leave of him, and follow Eowyn between the bushes.

“Do you have reason to bathe this day, Eowyn?” I tease her.

She looks at me sideways remembering her words to me in my chamber at Edoras.
“Maybe I hope for the same things as you.” She admits.

The pool is only just deep enough to swim in and there is no cascade and no rocks to dive from as at the midsummer pool at Edoras, But the water thankfully does not run directly from the snowmelt here and is not so chill. Still I do not wish to linger over long in the water, and when my body is clean I wash my leggings and other clothes and spread them to dry on the rocks. In my pack I have spare garments, a soft grey skirt the colour of dove feathers with never-ending design swirled around the hem, and a tunic, fresh and bright and yellowgreen as sycamore flowers in spring, laced with ribbon. I dress. It is good to feel clean again.

Eowyn stays in the water, twirling around in the current and then stands to wring out her hair. The sound of voices drifts through the branches, coming nearer down the path. Male voices. Eowyn does not seem to notice; perhaps it is the song of the stream, which holds her ears.

“Eowyn” I call, “Someone approaches!” but still she does not disappear beneath the water.

Suddenly Aragorn appears through the trees, Legolas and the twins a little way behind him, talking and laughing. He stops in his tracks at the sight of Eowyn in the pool.

I can hardly restrain my gasp for she is standing still, the water lapping only to the height of her thighs and as he stares she turns to face him. It seems as if long moments pass before she dips her body below the water.

“Forgive me, my lady.” Says Aragorn. “I did not know that you were still here.”

“Give us but a moment, we are nearly done.” I say quickly.

The man turns and taking the elves, waits just out of sight in the trees, we can hear the low tones of their conversation, but not it’s sense. I wait for Eowyn to dress.

“What were you thinking of?” I ask, “to show yourself so to him when you do not know of his intentions?”

“You ask me this?” she questions, “when you have cast yourself to Legolas?”

I blush slightly. “I did not go to him until I knew he loved me, until I had heard it from his own lips.” I reply.

“How did you know he did not lie to you, in order for you to warm his bed?” she asks.

“I knew Eowyn.” I reply. “I had no doubt of his feelings for me before I gave myself to him.”

Eowyn stares back at me. “I do not know, but I must take a risk, now that I am no longer confined by a cage then the rules are altered. You must already be experiencing this Rowannen are you not? In times such as these boundaries are shifting.”

“Yes they are shifting.” I reply, “When a known way of life is coming to an end and the future is unknown then it is like travelling in a strange country without a map. I do not know where I am going. It is a little alarming for there is much that is new to deal with but it is excitement at these changes in my life I feel most of all.”

Eowyn, now fully clothed, smiles at me as we begin to walk back along the path.

“I have noticed this in you. Excitement of many kinds I have no doubt.” She jests.

My faint answering blush is still on my cheeks as we reach Legolas and the twins and Aragorn. Eowyn too flushes slightly as she brushes closely past Aragorn, although the path is wide. She does not cast down her eyes, but raises hers to meet his as she says breathily.

“The pool is now all yours, my Lord, and elves. I hope you enjoy your bathe.”

When we reach a clearing. Eowyn halts and lowers her burden to the ground.

“I think we should go back and watch them bathe also, from the cover of the trees,” she says softly. “I would have the same knowledge for my eyes as Lord Aragorn now has of me.”

My eyes widen, “We cannot do this Eowyn.” I protest.

“Why not?” she asks. “It is not so very different from the midsummer swimming at Edoras.”

I have no answer to this. I cannot find a sensible argument to this logic. And unbidden, my stomach flutters in anticipation. Not for any desire regarding Aragorn, but because I can never have enough sight of Legolas even though in this instance he will not know of my adoring gaze.

I try to catch her arm to pull her back but she steps forward between the trees; drawing ever nearer the pool and I find my steps follow her. Soon we have a vantage point. I know this before I myself reach it, for I hear her sharp intake of breath. Pressed close to her body, I too peer through the gaps in the holly thicket.

The four of them are already naked in the water. The twins are sitting immersed to the shoulders, splashing and laughing and washing each other’s hair with their elegant fingers. Legolas is swimming in lazy circles. His long hard body slipping fluidly through the water. He moves as easily in liquid as he does through the air, arms and legs graceful and powerful, his hair flowing all around his shoulders in the current.
Tight buttocks flash at us for an instant as he curves and dips under the surface. Beneath the resulting ripples the pale gleam of his skin makes him look like a wondrous fish. He kicks out to increase speed and arrows deeper, diving between the twins and pushing them off balance so that they fall apart backwards into the water. Spluttering they regain their balance and four hands reach for him, grasping for purchase on his disappearing ankles. He twists away and resurfaces aiming for the opposite bank.

Aragorn is standing, laughing at these antics as he soaps his body. Eowyn is transfixed. Her eyes rove his muscled arms, the wet hair snaking in tendrils onto his shoulders. The wounds she tended there, already healing fast. I do not watch him, instead observe my friend. Her eyes are hungry and needful as they travel down his strong brown torso to tapered hips where the skin grows paler, to hard rounded thighs, then back to rest on his manhood springing from a thick nest of dark curled hair. She draws in a quiet breath and I can feel her desire washing over her in waves. I follow her gaze and smile at her. No longer though, is this attractive to my eyes, my first sight of Legolas has forever spoiled me for mortal men.

Eowyn watches breathless as Aragorn runs suds over his thighs, his hands reach between his legs and wash away the sweat and grime from days of riding. His fingers stroke along his own length, cleansing and caressing and even from here we can see him begin to harden in his own hand. The fact does not escape his companions either.

“I should leave that particular massage until you are safe within your own tent this night,” advises Elladan with a chuckle. “You never know who may be watching here.”

Aragorn laughs. “You are right, I will not treat you to the sight. Who knows where that would lead?” He dips beneath the water and leans back, luxuriating in the lap of the ripples against his skin.

I try to pull Eowyn away but she resists me and watches until they finish washing and swimming. Aragorn leaves the pool first and standing on the bank he shakes himself, tossing his tousled head and scattering bright water in an arc like a wet dog. Then he rubs his body dry carefully starting from his broad shoulders and working downwards to the curve of his strong legs before beginning to dress. Eowyn’s eyes drink in his every move. Then Legolas and the twins rise from the water. This time she cannot suppress her gasp, her hand flies to her mouth too late. Legolas glances towards the trees then his eyes move away again, a faint smile on his lips. He is stunning as he walks from the water framed between the twins, a picture of silver and gold perfection. Long legs, sculpted limbs and torso, firm muscles and his eyes shining in a face that is fair beyond measure. The twins too take our breath away as they step onto the bank. Slightly taller than Legolas, their legs are long, slender and hard, their skin is pale and smooth and glistens with water and their long wet hair flows down around those identical chiselled faces, ripples over their chests like spilt ink. Their bodies although beautiful to look on, are still so very masculine, and now I have sight of more than one elf, it would appear that they are all as well endowed as Legolas.

Eowyn turns to me her eyes wide with amazement and at last pulls me away to creep back to the path. Once she deems we are out of earshot she stops and takes a deep breath staring at me all the while. I have known her long, we have grown up together and have shared much closeness. I do not need her words to discern her present thoughts.

“How do you manage it, Rowannen,” she whispers, “when you lie with Legolas?”

I grin back at her. I can almost see the pictures forming behind her eyes. Eowyn is not without imagination. Having seen the elves naked but unaroused, I know she is envisioning what the sight of them excited and ready for loving must be like.

“In the same way as all other beings in Arda manage it. How would you think?”
I reply laughing.

She laughs back. “You know that was not my meaning. I cannot help but wonder, can you take all of him?”

I look back at her and my eyes crinkle up at the corners, I nod happily.
“I have nothing else to compare it to. Eowyn. I only know it just happens and my body yields.” I take my friend’s hand as we walk onward. “I can only think this. In the past I imagined sometimes, what it would be like with Theodred, and now I have knowledge of Legolas. I would describe it like this, Eowyn. It is the difference between Earth and Heaven.”

“Then maybe I am coming to understand that your actions are not so rash and misplaced after all.” She giggles.

She squeezes my fingers and we start to run, our feet gaily leaping down the path back to the camp, our laughter ringing into the air. I can scarcely wait for nightfall.

LEGOLAS:

New tents have been erected for the recent arrivals and the Rangers are busy settling themselves into these temporary quarters for much needed rest when we return from the pool. Rowannen is carrying blankets and her belongings from the lady Eowyn’s tent to another one in a small group beneath some trees. I smile at her and bring my own pack and lay it with hers. Night cannot come quickly enough! I have missed her. Has she picked this spot under the trees for me, I wonder? I sit and lean my back against the trunk of the spreading chestnut, its buds are already swelling and sticky with new life. I breathe deeply inhaling its scent, as I watch her build a new fire.

Aragorn departs to find Gimli and Merry. Eowyn joins him to go and attend to her uncle. Elladan and Elrohir come to sit before the flames and dry their hair. It is so good to see my friends again; their presence gladdens my heart. I sit and listen to them conversing softly in elvish, they are discussing their father Elrond and their sister Arwen and her resolve. I glean from their words that they do not think she will bend to his will and to Aragorn’s plea that she should sail into the West. Never do I meddle in others personal affairs, the Valar only know where the lives of men and elves should lead, but I think I should ask Rowannen to take some care for her friend. I heard Eowyn’s presence at the pool; I can see her heart yearning for Aragorn. It will bleed, for even should he never be reunited with Arwen I doubt he will ever take another love.

Rowannen comes to me now and sits beside me, the soft grey folds of her skirt flow around her like mist. Her hair is still damp. I reach to stroke it with my fingers and she leans against me.

“You look happy, Legolas,” she says, “happier than I have ever seen you.”

“Im meren…. I am happy,” I reply. “Grief has gone, a battle is won, Saruman overthrown. We have time to rest a while before we move on. I have friends about me. I am well fed and clean and most of all, I have you with me. Only one thing remains to make my joy complete.”

“What is that?” she asks.

“This.” I reply, and lift her face to mine to kiss her.

Ed’ I’ear ar elenea! ((By the sea and stars)) What is this that happens every time my lips meet hers? It is like some spell. The sky spins. I lose myself in another place and she comes with me. Her lips are soft and open for me as I move my mouth on hers. Gently I slide my tongue across that delicate skin, delving inside to find such delicious wetness and an answering tongue licking against my own. She slides her hand around my neck. Her fingers twine into my still wet hair and hold my head. I put my arms around her and deepen the kiss. My tongue delights in the taste of her and I want to know all of her, to lick her skin, to taste all her secret places. My flesh grows hard at the thought. Only days have we been apart but it has been too long.

Her body presses closer to mine and begins to tremble, her mouth tells me of the love she has for me. I can feel her desire for me rising and it serves to inflame my own. I hear the breeze sighing in the branches above me and the fire crackle and then a voice in my mind. ‘Las, Las!’ I had forgotten the twins. It has been so long since they spoke to my mind. Often do they do this with each other and sometimes with those close to them. I break the kiss and lift my head. Both Elladan and Elrohir are gazing at us.

“Do not wait upon nightfall, Las. Go now.” Says Elladan.

“We will stay and tend the fire and make sure you are not disturbed.” Adds Elrohir.

Laughing, I sweep Rowannen into my arms and carry her into the tent.
“Legolas,” she manages to breathe before I claim her lips again. “ Tis, only the middle of the day, the twins will know what we do.”

I kiss her gently and then smile. “And if we waited till nightfall, do you think they would not know that we would come together in the darkness? Do not worry about Dan and Ro, there is no-one in all of Arda who knows more of loving than they do.
Perhaps it is their twin bond, but they have a knowledge that surpasses understanding.”

My fingers pull at the ribbons lacing her tunic, unravel the ties, part the soft fabric and now I have her breasts beneath my touch, the colour of soft cream, they are jutting into my hands, those raspberry nipples harden under my gaze, and I stroke my fingertips around them and I bend to kiss her neck and travel lower with my tongue, until I have their sweetness in my mouth. They lengthen as I suck, this is bliss!

Ah….. well practised at restraint are you Legolas? I think to myself. What of this now! I tear my lips away with difficulty and lift my tunic over my head and cast it down. I strip the leggings from my body and am naked before her, erect and ready. She shudders with desire and draws me to her and we sink down into the soft blankets she has already laid on the floor.

I lift her skirt and trace my hand past her knee, further up her thighs, and my fingers flicker closer between them. Is she ready? I want her to be ready now! My mouth finds her breasts again. This I know makes her juices flow. My erection presses between her legs and I move to enter her soft velvet sweetness. Her legs part for me, compliant and inviting. She is ready. She moans as I penetrate and her breath comes in short ecstatic gasps as I move deeper.

“Amin mela lle.” she says to me. She is learning. Oh I love her too, how I love her! I need her. I cannot hold myself back, never has this happened before, not even when I gained my majority and was loving for the first time, even then I had some semblance of control.

“Rowannen.” I gasp “Let me have you, I cannot wait, let me come and I will pleasure you after!”

“Legolas, Legolas, I will deny you nothing.” She whispers into my ear, her very breath against the tip of it, is almost enough to undo me. She shivers around me as I drive into her sweet body. I am beyond reason already. Her flesh opens and clasps me tight, as I thrust into those secret depths. I ache, I delve deeper. I need her. Aiiy! This is beyond compare. What does she do to me? So deep! This is her. This is me. Yes! She is everything to me . I can feel my release sweeping upward, onward, from the very depths of my being and I shudder and thrust and then give her my all. All I have to give sprays out of me. My body is telling her how much I have missed her. How much I love her. She holds me close as I tremble and sink down into her embrace.