A Rose By Any Other Name
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Category:
-Multi-Age › General
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
29
Views:
5,766
Reviews:
142
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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I do not own the Lord of the Rings (and associated) book series, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Chapter Seventeen
A.N. Once again, just a general thank you SO much to those who responded to the fic.
And for those of you flamed me… Thank you for the laugh! I haven’t laughed that hard in quite a long time! Especially you Anon. You are so pathetic. Though I don’t understand, since you complimented my fic once, why you are trashing it now. In fact, here’s the review you put out.
Anon 2004-01-14 id # 113055
"Aquiest your Request" Is that from Pirates of the Carribean??? I personally love that movie. Your "Lemon" was not so sour. I certainly have writen worse and read worse. I think you handled it quite well. And as for Aragon giving his blessin, well damn he should since he himself is holding the heart of one fair elvish princess. This fic is getting better and better. Please send more my way SB
Though it doesn’t matter. Well, I’m still laughing. I’m thinking about compiling all your ridiculously stupid flames and misting then. Then all my fans/friends can get a laugh out of it too! I know you don’t like this fic, but then it’s a good thing I don’t write it for you.
I write this fic for Bekki; AzureDragoness; Elerrina Rose; kirameki; satiana; Risika; DragonEyeZ; Cait; Sister Kitty; kaitlyn; runnerbeast; Drucilynda; jw; Serenityblack2000; Cindy; erikazois13; NightStrider; Drea; xoulblade; tlstroud; yue; Erika; Tal; squeaks; And many many MANY more people who haven’t reviewed on this sight.
I write for them, and I appreciate every single one of them, and will KEEP writing for them. So keep your hurtful opinions to yourself, because they don’t do anything to me but give me a stomachache from laughing so hard before I erase them from my review board. So you go ahead and post with your little friends on that message board or online diary or whatever. I don’t care and I’m not bothered in the least. You don’t like it? You now know, you’ve now have been warned, don’t read it. But if you choose to and don’t like it… don’t tell me about it unless you have something constructive and non hurtful to say, cause… you just crack me up.
For the rest of my beloved reviewers. You heard what I said. I do this for you and I thank you so much for all your reviews. I read them all carefully and lovingly and they give me the strength and inspiration I need to keep this going. I love you all so much. Thank you again. And keep kicking me when I don’t post much! It really does help. *Grins @ everyone* Here… you can and your keyboards… and screens *winks @ sister kitty* … back. Enjoy people! And keep up the reviews!
~~~A Rose By Any Other Name~~~
Chapter Seventeen
Legolas couldn’t meet her eyes or stop his body from twitching just slightly as she rubbed him gently. His breathing was a little gaspy and his voice when he spoke was husky. “I… I don’t want to hurt you. You’re still injured.”
Ascadholiel smiled, loving the effect she had on him, upping the ante a little as her hand slipped inside his clothes to grasp his hard, hot flesh making him gasp again and shut his eyes at the feel. “You just have to be a little more gentle with me love, and that won’t be a problem I think. You’re always so genwithwith me anyway. I love you.” She whispered, kissing his stubborn chin gently.
Legolas opened eyes half glazed with passion and grabbed her wrist gently, stilling her movements. “Daro.” (Stop.)
The command was quiet but Ascadholiel cocked and eyebrow anyway. “*What is it Legolas? Did I do something wrong?*”
Legolas shook his head and took a deep breath to steady himself, then answered in the same way. “*No, you did nothing wrong. You inflame my senses, set my passions to burn deep within me. Your ministrations would have me spent tool early, for I would spend that passion deep inside your beloved body.*”
Ascadholiel grinned at his poetic words, then answered in common. “Like that did ya?”
Legolas grinned as well, placing his forehead against her and looking with laughter and joy-filled eyes into her own. “Immensely amelamin.”
Ascadholiel giggled and wrapped her good arm around Legolas as they kissed passionately, her other hand rising up and tangling in his flaxen hair.
Legolas broke the kiss, pulling her up off the bed gently so that they stood before each other. Smiling at her, he reached for the braids in her hair, gently unweaving them and laying the flowers aside on the bedside table.
While he was doing this, Ascadholiel reached for the ties of his clothing and deftly began to unwrap this prize that was her lover. They both finished at about the same time, then switched off, Ascadholiel unbraiding the elf’s hair while Legolas disrobed his wife.
When they were both naked they took the time to admire each other’s forms, having only seen each other like this in the dark mines of Moria.
Ascadholiel was the first to break the silence. She stepped forward, Legolas gently laying his hands on her shoulders, ever mindful of her wounds. She smiled, almost shyly, though not quite, and trailed a finger down his long, throbbing, passion-enflamed flesh as it jutted out from between his muscled legs, admiring the way his whole body quivered and the way he sucked in his breath and hissed a little. “I thought you felt larger than you looked. Must have been a trick of the firelight before.” She ran her fingertip along the slightly weeping slit and he quivered again.
Legolas pulled her tightly into his arms. “Imp.”
They were both acutely aware of all the places their naked bodies touched. Legolas’ throbbing flesh pressed against her abdomen, their legs pressed together and intertwined, their arms around each other and her breasts pressed against his smooth chest, her peaked nipples pressing against his skin making them both moan.
Legolas ran his hands up along her arms, still careful of the bandages, sweeping her hair off her shoulders before traveling to tenderly cup her face. He kissed her tenderly, deepening the kiss, his tongue sparing with hers, her palms caressing the smooth planes of his entire back, his silken hair brushing against her hands when they reached his defined shoulder blades.
Las bas broke the kiss, moving his head down and lipping her neck as he moved lower, his hands trailing down to her waist.
Ascadholiel sighed and let her head fall back to give him more access.
Legolas moved his hands higher, to her mid back to hold her more firmly against him. His mouth moved lower and when it reached her collarbone, he ran his tongue along it before nibbling and sucking slightly to give her a passion mark, his breath hot against her skin, his hair fal for forward and tickling her arms a little.
Ascadholiel moved one and buried it in his flaxen tresses and moved some of the locks from his left ear. She leaned her head down as Legolas continued to lavish attention on her collarbone, and ran her tongue gently along the rim of his delicately pointed ear, pausing when she reached the tip to blow on it before taking it into her mouth gently, knowing how sensitive the flesh was.
Legolas moaned deeply, a sound she had not quite had the pleasure of hearing before because of the necessity to keep quiet in the mines. His own mouth went slack, his breath puffing out against her skin, his eyes rolling back a little as she sucked and nipped at the sensitive skin.
Ascadholiel savored the tremors that ran through his lithe body. She licked down the shell of his ear again and pulled him away, both hands tangled in his hair now.
The elf was still a little dazed, his eyes dark with passion and need as she pressed her lips against his in a fierce kiss. They both moaned into the kiss again as she pulled him slowly back towards the bed, her heart so full of love and passion for this beloved elf in front of her, she was nearly crying.
When the back of Asca’s legs touched the bed, she let herself fall back onto it, pulling Legolas down with her, knowing that he would have enough mind not to land on her wounds.
Legolas did indeed catch himself on his hands and gently lowered himself onto her, their lips never parting once. His unbound, silken blonde hair fell around them like a veil.
They broke the kiss, panting a little. Ascadholiel smiled, once again awed by the sight before as she looked up into her beloved’s face, seeing nothing else through the curtain of his hair. She reached her hands up and ran her fingers through his hair before tracing his features. Her fingers wandered over his brow, then to his eyebrows, then over his eyelids, which he closed only so she could run her fingers over them, opening them again when said fingers moved on to a different feature.
Ascadholiel smiled brightly when she reached his kiss-bruised lips, knowing her must look much the same. She cupped his face then finished the exploration with a kiss to his smooth, hairless chin.
Legolas chuckled and tilted his face down slightly, capturing her lips again. Slowly they shifted themselves again until they were laying correctly on the bed again with their heads up by the pillows. Legolas smiled yet again, giving his wife a steamy, lustok aok as he moved back down her body. His blue eyes saddened a little when he came across her bandages again.
Ascadholiel saw this and ran her hands gently over his head in her way of soothing him without words.
Legolas smiled at her reassuringly and took his time kissing the skin all around her bandages before moving on to the far more sensitive skin of her nipples, which were already hard with her great desire for him.
Ascadholiel gasped and arched her back a little, her hands now tangling tightly in his hair as he drew the hard nub into his mouth.
The elf moaned a little himself at her reaction to his ministrations, and began nibbling on the flesh a little, savoring the sounds and tiny squeaks this drew from the back of her throat.
Asca let out a choked sound as Legolas moved on to other nipple, giving the same treatment to it. Finally she tugged on his hair and gasped out, “Now! Now love! I need you! I want to feel you deep inside me.”
Legolas smirked and looked up, about to tease her and make her wait as he kept on what he was doing, but then he saw the look in her eyes and instantly knew that this was not the time. After all she had been through recently and the news that night as well, it would be cruel to continue on like this at this time.
Right now, they both needed just to relax in each other, to feel reassured that the other is still there. This was after all, the first night he would be able to turn all of his senses to her and not have to listen or feel for danger around them.
Legolas smiled lovingly anddeddded, settling his slim hips between her willingly and eagerly spread thighs. His left arm he wrapped gently around her shoulders so that her head rested on his forearm. With his other hand, he caressed her left forearm gently until he reached her hand, bringing it up to rest beside her head where he threaded their fingers and squeezed gently.
This comfortable position placed their faces only a few inches apart their breaths mingling together. His voice was soft and full of his love as well as his need. “Tell me if I hurt you melme. I have no wish to stress your wounds.”
Ascadholiel nodded and smiled at him, squeezing his hips with her thighs a little.
Legolas smiled back, a light which always filled his eyes when he looked at her, brightening a little. “I will be gentle melme.” And with no more words, he gently and smoothly pushed his hips forward, moaning with her and shutting his eyes briefly as his hardness slipped easily into her. She was already so wet and ready for him that he didn’t even need to pause, and just smoothly moved back out.
Ascadholiel squeezed her muscles around him, as he pushed in again, making him gasp.
Legolas opened his eyes again and looked back down into her face as he built a gentle rhythm. There was nothing hurried or fast about this as the took pleasure in each other’s bodies and souls, their minds touching as they reinforced their already solid bond. The simple act of their bodies and hearts moving together, his body moving hers with his gentle thrusts, stroked their passions perfectly.
Their breaths huffed out gently and in sync with every move. Finally Ascadholiel reached a hand in between them, his other still in the elf’s grasp, and found one of his tiny nipples, pinching it suddenly between her fingers.
Legolas’ eyes shot wide and he tossed his head back, his blonde hair flying, his hips thrusting sharply forward as the pleasure arched through him.
Ascadholiel gave a small cry and Legolas’ shot back down to hers. “Oh Valar! Ascadholiel! I’m so sorry! Did I hurt you beloved?” His voice was both panicked and mournful at the same time.
Ascadholiel reached her hand up behind his head and pulled him down, kissing him passionately. She shook her head as she broke the kiss. “No. No melme. It felt good. Please… do it again.”
Legolas smiled and suddenly thrust his hips forward, making her gasp again.
“Yes! Like that! I love you so much my Legolas!”
“And I you.” And so he kissed her again, thrusting deeply into her again, swallowing her cry in his mouth. He groaned as he sped his pace, coherent thought leaving both of them as their passions took over.
Ascadholiel gripped his hand and his shoulder as they rode the waves of ecstasy not caring who heard them as they cried out their love to the stars. Love surrounded and exploded in and around them. Tears of absolute joy and peace fell from Ascadholiel’s closed eyes as she choked and arched her back, her breasts pressing and rubbing against Legolas’ chest with the movement of their bodies. She called out her beloved’s name loud and long as her orgasm took her, making her whole body quiver and her passage clench and unclench around him.
Legolas groaned and thrust a few more times before spilling his seed deep in his wife’s womb. He collapsed partly on her, still aware of her injuries. He smiled down at her, and then frowned a little, seeing her closed eyes and the tears on her cheeks. He reached a slightly shaking hand to her face and wiped her tears. His voice was soft, but also a bit scratchy from his passions. “Melethron, what is the matter? Why do you weep?”
Ascadholiel opened her eyes and smiled at him. “I weep because I love you so much, it hurts. My heart feels so full, and I’m so very happy.”
Legolas smiled in full understanding. They wrapped their arms around each other and stayed like that for a time. Finally, Legolas let his sated flesh slip from her slick passage. He kissed her lovingly, breathing in her intoxicating scent. “What do you say my love, to your first truly relaxing, and proper bath in our world. I for one, have no wish to sleep with sweat slicking my skin, no matter how blissful it was to reach such a state.”
Legolas kissed her again, after saying this, and sat up, his skin indeed shining a little with the moisture and his hair sticking to his skin where it touched.
Ascadholiel smiled and tilted her head a little. “Oh I don’t know. I think the ‘just-thoroughly-sexed’ look, looks quite good on you.” She chuckled a little as he cocked an eyebrow at her, and she went on. “But none the less my beloved, you are speaking my language. A hot bath in a peaceful place, with your company sounds marvelous.”
And so, the human woman accepted his help to her feet once he stood from the bed. She took a moment though, to simply wrap her arms around him and lay her ear against his chest, closing her eyes and sighing when he returned the embrace, not caring at all about the slickness of their skin.
They pulled back and Legolas fingered one of the damp edges of her bandages. “We will have to change these as well.”
Ascadholiel groaned and whined a little, and Legolas smiled, one hand smoothing the hair back from her face and trailing to caress the back of her neck gently as he gently answered her complaint.
“Do not worry. We will not have to go to the healer’s talan to do so, though I know that Celegirin would not mind your company again. I can change the bandages myself after our bath.”
Ascadholiel smiled at that and let him lead her into an adjoining room. Her eyes widened and she gasped as it turned out to be a huge bathing chamber. There were not walls per-say, but the thick leaves of the trees blocked all else outside the room from view. She looked up and saw that the same could be said for the ceiling, though there were elaborately carved, arched structures bordering the hole in the “ceiling”. There were areas where the leaves parted where she had a full view of the stars and the bright moon, which was the only light besides the glow that was in the forest all the time, and more than enough.
And there, in the center of the floor, was a sunken pool that even had other plants and flowers growing around it, making it look natural. A breeze flew through the room making the leaves all around rustle.
Ascadholiel shivered a little and Legolas wrapped his arm around her shoulder smiling as she shut her eyes, not in response to his touch this time, but in response to the sounds of nature all around them.
Legolas knew this and it made him smile wider. He leaned down so his lips were next to her ear and whispered, “You like it?”
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A.N.: There you go peeps! Sorry for the short chapter, but I’m working on the other one now. If you’re into Anime, check out my Fushigi Yuugi fic. And yes… that one is a DEFFINATE Mary-Sue, in every way, shape, and form… but still a good one and filled with lots of mush! It’s called, An American Miko. Once again… flames will be laughed at and misted. ^^ Much loves everyone! Namaarie!
~Celesta Hellewise Harman
And for those of you flamed me… Thank you for the laugh! I haven’t laughed that hard in quite a long time! Especially you Anon. You are so pathetic. Though I don’t understand, since you complimented my fic once, why you are trashing it now. In fact, here’s the review you put out.
Anon 2004-01-14 id # 113055
"Aquiest your Request" Is that from Pirates of the Carribean??? I personally love that movie. Your "Lemon" was not so sour. I certainly have writen worse and read worse. I think you handled it quite well. And as for Aragon giving his blessin, well damn he should since he himself is holding the heart of one fair elvish princess. This fic is getting better and better. Please send more my way SB
Though it doesn’t matter. Well, I’m still laughing. I’m thinking about compiling all your ridiculously stupid flames and misting then. Then all my fans/friends can get a laugh out of it too! I know you don’t like this fic, but then it’s a good thing I don’t write it for you.
I write this fic for Bekki; AzureDragoness; Elerrina Rose; kirameki; satiana; Risika; DragonEyeZ; Cait; Sister Kitty; kaitlyn; runnerbeast; Drucilynda; jw; Serenityblack2000; Cindy; erikazois13; NightStrider; Drea; xoulblade; tlstroud; yue; Erika; Tal; squeaks; And many many MANY more people who haven’t reviewed on this sight.
I write for them, and I appreciate every single one of them, and will KEEP writing for them. So keep your hurtful opinions to yourself, because they don’t do anything to me but give me a stomachache from laughing so hard before I erase them from my review board. So you go ahead and post with your little friends on that message board or online diary or whatever. I don’t care and I’m not bothered in the least. You don’t like it? You now know, you’ve now have been warned, don’t read it. But if you choose to and don’t like it… don’t tell me about it unless you have something constructive and non hurtful to say, cause… you just crack me up.
For the rest of my beloved reviewers. You heard what I said. I do this for you and I thank you so much for all your reviews. I read them all carefully and lovingly and they give me the strength and inspiration I need to keep this going. I love you all so much. Thank you again. And keep kicking me when I don’t post much! It really does help. *Grins @ everyone* Here… you can and your keyboards… and screens *winks @ sister kitty* … back. Enjoy people! And keep up the reviews!
~~~A Rose By Any Other Name~~~
Chapter Seventeen
Legolas couldn’t meet her eyes or stop his body from twitching just slightly as she rubbed him gently. His breathing was a little gaspy and his voice when he spoke was husky. “I… I don’t want to hurt you. You’re still injured.”
Ascadholiel smiled, loving the effect she had on him, upping the ante a little as her hand slipped inside his clothes to grasp his hard, hot flesh making him gasp again and shut his eyes at the feel. “You just have to be a little more gentle with me love, and that won’t be a problem I think. You’re always so genwithwith me anyway. I love you.” She whispered, kissing his stubborn chin gently.
Legolas opened eyes half glazed with passion and grabbed her wrist gently, stilling her movements. “Daro.” (Stop.)
The command was quiet but Ascadholiel cocked and eyebrow anyway. “*What is it Legolas? Did I do something wrong?*”
Legolas shook his head and took a deep breath to steady himself, then answered in the same way. “*No, you did nothing wrong. You inflame my senses, set my passions to burn deep within me. Your ministrations would have me spent tool early, for I would spend that passion deep inside your beloved body.*”
Ascadholiel grinned at his poetic words, then answered in common. “Like that did ya?”
Legolas grinned as well, placing his forehead against her and looking with laughter and joy-filled eyes into her own. “Immensely amelamin.”
Ascadholiel giggled and wrapped her good arm around Legolas as they kissed passionately, her other hand rising up and tangling in his flaxen hair.
Legolas broke the kiss, pulling her up off the bed gently so that they stood before each other. Smiling at her, he reached for the braids in her hair, gently unweaving them and laying the flowers aside on the bedside table.
While he was doing this, Ascadholiel reached for the ties of his clothing and deftly began to unwrap this prize that was her lover. They both finished at about the same time, then switched off, Ascadholiel unbraiding the elf’s hair while Legolas disrobed his wife.
When they were both naked they took the time to admire each other’s forms, having only seen each other like this in the dark mines of Moria.
Ascadholiel was the first to break the silence. She stepped forward, Legolas gently laying his hands on her shoulders, ever mindful of her wounds. She smiled, almost shyly, though not quite, and trailed a finger down his long, throbbing, passion-enflamed flesh as it jutted out from between his muscled legs, admiring the way his whole body quivered and the way he sucked in his breath and hissed a little. “I thought you felt larger than you looked. Must have been a trick of the firelight before.” She ran her fingertip along the slightly weeping slit and he quivered again.
Legolas pulled her tightly into his arms. “Imp.”
They were both acutely aware of all the places their naked bodies touched. Legolas’ throbbing flesh pressed against her abdomen, their legs pressed together and intertwined, their arms around each other and her breasts pressed against his smooth chest, her peaked nipples pressing against his skin making them both moan.
Legolas ran his hands up along her arms, still careful of the bandages, sweeping her hair off her shoulders before traveling to tenderly cup her face. He kissed her tenderly, deepening the kiss, his tongue sparing with hers, her palms caressing the smooth planes of his entire back, his silken hair brushing against her hands when they reached his defined shoulder blades.
Las bas broke the kiss, moving his head down and lipping her neck as he moved lower, his hands trailing down to her waist.
Ascadholiel sighed and let her head fall back to give him more access.
Legolas moved his hands higher, to her mid back to hold her more firmly against him. His mouth moved lower and when it reached her collarbone, he ran his tongue along it before nibbling and sucking slightly to give her a passion mark, his breath hot against her skin, his hair fal for forward and tickling her arms a little.
Ascadholiel moved one and buried it in his flaxen tresses and moved some of the locks from his left ear. She leaned her head down as Legolas continued to lavish attention on her collarbone, and ran her tongue gently along the rim of his delicately pointed ear, pausing when she reached the tip to blow on it before taking it into her mouth gently, knowing how sensitive the flesh was.
Legolas moaned deeply, a sound she had not quite had the pleasure of hearing before because of the necessity to keep quiet in the mines. His own mouth went slack, his breath puffing out against her skin, his eyes rolling back a little as she sucked and nipped at the sensitive skin.
Ascadholiel savored the tremors that ran through his lithe body. She licked down the shell of his ear again and pulled him away, both hands tangled in his hair now.
The elf was still a little dazed, his eyes dark with passion and need as she pressed her lips against his in a fierce kiss. They both moaned into the kiss again as she pulled him slowly back towards the bed, her heart so full of love and passion for this beloved elf in front of her, she was nearly crying.
When the back of Asca’s legs touched the bed, she let herself fall back onto it, pulling Legolas down with her, knowing that he would have enough mind not to land on her wounds.
Legolas did indeed catch himself on his hands and gently lowered himself onto her, their lips never parting once. His unbound, silken blonde hair fell around them like a veil.
They broke the kiss, panting a little. Ascadholiel smiled, once again awed by the sight before as she looked up into her beloved’s face, seeing nothing else through the curtain of his hair. She reached her hands up and ran her fingers through his hair before tracing his features. Her fingers wandered over his brow, then to his eyebrows, then over his eyelids, which he closed only so she could run her fingers over them, opening them again when said fingers moved on to a different feature.
Ascadholiel smiled brightly when she reached his kiss-bruised lips, knowing her must look much the same. She cupped his face then finished the exploration with a kiss to his smooth, hairless chin.
Legolas chuckled and tilted his face down slightly, capturing her lips again. Slowly they shifted themselves again until they were laying correctly on the bed again with their heads up by the pillows. Legolas smiled yet again, giving his wife a steamy, lustok aok as he moved back down her body. His blue eyes saddened a little when he came across her bandages again.
Ascadholiel saw this and ran her hands gently over his head in her way of soothing him without words.
Legolas smiled at her reassuringly and took his time kissing the skin all around her bandages before moving on to the far more sensitive skin of her nipples, which were already hard with her great desire for him.
Ascadholiel gasped and arched her back a little, her hands now tangling tightly in his hair as he drew the hard nub into his mouth.
The elf moaned a little himself at her reaction to his ministrations, and began nibbling on the flesh a little, savoring the sounds and tiny squeaks this drew from the back of her throat.
Asca let out a choked sound as Legolas moved on to other nipple, giving the same treatment to it. Finally she tugged on his hair and gasped out, “Now! Now love! I need you! I want to feel you deep inside me.”
Legolas smirked and looked up, about to tease her and make her wait as he kept on what he was doing, but then he saw the look in her eyes and instantly knew that this was not the time. After all she had been through recently and the news that night as well, it would be cruel to continue on like this at this time.
Right now, they both needed just to relax in each other, to feel reassured that the other is still there. This was after all, the first night he would be able to turn all of his senses to her and not have to listen or feel for danger around them.
Legolas smiled lovingly anddeddded, settling his slim hips between her willingly and eagerly spread thighs. His left arm he wrapped gently around her shoulders so that her head rested on his forearm. With his other hand, he caressed her left forearm gently until he reached her hand, bringing it up to rest beside her head where he threaded their fingers and squeezed gently.
This comfortable position placed their faces only a few inches apart their breaths mingling together. His voice was soft and full of his love as well as his need. “Tell me if I hurt you melme. I have no wish to stress your wounds.”
Ascadholiel nodded and smiled at him, squeezing his hips with her thighs a little.
Legolas smiled back, a light which always filled his eyes when he looked at her, brightening a little. “I will be gentle melme.” And with no more words, he gently and smoothly pushed his hips forward, moaning with her and shutting his eyes briefly as his hardness slipped easily into her. She was already so wet and ready for him that he didn’t even need to pause, and just smoothly moved back out.
Ascadholiel squeezed her muscles around him, as he pushed in again, making him gasp.
Legolas opened his eyes again and looked back down into her face as he built a gentle rhythm. There was nothing hurried or fast about this as the took pleasure in each other’s bodies and souls, their minds touching as they reinforced their already solid bond. The simple act of their bodies and hearts moving together, his body moving hers with his gentle thrusts, stroked their passions perfectly.
Their breaths huffed out gently and in sync with every move. Finally Ascadholiel reached a hand in between them, his other still in the elf’s grasp, and found one of his tiny nipples, pinching it suddenly between her fingers.
Legolas’ eyes shot wide and he tossed his head back, his blonde hair flying, his hips thrusting sharply forward as the pleasure arched through him.
Ascadholiel gave a small cry and Legolas’ shot back down to hers. “Oh Valar! Ascadholiel! I’m so sorry! Did I hurt you beloved?” His voice was both panicked and mournful at the same time.
Ascadholiel reached her hand up behind his head and pulled him down, kissing him passionately. She shook her head as she broke the kiss. “No. No melme. It felt good. Please… do it again.”
Legolas smiled and suddenly thrust his hips forward, making her gasp again.
“Yes! Like that! I love you so much my Legolas!”
“And I you.” And so he kissed her again, thrusting deeply into her again, swallowing her cry in his mouth. He groaned as he sped his pace, coherent thought leaving both of them as their passions took over.
Ascadholiel gripped his hand and his shoulder as they rode the waves of ecstasy not caring who heard them as they cried out their love to the stars. Love surrounded and exploded in and around them. Tears of absolute joy and peace fell from Ascadholiel’s closed eyes as she choked and arched her back, her breasts pressing and rubbing against Legolas’ chest with the movement of their bodies. She called out her beloved’s name loud and long as her orgasm took her, making her whole body quiver and her passage clench and unclench around him.
Legolas groaned and thrust a few more times before spilling his seed deep in his wife’s womb. He collapsed partly on her, still aware of her injuries. He smiled down at her, and then frowned a little, seeing her closed eyes and the tears on her cheeks. He reached a slightly shaking hand to her face and wiped her tears. His voice was soft, but also a bit scratchy from his passions. “Melethron, what is the matter? Why do you weep?”
Ascadholiel opened her eyes and smiled at him. “I weep because I love you so much, it hurts. My heart feels so full, and I’m so very happy.”
Legolas smiled in full understanding. They wrapped their arms around each other and stayed like that for a time. Finally, Legolas let his sated flesh slip from her slick passage. He kissed her lovingly, breathing in her intoxicating scent. “What do you say my love, to your first truly relaxing, and proper bath in our world. I for one, have no wish to sleep with sweat slicking my skin, no matter how blissful it was to reach such a state.”
Legolas kissed her again, after saying this, and sat up, his skin indeed shining a little with the moisture and his hair sticking to his skin where it touched.
Ascadholiel smiled and tilted her head a little. “Oh I don’t know. I think the ‘just-thoroughly-sexed’ look, looks quite good on you.” She chuckled a little as he cocked an eyebrow at her, and she went on. “But none the less my beloved, you are speaking my language. A hot bath in a peaceful place, with your company sounds marvelous.”
And so, the human woman accepted his help to her feet once he stood from the bed. She took a moment though, to simply wrap her arms around him and lay her ear against his chest, closing her eyes and sighing when he returned the embrace, not caring at all about the slickness of their skin.
They pulled back and Legolas fingered one of the damp edges of her bandages. “We will have to change these as well.”
Ascadholiel groaned and whined a little, and Legolas smiled, one hand smoothing the hair back from her face and trailing to caress the back of her neck gently as he gently answered her complaint.
“Do not worry. We will not have to go to the healer’s talan to do so, though I know that Celegirin would not mind your company again. I can change the bandages myself after our bath.”
Ascadholiel smiled at that and let him lead her into an adjoining room. Her eyes widened and she gasped as it turned out to be a huge bathing chamber. There were not walls per-say, but the thick leaves of the trees blocked all else outside the room from view. She looked up and saw that the same could be said for the ceiling, though there were elaborately carved, arched structures bordering the hole in the “ceiling”. There were areas where the leaves parted where she had a full view of the stars and the bright moon, which was the only light besides the glow that was in the forest all the time, and more than enough.
And there, in the center of the floor, was a sunken pool that even had other plants and flowers growing around it, making it look natural. A breeze flew through the room making the leaves all around rustle.
Ascadholiel shivered a little and Legolas wrapped his arm around her shoulder smiling as she shut her eyes, not in response to his touch this time, but in response to the sounds of nature all around them.
Legolas knew this and it made him smile wider. He leaned down so his lips were next to her ear and whispered, “You like it?”
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A.N.: There you go peeps! Sorry for the short chapter, but I’m working on the other one now. If you’re into Anime, check out my Fushigi Yuugi fic. And yes… that one is a DEFFINATE Mary-Sue, in every way, shape, and form… but still a good one and filled with lots of mush! It’s called, An American Miko. Once again… flames will be laughed at and misted. ^^ Much loves everyone! Namaarie!
~Celesta Hellewise Harman