Lim Aear

Author’s Note: Thank you Tadriendra, Jennifer and Elaine for your reviews! Tadriendra, I checked out the word you suggested at several dictionaries in the university library, and 4 out of 5 accepted it as a correct word. *shrugs* I am a little confused about it too! :-P This is the long chapter I promised! Enjoy!

Disclaimer: See Chapter 1.

italics: thoughts

WARNING: Mature content!


Chapter 19


Eating was a hard thing to concentrate on for Elaine after Legolas’ return. When Belwen had brought her to the kitchens and placed the plate of food in front of her, the delicious scent made her realize she was actually very hungry. But in the end, she had managed to stuff a few bites in her stomach and was content to push the rest of her food around the plate, leaning on her hand and gazing somewhere in the distance thoughtfully. Belwen had already left her to visit Adanoth and Elaine could not blame her. She longed to be back in Legolas’ arms too, but she was unsure of how to approach him. Her declaration of love was an act of total spontaneity: she was so relieved to see him in one piece, that she had just blurted out the first thought that came to her mind. Not that it was untrue… But she was more hesitant now that they would be finally left alone. Would they have the terrible talk of “whys” and “hows” and “what they should dos” that she hated most in relationships? And did they even HAVE a relationship? And of what kind? Would he treat her differently after her behavior the last time they had talked? He had said he loved her too… Did that mean everything was fine between them?

Elaine sighed and dropped her fork. She really hoped so. She’d had enough drama in the past few days. She could do with a normal night for a change.

Normal, she thought and snorted. In a God-knows-where-it-ends cave snuggling against an elf Prince. Waaaaaaaaay normal!

She bit her lip. Would Legolas be back from the healers? Would he be waiting for her? Would he stay with her tonight…?

Her heart made a flip at that, the butterflies in her stomach returning. She felt her skin flushing as the memory of what had happened in the cave returned to her.

She got up and thanked the kitchen staff for her late meal. They smiled and nodded their heads gracefully, one of them giving her directions about how to reach her talan. She blushed and mumbling a quick ‘thank you’, she disappeared to the direction pointed out to her.

Did EVERYONE in the Golden Wood know about her horrible sense of direction??

It only took her a couple of tries and circles to finally find the familiar bridge and set of steps that lead to her talan and she let out a sigh of relief upon reaching it. She brought her hand to the door handle but stopped mid-action to control the suddenly increased beating of her heart at the thought that entered her mind: was Legolas inside?

She slowly reached for the handle and pushed the door open, waiting for her eyes to adjust to the dim lighting of the room before she closed it behind her. She took a few steps towards the candle light coming from the small room used as a bathroom, but froze at the sight that greeted her.

Legolas was in the bath tub with his head leaning back on the tube’s edge, his eyes closed. His muscular arms were resting on the tube’s sides, his upper left arm now covered in a bandage. Elaine’s breath caught in her lungs as she realized Legolas was actually naked in front of her and she couldn’t stop staring. A familiar burning confirmed that it was the most erotic and sensual sight to ever be witnessed by her eyes.

“Would you like to join me?”

His low voice caught her off guard. He didn’t turn to look at her but let out a sigh of contentment at the hot water relaxing his aching muscles. His keen elven hearing had picked up her approaching their talan and her moment of hesitation before entering. He wondered what thoughts were running through her mind, when he heard the once more hesitant steps of the young woman. He turned his head to face her as she kneeled next to him. He smiled. He could see the flame in his eyes reflecting in the forest green of her own.

She kept her gaze locked with Legolas’, as she picked up the sponge and ran it over his shoulders in slow movements. She finally let her eyes fall to his well-formed torso, biting her lip at the sight. It had to be a sin to be so perfect. She continued to his arms, careful not to wet the bandage that covered his wound.

“You shouldn’t wet it”, she said just above a whisper trying to break the uncomfortable silence.

He never answered though. Grabbing her with no warning, he crushed his lips to hers, earning a small gasp from Elaine at his sudden movement. She closed her eyes and gave into his touch, not caring that her dress was getting wet. She melted in his strong grip, slowly caressing back his tongue, letting the waiting, regret, agony and pent-up passion of the previous days guide her movements. He finally pulled back, leaving them both breathless, but didn’t let her go. He looked into her eyes with desire and traced her now swollen lips with his thumb. He tried to gather his swirling emotions and tell her to stop, before they got too far again, when all he wanted to do was ask her to surrender to him; to finally yield and let him claim her; to give herself to him and let him give himself to her in return; but he froze at the words coming from her lips.

“I want to be your wife.”

They were so softly uttered, that he almost missed them. He searched her face confused. Had she any idea what her words truly meant?

“I want to be your wife, Legolas”, she said a little louder this time. “I don’t care how we’re going to make it or what the others will say or what will happen to us… I only know I want to be by your side.”

Her voice was slightly trembling from emotion. She felt so vulnerable after uttering those words. She now understood how Legolas must have felt at her rejection and shivered at the thought of him having changed his mind.

“Are you aware of what you’re saying?” he asked her still unable to believe that she had truly spoken those words and searched her eyes for the answer. Although he saw it clearly written for him to see, he waited for her to say it.

“For the first time in my life, I am fully aware of who I am and what I want”, she replied without hesitation and saw a ghost of a smile on Legolas’ face.

He got up slowly, pulling Elaine with him, his hair dripping over his shoulders and her already half-wet dress. She didn’t dare move, but let out an inaudible breath of relief when he finally replied:

“I would want nothing more than to be your husband.”

He finally stepped out of the tub, pulling her close to him and capturing her lips in a kiss that sealed the expression of their love for each other. His lips broke the kiss to move to her neck and Elaine let out a small moan when she felt his own desire through her clothes. Legolas sank his hands in the neck of her dress, ripping the material in half without effort, impatient to get rid of the barrier between them. She looked up at him shocked, but obeyed as he helped her step out of the pile that had gathered around her feet and moved her to walk backwards towards the bed. The feral smile on his face warned her not to voice her objections, although Elaine very much wanted him to know that this was her favorite dress.

And the thing he had just thrown over his shoulder and very close to the balcony’s edge was her favorite black lacy underwear.

Legolas pulled back for a moment to gaze at his-soon-to-be wife’s form. Elaine tried to cover herself, feeling for the first time so uncomfortable about her nudity. Never before did she care about such matters with her previous lovers. But the perfection of the being before her made her too self-conscious. Legolas’ eyes were brought back up to her face at her actions and he gently pried her arms away from covering her chest. He moved them to her sides and slowly cupped her cheek with his right hand.

“Bain aranel nín”, he whispered and gently ran his thumb over her cheek.

Elaine looked at him in confusion, almost distressed in her uncomfortable state.

“My beautiful princess”, Legolas explained when he realized he had spoken in elvish and smiled at the rosy tint that painted her cheeks.

She truly was beautiful to him. His love for her blinded him to all her human imperfections that were very noticeable to elf-kind and, if possible, he loved her even more for them. He leaned in and placed a gentle kiss on her lips, pulling Elaine closer to him when she responded by deepening their kiss and moving her arms around his neck. The thought of her having lain with other men fleetingly crossed Legolas’ mind but he didn’t dwell upon it. After all she had chosen to bind with him. She was truly his.

Elaine shuddered as she felt their skin touch for the first time and the hard muscle prodding her thigh. She complied without thought as he slowly pushed her to lie on the bed, coming down on the mattress with her. Once more, she enjoyed the feeling of his weight on her body, but this time he was not as hesitant as he was in that cave some days ago. He slowly ran his fingers from her neck to her collarbone, moving down to cup one of her breasts, his thumb teasing the sensitive point to attention. Elaine broke their kiss to let out a soft moan, which gave Legolas the opportunity to employ his lips elsewhere. Planting gentle kisses from her neck and moving southwards, he ran his tongue over a pink nipple, hearing Elaine gasp as he closed his lips over it.

She was certain he was driving her mad. Her mind could not form a coherent thought, being overrun by the tide of emotions the elf had awoken inside of her. She could only run her hands over the planes of hard muscle at his back, one hand coming up to weave itself in his golden tresses, still wet from his bath. Legolas’ right hand was paying attention to her other breast, stopping only momentarily, allowing him to flick his tongue teasingly over the nipple, watching with a smug smile the instant reaction from Elaine. My sweet Elaine, he thought breathing in her scent. Always wearing your emotions so freely for me to see. He moved back up to place a soft kiss on her lips and watch her face as his hand glided over her stomach to her belly and ever so lightly between her legs.

Elaine’s eyes snapped open as she felt his fingers gently explore her already wet folds, taking in a sharp breath when a finger touched her most sensitive spot. Legolas watched hypnotized as her eyes glazed over with lust and need, the green almost yielding to black desire. Her eyelids slowly fluttered, pearl white teeth biting her bottom lip as he slowly inserted a finger inside her.

It was too much for Elaine. Too tortuous. She had never been more aroused in her life and she was no stranger to bodily pleasure. While such experiences were enjoyable with her other lovers, they had never been so intense. Legolas made her dizzy, his scent flooding her senses, his touch making her shiver and his presence above her, blue eyes shining with desire and golden hair falling around her face, making her want to pinch herself in case it was a dream. The feelings he evoked were so strong…

Because I love him, she realized. It’s all because I love him.

When Legolas added a second finger, Elaine closed her eyes and moaned out loud. He stopped immediately and started to withdraw his fingers, thinking he had somehow caused her pain, when a hand grabbed his wrist and held it in place.

“Have I hurt you?”

Elaine opened her eyes to see his concerned face above her and shook her head.

“Don’t stop”, she said in a whisper and pulled Legolas towards her for a kiss.

After the reassurance, Legolas resumed his actions, which after a while had Elaine trembling and panting for breath. She was so caught up in her passion, that she didn’t notice Legolas sliding downwards, until she felt his lips joining her fingers.

The incomprehensible string of words that escaped her lips sounded close to “Oh my God” and “Please don’t stop”, but Legolas could not tell in his drunken state from her essence. She tasted as he had expected her to taste and he drank greedily from her honey. Breathing in her clean scent, he was teasing her bundle of nerves with his tongue, every now and then replacing his fingers with the flexible muscle in a pace that was threatening to send the young woman over the edge. While it usually took Elaine some time to reach her peak, she felt the familiar tension in her lower parts come all too quickly, her breathing now coming in short gasps. She was close, so close…

She let out a frustrated groan when his lips and fingers suddenly left her and opened her eyes to see Legolas chuckling above her amused. He had felt her walls tightening around his fingers and had withdrawn them, wanting them to reach their peak together. He had moved back up again, intending on finally joining with her, since he could no longer hold back his need, but suddenly found himself on his back. Elaine had caught him off guard and was now smiling triumphantly above him, yet still not fully recovered from her previous state.

“Two can play that game, my dear…” she purred in his ear, sending chills up his spine as her breath brushed over the sensitive tip. She moved her lips to the point, knowing the elf’s reaction, and brushed them over its leaf shape, nibbling gently at the tip.

Legolas’ grip on her waist tightened and he found his voice back with difficulty.

“What gam-… oh!”

He gasped as long fingers curled around his length and let his head fall back in abandon at her skillful touch. Elaine had intended on teasing him mercilessly for his previous torturing, but found herself drawn to the hard muscle in her hand. She had not seen anything more beautiful. It was just perfect, like everything else on him. She watched in fascination the toned muscles of his abdomen twitching at the movements of her hand and could not help but lean in to taste the pearly drop that appeared on the tip.

The elf let out a strangled moan and clutched the sheets tightly, his knuckles turning white. Oral pleasure was not unknown to him, since it was the only kind of sexual activity elves could safely indulge in without bonding themselves to each other. However, the feelings evoked by the young mortal’s ministrations were truly unknown to him. It had never felt so good. So intense. Enough to undo him right then.

“Nay, Elaine… Enough…” he managed to say gently prying her mouth away.

Elaine looked at him with confusion, suddenly finding herself on her back, letting out a gasp at the sudden movement. His strong grip had been so fast, that she had never realized how she came to be the one looking up this time.

“I cannot hold myself any longer”, he softly whispered to her and guided her legs around his waist.

Seeing Elaine nod, he slowly eased himself inside of her.

Her head fell back on the pillow and her eyes fluttered shut, a strange relief consuming her at the feeling of his length filling her. She held in her breath trying to adjust to his large size, her fingernails sinking in the flesh of his shoulders. Legolas stilled once fully embedded within her, trying to control the wave of emotions inside him.

Bliss. It was pure bliss. He had never imagined it to feel that way. Her warmth encased him in a heavenly cell, her tiny muscles stretching to accommodate him and holding him tightly inside her. He brought his head up from where he had buried it in the crook of her neck and looked in her eyes. They were one. The young woman with the now flushed skin and glazed eyes from passion, was finally his wife. He lost himself in their greenness, searching to see the love in her eyes, the confirmation that after all those thousands of years he was finally bound to his other half… Seeing her feelings for him shining brightly, he rested his forehead on her own and started moving at a slow rhythm.

She traced his face with her fingers, gliding them to his neck and pulling him closer to her. She relished in the feelings of their slow love-making, not even bothering to wonder why it was never like that with her previous lovers. There had been nothing between them but physical attraction and an urgent need for satisfaction, whereas what she was doing with Legolas was sharing their love and expressing their need of each other.

Legolas groaned. The sensations were too much for him to handle. He reached for her hands, pinning them over her head and entwining his fingers with hers, slightly raising his upper body. The new angle made Elaine moan, as he reached a place inside her she never knew existed. He slowly quickened the pace, Elaine meeting his thrusts, both eager to reach the one place where no worries about mortality, differences and such problems could reach them.

It came like lightning to her, the electricity spreading all over her body in slow waves. Her body arched and his name rolled off her tongue like a musical whisper between ragged breaths. The feeling of her muscles contracting around him was too much for Legolas and he didn’t hold it back. With a final hard thrust and a muffled cry against her neck, he let himself get lost in the bright white light that burst behind his eyes, his body shaking violently at the impact of the pleasure engulfing his being.

His awareness of his surroundings slowly returned and he realized he was still gripping her fingers tightly; they were already turning purple from lack of blood circulation. He unlaced his fingers from hers and slowly braced himself on his arms, relieving the young mortal of his weight. Elaine giggled as she moved her numb fingers slowly and feeling returned to them.

“Forgive me”, he whispered, feeling slightly embarrassed at having let his passion carry him away in such a manner.

Elaine replied by pushing his chin up and kissing him sweetly on the lips, her fingers now tracing the damp skin on the back of his neck. She pulled back and moved the golden locks away from his face, looking at him in the eyes. They stayed like that for some time, both contemplating what they had shared and what their act truly meant: they were now husband and wife. Their souls were bound for eternity. Words died on their lips as the realization of what had happened slowly settled in and Legolas simply slid out her, pulling Elaine gently in his arms, his head resting on top of her own.

There, in the comfort of each other’s arms, they let their even breathing lull each other to sleep.

The night he comes back, you will find completeness. Rest in peace…

Galadriel’s voice echoed in the blackness of her sleep and formed a peaceful smile on Elaine’s face, as she finally let herself fall in the magical land of dreams.