Between Friends

“A sensible woman should be guided by her head when taking a husband, and by her heart when taking a lover –“ Ninon de Lenclos

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“Legolas, I am sorry,” Annowe breathed against his chest.

Legolas stroked her wet hair soothingly. He felt a pang of guilt at doubting her. Had she wanted Haldir she certainly could have had him at any time before now. She could be foolish and selfish but he had never known her to be deliberately cruel to anyone she cared for.

“I am sorry I doubted you,” he murmured guiltily.

“Why didn’t you come to my room sooner?” She asked. “None of this would have happened. When I heard the knock I thought it was you. Where were you?”

“I was speaking to Elrond,” he answered. “I wanted a private word with him.”

She pulled back to gaze up at him curiously, not liking the sound of that.

“No more questions,” he said, leaning down to kiss her.

Eagerly, she pulled him closer as his mouth covered hers. Her knees were weak with relief and she quivered against him. Legolas held her tightly, feeling himself growing hard with desire.

“I have a threat to carry out,” he murmured into her neck.

“No!” Annowe nearly wailed and held him tighter. “Don’t! Legolas, please! He’s not worth it. Just let that hateful son of a Southron be!”

After a split second of confusion, Legolas laughed against her shoulder. “Not him. YOU!” He said, slowly kissing his way to her ear.

Before she could answer, he scooped her up in his arms and carried her over to the soft grass. Haldir watched in surprise. Certainly the prince would not take her here where anyone out walking could stumble upon them! He looked around, realizing that this part of the garden was quite secluded. Someone would have to deliberately walk back to the waterfall in order to see them and at this hour of the night it seemed highly unlikely.

Haldir was not quite sure what he should do. The honorable thing would be to slip quietly away and let them have their privacy but he was compelled to stay and see what happened. Besides, he reasoned, they were out here in public so they must want to be seen, right? He smiled at the thought and settled himself down to watch the display.

“Legolas,” Annowe murmured as he laid her down near the edge of the water. “Someone will see us!”

“I don’t care,” the elf answered, his eyes roaming over her curvaceous form. “Let them see.”

His hands pushed her tunic up over her head and he cast it aside. Annowe propped herself up on her elbows to look at him and he smiled wickedly at her.

“Let them see,” he repeated, reaching out to stroke her soft shoulder and watching as her skin dimpled at his touch.

She shivered involuntarily and her nipples grew harder. Legolas leaned over her and easily pushed her down into the grass as he ran his hand over the gentle swell of her belly, feeling her warm flesh yielding to him.

His flaxen hair fell over her as his lips met hers. She kissed him hungrily, sliding her tongue between his lips and wrapping her arms around him. He relaxed and let his body sink on to hers as his hands continued to stroke her sides.

Haldir shifted uncomfortably in his hideaway. Legolas would seemingly take his time with the nymph and Haldir was curious to see the young prince’s technique. He grinned wickedly at the thought. Perhaps he would critique him later.

Annowe moaned softly as Legolas began to kiss her neck, shoulders and chest while his hands moved lower on her body, squeezing her thighs. His mouth found one erect nipple and closed in on it as she moaned softly and arched her back under him. Slowly he suckled her, enjoying the feel of her nipple under his tongue as she gently cradled the back of his head.

He turned his attention to her other breast while his hand crept ever closer to the place between her thighs. He wanted to pleasure her and he would. She would never consider another creature once he had his way with her and she would never even think of the March Warden again, he silently vowed to himself.

“Legolas,” she hissed as his fingers slipped between her thighs, finding her wetness. He moaned against her breast when he felt how aroused she was.

Haldir watched as the prince’s head moved lower on the squirming nymph’s body. Did he know what he was doing? Haldir wondered then chuckled to himself. He would soon find out. This was going to be much more interesting than he first thought!

Annowe grasped a handful of Legolas’ silken hair as he nudged her legs apart with his shoulder. He ran his lips lightly over her belly causing her skin to quiver at his light touch. His hands never stopped moving over her aching body and Annowe panted with desire for him, her eyes slits of pleasure.

When Legolas’ tongue found her most sensitive spot she cried out and writhed in agony as Haldir watched in fascination. He had never seen anything quite like it before. Every muscle on the nymph seemed to be moving and crying out in bliss as Legolas continued to pleasure her with his tongue. Haldir swallowed and slowly adjusted his erection, his hand lingering on his aching shaft.

It was no wonder Legolas preferred the naiad to an elleth, the March Warden realized. Every fiber of her being was here and now, enjoying this act while an elleth tended to be a bit more distant and less earthy during love-making.

“Legolas,” Annowe whined softly, her body screaming with pleasure.

He moaned in response, enjoying the reaction he was causing in her. He could feel his trousers fairly bursting they had grown so tight but he ignored the sensation, concentrating only on her pleasure. But it was growing more difficult as Annowe began to softly beg him to mount her.

Slowly, he began to kiss and lick his way up her body as her greedy hands clawed to remove his tunic.

“I want to feel your skin on my skin,” she whispered, sliding her hand up his tunic as his body drew level with hers. His skin was warm to her touch and she breathed deeply of his scent, never wanting the moment to end.

He let her pull the tunic over his head and push it aside before his mouth closed over hers and she sucked on his probing tongue hungrily. She gasped as she felt his fully erect desire press into her belly as his smooth lithe body covered hers. He was filling every one of her senses with his smell, touch and taste. She felt as if she were drowning in him and gave herself completely over to the sensation. She wanted him inside of her again, filling her, claiming all her senses.

Haldir squeezed his own erection as he watched the two of them writhing in the grass. The nymph seemed to be drawing out the most sensual nature of the young prince and the March Warden felt a pang of jealousy. He wanted such a creature - one that would throw her self totally into the physical pleasure he could give with such reckless abandon. Certainly Legolas did not deserve such a passionate bedmate.

“Legolas,” Annowe breathed between hungry kisses to his neck. “Oh, you make me crazy.”

“Good,” he murmured against her breast, again moving lower on her body.

She squirmed and whined, knowing what he would do to her, wanting it and not wanting it. She wanted to feel his hard shaft penetrating her, filling her but his teasing tongue sent liquid fire through her veins. Her body screamed for release but Legolas refused to send her over the edge.

“Please,” she whined. “Please come into me.”

Haldir shivered at her words and squeezed himself tighter at the thought. He would come into her. He would give it to her; he would drive her over the edge and relish the feeling of her undulating body thrashing under him as he rode her to climax. He moaned and bit his bottom lip as he continued to stroke himself, watching the scene before him and imagining it was he entering her eager body and stifling her cries of pleasure with his hungry mouth.

Legolas stopped to tenderly suckle one breast while his hands quickly removed his trousers. Annowe saw what he was doing and twisted wildly under him, trying to slide him between her legs.

“Yes, Legolas, please. My body aches for you,” she begged, her fingers digging into his shoulders trying to pull him up on her body. She needed him to quench the longing he had stirred in her.

Reluctantly he slid his throbbing shaft into her quivering body to quiet her pleas and take the edge off of her desire. She cried out softly as she felt his hardness slide deeply into her and Legolas moaned in response but he had not quite finished with her.

Haldir closed his eyes against the sight of Legolas’ tight bottom thrusting slowly against Annowe. It should be him pleasuring her. Legolas did not have enough experience to know how to leave the nymph begging for more. But he could not close his ears to her soft cries and Legolas’ passionate moans. He swallowed hard and increased his own rhythm, imagining his stiff rod was buried in the nymph and she was moaning for him. Yes, she was moaning for him; she was begging him for release. He moaned softly.

Suddenly his eyes flew open as she gave a particularly loud cry and Haldir saw that Legolas had slid down her body and was again pleasuring her with his tongue. The prince grinned wickedly between her parted thighs.

“Shhh! Not so loud,” he laughed quietly. “I don’t want Elrond thinking he’s been invaded!”

“Then stop that!” She gasped. “Stop or I’ll die right here on the spot!”

Legolas laughed again and flicked his tongue teasingly over her. “No, you won’t. I won’t let you.”

Her answer turned to a quiet cry as Legolas’ hungry lips closed in on her most sensitive flesh and she arched her back twisting in agony as he sucked the delicate tissue.

Haldir groaned at the sight. Legolas’ grinning face between the parted thighs of the writhing naiad, her body contorted in exquisite pleasure as his eager mouth closed over her, driving her to climax. The picture would be burned into the March Warden’s mind for a very long time.

After drinking his fill of her, Legolas again slowly made his way up her quivering body, kissing her soft flesh along the way. He smiled in satisfaction as her body rose to meet his eager lips. She craved him and her body was responding exquisitely to his every touch.

When he finally slid into her again, he gasped in awe at her heat and wetness. She seemed even tighter than the first time he had entered her. She was truly a magnificent bedmate and he relished their physical contact.

“Oh, Legolas, yes! Yes!” She breathed in relief as he filled her.

“Annowe,” he moaned, his body shaking with restraint. “Oh, Annowe, I can’t get enough of you.”

Just seeing her reaction to his touch was nearly enough to drive him to climax let alone being inside of her as she writhed and begged under him.

Haldir moaned as he felt himself racing toward climax. He could not shake the image of the prince between the naiad’s thighs and he squeezed his aching shaft and increased his rhythm as he played the scene over in his head.

“You fill me, Legolas. I love the way you feel inside of me, filling me!” She breathed as he began to slowly push against her.

Hungry lips kissed his neck and shoulders as she wrapped her legs around his waist and raked her nails lightly over his back. Legolas shivered and moaned against her.

“Come for me, Annowe,” he whispered urgently, increasing his pace. “I want to feel you come.”

He could hear her ragged breath against his neck and he continued to urge her toward climax, wanting to push her over the edge. He nipped her neck and thrust himself deeper into her relishing her cries of pleasure as he drove her closer to the brink.

“Harder, Legolas, harder!” She panted, hands tightly gripping his shoulders.

The grinning prince obeyed, ramming his shaft into her willing body while Haldir watched enviously. It should be his hips slamming against her; it should be his aching shaft buried deeply in her wetness; it should be his name she called when she came. He could feel his own orgasm welling up in him and he closed his eyes as he listened to her moans. When the first wave hit him, the March Warden bit his own palm to stifle his cry of relief as his body spurted forth its desire.

“Oh, yes, Legolas!” She whimpered, feeling the first stirrings deep inside her. “Don’t stop, please!”

He increased his pace, frantically thrusting his swollen shaft deeper and deeper into her as she began to twitch and shudder.

“Yes, Annowe, come,” he urged, feeling her body tense under him.

“Legolas!” She cried, arching her back and convulsing in pleasure as her orgasm ripped through her. Her hips thrust forward and she clawed frantically at him in an effort to keep him buried deep inside of her while her teeth sank into his shoulder.

Legolas moaned as he felt her contract around his aching member. Soon he would join her in ecstasy. He continued to thrust against her even as her contractions slowly weakened and her body shook with exertion under him.

With the first tingle in his loins, he gasped and clutched her body to him, never lessening his pace. Suddenly, he stopped thrusting and his body seemed frozen for a split second before he gave a low cry and thrashed against her while his hot liquid filled her. Legolas felt as if he would come out of his skin and he clung to Annowe desperately, needing to feel her body under his. She held him tightly as his body was wracked with spasms of pleasure.

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