Celebration in Minas Tirith

A/N: A big THANK YOU to all my reviewers! I appreciate your feedback and I’m glad you have enjoyed the series! (One Night in Dunharrow, Celebration in Minas Tirith) I think I’ll take you up on that offer of a cig, Lizzi! I need one myself! ;-)

~~Return to Minas Tirith~~

Legolas tiredly made his way back to Minas Tirith with the rest of the men. They were nearly exhausted from their long march and still a little stunned by the destruction of The Ring and subsequent fall of Mordor.

There would be more celebrating this night and for many nights hence and he smiled at the thought. He would find her again. He had made her promise to stay behind while he marched to Mordor with the men, much to her chagrin. But he would not risk losing her now. She meant too much to him.

He had carried the memories of their lovemaking into battle, fondly recalling the intimate details of her curvy body as he lay alone at night during the long march to the Black Gate. A smile played at his lips as he recalled the sounds she would make when he slid into her and the way she wiggled against him. He could feel himself growing stiffer as he continued to run the scenes through his head and he quickened his pace toward the city.

Once he entered Minas Tirith, he quickly made his way toward the healing house where she was helping care for the wounded but she was not there. One of the other attendants told him that she had gone to her room for some rest. He debated whether or not he should disturb her and realized that she would be angrier if he did not. Besides, he wanted to feel her in his arms as quickly as possible. He had missed her terribly while he had been away.

Trying unsuccessfully to hide a grin, he hurried to her room and scratched at the door. Her sleepy voice bade him to enter and he did, pausing momentarily in the doorway to let his eyes adjust to the dim light.

Before he could make his way into the room, she was in his arms, clinging to him as she breathed his name over and over. He laughed with delight and held her close, his hands feeling the warmth of her skin through her thin sleeping tunic. As he kissed the top of her head the smell of henna rose up to meet him, reminding him of their first encounter in Dunharrow.

She pulled him inside and bolted the door behind her then turned to look at him. Slowly, she reached out and stroked his cheekbone with her fingers, tracing the outline of his strong features and the sensuous curve of his lips. Her lip quivered with suppressed emotions. She had been so afraid she would never see him again but he was here, alive and well and standing before her like some armor clad warrior of old.

Her heart flipped in her chest at the sight of him and she knew she would not be able to contain her passion for long. He looked so sexy in his dark armor with his platinum hair spilling over his shoulders. She reached out to slowly twist a strand of his soft hair around her finger as her eyes took in every inch of his lithe form.

He gently took her hand and turned it over, exposing the inside of her wrist to his tender kiss. She shivered at the sensation and he continued to kiss his way up her arm, his glittering gray eyes never leaving hers. Her nipples grew hard as his soft lips continued to caress her trembling skin.

With one hand, he cupped the back of her head and pulled her close, crushing her against his breastplate as he tipped her head over to tantalizingly kiss and lick her soft neck. Her entire body was now quivering with anticipation and she squirmed against him, pinned against his unyielding armor.

“I missed you terribly,” he breathed against her neck, clenching his hand in her thick loose hair.

A soft moan escaped her at his words and she clung desperately to him as he slowly continued to kiss his way up her throat toward her parted lips.

His hungry mouth found hers and he wrapped both arms around her, one hand squeezing her firm bottom. He had feared that the outcome of the battle would be less than desirable and that they would not see each other again until the met in the Halls of Mandos. Thankfully, his dire thoughts had not come to pass and he was with her now, in the quiet dimness of her room, holding her tightly against him with his body humming with desire for her.

Her tongue found his and she began gently pulling him toward the bed. Just seeing him had sent her body into a raging state of longing and she could not wait to have him inside her again. She ached for his body to join with hers and the sooner he was in her, the better she would like it.

Between kisses and fumbling touches, they managed to remove most of his armor but several pieces were stubbornly refusing to come off. Fortunately, they had managed to remove the most important parts and she gently massaged his bulging trousers causing him to moan deep in his chest with longing.

“Please, Legolas,” she begged. “Take me now, quickly! I need you inside of me. I need to feel you filling me!”

He hesitated. He wanted to completely feel her naked body under his but they had worked each other into such a state that neither could concentrate long enough to remove all his armor.

Sensing his hesitation, she smiled and pulled away from him to sit on the edge of the bed. She spread her legs and shyly raised her nightshirt to temptingly expose her swollen lips to his eager gaze. Instantly, he was on his knees between her firm thighs, his tongue probing her secret place and finding the sensitive node of flesh there.

She squealed and tried to back away from him, wanting to feel his hardness inside of her but he grasped her legs and pulled her back to the edge of the bed so that he could continue running his tongue over her. She had hoped that the sight of her nakedness woulde hie him forget the stubborn armor and just take her before she went mad with lust but it seemed he had other ideas.

He moaned and closed his eyes, breathing in her smell and tasting deeply of her. How he had missed her during those long nights on the road to Mordor. Missed her softness, her playfulness; the sounds she made when he took her, the smell of her and the taste of her.

She writhed and cried out, pulling his flaxen hair, wanting to feel him inside of her, needing him inside of her. But he ignored her pleas to mount her - content to remain where he was between her thighs, feeling her delicate flesh respond to his teasing tongue.

The contrasting sensations of his leather wrist bracers and bare elegant hands against her soft skin made her desire him that much more. She begged him to enter her, her body aching with desire and longing for his but he stubbornly refused, continuing instead to flick his tongue against her, relentlessly driving her toward physical ecstasy.

To quiet her moans and pleas, he slipped a finger inside her amazed at how hot she was. He had certainly worked her into a state of frenzy! He grinned and continued to gently suck on her tender node as it swelled between his hungry lips. He needed to feel her come. He needed to know that he could still take her to the brink of orgasm and either push her over the edge or hold her there until he was ready to let her go.

She moaned and thrashed on the bed, her breath coming in ragged gasps as he drove her toward climax. She arched her back and nearly screamed with pleasure as he continued to probe her delicate flesh with his tongue. Her heart pounded in her chest, threatening to burst as liquid fire poured through her veins.

“Legolas!” She hissed in a low moan. “Oh, Legolas, please!” She was nearly crying as she begged him for release. “Please! Make me come!”

Her body quivered with every touch of his tongue and she felt as if she would pass out from the intensity of the pleasure he was giving her. He could feel the tension in her body as she strained toward climax but he wanted to hold her there, at the peak of pleasure, as long as possible.

But it was no longer his choice and she cried out his name as she felt the first tingle deep within her. Quickly, he stood up and dropped his trousers, pulling her bottom off the edge of the bed and sliding into her, keeping his feet on the ground for leverage.

Her writhing body stretched out before him on the bed, her nightshirt pulled up to expose one pink nipple to him. As she began to shiver with the first wave of orgasm, he watched her in fascination, her face contorted with pleasure and the red blush of passion high on her cheeks.

He moaned, feeling her contract tightly against his swollen rod and thrash uncontrollably. Gently he began to thrust himself deeper into her while she continued to convulse and call his name, riding out the waves of rapture.

It would not take long for him to climax but he did not care. As she moaned and writhed, he watched as his stiff shaft penetrated her, his eyes mere slits of pleasure with the sensation of her swollen canal clamping tightly down on him.

Steadily he thrust himself into her, holding her thighs to keep her in place. She was now gripping the edge of the bed in an effort to keep herself steady for him. He continued to watch himself slide into her until he could no longer stand the tension in his body and thrust himself deeper and deeper into her in an increasingly frantic rhythm.

He squeezed her thighs tightly as he continued to pump against her, his armor clinking in time with his thrusts. It did not take him long before he felt the warmth gng ing in his loins. He would come quickly then they could finish removing the rest of his armor and he could lay his naked body against hers for as long as they both wanted.

Legolas whined and bit his lip, feeling the rising tide of climax well up in him. She watched him intently, enjoying the myriad of emotiplayplay across his beautiful face as he drove himself into her. She couldn’t get enough of him and if they lay together, naked forever it still would not be long enough for her.

With a cry of relief, he thrust himself against her as his body shuddered with ecstasy and he spilled himself into her, hips convulsing in the ancient primal pulsation of orgasm. She watched the relief flood his features as he tipped his head back closing his eyes, his wet platinum hair sticking to his neck and falling down his back. He took a few deep breaths as his body continued to shake with the last tremors of pleasure.

Then he gasped and opened his eyes to her. She was smiling up at him and opened her arms. He bent over her and she held him tightly as she tasted herself on his tongue.

“Welcome back, my lover,” she breathed.

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