A Rose By Any Other Name

A.N.: Just a note really quickly so there’s no confusion. I know I’ve said it before, but for those of you who are just reading these a.n.’s for the first time, I do speak elvish, both Quenyan and Sindarin, but to avoid confusion with people who don’t and to save myself some time as well, I’ll be typing in English, but this,

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With the little * in it, will mean that they are speaking in elvish. Most likely Sindarin in fact. Anyway, on with the fic and don’t forget to review ne? and for those wonderful people who have reviewed, My thanks! I also have to say, I’m very sorry for telling you guys that this chapter would be a lemon. It was a bit long so I had to cut it down… Fuck it! Why don’t I just add the next chapter into this one as well…. That’s it!

ATTENTION! IN HONOR OF ORLANDO BLOOM’S BIRTHDAY TODAY… THE 13TH, THOUGH SOME OF YOU WILL READ THIS TOMORROW, I GIVE YOU… ON THE SPUR OF THE MOMENT… AN EXTRA LONG CHAPTER… LEMON INCLUDED!!! YYYYAAAAAAYYYYYYYYYYY!!! BTW, I realize that things are moving… VERY fast for Asca and Legolas… but that’s the way this fic is, and there is a reason it must be so soon. You’ll find out as the story develops. ^^

kirameki: Love… we DID get to see Legolas walk on the snow. Watch the first movie again. It’s brief, but there. Also, sadly, the thing is… they couldn’t have made Legolas a more prominent character than they did. He wasn’t even as much one in the books as he is already in the movie… though I truly agree with you. ^^ Thank you again for reviewing love! BTW, might I just take this chance to say… “HAPPY 27TH BIRTHDAY ORLI!!! His birthday is today, the 13th, but only for about an hour more. ^^

AzureDragoneLOL!LOL! That’s okay love! I know how it is. I enjoy your reviews immensely! Keep it up, no matter how silly! Thankies!

kaitlyn: Thankies much babe! And YES! I’ve seen it in theaters a wonderful, 23 times! IT! IS! GOOOOD!!!

Cait: LOL! It’s quite wonderful being… “Galadriel”! Very fun really! I rather like the thought that I might not be the only person out there like me. And actually, all of Asca’s horrible past, comes from bits and pieces of some of my friend’s lives… including the coffin. Thankies much again for reviewing! Keep it up mellon nin! ^^

ElfGirl: I’ve said most of my piece via e-mail, so this will be short and sweet… well, shorter really. While I thank you much for your opinions and encourage people to tell me what they think, I think the way you delivered it was a bit unjust, and it was rather hurtful. Also, I think it needed more thought. The way you attacked the character in a way, reflected on me. You “spoke” as if it was I who was unjust because it was my character. You pointed out that Boromir was only trying to protect her honor because in that type of society, it would be scandalous. Do you not think though, that the reason I made Boromir say this, was because, I knew this. I have studied Tolkien and his work, and can say more than some what would and would not be. She jumped down Boromir’s throat because what he said, at the time, he had no business saying, and because of her past she was defensive about it. Also, it is quite obvious that Legolas is honorable, as she stated in the rant. But you also have to realize that because of her past, it really was the first time she had been naked with a male, with or without others around, that she had not been touched. Well… forgive me, this was longer than I thought it would be. Thank you again for your honest opinions and I would ask for such again. But I ask you next time, to do so, constructively. Otherwise, it is hurtful, as this was. I welcome such c&c, as long as it is not a flame, or in this case, a near flame. Thank you again! ^^

And now for the good stuff!!!!

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~ A ~ A Rose by Any Other Name ~~~
Chapter Nine

Legolas forced his mind to focus on scouting ahead, instead of how much he wanted to get back to a certain, frightened, human, female. He heard the sound of dripping water a little ways off, as well as being able to smell it in the air. He was trying to think of a way that he could banish, or at least lessen Ascadholiel’s fear. He finally found the source of the water to be a good sized underground lake. “Aragorn.” He called just loud enough for the ranger to hear.

Aragorn came running lightly over and crouched down beside the blonde elf as they investigated the water.

Legolas whispered softly, reverting back to his own Sindarin tongue as he trailed his finger in the slightly, but not overly, warm water. “*Aragorn, it is fresh. A natural spring. I wish to bring Ascadholiel here for a short time. I sense no evil around here right now, or anywhere too close. I believe a nice bath will help calm her spirit.*” He saw the look on the man’s face and so looked back at him in complete seriousness and with just a hint of pleading. “*Please my friend. I want, I need, to do something to ease her. The grief she is feeling, I too am feeling, and it shakes me, painfully, to the core.*”

Aragorn sighed, but then nodded. “*Very well my friend, thoonlyonly for a short time.*”

Legolas nodded and Aragorn, having known him for so long, saw the full smile in his eyes. “*Good. I will be sure to stay alert. This will be the perfect time to do this, and maybe I can even replace some of those horrible memories she has with some good ones.*”

They stood and started their walk back to camp in silence. Once within hearing distance, Legolas realized that Ascadholiel was telling what he had already told her earlier that day of her eighth birthday. His brow creased as he realized that she was going on with the story. He put a hand on Aragorn’s shoulder to stop him from moving any closer and interrupting her story.

They were now close enough that even Aragorn could hear what was being said. He gladly halted to let them listen. He looked over and watched Legolas as the story unfolded and saw his friend’s normally calm face now awash with pure rage and protectiveness.

Legolas heard her last fears and growled out a promise that he fully meant and in a voice that Aragorn had never really heard him use. “Then there will be much blood spilt.”

Ascadholiel jerked and twisted around with wide, tear-filled glazed eyes.

Legolas was already kneeling down behind her, wrapping his arms around her and kissing the tears from her cheeks. He whispered endearments to her for a few moments before shooting a look to Aragorn, who had sat down by now, and received and answering nod. The elf pulled the girl to her feet, then took her hands in one of his, a torch in the other and began to pull her away. “Come with me melamin. I want to show you something. I think you’ll like it.”

Ready to follow him to the ends of the earth, Ascadholiel nodded and followed him, sticking close and holding his hand tightly. “Where are we going Legolas?”

Legolas smiled back at her, his smooth voice still soft and soothing. “You’ll see Melee. Aragorn knows where we’re going and he’ll tell the others.” Ascadholiel nodded then gasped as Legolas stopped and shown the firelight over the water.


Legolas took pleasure in her wonder. “Do you like it? It’s not too warm, yet not cold either. It’s very clean and should be perfect for bathing if you would like to do so. I’d be glad to call you while you do.”

Ascadholiel smiled at him and nodded, blushing a little. “A bout of cleanliness sounds like a personal request that I am more than willing to aquiest. I and, my body would greatly like that. Diola lle, Legolas.” She leaned up and kissed his smooth cheek.

Legolas smiled back down at her. “Lle creoso Melamin.” He handed her the pack that he had brought with him from Imladris, that he had snagged before they left camp. “Here. These are my bathing supplies. Soap that won’t hurt the water and the like. Feel free to use them.”

Ascadholiel smiled and took the sack. “Trust an elf to bring everything you’d need for good hygiene on a mission to save the world.”

Legolas cocked his head and looked at her. She interpreted his look well and smiled back. “I’ve heard stories from everyone else about the races here and their attributes.”

Legolas smiled again and leaned down to place a kiss on her forehead with his soft lips. “Go. I won’t look.”

Ascadholiel smiled and looked at him almost teasingly. “Why? It’s nothing you haven’t seen before.” Then she winked at him over her shoulder as she turned and to walk to the edge of the water, shedding the clothes she had been given that were a bit too big for her as well as her own that she had on under them.

Legolas had already turned away when she looked back at him once she was nude. She smiled though as she noticed that the points of his ears, which were visible were bright red. She stepped into the water and shivered in pleasure as it eased the blisters on her sore feet. She waded in a bit, carefully stepping, feeling ahead with her feet in case of any sudden drop off. She smiled again and stopped as the water reached to her ribs. She dipped the soap which she had removed from the bag at the edge of the water.

Ascadholiel mused out loud, partially to herself and partially to Legolas as she began to blissfully wash herself of the accumulated grime of the past few days. “No wonder you smell so nice all the time.”

Legolas’ smile could be heard in his voice. “How so milady?”

Ascadholiel snorted a little and threw a look over her shoulder at his back as she began to rinse. “You just want me to say out loud what you already know so you can bask in the praise.”

Legolas, still smiling let a mock-offended tone enter his voice. “You sound like you’re implying that elves are vein creatures melamin.”

Ascadholiel rolled her eyes. “Naaahh… why would I ever think something like that? Very well master elf. Aside from always smelling like the forest after a fresh summer rain, and the purely male musk coming from you naturally, you have some very sweet smelling soap. I was wondering what that part came from and I was starting to figure that it came from what you eat. Then again, that could be as well since your wonderful kisses taste something like honey and some sort of fruit. Raspberries, blackberries, perhaps strawberries, definitely apples, and I think I detected something like mangos as well.”

Legolas laughed lightly. “You asses all that from my kisses?”

Ascadholiel’s voice quieted a little. “That and so much more I remember everything about those kisses. They made me feel so light.” With that she started to sing again, hoping/knowing that Legolas wouldn’t mind.

“Down to the earth I fell, with dripping wings. Heavy things won’t fly. And the sky might catch on fire, and burn the axis of the world. That’s why, I prefer a summer sky, to the glittering and stinging in my eye.

“I, feel so light. This is all I wanna feel tonight. I, feel so light. Tonight and the rest of my life.

“Gleaming in the dark sea, I’m as light as air, floating there breathlessly. When the dream dissolves I open up my eyes. I realize that. Everything is shore to sea. Weightlessness is passing over me.”

She was slowly wading over to the shore as she was singing this.

“I, feel so light. This is all I wanna feel tonight. I, feel so light. Tonight and the rest of my life. I, feel so light. This is all I wanna feel tonight. I, feel so light. Tonight and the rest of my life.”

By now she was standing directly behind Legolas. Her voice was soft and full of emotion as she sang the next part. A part that meant something deep to both her and Legolas, and they both knew it did. A big portion because the stars and the sea meant the most in nature to the elves.

“Everything is waves and stars…”

She slowly wrapped her arms around him, crossing her scarred wrists over his heart.

“The universe is resting in my arms.”

Legolas turned around in her arms and they looked only into each other’s love-filled eyes. Ascadholiel’s voice was a little breathy as she sang on, meaning every word with her heart and letting him know.

“I feel, so light. This is all I wanna feel tonight. I feel, so light… tonight… and the rest of my life.”

She moved her arms up around his neck and beamed at him as she sang, her wet body pressed against his and getting him wet in turn, but neither of them caring.

“I, feel so light. This is all I wanna feel tonight. Iel sel so light, tonight and the rest of my life.”

Ascadholiel finished the song and laid her head against his chest, feeling so happy despite where they were right then. They stayed like that for a few moments before she whispered up to him, “Now that you’re wet, would you like to come take a bath with me?”

Legolas pressed a kiss to the top of her head, only shifting enough to tighten his arms around her. “You wouldn’t mind? A bath, as you said before, sound very desirable right now.”

Ascadholiel shook her head, but didn’t raise it from where it rested. “Please note that I wouldn’t have suggested it had I not intended to aquiest that request is you so desired. Besides, we can wash each others backs. I don’t know about you, but I have that hard to reach place right between my shoulder blades.”

Legolas chuckled, the sound resonating through his chest where her ear was pressed as the tips of his nimble fingers grazed over her said hard place to reach, which was still wet from her earlier excursion in the water.

Ascadholiel waited for a few more seconds then pulled back a little. “So lets go then. I’ll meet you in the water.” She pulled away and started to turn when he suddenly grabbed her arm and whipped her back around gently, pressing his lips almost fiercely against hers. She felt his tongue ease out and caress her lower lip. She sighed, leaning into him and gladly opened her mouth for him.

Legolas took the invite and eased his tongue passed her lips, teasing, tasting, and caressing all at the same time. He backed the kiss with all the love he had and more as they savored that time and slowly broke apart. Before their eyes had opened he pulled her back into his arms for a moment. “I could stay lost in this moment forever.”

Ascadholiel giggled a little as she pulled away again and headed back for the water, only blushing a little at the knowledge that he was now watching her. “Don’t even get me started on that song melamin.”

Legolas cocked an eyebrow as he swiftly undid the ties of his own clothes. “You know a song about that too?”

Ascadholiel nodded. “Mhm. I’ll sing it for you later. I promise.” She said as she slowly waded back out to waist deep water.

A few moments later Legolas stepped into the water, joining her. Ascadholiel blatantly stared at him, as he stood there, the water barely covering his essentials. He stood proud and strong, the firelight reflecting off the water and dancing over his slim, toned body.

Ascadholiel blinked rapidly and then held up a hand. “Two words.” She flicked up one finger at a time as she said the next. “Wet. Dream.” Then she looked down at the water and chuckled. “In more ways than one.”

Legolas let out a small laugh as he moved closer to her, also blatantly looking. “It brings joy to my heart to know that your sense of humor is back.”

Ascadholiel mocked indignation. “It’s not humor. It’s the god given truth.” She ducked down in the water a little to hide her, not-so-shapely, body. She’d never really cared about it before, though now for some reason, just for him, it matter just a little more.

Legolas, having seen what she was doing, took her by the shoulders and gently pulled her back up. He whispered to her in elvish. “*Don’t. Don’t ever feel the need to hide your body from me.*” Then he spoke in her language again. “You may not be an elf, but you’re the woman I love, and I love your body and find it very beautiful, because it houses the soul that I love more than anything.”

Ascadholiel suddenly threw herself into Legolas’ arms, laying her head down on his smooth, bare chest. She pressed herself against him and, unlike the last time they were nude together, was acutely aware of all the places their skin touched.

Legolas held her for a few minuets, reveling in the peace of the moment, knowing that it might not happen again. He whispered to her softly as his fingers caressed her skin. “Oh how fast you have stolen into my heart, melme. Only a few days ago did we meet for the first time, and yet I long now for every part of you with all of my being.”

Ascadholiel nodded against his chest as she splayed her palms against his toned, archer’s back. “I know what you mean my love. I’ve never been so happy as I am now with just the mere thought of you. I feel so safe in your arms. I never knew anything could be this perfect.”

They stayed like that for what seemed like endless moments. Finally Legolas pulled his arms away and nudged her to turn. “Turn around for me melamin. I’ll wash your back for you.”

Ascadholiel smiled and did as he bid, handing him the soap in the process. She closed her eyes and savored the feel of his gentle hands sliding over her back. His hands moved up to her shoulders and he began to kneed his thumbs into the tense muscle there. She moaned a little as he hit a sore spot and began working it out.

Legolas creased his bow a little as he noticed this. “You are so tense melamin. Is there anything I can do to help alleviate this?”

Ascadholiel shook her head. “You’re doing just fine as you are.” She turned around after a few moments and gestured for him to turn. He did and she wet down his back before smoothing the soap over the perfect skin. Or near perfect anyway. “Legolas?”

“Mm?”

“Where did you get this scar?” She ran her fingers over the wide scar on his right shoulder blade after moving his silky hair over his shoulders.

Legolas turned his head to the side so he could look at her out of the corner of his eye. “I got that a long time ago. I was only about 300 years old and still just an elfling really. My mother and I were out walking in the forest when orcs attacked us. I saw her struck down and tried to get to her. I never reached her. One of the orcs buried his ax in my back. The blade had been poisoned. I would have died with my mother had Elrond of Imladris not been traveling through Mirkwood to see my father.

“I count myself and my mother lucky however. She died quickly. Elrond’s own wife had been attacked by orcs too, but they tortured her so badly that she had no choice but to go across the sea to Valinor, leaving him and her children, or fade. But still, Elrond does great things here. No one but he himself could have healed me. He and his son’s, Aragorn’s brothers, Elladan and Elrohir, helped me and my father and sister through the loss of my mother.”

Ascadholiel smiled sadly as she continued to wash Legolas’ back. “I’m sorry for your loss. You sound like you really loved her.”

Legolas nodded, but said nothing, staring forward silently.

Ascadholiel could almost feel him withdrawing into himself. She wisely decided to change the subject subtly. “You know, the more I hear about this Lord Elrond, the more I like him. Do you really think he would teach me the healing art?”

Legolas nodded again. “Indeed. I think he would be glad to, and I think that you would be a wonderful healer.”

Ascadholiel smiled wider. “Legolas, may I wash your hair?”

“Of course.”

Ascadholiel smiled again and then reached up and tenderly released all three of Legolas’ braids. She ran her fingers through the now free-flowing hair sometimes brushing her fingers over the tips of his pointed ears making him shiver almost unnoticeably. “Dunk down and wet your hair for me.”

He did so and she admired the way the water dripped from his hair and down his back. She smiled and spoke again as she looked up at him. “We need to go into water just a little shallower so you can kneel down for me.” She playfully slapped him lightly on the shoulder. “You’re too damn tall. Shrink!”

Legolas laughed at her teasing as he turned and lead her into shallower waters. “Ah, but ‘tis the curse of elves to be so tall.”

It was Ascadholiel’s turn to laugh now as he knelt for her in the now thigh deep water. “Curse my ass! I previously thought I was tall for a female at 5’8 ½ .”

The smile could be heard in Legolas’ voice as Ascadholiel began to work the soap gently through his hair. “Well you are tall for a human woman in this world.”

“I suppose that makes me feel a little better. Okay, rinse your hair.”

Legolas dunked back under the water, the suds spreading around the surface before he popped back up facing her.

Ascadholiel looked at him, slightly startled. “How did you do that in such shallow water as tall as you are?”

Legolas chuckled as he gently wrapped his arms around her. That’s my secret. It’s magic melamin.”

Ascadholiel smiled up at him. “Magic huh? Well what other magic tricks do you know?” She didn’t give him time to answer, but stood on her toes and kissed him heatedly.

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A.N.: WARNING!!! LEMON AHEAD!!! But tastefully so I hope. ^^ Feedback people!

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~~~ A Rose by Any Other Name ~~~
Chapter Ten


Ascadholiel’s hands ran up Legolas’ slim sides to rest on his toned chest. Her fingers caressed his small nipples and one of her legs shifted so it rested between his, both without her really realizing that she was doing so.

Legolas sighed into the kiss and trailed his nimble fingertips down the length of her spine. Both of their eyes fluttered shut as they moved closer to each other and seemed to meld their souls.

Legolas’ hands slowly moved down further and his deft fingertips trailed over the round mounds of her backside before he gripped her gently, pulling her against him so that his newfound hardness was pressed between their abdomens.

Ascadholiel squeaked and pulled away a little.

Legolas blinked for a moment and then drew his hands away hurriedly, apologizing after he realized what it was he had done. “I’m sorry! I…”

Ascadholiel quickly composed herself and put a hand to his cheek to turn his face back to hers and hold it there. “No! No. Legolas, it’s okay. I wasn’t thrown into any memories. It’s fine. It just startled me is all. You’re the first one I’ve ever wanted to touch me like that. You’re the only one who has touched me like that. Not hard, not hurting, not demanding. If you want it Legolas, I will happily give all of myself to. I . I love you.”

Legolas took a deep breath as he smiled. “What can I say to that, than to offer myself to you in return. I’ve already decided Ascadholiel. I love you, and I wish to bind myself to you.”

Ascadholiel quirked and eyebrow in slight confusion. “Bind yourself to me? What do you mean?”

Legolas took both of both of her hands into his and kissed her knuckles. “It means that I want to be for you, and only for you, until the day I die. I will never need for or want another. I want to be your only as well. I will care for you and protect you always. I will take care of your pains and illnesses. I will be there to see your smile and the light in your eyes when you are happy. I… I want you to one day bare our children, children that we would make in and of love.” He said this as he ran his fingers lightly against her soft abdomen. Legolas kept his fingers there and looked deeply into her eyes as he continued. “When an elf fully binds themselves, they complete and seal it with a physical act of love.”

That’s when Legolas noticed that Ascadholiel wasn’t really breathing right, and looked about ready to faint. “Ascadholiel? Are… are you all right? Have I upset you? I’m sorry.” He swept her up out of the water and carried her to the shore, setting her down gently on one of the blankets from the pack. “Ascadholiel? Are you alright?” He asked again.

Ascadholiel looked blankly at Legolas for a moment, clearly in shock about something, then he eyes teared up and she threw her arms around him. “Legolas… oh my god! You’re talking about marriage aren’t you?!”

Legolas held her to him. “Marriage?” He was familiar with the word, but not quite certain of the meaning.

Ascadholiel pulled back enough to really look at him. “Yes. A marriage in my world is one where you swear yourself to one other person. You vow to stay with them and only them, to love and hold and cherish only them, in sickness and in health, for rich or for , ti, till death do they part, for the rest of their lives, then they consummate it with an act of love. Legolas… you just spoke marriage vows! Please tell me that’s what you meant.”

Legolas shook his head and her face crumbled. He spoke softly. “No. That’s not what I meant.”

Ascadholiel looked down and tears fell from her eyes.

Legolas gently brought her head back up and looked deeply into those misty eyes. “That isn’t what I meant, because not even death will part us. Where you go, I will follow by your side.”

Ascadholiel smiled and then tearfully spoke to him, holding both his hands again. “Then my dear Greenleaf, I vow to you as well, to never abandon you. I swear to forsake all others, in love, for only you. No other will ever turn my head and I will have eyes forever only for you. I swear to you that my heart, my soul, and my body are forever yours. I give them gladly to your safekeeping. Where you go, so too do I, weather it be in mind heart or body. I vow to follow your lead and stand by you in everything. We will share our love, our grief, our joy, and our lives, from this day forth. I love you so much. If you will have me, then take me, Greenleaf, Prince Legolas of Mirkwood, son of Thranduil, King of Mirkwood. I give to you, all myself.”

Ascadholiel was in full tears by now, when she remembered something else. “In my world, there is a tradition…” She took a ring from her thumb, which had always been a bit big for her. The ring was a simple gold band with two stones, one emerald, one jade, wrapping around each other like a yin-yang, laid into the band. On the inside was an inscription in ancient Gaelic, which she read out loud. “It says, ‘From this life, to the next’. It was passed down through the women of my family for four generations. My father, for some reason, never took it from me. It was my great grandmother’s first, then my grandmother’s, then my mother’s, and now mine. The tradition I spoke of, is an exchange of rings, or symbols of love to be worn always.” She took the ring and slipped it onto his finger, marveling at how well it fit. “It’s almost like it was made for you. Just for this moment.”

Legolas’ eyes gleamed suspiciously of tears as he brought his hand up and kissed the ring, then reached out and pulled her to him, kissing her passionately. He kissed her again and again whispering in between each as tears began to fall down his face. “I love you. I love you. Amin mela lle. Amin mela lle. Amin mela lle cuiamin.” Then he laid her gently back and made slow, sweet love to her, both of them feeling this for the f tim time, by that crystal clear lake in the dark depths of Moria.

((LEMON WARNING))

Ascadholiel stretched out on her back, looking only at the elf beside her as Legolas slowly and gently settled himself over her.

Their eyes locked and held as he slowly moved down her body, his loose wet hair trailing down her skin causing her to shiver, making her nipples harder than they already were. Ascadholiel’s breath caught in her throat as Legolas lowered his head and flicked his tongue out over one of the tight taut.

Legolas closed his eyes then as he caught the sensitive nub between his lips, working it with his tongue as his hand came up to pinch and tease the other.

Ascadholiel was squirming already under the skillful ministrations of her soon-to-be lover, and in a way, husband. She gave a small cry when he suddenly caught the sensitive nub between his teeth and nibbled on it. She opened her eyes again when she felt a gentle hand at her mouth.

Legolas was looking up at her with one finger raised to his perfect lips. He replaced the hand at her lips with his own lips, kissing her gently. He whispered to her, “As much as I love hearing your sweet voice sound out in the pleasure I bestow upon you, for now, we must be quiet.”

Ascadholiel nodded and he kissed her again, kissing down her chin, then throat, then collarbone, and then to her other nipple this time to treat it to the same experience he had the other. Still her responsive body writhed, as it never had for another, making his respond in turn. Her little squeaks and grunts were making his blood boil and his want for her soar, even with all her imperfections.

After a few more minutes of making her writhe, the elf prince could stand it no longer. He sat up and kneeled between her legs, using his gentle hands to spread them for him.

Ascadholiel tensed a little and blushed shyly, and he paused, rubbing one of her legs and her stomach gently until she relaxed again.

Legolas could tell from her scent that she was ready physically for him, and from her eyes that she was ready mentally and emotionally as well. The love shining in her eyes was so intense that it almost broke his heart with joy. He settled himself between her thighs, the head of his stiff, hot member nestled in her moist folds.

Legolas held himself still for a moment, poised at her entrance, which had previously only been entered in abuse and looked deeply into her with all of his senses, savoring this moment and encasing it in his memory, as he was sure she was doing as well.

The world around them fell away as Legolas leaned down, his hand sliding up Ascadholiel’s arms to meet hers and entwining their finger tightly beside her head, and kissed her with all the love and wonder he felt. As he was doing this he slowly, oh so slowly pushed into her still tight heat.

Legolas pushed in just a little, then pulled gently back, before pushing in a little more, then back again, working himself gently into her little by little. Once he was fully seated to the hilt he broke the kiss, gasping. He panted at the feeling, looking into her eyes as her breaths matched his. He leaned down and kissed her throat lovingly. “Gods… you feel so good. I never thought it could be like this. Amin mela lle.”

Legolas nibbled at the juncture between her neck and shoulder as he slowly pulled out until only the head of his rob was inside her, then a little quicker pushed fully back in, in one firm stroke.

They both gasped at the pleasure. Ascadholiel’s mind was reeling. She had never before felt any sort of pleasure during sex, but now… this showed her the difference between having sex and making love. Tears of joy constantly fell down her face as her arms wrapped around the tall blonde elf, her elf, holding him tightly as he thrust with slowly increasing speed deeply into her.

After a few moments she began bucking her hips against him, meeting him thrust for thrust as they climbed higher and higher. Legolas seemed made for her, just as her ring had seemed made for him. He fit into her so well and she felt so full, both physically and emotionally.

Unbeknownst to both of the lovers, a light, a blessing of the Valar, coalesced about them. Their souls jo in in the elven way of bonding and they became as one as they shared their whole beings with each other.

Ascadholiel felt the open wounds and scars in her heart, soul, and mind, heal, and Legolas found that something empty and missing that he didn’t even know was in him, was filled and was found at last.

Their passionate lovemaking seemed to last forever as they swallowed each other’s cries and moans with their lips. Finally, Ascadholiel went rigid and tossed her head, biting Legolas’ shoulder to keep from crying out loud as her channel shuddered and pulsed around the elf’s shaft.

Legolas’ eyes widened and he thrust forward into her furiously several times before he buried his face against the crook of her neck. He whispered her name in a choked voice as his passion overwhelmed him and he spilled his hot seed deep inside her more than willing womb.

((End of lemon scene ^^))

They collapsed together, both of them staying there for a few moments, both of them riding the after effects of their passion.

Ascadholiel’s were still wrapped tightly around him as she easily held his elven weight on top of her. She stroked her hands along his slick, smooth back as she lay with her eyes closed. She opened them when she felt him pick up his head a little.

Legolas looked at her with tears in his electric blue eyes.

Ascadholiel looked deep into their depths and saw the same emotion she felt in her whole being. She felt another sort of connection as well, and knew, without knowing how she knew, that their souls had truly joined and were one now. This was what she saw in her lover’s eyes. That and so much more. The realization of this made her own eyes tear up again the same as his.

Legolas smiled a little shakily at her before kissing her and putting his head back down. They stayed like that for a few more minutes before he finally shifted and pulled his sated member from her. He stood, still with the grace up his kind and held out his hand, helping her up.

No words were needed as Legolas lead Ascadholiel back into the water and they tenderly washed each other’s bodies of the sweat and excess seed still clinging to them. The touches were different now, full of such great love and understanding and gentleness. When they both stepped out, they once again helped each other dry off and dress.

The two packed everything back up again and walked back to camp, Ascadholiel still quite fearful of being din tin the earth, but both of them more sure in each other’s presence, stronger and calmer. They walked with Legolas’ arm around her his hand resting at her waist as he helped her find good footing amongst the rubble. The human woman was so happy that she nearly glowed and the darkness of Moria did not seem to affect her so much.

Gandalf and Aragorn were up for the watch as everyone else had gone to bed by now.

Legolas smiled when he saw his bedroll laid out. He kissed Ascadholiel softly and motioned to the bedroll. “I’ll be over in a moment melamin.”

Ascadholiel nodded and kissed him again with a smile. “I’ll be waiting melethron.”

Legolas smiled at the name and watched her go sit on his bedroll. He turned and walked silently over to Aragorn and Gandalf, the smile still firmly on his face.

Gandalf was the one to speak first a knowing smile threaded in his voice. “I assume from the expressions on both of your faces and your unbound warrior’s braids that your baths went well?”

Legolas smiled wider and nodded. “Well indeed Mithrandir. Far better than I had ever dreamed in fact.”

Aragorn was the one to speak up about Legolas’ added accessory. “Isn’t that Lady Ascadholiel’s ring, mellon nin?”

Legolas nodded again and held it up, his blue eyes full of pride. “It was handed down by her mothers since her great grandmother’s time. She has told me that it is very special to her. So it is that I am greatly honored by this symbol that she gifted me in honor of our bonding.”

Gandalf smiled again. “Then you have bonded. I might have known.”

Aragorn spoke then, his voice not at all harsh. “So then, you have bonded your soul to hers?”

Legolas again nodded, “And she to mine. She is my wife. I could not want for a better mate. She has become everything to me in these few days and I know not wr hor how. She is my equal in so many things. Never have I met a female of any race who is so strong in so many ways as she is. I gladly will give my immortalit her her and for her.”

Both Gandalf and Aragorn were smiling and the wizard said, “And does your bonded know this?”

Legolas’ eyes darkened a few shades. “No. I will find a better time and place to tell her than this. For now I wish this kept from her. I will tell her in time.” He looked over at her and the other two smiled wider as the joyful, sweet smile that had lit the elf’s eyes returned to his face.

Aragorn gripped his friend’s shoulder in a brotherly fashion. “Go to her. You both have my full blessings.”

“And mine as well. You have chosen well prince of Mirkwood.” Gandalf said quietly with approval.

Legolas smiled at the two. “Hannon lle.”

“Lle creoso.” They spoke back. Aragorn’s parting words were for Ascadholiel. “Give your new wife my blessing as well.”

Legolas nodded and with the soft footedness of his kind made his way around the sleeping bodies to his wife’s side.

Ascadholiel held back the blanket that she had over her lap and laid back as he climbed under them. She held out her arms for him and he sank into them, pulling the blanket up with him.

Legolas wrapped one arm around her waist, as she wrapped her arms around him, and laid his head down on her breast over her heart.

Ascadholiel closed her eyes as she ran the fingers of one hand through his drying, silky hair. She quietly sang a very short clip of another song from her world that, in her mind, fit this moment so well.

“I don’t wanna close my eyes. I don’t wanna fall asleep, cause I’d miss you babe, and I don’t wanna miss a thing. ‘Cause even when I dream of you, the sweetest dream will never do. I’d still miss you babe, and I don’t wanna miss a thing…”

Legolas smiled as she drifted off to sleep with lastlast word. He gently leaned up, and kissed her, whispering, “You will have tng ang all of thong ong for me some time melamin.”

“Mhmm…” She mumbled, her mind mostly asleep.

Legolas settled his head back where it had been, Ascadholiel’s fingers still resting gently in his hair and her other arm around her shoulders. He tightened his arm around her waist and his eyes grew vacant in elven sleep, more peaceful than he had ever had in centuries, as he listened to her steady heartbeat.

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A.N.: Yet another glorious chapter! Well… I’m sorry if it’s a Mary-sue and you guys don’t like them, but I honestly tried to make it not s much a Mary-sue… At least if i, it, it’s not a very normal one. Can you tell this topic is one of the focal points of my worries?! Lol ^^ Anyway, hopefully the next chapter will be out to you soon… but you gotta keep poking me for it okay? Anyways… love ya much! Namaarie!

~Celesta Hellewise Harman