One Night in Dunharrow

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Summary: Pretty much PWP between Legolas and a childhood friend. Takes place at the muster of Dunharrow before Gimli, Legolas and Aragorn leave for the Paths of the Dead. The lack of names is intentional.

Disclaimer - I don't own any of this and I did not make one cent from this story.

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She smiled shyly at the elf and traced the strong curve of his jaw with her fingers. Tonight she would give herself to him, completely and utterly. It was time.

Legolas watched her quietly enjoying the sensation of her soft fingertips upon his skin. He longed to feel her skin on his skin. No other female made him feel quite the way she did. She brought out his playfulness, challenged his intellect and never let him have the last word about anything but he adored her for it. She made him feel completely alive in more ways than one.

"You realize I've had sex before, don't you?" She asked softly, her fingers moving over his lips.

He held her hand and kissed each finger, his eyes never leaving hers.

"Yes, but I've tried not to think about it," he answered truthfully. It did not concern him that she had been with another man. It was in her past and it would stay there.

"It doesn't bother you?" She pressed. If he had any concerns about her past he needed to speak now.

He pursed his lips and studied her for a moment before he finally answered. "No, it does not bother me." Then he added teasingly, "you will be gentle with me, won't you?"

She pressed her lips together in an effort to suppress a smile. "No," she answered flatly.

He stood up and pulled her to her feet. "Well, then I consider myself warned," he grinned.

Giggling like an excited child, she followed him to her tent. It was small and makeshift but it was hers and they would have some privacy. They slipped inside and she tied the flap shut behind them. The dying light of the fire glowed eerily on the walls. Outside, the quiet voices of the men drifted by.

Legolas reached out for her and caught her braid in his hand. Gently, he took her braid out as she undid his braids. He ran his fingers through her thick curly hair then pulled her close, covering her eager mouth with his as he slid his other hand up the back of her tunic. He needed to touch every part of her body, to feel her skin under his hands.

Her heart was pounding in her chest and her knees shook at his touch. She had craved his caress like a starving man craves food and felt as if she would die without it. She wanted to drown in him, to kiss him forever. But he was still a virgin and she did not want to intimidate him so she would let him lead. There would be plenty of opportunities later to let her passion loose on him. His first time should be on his own terms.

He wrapped one arm around her waist fingers splayed on her lower spine as the other hand slowly crept toward her breast. He squeezed her tightly and licked her lips with a light touch. She sighed and clung to him fiercely, pressing her mouth hard to his and slipping her tongue between his lips. She knew he was going to drive her mad with desire. She had seen the look in his eyes. He wanted to drive her to the edge of madness before he took her. And she would let him.

"Legolas," she murmured pressing herself close to him, feeling his heat and his strength, which only made her body ache worse for him. She needed to feel his strong lean body against hers, to become a part of him. He was so solid and firm against her that she never wanted to step out of his arms. She nibbled on his neck as her hands ran over his back and squeezed his firm bottom. He moaned softly in his throat.

She had managed to furrow his tunic up to his shoulders in the back and he allowed her to pull it off over his head. She carelessly tossed it aside and her hands smoothed his hair back into place. His pale body shone in the moonlight and she caressed his well-muscled shoulders and kissed him lightly on the chest, noticing several scars across his torso.

He breathed in deeply and closed his eyes, enjoying the feel of her soft lips on his delicate skin. She ran her tongue over his nipple and his eyes opened as he gasped in pleasure at the sensation. He slid his hand up into the back of her hair and pulled her head back, exposing her neck and collarbone to his hungry kisses. She emitted what sounded like a low purr or growl and grasped him by the waist, thrusting his hips toward her. She could feel, with some satisfaction, that he was quite hard. He slid his other hand up the front of her tunic and continued to kiss her neck and nip at her collarbone.

Her body ached with desire for him but he seemed content to tease her. She curled her fingers into his flesh as his hand firmly cupped her breast and his thumb ran over her hard nipple. She let out a low hiss of pleasure and Legolas removed her tunic in one quick motion, exposing her naked breasts to him.

Enchanted by the sight of her womanly beauty, he stroked one breast then the other as he watched the pleasure on her face. He felt the desire for her take hold deep within him, stirring his long-sleeping passion and knew he could express this with her completely, without fear or regret. She was his and he wanted - he needed to have her.

He ran his hand over her naked skin, watching as it dimpled under his light touch. She was so very sensitive to his caress and it excited him. He wanted to touch her all over, to feel her body responding to him.

She grabbed him around the neck and kissed him deeply. He responded by slipping his tongue into her mouth as he squeezed her tightly. The feel of her naked breasts on his naked skin was nearly driving him to madness. He was uncomfortably hard but he wanted to torture her as badly as she had inadvertently tortured him over the years.

He slid his hand up to her throat and slowly tipped her head over to one side kissing her neck and murmuring softly to her. She sighed with pleasure and clawed at his shoulders. He couldn't help but smile as he ran his lips over the smooth skin of her neck. She was turning to putty in his hands and it was about time. He considered it fitting for all of the times she had, intentionally or otherwise, reminded him of his more earthly desires.

And he was enjoying indulging his earthly desires with her at this moment. Feeling her squirm under his touch as he kissed her, her body pressing close to his and her arms clinging to him. All these desires he whispered to her as his lips caressed her throat and his hands slid over her.

"Stop, oh, by the Maia, stop or I will go mad with desire!" she hissed at him, to no avail.

He continued to deliberately kiss her and lightly stroke her breast, completely ignoring her quivering and gasping.

"Do you really want me to stop?" he asked, gently, removing his hand from her breast.

"No!" she wailed. "Don't stop, but stop teasing me or I will go mad and take you with me!"

"Isn't this what you want?" he breathed into her mouth and slid his hand back up to her breast, running his thumb lightly over her nipple and covering her mouth with his.

She moaned deep in her throat. "Yes, it's what I want," she breathed between kisses, her head swimming from his touch.

"But I want more. I want all of you," she whispered hoarsely and ran one hand stealthily over the front of his trousers so there could be no mistaking her intentions.

"You will have me," he promised.

With one swift motion, he scooped her up in his arms and carried her to the bed, gently laying her on top of the blankets. He looked at her, admiring the soft curve of her body and the look of naked desire on her face.

"I want you inside me," she murmured.

He shook his head and bent over her, sliding one arm under her to raise her slightly and taking one of her firm breasts into his mouth. She cried out in pleasure and grabbed his hair, squirming under him. Back and forth he ran his tongue over her nipple and softly sucked as she moaned and quivered but he held her fast. He smiled then moved to her other breast. She was fairly crying in agony and fumbled for his trousers but he pushed her hand away.

"Not yet," he said softly as he pulled off her undergarments.

She tried to sit up but he gently pushed her back down. He wanted to look at her, to admire her curves and touch her secret places before he entered her. His fingers stroked her pubic hair and her breathing became much more rapid. Slowly, he slipped his fingers between her legs, feeling the wetness there and she moaned in agony.

"Legolas, please," she begged again, writhing under his touch.

He stepped back from the bed and for one horrifying moment she thought that he would leave her. Then he deliberately untied his trousers and let them drop to the floor. She exhaled, completely unaware that she had been holding her breath.

He was absolutely stunning standing there naked before her. His lean body glowed in the darkness of the tent and there was a touch of pink on his cheeks. His tousled hair hung over his shoulders and he was more erect than she had seen any man.

Slowly, she reached out her hand to him and he took it, allowing her to pull him to the bed.

"I cannot be gentle," he warned. "I've wanted you too badly."

A wolfish grin flickered across her face. "Good. Now get inside me before I die of agony."

Slowly, deliberately, he moved over her and she opened her legs for him. His hard muscular body pinned her to the bed, his platinum hair falling over her as he guided himself into her. She closed her eyes and moaned in pleasure.

"Oh," he whispered and thrust his hips forward to meet her slick warmth.

She cried out softly as her hips rose to meet him. He filled her completely and she never wanted him to leave.

Wanton lust had taken over his senses and he grasped her by the thighs and thrust himself deeper into her for his own satisfaction.

She arched her back and cried out with pleasure, fingers clawing his shoulder. He closed his eyes, lost in the bliss of physical ecstasy. She was like some slick writhing demon that he was trying to ride to climax and it excited him. Again he thrust himself into her and again she cried out.

He grinned with the sheer pleasure of being inside her and feeling her legs around him. This was even better than he had imagined.

"Oh, Legolas," she moaned. "You feel so good inside of me."

"Yes," he agreed in a whisper. "So good."

"You were wrong to tease me for so long, you realize that don't you?" she asked.

"It was not I who was doing the teasing," he countered between kisses and nibbles to her neck.

"Well, then you was wrong to resist for so long," she amended.

"Then let me make up for it now," he murmured.

He thrust hard against her, driving himself deeper into her and shivering with pleasure.

"Legolas," she exhaled in a low moan. "Oh, yes, Legolas, hard like that."

"Like that do you?" he whispered into her ear and thrust his hips forward into her again.

He was enjoying her gasps of pleasure as he thrust himself deep into her. He wouldn't be able to take much more of this, that much was certain.

"Oh, yes. Like that. Mmmm." She writhed and moaned under him.

His breath was coming in short gasps and he buried his face into her neck. They had become slick with sweat and his body moved easily over her as she clung desperately to him.

"Legolas," she whined as she arched her back under him. He moaned in response.

She began repeating his name over and over in a low gasping moan. He turned his head so that he could see her face. Her eyes were as green as an emerald and half closed in bliss.

"I'm almost there," she whispered.

"Me, too," he admitted.

No sooner had he spoken than she felt the first tingle of ultimate pleasure in her toes.

"Oh, Legolas," she hissed. "Don't stop, please!" She clawed his shoulder blade in ecstasy and began to shiver under him. He could feel her urgency and kept up his steady rhythm for her.

She grasped the sides of his face with her hands and looked deep into his eyes as the convulsions of pleasure ripped through her. She cried out and he could feel the contractions deep inside her as her hips began to slap against him.

It was too much for him to take. He moaned deep in his chest and gazed back into her eyes as his orgasm overtook him. His hips thrust convulsively into her and he moaned again, his eyes mere slits of pleasure.

Together they writhed as one shuddering creature, oblivious to everything but their own ecstasy and each other, their eyes locked and their bodies shivering with satisfied desires.
Once the moment had passed and the tension had left their bodies, they lie there for a while.

She sighed with contentment and he tenderly kissed her forehead.

"Lay flat against me," she whispered. "Let me feel your weight on me."

He relaxed against her, his hard body pressing down on her and he rested his head on her shoulder.

For a long time they lie entwined and didn't speak, she stroking his hair and he caressing her side both content and lost in their own thoughts.

He raised himself up on his elbows and gazed deeply into her eyes. She stroked his check, still damp with sweat, and smiled in satisfaction. He took her hand in his and kissed her small palm tenderly. Her heart was melting for him.

Lithely, he slid off of her and pulled her close to him, kissing her gently on the forehead and stroking her soft skin with a delicate touch.

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