Title & Chapter Number: Well Met 5/5
Author(s): - Author's Index
Fandom: LOTR
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: All rights and priviledge's belong to the Tolkien Estate. I am not making money from this fic (I wish!) The only thing I own is my characters and my soul.
Warnings: Explicit Het Sex, angst
Betas: Several
Cast: Legolas/OFC (Rowan), Thranduil and wife, Gimli, Aragorn, Arwen
Timeline: Just after the break up of the fellowship
Spoilers: LOTR, Two Towers
Summary: A peredhil healer from his own forest makes Legolas realise there is more to life than just running around with a bow and looking cute :-)
Notes: This is my story based on my thoughts of what happen after the break up...Rowan is my idea
Chapter Five - The morning after the night before.
It was the early hours of the morning before the guests finally left the homestead. There was the last of the candles, most now burnt down to the end leaving the room dark apart from the odd dim glow of candlelight. Rowan was exhausted. As soon as the last of the guests left, Legolas shut the door and turned to find Rowan sinking into the nearest chair. Legolas walked over to her and knelt down so that his face was near Rowan's.
"I am so tired my love." Rowan whispered.
Legolas chuckled a low chuckle, then gently eased Rowan upwards, then quickly, in one swift movement, lifted Rowan upward so that he had Rowan over his shoulder. Rowan quealed in protest and Legolas laughed out loud.
Legolas turned and grabbed a candle and began to walk up the stairs towards the bed.
"Legolas! Let me go! I can walk!" Rowan cried, laughing at the absurdity of the situation.
"Nay my love. You are tired." Legolas chuckled as he eased the bedroom door open and walked in. He then placed the candle down onto the dresser where a empty candle holder sat, then slowly slid Rowan downwards so that she stood against him. Legolas's breath quickened for he knew that from this night, Rowan would join with him.
Legolas looked into Rowan's deep green eyes and saw love there. His head slowly, sensuously, bent downwards and Legolas watched as Rowan closed her eyes as his lips met hers. Legolas gently pressed into Rowan's warmth, his tongue slipping into her mouth to find that her own was waiting. Legolas closed his eyes, enveloped by the sensations of what his mouth gave him. Eventually, they parted, both trembling. Legolas took a small step back then turned Rowan around by easing with his hands on her shoulders. Legolas lifted the crown of gold off from Rowan's head. He then saw the thongs that held the dress so snugly to her body. With deft fingers, the thongs where soon undone and Rowan shivered under his touch as her dress fell slowly to the floor. Rowan's undergarment, a dress of thinnest silk barely covered what lay hidden underneath and Legolas looked with appreciation and wonder. As Rowan turned around, her hands came to Legolas's chest. Words unbidden, fingers pushed at Legolas's over tunic so it fell to the floor in an almost silent hiss of silk. Rowan's gentle fingers came to the bindings of the under tunic and slowly each button became undone, her hot lips following her hands. Legolas was soon shirtless with Rowan's head resting on his naked chest. She could feel his heart and as she pressed her ear against his soft skin, she heard its beat sure and true.
Legolas kicked off the short shoes that he wore. Barefooted, he stood back slightly, then, with bare feet padding on the bare wood; he guided Rowan to the side of the bed. Then he pulled the covers back.
It was then, as he turned to sit down, he faced Rowan. He realised that she was trembling. The under shift showing the shivering run through her body like waves on the sea.
"Rowan. I want our joining to be right. I don"t want you to be afraid of me. Are you afraid of me?" Legolas whispered, easing Rowan to sit on the side off the bed next to him.
Rowan shook her head. "I want to show you Legolas how much I love you. It is important to me that we do it right. It's just that . . ." Embarrassed silence came to Legolas and he understood. Rowan had never joined before. She was innocent!
Legolas took hold of Rowan's nearest hand and held it to his lips, his own body beginning to shake.
"Rowan. I have experience in the ways of the body. I know what to do but I have never truly joined myself." He whispered as his own emotions took hold.
He heard Rowan's sigh as he saw a lonely tear fall down her cheek. His heart pierced to the core with this one tear. Then understanding what he must do, he pushed himself onto the bed and made Rowan lay beside him.
The joining, he had been told, would bare the soul of one elf to another. The range of emotions would be played out so that there was nothing hiding to the other. Two halves would become whole. He felt sure that Rowan knew this also. Legolas held Rowan close to him, her arm draped over his chest as he tried to calm his breathing. A lonely owl hooted in the night and Legolas was thankful that he was no longer a lonely elf.
He felt another tear fall onto his chest. Legolas leant his head back and using his right hand, guided Rowan's upwards to face him.
"I"m afraid." She whispered.
"Don"t be. Let me guide you then we can guide each other. We do this together."
Legolas bent forwards, his mouth firmly on Rowan's. He felt her body heat rise as the kiss deepened. Legolas's arms surrounded Rowan as he twisted now so that they lay against each other. Legolas parted from the kiss and moving slightly upward began to kiss her teary eyes. Rowan gave way to Legolas's ministrations. Her hands rested on Legolas's hard, muscled chest. Legolas made his way down Rowan's nose to her mouth yet again. He could feel the beginnings of a familiar sensation build within him and he knew this was right. No longer did he have to stop. No longer did his soul scream for release. As Legolas's mouth made its way to Rowans neck, she gasped at his touch. The pleasure shocked her but she wanted more, so much more. Rowan's hands surrounded Legolas, pulling him into her. She wanted to feel, to touch. Personal fear seemed to melt under Legolas's touch. Legolas murmured into her ear, breathing deeply. The hot breath made Rowan moan. Legolas smiled. He knew the fear was gone. He could feel his own arousal rising, his breeches feeling tighter against Rowan. Rowan, not knowing why but luxuriating in the feeling, pressed herself further into Legolas. Legolas's hand came down her back and felt the edge of the under shift. As his hands felt bare flesh, Rowan jolted against him. Her head jerked backwards so that she faced him. Legolas saw reassurance was needed and murmured, "SShhh it's all right. We need to do this. I . . . need to do this."
Rowan nodded silently, allowing her shift to be lifted up and over her body. She leant backwards slightly, raising her arms upwards so that it could be pulled from her. Then Rowan lay naked beside Legolas. Never had she felt so vulnerable. Legolas, sensing Rowan's discomfort of being naked, felt it was only fair to be the same. He lifted his hips upwards as he pushed his leggings downwards. Rowan watched with anticipation and awe. Many a time she had dreamt about this, feeling Legolas around her, in her but now he was here and this was now, it felt different. She didn"t feel so sure of herself.
Legolas turned over so that he faced Rowan and placing his arms around her drew her to him. The pure nakedness of them both made each other shiver. They both giggled with nerves.
Legolas leant over so that his mouth was by her ear yet again. "Let me love you. Let me show you." Rowan nodded silently, revelling in the sensations her body was giving her. Legolas's hands roamed over Rowan's body. First her back with her sensuous curve at the base. Legolas's hands worked magic with Rowan, Never had she felt such intense emotions pass through her in such a short time. She found her own hands and mouth replying to Legolas's. Hid mouth had found her neck and he made his way downwards to her breasts. As his hands came up from behind, he cupped a delicate breast as his mouth took hold of the now erect nipple. Rowan moaned deep with utter pleasure, her body arching into Legolas. Her inner core was now roaring like Rowan had never ever felt before.
Legolas's hand slid downwards to that it cupped one of her buttocks and pulled her towards him. His proud member now pressing against her abdomen. Rowan raised one of her legs so that it lay over Legolas's thighs. Legolas in kind, placed a leg between Rowan's and began to rub against her body. Rowan's body jolted as a new pleasure shot through her.
Legolas kneaded Rowans buttocks in time with his savouring of her breasts. He felt the warmth and wetness against his thigh as he rubbed his leg against Rowan and he inwardly smiled. His attentions were working! Rowan arched her body upwards as she panted with the pleasure that was shooting across her body. Goose bumps appeared all over her as Legolas's warm mouth and wet tongue traced their way downwards to the edge of her rib cage, then down further to the soft stomach. Legolas's leg moved away as his body moved downwards and Rowan missed the touch. Then she felt his warm callused hands work their way down her legs and up her thighs. Rowan moaned again as his mouth roamed over her hips, which bucked uncontrollably at his touch. Legolas revelled in the reaction he was getting from his touch and was aroused all the more. He realised that the most sensitive area was to be conquered and he intended to enjoy the pleasure he was about to give.
The softness of her skin as she rubbed against him was beyond compare and it felt that his whole skin was alive and so sensitive. Legolas's left hand made its way up the inner thigh as his lips made their way across and down. Rowan, unused to this area being touch other by herself, jolted, then melted and arched upwards into the fingers that were now exploring her sensitive flesh and the wetness between. Rowan then felt hot breath and she opened her eyes to witness Legolas kissing and rubbing his lips and tongue against her inner core. At this sight, Rowan's legs eased open further as her gasps reacted to each touch of his lips, tongue and fingers, her fingers entwined in his hair. Legolas was experienced, long had he done this to ease the tension of elven females he had laid with. He smiled with pleasure as he heard the moans of Rowan getting louder and more urgent. Feeling that this was a good time to ease, Legolas lifted his head and kissed Rowan's hips again, his hand still moving against the outer lips of her inner entrance. Rowan's hips bucked against the moving hand, jolts of pleasure making her body react in unexpected ways.
Realising that Legolas was making his way up to her body again, Rowan's hands followed downwards over Legolas's back and hips. She clung to him as the pleasure built further. Wanting to reciprocate, her hands made their way round till they felt the tautness of Legolas's enlarged member. Her fingers enveloped him, which made Legolas groan outwardly, hissing at her touch as she stroked him. He had never been this aroused and the sensations where almost unbearable. Legolas kissed Rowan passionately, each other's fingers giving pleasure, both receiving, both loving. When at last, Legolas felt that he could go no higher, could take no more, he shifted his body weight so that he partly lay over Rowan, his face nuzzled into her neck. Legolas also decided that this was the time to open Rowan ready for him to enter. Slowly and sensually, he placed his fingers against the opening on Rowan's inner core and eased himself into the heat and the wetness within. Rowan gasped, her eyes opened at this touch. This was unknown! But Rowan could not deny what her body was telling her. Leaving the now engorged shaft, her hands came upward to Legolas's arms and back. Pushing slightly, Rowan instinctively knew what was required and what was required was Legolas.
"Please," Rowan moaned as Legolas rubbed. Legolas kissed Rowan again, and removed his fingers. Rowan felt instantly empty.
Legolas eased himself over Rowan, her soft thigh against his. He leant on his elbows and eased his arms under Rowan's shoulders. Legolas rubbed his hardness against her warmth. It felt so warm and inviting! This was as far as Legolas had ever been but instinct took over. Looking into Rowan's eyes, he felt her entrance against him and paused. Rowan shuddered at this touch and wanted so much more. Legolas had made her feel as if pleasure had a new meaning and she didn't want it to stop, not now!
Rowan raised her face and kissed Legolas, biting his bottom lip and pulling his head downwards. As she did this, Rowan pushed her hips upwards, marvelling at the sensations it was giving her. This was all the invitation Legolas required. He felt himself enter Rowan, the tightness surrounding his tautness as the heat and wetness made entry easy for him. Legolas gasped then moaned with the intense pleasure this gave. Wanting and needing more, Legolas rubbed against Rowan and he heard her pant in time with the needs of both lovers. Legolas kissed Rowan's face, neck, anything he could kiss as his hips bucked into Rowan. Rowan lifted her hips and placed her legs around Legolas's back, making him push ever deeper. Rowan could feel the heat rising, her own body taking control and she was lost in the pleasure that Legolas gave her. She held him tightly to her, her body rubbing completely against Legolas as the tempo increased. Legolas panted as he pushed harder, deeper into Rowan. He could not stop now, never wanted to stop. He felt his limits come and go and still he pumped, still he rubbed, still he pushed.
Rowan felt that she could go no further, her own soul was now on fire for desire had melted her very core. As the first orgasm hit, she screamed out Legolas's name, her hands tightly bunched as the waves crashed into her. Rowan's body was uncontrollable and Legolas held on tightly until he could hold on no more. He gasped deeply as release came, blinding pleasure so intense that Legolas's body shook with the deepest of emotions.
As the torrent eased, Legolas eased down onto Rowan; his breath heavy from exertion, a fine sheen of sweat glistened in the early morning sun. Rowan panted, but she luxuriated in the weight of Legolas above her. Rowan smiled as she kissed Legolas's shoulder tasting the salty sweat. At the touch, Legolas leant on his arms and looked at Rowan. Sweat had made her hair stick to her face, neck and body. With gentle hands, Legolas pushed the strands of hair aside and smiled at Rowan. Rowan leant upward and kissed Legolas deeply then laid back again. "I feel different," Rowan murmured as her hand stroked Legolas's jaw line.
"Hmmm." Legolas replied as his head came down and nuzzled into Rowan's neck and shoulder. Rowan giggled.
Legolas smiled, then stopped. He did feel different! Tears came unbidden to Legolas's eyes and for the first time in many, many years, he cried.
Rowan frowned at first and pushed Legolas away a little so she could see his face. Legolas looked like a lost child, cheeks wet with tears.
"I love . . . you so much Rowan, it . . .hurts . . . me." Legolas said between sobs.
Rowan knew exactly how he felt. That was the reason for her own tears earlier.
They cuddled and Rowan comforted him until the sobs subsided. Legolas sniffed and rubbed his eyes and face. He now understood what the joining meant. To join was to show the strongest and weakest of emotions, love and fear. Legolas smiled ruefully at Rowan, who softly kissed his hands.
The birds began their morning chorus, as the lovers lay sated on their bed. Legolas pulled up a silken sheet and blanket, for the early morning breeze chilled Rowan. Legolas cuddled into Rowan as her head rested on his chest, her hair spread around him like a blanket. His callused hands stroked Rowans back in soothing movements. Soon all Legolas heard was the early morning birds and the regular breathing of a sleeping Rowan and knew the feelings he felt would never leave no matter where he went. He was alone no longer.
The end ?
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