Posted: September 2003
Title: Journey's End
Author: Aurelia
Type: FCHet
Characters: Legolas/OFC (you girl)
Rating: NC-17
Warning: Graphic Sex, PWP
Beta: Thank you Alex for beta reading this for me. I'll be sure to ask for comma's for Christmas.
Disclaimer: I don't own any of the LOTR characters.

Summary: PWP with a pinch of plot, bring to a boil, then relax and have a smoke.

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Gandalf the Gray had entrusted the creature Gollum's care to the Mirkwood Elves. Deceived by Gollum's playful nature, the Elves allowed his escape. Legolas had been sent to Rivendell of Elrond to inform Gandalf of this loss. Upon his arrival, Legolas found himself burdened with only a small part of the crisis Middle Earth now faced. In choosing to continue on with Gandalf, Legolas' short journey had turned into months of worry and longing for me. That would all end soon, word had come that Legolas would return to my life and our bed mid day tomorrow.

As for tonight, my countless hours of anxiety are cautiously being replaced with excitement. Clearing my mind of everything but his touch I restlessly drift off to sleep. In my light sleep, I feel, rather than hear, movement in the room. The breeze carries with it a scent of sweet woodsy like flesh. His flesh. The only one I've ever known to smell of wild flowers and fires ablaze in the dark.

The cool night air bites at my skin as he lifts the coverlet and seamlessly glides in behind me, forming his naked body to mimic my own. The touch of this cool skin on my warm body excites me in an instant. Desiring to warm every part of him, I start to turn to face him. Holding me in place with the strong embrace of his arms, he stops me.

"You are late, my Prince!" I say, teasing him.

When he begins to speak his voice is serious and somber. "The threat to our beloved way of life appears behind us but these terrible times have left haunting images in my mind that only time will diminish. I tried to rest this night but the fires that rage in my mind control my every thought. I pressed on in the hope of finding peace here with you." Pausing briefly to clear his mind, he continues, "Tonight, I must have you!"

Weary from the long road, he rests his forehead on my bare shoulder. With the repetition of his shallow breaths dancing down my back, I feel my body come alive. Wanting to show him my response, I reach back to the his hip. Moving my hand between us, I find him larger and harder than I've ever known him.

Squeezing him firmly, he gasps with pleasure as I pull him towards my waiting body. Having been aroused by his mere presence, Legolas finds me warm and ready. Still lying on my side, I release him and lower my upper body to my knees. He lifts my leg slightly with his hand and I tilt my hips to meet him. His whole body pulses with lust and wanting. Desperately he runs his hand up my back to my hair. Taking a fist full, he pulls gently and enters me!

My abdomen tightens. I take in a quick breath and let it out slowly only to gasp again. Releasing my hair, he begins a powerful rhythm. Now holding my leg in the cusp of this arm, his hand comes to rest on my soft curls. Wrapping his fingers amongst the wet curls, he gently pulls at my flesh again and again. My breath quickens as he brings me higher and higher with every motion.

With ragged breaths, Legolas raises himself to his knees. With careful, needful hands, he
pulls me over onto my back. Now facing him, legs open fully, he reaches up my body to my eager breasts. Cupping one in each hand, he lovingly pulls as he rakes his fingertips back down my body. I arch my back and moan loudly into the darkness.

Righting himself, he raises my hips to join with his own. Now able to take him fully, he plunges into me. His thrusts are animalistic, harder and deeper than before. I've never been taken so forcefully, my mind reels with the intensity of pleasure he's giving me. Reaching out to claw at his chest, my hands fall short and come to rest on the muscular lines leading down to his pelvis. Beginning to warm with perspiration, my fingers glide over the texture of his previously cool skin. Placing my fingers on either side of his erection, I become aware of the lustful slap our bodies make as he penetrates me again and again. Moving my hands up my own body, I find my nipples hard, begging for his attention. Catching them between my fingers, as I cup my breasts, I squeeze and pull matching his thrusts. His throat releases soft uncontrollable moans. The ever building urge, deep inside me, erupts. Wave after wave of spasm take my body. Moaning loudly, I arch my back and grab at the bed linens for stability. His thrusts stop suddenly, he moans and cries out as the release of a thousand painful memories pour from his mind and body.

Unable to focus on anything but this moment, endless time passes between us. As our ragged cascades ease, he lowers our hips to the bed. Encircling my shoulders with his arms, his sweat-drenched chest comes down to mine. The weight and smell of his body is intoxicating. Using what is left of his erection, he thrusts into my still recovering depths.
The surprise sends me quickly into a second powerful orgasm I didn't know possible.
Holding me firm with his body, I violently pulse beneath him. He whimpers softly as my body clinches around his still sensitive shaft. My body spent, I release a long soothing breath I was unaware I'd been holding. Sliding to one side, he places an arm under my head and the other protectively across my chest. The flood of physical pleasure has quenched the fire in his mind and we both fall quickly into a restful sleep.

Waking the next morning, I feel the warmth of the sun and the stare of eyes upon my face. On the bed next to me, Legolas sits cross-legged waiting for me to wake.

Expecting to see love in his eyes, I am startled to see turmoil mixed with what could only be described as shame. Before I can greet him with a smile or offer my hand, he says, "Last night I had no thought of our love, only the desire to end the terrible nightmare I've been living."

Gathering his breath and talking more quickly, he says, "Did my lustful conquests forever change what I once so easily called us?" His voice cracking and trailing off, he adds, "Did I scare you last night?"

I'm stunned by his interpretation of our released desires. Last night he was, as he always is, a very passionate lover. Granted care is usually taken to savor every moment of shared pleasure. But last night, we'd both been so totally caught up in our own gratification, we'd used each other to achieve previously unrecognized needs. Having always understood his intentions I've gained deeper intimacy, through this experience. Legolas, however, misinterpreting my reactions, has taken a much darker view. His vulnerable eyes search mine for the answer he most fears. Reaching out to him, I say, "Yes, you did..."

Lowering his regret drenched face, he begins to move away. With my softest touch, I turn his beautiful face upward forcing our eyes to meet again.

"Yes, you did...." As I repeat myself, his body stiffens as if just stabbed by a hidden dagger. I continue "You didn't allow me to finish, you did scare me, in the most wonderful ways!"

He studies my face as I pull him towards me. Our lips meet for the first time in months. Carefully teasing his lips with my tongue, our mouths open to one another. In an instant, he knows that I had been as absorbed in our lovemaking as he was, too delirious with pleasure and pain to focus on the needs of the other. His passion had been our pleasure. I pull back abruptly! Pouting, I say, "I trust you plan on repaying this debt to me?"

Whispering into the soft skin of my ear he says, "Immediately!!"

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THE END

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