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thewulf · 1 year ago

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Only You || Legolas

Summary: Request: Can you do a elf reader x Legolas where he's finally home in mirkwood after the quest? Maybe Gimli is with him and he's like 'i see why you always talked about the lassie.' or something funny that exposes Legolas for how much he really likes her. He then confeses and asks to court her or something sweet pleaseee?? My fav fluff writer! Thank u!

A/N: Thank you so much for the kind words and sweet as heck request. Really love this one. I didn't edit it too heavily so please be wary of general writing mistakes! Hope you all enjoy my fav elf imagine :)

Pairing: Legolas x Female Reader

Word Count: 2.9k +

TW: Pure fluff? No LOTR triggers

You had finally gotten a free evening to yourself after training for the better part of every evening for the last year with your father, Girdirion. He had been training you relentlessly after Legolas had left of the quest his father, King Thranduil, had sent him off on. That was over a year ago. You hadn’t heard much other than they had made it to Minas Tirith a few months ago.

Your father suddenly saw you as defenseless without your longtime friend at your side. Being the kings most trusted advisor, he had been trained for centuries and was a formidable fighter. It wasn’t until after Legolas had left that you had realized how serious the threat to middle earth was. Your father must had realized it too as he worked you to the bone, training you at every chance he could.

It was only after King Thranduil received word that the ring had been destroyed and his son was heading home did things begin to change. Your father still made you train but it wasn’t at every waking moment any longer. Tonight, was one of those nights that he had given you off as he had meetings to attend to with the king.

Time felt too slow as you waited for Legolas to return. He promised he would. You knew he would. He was all the way across middle earth, but you just couldn’t seem to wait any longer. You longed for you best friend, who meant much more to you than just a best friend, to come home.

As soon as you settled on your bed to begin reading the novel you had been meaning to finish there was a quick knock at your door. Who could that be? You weren’t expecting anybody at this hour after dinner. Begrudgingly, you set the book down just as you had gotten comfortable and made your way over to the door.

When you opened the door you scrunched your face in confusion, “Father? What are you doing here? I thought you were meeting with the king?”

He nodded, “I was. Then we got interrupted. There is somebody here I think you may want to see.” His smile let you know exactly what you were thinking. Legolas was home. He was back in Mirkwood after nearly a year and a half away. Sure, it wasn’t that long of a time for you in the scheme of your lifetime but it did feel like the longest year of your nearly two thousand years in middle earth.

“Legolas?” You tore out of your room not waiting for his response as you made your way to the throne room. You heard your fathers deep laughter behind you before he jogged to catch up with your lighter than air pace.

Once he caught up to you he had that knowing smile on his face. He had watched the two of you dance around the obvious feelings each other had. You never thought you were good enough to be with the kings son. He never thought you were interested in that way. But to everybody on the outside looking in it was rather obvious the two of you were destined to be together. Even if it was taking longer than expected. A thousand years longer than expected. See, King Thranduil and your father had agreed they would bless the union between the two of you should it come naturally. But neither had the heart to force it. He and your father knew as good as anybody these things had to find their way on their own, naturally. Even if it drove the two elder Ellon’s mad.

“Indeed, your elf has made it home.” He spoke as the two of you walked, much faster than normal, towards the kings room.

Before you opened the massive wood doors you turned to him with a sly smile and a hint of a blush dotting the apples of your cheeks, “My elf?”

Your father raised his eyebrows at you, “Go on then.” He pushed you forward ignoring your question.

When you pushed open the doors you couldn’t find the familiar blonde hair of your best friend. Even as you walked closer to the throne you looked all around the hall and only spotted King Thranduil who was giving you the same smirk your father just did. What were they up to? Where was Legolas? And why was the king looking at you like he knows something you didn’t?

“I apologize my king.” You bowed unsure of what else to do. When you turned to see if your father had followed you in you were left biting your lip seeing the door closed without him in the room. What was he up to? “My father said…”

Thranduil put his hand up pausing you right in your tracks, “Legolas is out in the gardens with a dwarf. A dwarf!” He sounded more frustrated than excited to his son after the time away.

But you cracked a smile instead. That was so him. He was anything and everything his father was not. The two of them could not have more different personalities. Your best friend was the one to push boundaries no elves would or could do seeing that his father was the king, “A dwarf you say? That sounds like him.”

Thranduil studied your happier than he’s seen you in an entire year expression full well knowing it was because Legolas was back from his grand quest. Thranduil rose from his throne before walking down to you. Having to look up to him because he was so tall all you could do was wait on his word.

He pointed his hand towards the entrance to the kings private gardens, “Go, you audience is rather impatiently waiting on you.” He gave you a knowing smile before retreating towards the door you had originally come in, likely to go find your father. Not wasting anymore time you made a beeline towards the doors that led to the private gardens you so rarely got to enjoy. He must have deemed it enough of a special occasion to grant access to not only you, but a dwarf as well. You knew Legolas was behind that as well. He was the only one to get the king to agree to something he might not want to do.

For the second time in a few moments, you threw open the heavy wooden doors leading out to the gardens. It did not take you long to hear the pair before you saw them. You paused hoping to catch just a brief moment between the two of them before you made your presence completely known. As you suspected the dwarf had Legolas distracted from hearing you walk out.

“Look at ya lad. Pacin’ like a horse.” The unfamiliar voice chuckled. You had a feeling the dwarf poked fun at the ellon more often than not.

You just knew he was rolling his eyes, the beautiful blonde prince he was, “I am not Gimli.”

But the dwarf just kept laughing, “Ya’ weren’t even this nervous when we rode up to the Black Gate.”

“Would you quiet down dwarf. She will be out momentarily.” That sounded just like the elf that had left a year and a half prior. It was almost too easy to get him worked up and the dwarf called Gimli certainly enjoyed playing into it.

“The little lassie has you this nervous huh?” You? You made him nervous?

Legolas let out a huff, “Gimli!” And you knew that was your queue to help spare the ellon from his friend who seemed relentless. You already liked Gimli from the sounds of it. You shut the door behind you louder than necessary to signal your arrival.

Taking a deep breath, you walked forward suddenly terribly nervous after those comments. What was Gimli playing on? Why would he be nervous to see you? You didn’t want to get your hopes up on feelings as you buried those away centuries ago. Your crush for the ellon grew slowly the first thousand or so years you knew him. Truly organic in the best way possible. Childhood friends to training partners to friends then best friends after it all. Once your training to become a healer had completed you had a sneaking suspicion all his injuries in the field were so he could come see you after some time away. He would only request you. Straight refusing the other healers help when offered. He would wait for you.

But then it just stayed like that. You thought it could grow into something more, but it dawned on you over the next few centuries his father had a say in who he courts and marries. Why would King Thranduil allow his son to court you of all elves? Sure, your father was his most trusted advisor, but you were no political gain in marriage. So you did what you did best, buried the feelings deep and bottled it all up.

The two of them quieted quickly hearing the door close. When you turned the corner you finally spotted your prince after far too long apart paired with an adorably red-headed dwarf who was staring right at you. You however were staring straight at Legolas as your small smile turned into a massive one. There he was, as handsome as ever, standing right there in front of you after too long. The longest either have you had spent apart from each other.

“Legolas.” You grinned before pulling him into a tight hug. It was when he gave you a big squeeze back that you simply just melted into the ellon completely forgetting you had an audience yourselves.

“Aye lad! You left out the detail of your Y/N being quite the beauty.” Gimli spoke up from beside you breaking the trance the two of you seemed to be under. You giggled once you pulled away from him seeing the look of horror cross his face at his friends comments.

You turned to the dwarf feeling the nerves wash away. You had the advantage here as Gimli seemed to want to torture your friend, “Hello. It is lovely to meet you. I am Y/N. Daughter of Girdirion, King Thranduil’s advisor.”

He pointed at you before narrowing his eyes at you, “Do you hate dwarves as much as his father does?”

You shook your head, “Hardly. You are actually the first dwarf I am meeting. I do not get away often.” You knelt down making yourself level with him, “You are much cuter than made out to be.” That earned a few stumbling words and a rather mighty blush to the warrior who seemed to have nothing but words. You managed to render him speechless.

This earned a snicker from your favorite ellon, “Elf got your tongue there Gimli?”

That comment must have meant war between the two of them. The dwarf cocked his eyes up to his friend, shook his head then turned back to you who was now back to standing instead of crouching, “Lady Y/N. It is lovely to finally meet you too. I feel as though I already know ya lassie.” He grinned knowing exactly what he was about to do.

You looked at Legolas with curiosity framing your face before returning your attention back to Gimli, “Do you?”

“Aye.” He nodded, “Legolas here would never shut up about ye. Y/N this. Y/N that. Y/N would love this. Y/N would hate that.”

You knew your cheeks were surely aflame with embarrassment just as Legolas’ were, “We have spent quite some time together over the years.”

But Gimli wouldn’t have that, “I think it has something to do with you lassie. The way you look. The way you dress. The way you seem to occupy his every thought.”

“That is enough.” Legolas finally chimed in giving his friend a hard stare telling him to get the hell out. But that only egged the red head on further. Your eyes bounced back and forth between the two of them before Gimli relented.

He bowed his head, “My lady.”

Echoing his actions you responded, “Gimli.” Before turning your attention back to the prince. Your eyes finally were able to scan his features. Not a hair seemed out of place. He was exactly as you remembered.

“Welcome home.” You gave him your biggest smile feeling like you could finally relax after seeing him alive and well.

He wasted no more time before pulling you into a second bone crushing hug. He had never been so forward causing you to let out a slight stutter in surprise of his actions. It was the last thing you had expected from him. But then again, who knew what he went through out there. Legolas was a strong warrior, but you knew how deeply this could impact anybody who had to go through it.

“I have missed you.” He whispered into your ear not letting his arms go from around you. He had no clue how his words were affecting you in that moment. Suddenly you felt that stupid little crush, that was surely love at this point, bubbling up from the depths of your heart that you had long since locked away.

When he pulled away after a few moments he took the time to look you over just as you had moments prior. He didn’t drop his hands from around your waist though, simply holding you loosely in his embrace. You had never felt his eyes or his hands on you heavily before or that you had noticed in the past, “I have missed you beyond words Legolas. I have spent a year and a half filled with the dread of the thought you may never come home. Seeing you here is the greatest gift Eru Ilúvatar could have bequeathed.”

It was then that Legolas knew just how deep your feelings ran for him just as they had run for you. He too had spent the better part of a thousand years being absolutely in love with you, his favorite elf, but making no indication of it. For he thought you may have eyes for someone else. He could not risk losing you in the event you said ‘no’ to his request to court you. But by the way you were looking at him he knew that was wrong. Your love laced eyes could not break away from his gorgeous blue ones.

He knew he needed to take the next step with you. Gimli was right. His dwarf friend spent the better part of the journey home convincing him he needed to ask the question he had been dying to ask you. He wanted to court you. Spend the rest of his middle earth life and the next one with you. He had never been so sure of that. The thought of courting another elleth felt wrong. It was you. It was always going to be you.

“Gimli was not lying, my lady.” Even though it came out as a whisper your ears could pick it up with no problem.

That shocked you. Was he admitting the same thing that you were? Did he have feelings for you too? “Pardon?”

He grinned seeing your dumb struck face, “You do in fact occupy my every thought. You are the reason I am here now. I fought for middle earth, yes. But for you more. Thinking of your smile pulled me out of the darkest of times

Your lips parted in utter shock at his admission, “Legolas, I…” You were at a loss for words as you processed his confession to you. Your heart was giving you away completely though as it beat faster than it ever had before.

He continued seeing as you were rendered speechless, “It was only ever you. It was only every going to be you, my love. You are my very best friend Y/N. I would never want to continue this life with somebody who was not you. It is only you. It will only ever be you.” He paused finding the courage to say what had been on the tip of his tongue for centuries, “I love you.”

Your jaw might have been on the floor at this point, “You love me?”

He nodded with a nervous expression, “More than you will ever know.”

That was all you needed before you walked forward, butting yourself right against his chest, “That is a relief my prince. As I love you too. More than you will ever know.”

Euphoria. The truest form of euphoria pulsed through your body as you too admitted what had always been so hard to admit.

His expression melted to that of pure elation. Gently he placed his hands under your chin, cupping your face so carefully, “May I begin to court you, my love?”

“I would be so honored Legolas.” Your head was turned up as you looked into his eyes for likely the millionth time. It was different this time. Charged with love and lust. Like you were looking at a new Legolas. One that you could get to know at a much deeper level.

He brushed his thumb over your lips sending shivers racking throughout your body, “Only you. Only ever you.”

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cowboybeepboop · 6 months ago

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idk if you do anything revolving around legolas but if you do, could you do some soft/romantic legolas smut? i would be eternally grateful, im so down bad for him and im running out of fics to read 😭

Pairing: Legolas x fem! Elf Reader

Genre: Smut

Word count: 3.3k

a/n: i didn’t proofread what so ever and also i wrote this in barely any time so 😣 but i hope you enjoy

Legolas smiled as he spotted you, his friend, he always felt a sense of peace with you, you’re the only person who was allowed to see his more relaxed side. The elf made his way over to you and crossed his arms.

“How are you today?” Legolas asked with a smile.

“I am quite well.” You turn to face him, your hair falling over your shoulder. “How are you, my prince?”

He chuckled quietly at the formal nickname you called him for a joke. “Please don’t call me that.”

Legolas smirked as he picked up a strand of your hair in his fingers, gently twirling it against his fingertips.

“Does it bother you?” You question, stepping closer to him ever so slightly.

He chuckled quietly again, trying to ignore the slight blush that spread across his face as you stepped closer.

“You know it bothers me,” Legolas said in a fake annoyed tone. He slowly pulled the strand of your hair, bringing you even closer until you stood only a few inches apart from him. He gently pushed the strand behind your shoulder so it was no longer hiding your face.

“My Mellon, have you met some of the elves here?” You question, feeling his touch ghost over your cheek. “The guards are quite nice.”

Legolas chuckled slightly, continuing to brush his fingers against your cheek as he spoke. “Yes, I’ve met some of them”

His eyes darted to the guards you had mentioned, and he couldn’t help but think about the way they looked at you, the jealousy he felt grew. The prince knew that no matter how oblivious you are, you were incredibly beautiful.

You smile towards one of them, who has a watchful eye on you. “Shall we walk together?” You look at the prince in front of you, expression soft.

Legolas’s hand dropped from your cheek when he noticed the guard looking at you, looking at you as if you were the most beautiful star in Middle Earth.

The feeling of jealousy coursed through the prince, but he swallowed it down and put on a smile as he looked back at you. “Yes, of course, we can walk together.”

Legolas watched as you walked ahead of him. The way your hips swayed gently from side to side as you walked elegantly through the halls, he could not help but think how graceful you were as you were completely unaware of his gaze.

“You seem to enjoy the company of those guards.” He said in a low voice, trying not to sound jealous.

“They are intriguing, much different than what I am used to.” You murmur, “One even offered to braid my hair, do you think he did well?”

Legolas’s eyes darkened as you mentioned the guard offering to braid your hair. He almost growled at the thought of the guard’s hands on you, but he quickly composed himself.

“Let me see.” He said quietly, reaching out to your hair and pulling a lock of it gently. He looked at it for a moment before answering. “He did an adequate job.”

“Only adequate?” You question, spinning on your heel to face him. “Does it not suit me?”

Legolas looked at you as you spun around to face him. His breath caught in his throat at the sight of you, how you were almost directly in front of him, gazing up at him expectantly, waiting for him to answer.

The prince gently took hold of one of your braids, wrapping his fingers around it as he tugged on it gently. “It suits you, almost everything does.”

“You flatter me, my prince.” Your cheeks flush a light pink as he continues to play with your hair.

Legolas’s hand slowly moved through your hair, gently pulling away the braids and undoing the work of the guard. The prince’s fingers slowly tangled in your hair as he gently pushed the hair over your shoulder, revealing more of your neck to him.

“Much better,” Legolas said quietly, looking down at you.

“Mellon. If I did not know better I would think that you were jealous of the guard who touched my hair.” You step back, a small smile as you look up at him.

Legolas smirked slightly, looking down at you. His gaze darkened as you spoke the truth, the guard’s touch on your hair had angered him more than he would like to admit, but he decided to deny it.

“Me? Jealous of a guard?” The prince said in an amused tone. He took a small step closer to you, placing his hands on your hips.

“Envious perhaps?” You grin, watching his expression turn irritated. He stepped even closer to you until there was only a few inches of space between you.

“Envious? Why would I be envious of a simple guard that would never be worthy of your time?” The prince said, his arms now wrapped around your waist.

“Not worthy of my time?” You press a hand to his shoulder, “Why wouldn’t he be worthy of my time?”

Legolas’s grip around your waist tightened slightly as you continued to push his Buttons.

“He’s a guard.” The prince said, speaking lowly as if it was obvious. “He doesn’t deserve to touch your hair or even be in the same room as you, let alone have your time.”

Your continued teasing was beginning to annoy the prince, and you could tell by the way his grip on your waist had tightened.

“You don’t understand how perfect you are do you?” He said in a low voice, his eyes darkened as he looked at you. “You have no idea the power you have over others, especially over males like that guard. Men will fall to their knees, giving you whatever you ask for.”

“And would you?” You cup his cheek, thumb brushing over his skin. “Would you give me anything I ask for?”

Legolas’s expression softened as you cupped his cheek, the feeling of your thumb against his skin made his heart skip a beat. He leaned into your touch, closing his eyes for a second before opening them and looking at you.

“You know I would.” He said quietly, “No matter what it was, I would give it to you without a second thought.”

“Even if I requested your heart?” The words leave your lips before you even have time to think about what you are saying.

Legolas froze as the words left your lips, staring intently at you. He hadn’t been expecting you to say that, and the silence that followed your words was deafening.

He searched your eyes, looking for any hint of a joke, but he found nothing. He swallowed the lump that formed in his throat as he gently placed a hand over yours on his cheek.

“You already have it.” The prince whispered.

“Legolas..” you gasp, heart pounding as he holds you tight.

Legolas wrapped his other arm around you, holding you close against his chest. He ran his fingers through your hair gently, the familiar feeling of your body pressed against him, how he wanted this feeling to last forever.

“You have my heart.” He repeated, speaking again in a whisper, “You’ve had my heart for several decades.”

“As you have mine.” You press your forehead to his, your arms wrapping around his neck.

Legolas closed his eyes as you pressed your forehead to his, your touch sending a shiver down his spine. He was glad that the corridor was deserted, the only sound in the hallway was yours and his own breathing.

He brought one of his hands up, wrapping it in your hair softly, as the other continued to hold you against him. “For how long?” The prince asked quietly, his lips close to yours.

“For as long as I can recall.” You trace mindless patterns into his skin, pressing your lips to his jawline.

“You will be the death of me, you know that?” The prince said in a low voice, the feeling of your lips against his skin was almost too much.

He leaned in closer, his breath gently ghosted over your face, he wanted nothing more than to press his lips to yours. He wanted to pull you even closer until there was zero space between you.

You step back, cheeks flushed as you realize the compromised position you’re in.

Legolas almost let out a whimper at the loss of contact as you stepped back, his hand falling from your waist and he looked at you.

He let out a chuckle at the sight of your flushed cheeks and the realization of your position. “We better stop now, or I might not be able to control myself.” The prince said in a low voice.

“Perhaps we shall retire to your bed quarters.” You reach for his hand, pulling him with you down the hall.

A smirk formed on Legolas’s lips when you spoke, and he let you pull him down the hall. He followed you wordlessly, allowing you to lead him to his bed quarters.

He was acutely aware of the way you were holding his hand as you pulled him through the halls, the touch of your skin against his was almost driving him insane.

When the two of you reached Legolas’s bed quarters, he gently used his other hand to open the door for you before following you in.

He shut the door behind them quietly, and almost instantly you were pushed back against the wall, the prince’s body pressing against yours.

“My love,” you brush your thumbs over his cheekbones. Legolas leaned into your touch, closing his eyes for a moment at the feeling of your fingers on his skin. He relished the feeling, the warmth of your body against his, the feeling of your hands against his face.

The elf opened his eyes again and looked down at you, his hands moved to your hips, gripping onto them as if you were an anchor keeping him grounded. “My love.” He repeated quietly.

You smile in response, pulling his face to yours, and pressing a kiss to his lips. Your fingers brush against the sensitive tips of his ears.

Legolas inhaled sharply as you pulled his face closer to yours, every touch of your body against his set fire to his skin.

A low gasp escaped his lips as you pressed a kiss to his lips, and another as your fingers lightly touched his ears. The prince’s hands squeezed slightly at your hips involuntarily, pulling your body even closer to his. He was struggling to control himself.

The prince tilted his head, deepening the kiss as he pressed you tighter against the wall. One of his legs pushed between your thighs, making it almost impossible for you to separate from him.

His tongue ran over your bottom lip, asking for entrance. He needed to taste you.

You moaned as his knee made contact with the warmth between your legs. Lips parting and allowing for his tongue to slip in.

Legolas could feel the warmth in between your thighs as his knee pressed in, and he had to hold himself back from pressing his thigh even harder into it.

The sound of your moan only fueled him further. His tongue immediately slipped into your mouth, tasting you, mapping out every inch.

One of his hands moved, trailing up your body slowly, his fingers lightly caressing your skin as they went.

Legolas leaned back, panting slightly as he looked down at you. The sight of you, breathless and flushed from the kiss, took his breath away. And the prince was determined to see more of it.

His hand moved from your hip, gently grabbing your chin and tilting it up to look at him. “You have no idea what you do to me, do you?” Legolas asked, his voice low.

“You undo me, my darling.” You pull him close, peppering kisses onto his neck.

Legolas let out a shaky exhale as you pulled him close, your lips against his skin were sending his brain into overdrive. He let his head fall back, giving you more space to kiss his neck.

“My dear..” he mumbled quietly, his eyes squeezing shut. “Please, if you carry on like that, I won’t be able to stop myself.”

“Then do not stop yourself..” you guide him to the bed, pushing him to sit on the edge.

The prince stumbled backward as you pushed him towards the bed, sitting on the edge as you guided him. He looked up at you, his eyes dark with desire.

Legolas quickly grabbed you by the hips, pulling you down so you were sat on his lap, straddling him. His hands gripped your hips, fingers pressing into your skin almost too hard. “Are you sure?” He asked, his voice barely above a whisper.

“I need you like the air I breathe.” You whisper, moving your hips down against his. “I have never been more sure of anything. Please, my prince, do not hold back.”

The prince's eyes burned with an intensity that seemed to set the room alight as he stared into yours, the passion in his gaze leaving no room for doubt. With a groan, he claimed your mouth again, kissing you with a fierce hunger that had been building for centuries.

His hands roamed up your body, slipping under your dress to feel the warmth of your bare skin, his thumbs brushing over the soft curves of your breasts. You could feel his need for you, as he held you tightly, his body trembling slightly beneath yours.

His touch was both tender and possessive as if he was afraid that if he didn't hold on tight enough, you would slip away from him again. As you kissed, Legolas's hands worked on the laces of your dress, eager to see more of the beauty hidden beneath.

You moaned into his mouth as the fabric loosened, allowing him to explore further. The elf's hands moved with the grace of a master archer, yet the urgency in his touch was anything but refined. He was starved for you, and he meant to feast.

Legolas's self-control snapped like a bowstring drawn too taut, and he ravished you with a fervor that was both fierce and gentle, his movements driven by a hunger that had lain dormant for eons.

His kisses grew deeper, more demanding as he pulled your dress away, revealing the softness of your skin. His hands explored every inch of you, as if he needed to relearn the landscape of your body, to claim it as his own once again.

He groaned into your mouth as he felt your skin against his, the sensation sending bolts of pleasure through his body. His hands roamed up your back, pulling you closer still, until there was no space left between you, until it was as if you were one being, bound together by passion and love.

You could feel his heart hammering in his chest, matching the erratic rhythm of your own. His touch was like fire, leaving a trail of desire wherever it went, and you craved more, arching into his caresses.

The room around you seemed to melt away, leaving only the two of you, lost in the heat of the moment. The prince's hands tangled in your hair, angling your head back to expose the delicate line of your neck, which he kissed with an urgency that left you trembling.

Each touch, each kiss, was a declaration of his love and need, and you responded in kind, your hands exploring the firm planes of his chest and back, feeling the tension coiled in his muscles.

Together, you tumbled onto the bed, a tapestry of limbs and fabric, the only sound in the room the ragged breaths and murmurs of desire.

Legolas’s hands paused for a moment, feeling the weight of the moment, as he gazed into your eyes, filled with love and a gentle yearning. He laid you back onto the soft bed, his body hovering over yours, the warmth of his skin pressing against yours.

He kissed down your neck, feeling your pulse race under his lips. His hands gently parted your legs as he positioned himself between them, his own desire evident in the way his body responded to yours.

With trembling hands, he began to undo the last of your garments, exposing the beauty of your form to his eager eyes. He took a moment to drink in the sight of you, his love, laid bare before him. As he leaned over, he whispered sweet nothings into your ear, his breath tickling your skin, making you squirm with anticipation.

His touch grew more urgent as he kissed along your collarbone, his hips nudging yours in a silent plea for you to open up to him fully.

With a gentle push, he entered you, the feeling of your warmth enveloping him in a way that made his eyes roll back in his head. He moaned softly, the feeling of finally being inside you almost too much to handle.

His movements were slow at first, tender, as he didn’t want to cause you any pain, but the more you responded to him, the more he lost himself in the feeling of being one with you. Each thrust grew a little more urgent, a little more needy, as he sought to claim you fully. Your legs wrapped around his waist, pulling him closer, urging him deeper.

The room was filled with the sounds of your muffled gasps and his low, guttural moans. His eyes remained locked on yours, reading every emotion that passed across your face, making sure that he wasn’t hurting you, that this was everything you wanted.

The prince moved with the grace of an elf, yet with a passion that was unmistakably his, his love for you shining through with every movement. You could feel every inch of him, filling you up, making you feel whole again after so much pain and loneliness.

Your body began to tremble, the pleasure building until it was a crescendo that threatened to overwhelm you.

Legolas felt your muscles tighten around him, and he knew you were close. He kissed you deeply, swallowing your cries of pleasure as he quickened his pace, his hips moving in a steady rhythm that made the bed beneath you creak in protest.

He whispered sweet Elvish words into your ear, promising you forever and beyond, as he pushed you closer to the edge of ecstasy. His thumb found your clit, circling it gently, sending waves of pleasure crashing through your body.

The prince watched as your eyes fluttered shut, your face contorting in ecstasy. And with one final, desperate push, he sent you over the edge, feeling your body shudder in release against his.

The feeling of you coming apart in his arms was like nothing he had ever felt before, and he let out a shout of victory and love as he followed you, his own release spilling into you, mingling with your own.

The two of you lay there, panting and intertwined, the aftershocks of passion still pulsing through your bodies. He brushed a stray lock of hair from your face, placing a gentle kiss on your forehead.

“Mellon,” he whispered, his voice hoarse with passion. “You are everything to me. I will spend eternity making sure you know just how much I love you.”

Your eyes fluttered open, and you looked into the depths of his, a soft smile gracing your lips. “And I you, my prince. I love you more than words can ever express.”

The room was silent except for the sound of your hearts beating in unison, the first of many moments of pure bliss that would come to define your eternity together.

Legolas held you close, his hand stroking your hair, as you both basked in the warmth of your love, feeling more connected than ever before. The outside world no longer existed for either of you, only the two of you, entwined in each other’s arms, forever bound by passion and destiny.

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