GREENWOOD THE GREAT, RHOVANION
The breeze whispered through the ancient trees, their branches creaking like a melodic song. Their leaves were still a ripe green from summer, and the musky scent of the moss that clung to their roots and trunks lingered in the air. Light strained to peer through the thick canopy as it shivered from the wind.
She continued to stand there, her eyes closed, fixated on the sounds and scents of the mighty Greenwood, the warm breeze gently ruffling her long, ebony hair. She took in a breath as strong, yet tender arms embraced her amorously from behind. ”Meleth nin.” The voice said in an almost whisper, soft lips caressing the back of her ear. "Mel nin." She replied as she placed her hands on his.
“The others have turned back. They will wait for our return.” He rested his head on her shoulder and began to nuzzle her neck as he did.
She let out a soft giggle from his feather kisses and sighed, smiling.
“So....we are alone then?” She asked as she turned her head slightly to look back at him.
“It appears we now are, my sweet Adlanniel.” He pushed his groin against her backside, their now unaccompanied state and his desire for her betraying his senses and better judgment. She felt his bulge against the cleft of her rear, her own desires burning like a wildfire inside her, strong as such to burn even the great Greenwood around them.
“Oh, Legolas...” She purred, grinding her soft, taut rump against his pulsating loins.
“Cenin den i tuia anin lû.”
“Oh?” He seductively replied. He had already begun to unfasten the ties of Adlanniel’s leggings. He slid his hand down and caressed her soft pelt, sliding his fingers ever lower to stroke her pearl, feeling her already wet with desire.
“Cenin den i limmida anin lû...” Legolas began to gently nibble on her neck, sliding his fingers even further so they would enter her. Adlanniel let out a moan of pleasurable desire as his fingers teased within her. She did not know for how much longer she could withhold. She wanted him, so deeply inside of her, despite them both knowing the customs of the Elves; That this type of passion was to wait until after their wedding vows, especially during times of peace and prosperity. However, their love and devotion to each other was stronger than any tradition, and they could not resist having all of each other.
“Meleth e-guilen...Melo nin!” She moaned desperately. He pulled down her leggings, before spinning her to face him and taking her mouth into a deep passionate kiss. After throwing off his effects, he lay her down gently onto the mossy undergrowth, and, gazing into her deep emerald eyes, he proceeded to remove her boots and leggings entirely. He then pulled off his own tunic top and dropped it carelessly onto a nearby tree root.
He pulled out the ties of Adlanniel’s blouse with his long, nimble fingers, opening it to reveal her tender, supple breasts. Her nipples were taut and pink like rose petals from her arousal for him. Legolas took one breast into his mouth, tracing his tongue sensationally around her bud as he moved to be between her delicious thighs.
“Matho nin sui mathog i vagleg.” She begged in the Woodland dialect. Her speaking in his native tongue aroused Legolas even more. They both moaned in unison as he entered her, and she arched her back against the moss to push her hips harder against him.
“You know how strong I wield a sword.” He breathed, as he lifted her slender legs higher around his waist so that he could delve even deeper into her.
“Can you withstand it?” Legolas thrust harder, wanting to dominate her desires.
“I want to...I want all of you...”
She cried out in pleasure, as his hard, throbbing member dove harder and deeper into her, threatening to cleave her in two.
Legolas leaned down to her and she caught him in deep, sultry kisses, their tongues becoming entwined like the roots of the trees beneath them.
They rode each other, their hips grinding against each other rhythmically, their moans echoing through the trees. Various animals flittered about nearby, both curious and skittish from the intense sounds of passion being made from the two Elves as they made fierce love on the forest’s floor.
Adlanniel grasped his waist and shoulders tightly, digging her fingers into his flesh as they neared their zenith.
“I can’t hold any longer...” He moaned into her ear, his body shivering from utter pleasure.
“Fill me, Meleth nin!”
He cried out, his radiant azure eyes glazed from ecstasy, as he climaxed. Adlanniel moaned as she felt his liquid fire filling her, intensifying the peak of her orgasm.
They slumped down together, a tangle of limbs and cloth on the undergrowth, their chests still heaving from their exertion. Adlanniel rested her head on his chest, his arms wrapped around her in a loving embrace. After a few moments of silence, of listening to the breeze whisp through the ancient oaks and foliage, she leant up against his strong, lean body to kiss him softly. Legolas wrapped his arms around her again and pulled her down to him, kissing her deeply and intently.
He felt like he could spend the entire age with her like this, in a loving embrace, forever by her side on the floor of the Great Greenwood.
Alas, only a few moments past where on the song of the wind they could hear the urgent call of their names in the distance.
Elvish - English translations
Meleth nin = My love
Mel nin = My beloved
Cenin den i tuia anin lû = I see it swells for the occasion
Cenin den i limmida anin lû = I see it’s wet for the occasion
Melo nin! = Make love to me!
Meleth e-guilen = Love of my life.
Matho nin sui mathog i vagleg (Woodland dialect) = Wield me as you would wield a sword