"𝙋𝙪𝙧𝙚 𝙇𝙚𝙜𝙤𝙡𝙖𝙨 𝙘𝙖𝙣𝙙𝙮." ༄ 𝘖𝘳𝘭𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘰𝘉𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘥 │Illustrated by our Legolas Cosplay │ Sensual, detailed, romantic MEGA SPICY smut / lemon (some is skippable) ❤️ Ardalings has been over 5,000 hours in the making. Part 1 is COMPLE...
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Faeriel's limbs were stiff and sore as the group climbed through the jungle of giant mossy oaks and beeches, but she pushed herself to keep up. Talishaya strode gracefully at her side and Rusco rode perched upon her shoulder. Companionable silence rested between them. Faeriel felt grateful, for far too exhausted was she to speak much.
Her soul still quaked as she recalled staring into the dark of the abyss... the coming of death... it had seemed so certain then. But in the merging deeds of many comrades, elf and squirrel, evil had not triumphed that day. Many times Faeriel sent her silent thanks to Rusco, and raised her hand to hug him, his small velvety form filling her with the familiar sense of home.
Even though her hug with Legolas was over, the young elleth felt a warmth left behind in her heart and in all the places their bodies had touched that endured long into the night. Oft she caught Legolas glancing back at her. Heat blossomed in her under his soft, lingering regard.
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Faeriel cherished many people. She loved all her friends of fur and feather, her Rada, and now, unequivocally, Legolas. But the manner of her love for him was different from the rest. Legolas was the companion she had always dreamed of, though the reality was far more wonderful than she could have ever imagined. An elf like herself, filling a newly budding place in her she never knew existed. Compassionate, loyal, and brave was he... so selfless and driven to protect the innocent. And... handsome beyond measure.
The sheltered elleth knew next to naught about elven culture but... she knew, without a single shard of doubt, how she felt about his magnificent soul. She loved him, as in the epic lays of love where two souls merge as one. And she longed for him, to weave into him, and he into her, with every bodily and spiritual thread. She prayed their friendship could grow into more... even though he was a prince and she... just a young, naive elleth who had never even spoken with a fellow elf before a few days prior.
