Feä Bond (Legolas x OC)

Warm pools

Hey ! That's a rather massive chapter, and it covers a lot. I hope you enjoy this peaceful moment.

"Join me?"

Air rushed out of his lungs. Frances' wide eyes, golden and hazel mingled, were pleading. Then, she seemed to realise what she'd asked as she ducked her head

"I didn't mean... I just want to spend some time in your arms," she sheepishly added.

So much for not pushing his luck ... but could he deny such a hopeful face? The elf swallowed thickly, then nodded his assent.

"I shall keep my breeches."

Methodically, the elf laid his vambraces, jerkin and boots beside her clothes, marvelling at the domestic image. The soft sloshing of Frances' legs wading through the water reached his pointy ears; Legolas he shed his tunic, mindful to preserve it for her to wear afterwards. When he allowed himself to look upon the spring once more, Frances had sunk into the waters, a satisfied smile upon her face as she dipped her head backwards. Her mass of unruly ringlets disappeared under the surface, a sigh escaping her rosebud lips.

There was nothing untoward to be seen; the volutes coated the whole scenery in an eerie light, covering the whole surface of the stream. The image struck him speechless; his intended truly was a water creature. Lithe hands lifted about the fog, her elegant fingers smoothing soaked hair backwards.

Legolas' lips parted in delight; he had never met a second born so graceful in her every gesture. Mesmerised, the elf took a few tentative steps; the hot water lapped at his feet, coaxing him to sink into its depth.

Legolas barely refrained a moan. How long had it been since he had the luxury to relax in the embrace of warm, soothing waters? To think he would have passed the opportunity to respect her privacy ... bless her soul for thinking of him in this moment. Sometimes, her otherworldly habits were a blessing. The elf joined his lady, hiding his bare chest under the dark waters of the stream, thankful that the night hid both their nakedness.

He might not have controlled himself so readily had her curves been exposed, droplets teasing satiny skin. Tonight was about sharing a moment of peace. Frances welcomed him with a secretive smile, an expression she kept only for him. And when the mischievous water fairy crawled over to him, he did not move an inch.

Her hand reached for his leg, tugging to set it aside and create a cocoon. Legolas blushed as she settled against him, her tunic brushing the naked skin of his chest. Despite the warmth that engulfed him, the elf barely repressed a shiver. One of her naked calves brushed his ankle, her arms enclosed his around her middle. Nestled in his embrace, Frances sighed contentedly.

"Thank you, beloved," she whispered.

Momentarily stunned, the elf didn't dare moving such was the intimacy of this position. Long, elegant fingers squeezed his hands, and her head eventually came to rest upon his collarbone. Then, she sunk into a state of eerie contentment. Only then did the elf allow himself to relax. Soon, he was dozing off into elven rest, his heart content now that the lady of his dreams rested against him.

Both bodies hummed in unison, minds at peace. Thus they remained for a long time, half floating in a stream born of Mordor's foothills, silver and reddish hair mingling in the current. Happiness, it seemed, didn't need fancy contraptions.

Legolas though of the elleths that chased him at court, hoping for power and wealth. Admiring his form, and the position he might bring them with an advantageous match. Never before had he felt the need to tie himself down. Frances was nothing like the ladies of the court. Less graceful than elleths, perhaps. With a different beauty, one that came from within. Her heart was pure, her determination unwavering, and her courage that of a warrior. And she loved him, for him.