𝒜𝓇𝒹𝒶𝓁𝒾𝓃ℊ𝓈✨ Legolas Love Story Illustrated Fanfiction Elf Fae Romance

Chapter 24 ~ Nature of A Fae (M)

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MATURE ✨ 

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𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑴𝒂𝒕𝒖𝒓𝒆 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝑬𝒙𝒑𝒍𝒊𝒄𝒊𝒕 𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒑𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒔 𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒔𝒉𝒐𝒕𝒔 - 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒚 𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒂 𝒎𝒊𝒍𝒍𝒊𝒐𝒏 𝒕𝒊𝒎𝒆𝒔 𝒉𝒐𝒕𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒔𝒘𝒆𝒆𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒊𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒓𝒐𝒎𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒄 𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒙𝒕 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒃𝒖𝒊𝒍𝒅 𝒖𝒑 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒕𝒐𝒓𝒚. '𝑻𝒊𝒔 𝒘𝒆𝒍𝒍 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒕𝒉 𝒊𝒕 𝒕𝒐 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅 𝒊𝒕 𝒂𝒍𝒍.

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Rusco immediately bounded away to explore. Faeriel's mouth worked soundlessly for a moment, before she finally found her voice. "My—chambers? Th-they are so—" Faeriel began. She was accustomed to a dilapidated cottage, and felt certain she was not worthy of such a queenly room. She turned to face the prince.

Legolas regarded her with those bright, twinkling eyes, fair head tilted to the side, sending warm quivers tremoring through her.

"Generous..." the young elleth blushed under his gaze, and tugged her side parted curls down over half her face.

Legolas smiled. "It is yours. For as long as you care to stay." His voice was soft, and his eyes even softer. "Baren bar lin. Le nathlam hí - It means, 'My home is your home. You are welcome here.'"

"Thank you..." Faeriel whispered. "How does one say, you are generous, thank you?"

"Le fael," he intoned, smiling.

"Le fael," she repeated.

"Also, ci fael. That is for those you are close with. So we would say this to each other." Legolas felt his heart flurry in excitement as Faeriel smiled warmly.

"Ci fael," she breathed.

Ai! Legolas thought. Her sweet face peered at him, all wide eyes, pink cheeks and parted lips. The face he almost thought he would lose twice in the past few turbulent days.

As he gazed upon her, a great trembling overtook the prince's chest, and a sudden surge of emotions quite overloaded his mind. In one graceful, fluid flow of motion, Legolas closed the door, planted himself in front of her, slipped his arms around her waist, and drew her swiftly against him. Burying his nose in her hair, he inhaled deeply her sugary vanilla scent. Breathless thrills thundered through him. Safe. She is safe.

Every dimension of Faeriel's being tumbled into her new favorite tempest of giddy delight. Pulling in a ragged breath, she wrapped her arms about his shoulders, leaned against his chest, and buried her forehead in the soft skin between his neck and shoulder.

Faeriel bit her lip as his enchanting hands gripped the sensitive curves of her waist, tightening there for a moment, and that place inside her tightened too.

Then Legolas moved his hands on her, commencing those longed-for swirls that made her depths melt and seize so euphorically. Faeriel keenly felt each movement of his warm palm and nimble fingers under the thin fabric she wore. She held her breath, knowing if she did not she might make an untoward sound.

"Faeriel," Legolas breathed near to her ear, the soft word emerging as almost a groan. Relief welled up in him until he felt he would burst with it. Safe. Faeriel is safe.