Book 3: Where It Ends [Mature]

Chapter 42 [Mature]

Continuation from 'Book 3: Where It Ends', Chapter 42

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No one said anything against the newlyweds leaving the grand hall. Some offered their congratulations if not done so already. Linnéa nearly made a wrong turn. But that was from the habit of always retiring to her old bedroom. The new one sat further up inside the Mountain. In a private section, much like Dáin's, east of their wing. The Dwarf said he had no problem moving to lower quarters reserved for kin or princes and princesses. But Linnéa and Legolas insist that he keep his quarters. It was to his liking. Comfortable. They saw no need for him to move.

Linnéa took a moment to observe their bedroom. There were some similar qualities to the last one. But larger in space and filled by lavish furniture, tapestries, and designs. Their hands unlatched to carefully remove the crowns from their heads and place them on the designated pillows. Which sat in a small cut out on a wall.

"One day down," Legolas said.

"A week left to go," Linnéa pointed out.

"I still believe we can make it through."

The queen placed a finger against his lips to stop talking.

"We can worry about all that at a more decent hour. And before someone decides to bother us with royal duties or events that must be overseen for Durin's Day, I wish for more kissing and less talking."

The Elf grinned, pulling away the finger. "I believe that is something I can assist you with."

"Well, I hope so."

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Their lips connected, bodies pressing together. Legolas found his hands at the queen's waist, and slowly moved up the sides of the fabric to just under the breasts. Linnéa's fingers found the buttons of his top to unhook the loops from the collar down to the hips. A formal white shirt lay underneath, but a quick tug to the hem released the fabric tucked into the pants. It was loose enough for the hands to run underneath and feel up the Elf's abdomen. Legolas wanted to feel skin too.

"Turn around," he ordered.

Her head tilted to the side. Though rather than question the king, she did as told. His fingers worked at the end where the bow sat to loosen and remove the ribbon. In order to make the wedding dress fall away.

"You could just grab a dagger from the drawer to cut through the ribbon," Linnéa suggested.

Legolas chuckled, "You have no patience sometimes."

"Well, not right now."

He pulled tight on the ribbon to tug the queen flat against his chest. "Sorry to disappoint you," he said. The lips kissed the area before moving up to her ear, "But you'll just have to wait a bit longer."

Linnéa enjoyed the feeling of the Elf nipping at the already bare skin around the shoulders and neck. In a way, it distracted her a bit to how long it took for the dress to finally shift. The queen allowed the item to drop heavily to the floor. Legolas's arms wrapped around his wife's waist, fingers splayed over the bare skin to feel every inch of it. Her head craned back against his shoulder, enjoying the feeling.

"See, no dagger needed," he spoke.

"The wait was agonizing," she teased.

Legolas grinned, chuckling, and walked them closer towards the bed. Linnéa turned before they reached the edge. Her hands tugged the suit jacket off and then pulled the formal top over the king's head. Still too much clothing on him for her liking, but they'd work it off eventually. He bent down to grip the back of Linnéa's knees to hoist her up. The queen grinned, arms wrapping around the Elf's neck, legs around the waist. He pecked her lips just before they dropped onto the mattress. Their lips locked, the two rolling about in a playful manner till the king managed to pin both wrists over Linnéa's head.