Part 6

Legolas wrapped his arms around her, and hugged her close. “Better?”

“Mmm.”

He shifted his hips.

Eowyn giggled.

“What?”

“You.”

He laughed and kissed her forehead.

Then he kissed her mouth.

Tenderly…

Possessively…

Eowyn responded.

And Legolas, still holding her close, moved his hips again, and Eowyn moved hers, and—“Ah,”—he pushed himself inside her.

“Lassui,”—it was so beautiful—“oh, my love…” she whispered. And she closed her eyes, smiling, and let his thrusts—deep, deep and relentless—drive her, slowly, gradually, closer and closer until, “Ah,” she wailed, and her smile turned to astonishment as her body arched upwards, “AH!”

And Legolas felt her climax envelop him; and his own body, in swift response, spiralled helplessly into sweet release. “Melmenya,” he groaned, “ai, ai, meleth nín!”