“My lady—”

“Haldir,” she murmured. “Where is Legolas?”

“He will not be coming home, my lady.” He lifted her into his arms, gathering her close. “I shall take care of you now.”

“Thank you.” She slid her arms around his neck, sighing against his cheek, “Make love to me, Haldir.”

She was small, and so soft, he was afraid his heavy body might hurt her. But he kissed her neck, her throat, and her warm, full breasts, and his hand slipped under her nightgown, crept between her thighs, and gently teased her c—

“Buy me another, love,” said Marglyn.