"𝙋𝙪𝙧𝙚 𝙇𝙚𝙜𝙤𝙡𝙖𝙨 𝙘𝙖𝙣𝙙𝙮." ༄ 𝘖𝘳𝘭𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘰𝘉𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘥 │Illustrated by our Legolas Cosplay │ Sensual, detailed, romantic MEGA SPICY smut / lemon (some is skippable) ❤️ Ardalings has been over 4,000 hours in the making. Part 1 is COMPLE...
Upon their leaving, Thranduil made his plea once more. Legolas offered a tight lipped smile and bowed respectfully to his Adar in farewell. He did not wish to part ways in bad blood, but his exit was hasty.
No one saw Thranduil tuck a small scroll into their bags as they made their final preparations.
Morning light bathed the four elven figures, two bushy-tailed folk, and raven person as they traipsed out the blue doors and across the bridge.
Legolas was eternally grateful for the company of Talishaya, their best warrior. Even with the imposter vanished, peril might still befall them. Faeriel and Faelas possessed great power but were yet untested in battle, aside from one. Tali was the finest friend and ally Legolas could ever ask for. Her aura bestowed serenity, and ever it seemed did she arrive with aid at the darkest of times.
They had not passed far from the halls before the events of the previous day came under discussion.
Faelas launched into a retelling of their enemy's attempt at stealing them away. Legolas felt tense throughout the discussion, and sought Faeriel's hand. She clasped it, and he felt a wobble in his chest as he sensed her strength and bravery even after the shocking events of yesterday. His heart pattered as he thought of the way she had transformed the monstrous spiders into a harmless, natural form and declared that they could live. Faeriel caught his eye and smiled at him. Her rising confidence and fortitude shone bright. She blossoms into her own kind of guard.Violence begets violence, Legolas thought. Perhaps the Fae can forge a path beyond battlefields...
None in the company could say where their enemy had gone to, but they hoped they could unravel the many mysteries in Lothlórien.
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As Faeriel walked, Legolas endowed her with ample distraction from recent events. With detail, she painted scenes within her mind... Of Legolas laying her down in the moss, tender eyes smirking at her as he drew off her raiment...
In her mind's eye he pressed his body to her, his supple mouth showering her with kisses, his hands running hotly over her curves. His passionate lips would caress down the front of her body, teasing her slowly, coiling her supremely tight with need until at last he slid his tongue into her deepest ache.
With vivid detail she visualized every hot lap and thrust of his tongue between her thighs. Every fantasized crescendo made her breath quicken, and often she had to pause as a little real release pulsed through her, melting past quivering knees to toes curling in her boots.
Then Faeriel would imagine laying Legolas bare, and climbing over him, and doing the same. She knew not how that would be, taking him into her mouth and licking him, but she hoped he would like it. She hoped she would make him moan and gasp.
Faeriel felt Legolas' eyes upon her often, and she would turn to meet his gaze. He would bite his lip, eyes sultry as he traced her body downwards, and back up, a rich curve of infinite promise gracing that sumptuous mouth. She had the distinct impression he knew the nature of her thoughts and amply shared their direction.
