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Passionate Anticipation

Chapter 1: My Prince

by Alassante

The OFC is based on my Lego-mance/Vanelossë series. Thanks Viv for the beta *smooch*

This is written for the lovely Maram/Elfnut's belated birthday. Sorry so late my darling friend but the muse didn't want to play. *huggles and smooches*

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Vanelossë glanced seductively at her husband through lowered lashes as her hand squeezed his leg under the table. Legolas grinned, whispering, “Behave, my sweet. You will not have much longer to wait.” His hot breath caressed her ear, causing a warm tingling sensation to envelope her.

“We are married now. I am allowed,” Vanelossë replied, her hand moving slowly up his muscular thigh.

Legolas’s eyes gazed quickly around the room and seeing no one observing the newly married couple, he rose, taking her hand, and pulling her into the ante-chamber beside the hall. As soon as they were alone, he kissed her fiercely, which she returned with equal fire.

“My beloved wife,” he whispered in between hot kisses as his hands tangled in her hair.

“My prince, my husband,” she responded breathlessly, her body moving sensuously against his, forcing him to use all restraint not to make love to her now. He groaned as she pleaded, “I need to feel your naked flesh against mine.”

Before he could answer, they heard the door open and both of them jumped.

King Thranduil chuckled at his son and his new bride. “Forgive me for intruding. I needed an escape from the dancing. Should you two not be celebrating your wedding as well?”

“King Thranduil,” Vanelossë answered, then blushed. “Forgive me, it is my fault. I was feeling…flushed from the wine and hoped to…”

“If you are not feeling well, my dear, perhaps Legolas should take you right away to your chambers, and I will make your excuses,” Thranduil offered with a sly smirk.

Legolas nodded curtly to his father. “If you insist, Father, perhaps it would be for the best.” Without another word, the couple rushed quickly from the room to their chambers.

“Young love,” Thranduil mused delightfully, refilling his wine goblet.

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My Prince
Created
03 Mar 2008
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