Title: I’m Dreaming, Right?
Author: Khylaren
Contact: Khylaren@yahoo.com
Fandom: LOTR 
Rating: NC17
Disclaimer: I do not own these characters; they are the property of JRR Tolkien and his estate. I am not making money off this story; it was written for the pure pleasure of it (mainly mine!)
Warnings: Graphic het sex
Cast: OFC (Erin Smith)/Legolas

Summary: This is just a plot bunny that nibbled my toes while I was working on Found. It’s a supplementary, so to speak. Its not part of the main story at all. While on the march to Gondor with the Rohirrim, Erin has a rather unexpected and pleasant dream. 

Note: I know this is so Mary Sue. I’m sure I’ll be beaten with a copy of the Silmarillion until I’m black and blue. 

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Something was stroking her face. Light, feathery touches brought her from her slumber unwilling, grumbling, until she opened her eyes.

Hazel eyes gleamed down at her, and she was greeted by a smile.

“Legolas, what are you doing here?” Erin asked, struggling to sit up. She glanced around and noticed that the rest of the éored slept on, oblivious to her nightly visitor. “I thought you were with Aragorn and the Grey Company?” She blinked up at him in confusion, trying to get her sleep-muddled brain to work.

He shrugged gracefully, giving her a wider smile. “It is your dream, meldis. Not mine.”

Erin’s eyebrows rose. “Dream? Wait, I’m dreaming?”

Legolas nodded. “How else can you explain my presence here? And why it is that none of your companions have awakened.”

She glanced around again and saw that was true. She could see the few men who were keeping watch a distance away, but they had not noted Legolas’ presence either. She looked back at him and frowned. “No offense, Legolas, but why am I dreaming of you?”

He laughed, a soft and joyous sound. “I do not know, meldis. But you are. Perhaps it is because your subconscious has desires that you will not readily admit when you are awake,” he said, his voice low.

Erin gulped. “Well, you’re gorgeous, I’ll admit that.  And I had a serious crush on you for the longest time. But I got over it.”

Legolas made an attractive moue of disappointment. “You no longer find me tempting? I must admit I am saddened, meldis. I had hopes for this dream.”  He sighed, shaking his head. “I suppose I should go, then.” He rose fluidly to his feet and made as if to leave.

“Legolas, wait…” Erin reached out and touched his hand. “Wait.”

“Yes?” He turned, looking down at her.

She licked her lips. “Well, since it’s my dream, I can do whatever I want, right? No consequences for my actions?”

He shrugged again. “I do not know for certain, meldis, but it sounds plausible.”

Erin looked up at him and took a deep breath. “Do you want to stay?”

Legolas chuckled. “It is your dream, as I have said. Of course I want to stay.”  He cocked his head slightly as he looked at her. “Are you saying you still find me desirable?”

“Good Lord, Legolas, I’d have to be blind not to. You’re about the most gorgeous male anything I’ve ever seen.”

“Ah, that is a relief to know,” he laughed. “I must admit my pride was wounded by your words.”

Erin rolled her eyes. “You’re a dream, Legolas; a figment of my overtired brain. Your pride couldn’t have been all that hurt.”

He regarded her steadily, before dropping down beside her bedroll once more. “If you say so,” he said, his expression unreadable. 

She sighed, rubbing her head. “I’m sorry, Legolas. I didn’t mean to hurt your feelings.”  I can’t believe I’m apologizing to someone who isn’t even here.  She looked back at him, noting how close he was sitting. “So, um..now what?”

Legolas smiled slowly. “Well, as we have previously established, this is your dream. What would you like to do?”  He lifted an eyebrow challengingly at her as he waited for her response.

Erin took a deep breath. “Just a dream,” she muttered and lifted her chin slightly. “All right then. Kiss me.”

He nodded, as if had expected her request. “Easily done,” he replied, leaning forward and kissing her cheek lightly.  He smirked at her expression. “What? Did you have somewhere else in mind?”

“Tease,” she replied, sliding her hands up to grip his tunic. “Never mind. Its my dream, I’ll kiss you.” She was shocked at her own boldness, but after all, she told herself as her lips closed over his, it was only a dream. 

His lips were softer than she could ever have imagined, smooth and perfect, fitting against hers with a sweetness that was unprecedented. It didn’t surprise her that they felt so right as the moved beneath her own, opening to the gentle pressure she exerted. She wasn’t certain when she stopped kissing him, when he took control of the situation, but as his tongue brushed against hers, she decided it really didn’t matter. He tasted of good things, like warm, spiced wine, and just as intoxicating. Her head spun, reeling from the sensations, and she was barely aware when he lowered her to her bedroll, stretching his lithe frame beside hers. 

Legolas lifted his head and looked down at her, his eyes luminous in the light of the moon. “Well, now,” he said softly. “What next?” His fingers drifted lightly over her lips, and she could feel the rough calluses on their tips. “More of the same?”

Erin nodded, feeling breathless as his lips touched hers once more. His hands reached up to cradle her face, his thumbs brushing lightly over her temples as he claimed her mouth with his own. Her hands lost themselves in the silky softness of his hair, burying them in the warm length, pulling him closer as his mouth plundered hers. His tongue stroked hers teasingly, wrenching a soft groan from her lips that made him chuckle. 

She couldn’t think coherently – how could she when he was doing that to her lower lip? His hands had grown bolder, caressing the side of her neck before sliding down the front of her tunic, fingertips just missing the areas that wanted his touch the most. His lips left hers to nuzzle the side of her neck, and she felt his warm breath caress her ear.

“What next?” he breathed, his hands spanning her ribs, just below her breasts. He ran the tip of his tongue over the curve of her ear, making her groan quietly. 

“Touch me, Legolas,” she whispered. “Please.”

“Hmm,” he chuckled, sucking lightly on the curve of her neck. “I am touching you. You must be more specific than that.”

Erin turned her head and he drew back, looking down at her with a half-smile. “You’re being deliberately difficult, aren’t you?” she said, looking up at him in exasperation. “You’re supposed to be a figment of my imagination, and therefore you should know what it is I want. I shouldn’t have to spell it out.”

Legolas leaned forward and rubbed his cheek against the swell of her breast. “Ah, yes, that may well be,” he purred softly, turning his gaze to hers. “But all the same, I have no control over your own imaginings, Erin.”  He rested his cheek against her chest and smiled up at her.

Her breath caught as she looked down at him. He was so beautiful; it almost hurt to look at him. “Okay,” she managed, closing her eyes briefly in embarrassment. Why should this be so difficult? Because it is, damnit! 

He laughed softly, his fingertips brushing over her closed eyelids. “You are shy,” he said with genuine amusement. “I would not think after tumbling Rúmil and Orophin you would be so.”

“I didn’t have to tell them what to do,” she snapped, opening her eyes. “They were bold enough to take the initiative.”  She was pretty sure he could hear her heart trying to pound its way through her chest. 

Legolas’ smirked. “Very well, meldis,” he said softly. “If boldness is what you desire, than I shall be bold.”  In one quick move he covered her body with his own, sliding his thigh between her legs. His lips captured hers in a bruising kiss, and his hands finally stopped their teasing and caressed the parts of her that had ached for his touch.  

Erin’s brain quietly went on overload as her body reeled with pleasure. His thigh was pressed firmly against her sex, rocking against her as his hands covered her breasts. Her nipples hardened against the fabric of her tunic and he pinched them lightly, eliciting a soft whimper that was muffled against his mouth. Her hands swept across his shoulders and down his back to cup his buttocks, pulling him even closer. She could feel his maleness pressing against her thigh as she rocked against him, and her body ached at the thought of being filled by him.

His long fingers made quick work of the ties that held her tunic closed and he spread the fabric apart. His mouth left hers to fasten on the stiffened peak of one nipple, drawing it between his lips. Her hips bucked against the pressure of his thigh and she groaned, burying her hands in his hair once more. He released her nipple, flicking the tip of his tongue over it teasingly, before turning his attention to the other breast. His teeth grazed the nipple gently, before he drew it into his mouth so fiercely she cried out, feeling the responding surge of wetness between her thighs. 

This is the best damn dream I’ve ever had she managed to think, before his hand slid over the flatness of her belly and lingered at the waist of her leggings. She felt the tugs of the lacings as he undid them, and felt the fabric loosen enough for him to slide his hand beneath them. She moaned when his hand cupped her mound gently, fingers splaying over the curls. 

His lips covered hers again, stifling her keening moan when his fingers slid between her folds and touched her wetness. He lifted his head, smiling down at her. 

“So wet, so ready for me,” he breathed, capturing her lower lip with his teeth and biting gently. 

“Please, Legolas,” she whispered, her body consumed with its need. 

He left her only long enough to remove his own clothing and the last vestiges of hers. When he covered her body with his own once more, she could not help but moan. His skin was silken, smooth beneath her fingertips. She felt his knees nudge her thighs and she parted them willingly, sighing with satisfaction when he slid his length into her.

“God,” she groaned softly, tilting her hips against him, taking him deeper. 

Legolas buried his face in her neck, breathing heavily. “Elbereth,” she heard him mutter. He rose up, supporting his upper body with his arms, looking down at her with gleaming, bright eyes. She wrapped her legs around his narrow waist.

“Do it,” she groaned, closing her eyes. He felt so good inside of her already. It would take very little to plunge her over the abyss. 

He took her at her word.  His hips rose and fell rhythmically as he thrust into her, his head falling back as his breath came faster. 

Her climax hit her, and she cried out, long and wordless, shaken to the core. Still he rode her, his hips slamming against hers with ever-increasing force, and she felt the pleasure build within her again. 

His hand reached back to grip her thigh, bringing her leg higher up against his chest. His hips flexed sharply, driving into her. She felt boneless, melting against him as he took her to the peak once more. 

“Legolas!”

He growled low in his throat, burying himself in her as he came, his body tightening against hers. With a groan he collapsed against her, his face buried in her neck once more. His breath came in short, uneven gasps. 

Her arms came up to hold him, stroking his shaking shoulders.

“Thank you,” she whispered, enjoying the feel of his skin against hers.  He lifted his head and gave her a wry smile.

“Thank you, meldisamin. It has been a most unique experience.”

Something about his expression made her frown. “What do you mean? It’s my dream, right?”

He brushed his lips softly against hers. “If you say so,” he replied with a faint smile.

Erin woke with a start, her lips still tingling from the phantom touch. She sat up slowly, glancing around her apprehensively. To her relief, nothing seemed amiss. Most of their éored was still asleep, with only those still on watch were up and about. No one so much as glanced in her direction. She gave a quiet sigh and lay down once more, curling beneath her blankets. 

Her lips curved into a smile as she surrendered willingly to sleep.

~Finis