Reunion

Summary: After a long time of separation two lovers meet again�

Author's Note: This story has proved to be slightly uncooperative. Previous attempts have failed completely and it was only after I finally finished this one that I realized it does not quite fit the request (even though it *is* their first time in Valinor *g*). Sorry about that. I hope the story is still to your liking.

�����The sea before me looks as it does on any other day, a flat, silvery expanse that seems to have no end. Where it meets the beach small waves gently roll onto the shore, leaving wet stains in the sand. Gulls fly over the water, crying mournfully, and some of them swim on the sea, rocked by gentle waves. A few ships and boats move across the water, steered by Elves busy catching fish or simply enjoying the beautiful day. �

�����In short, everything is as usual. Everything is as it is supposed to be. Just one thing is missing for me in all of this. �

�����The boat I am looking for, waiting for, still has not arrived. �

�����A deep sigh escapes my mouth. I no longer know how much time already passed since I left Middle-earth to finally sail to Valinor. Alone, as my lover stayed behind. He would follow me soon, Legolas said. He simply was not yet ready to leave this land, not whilst his mortal friends were still alive and there were things he had to and wanted to do. �

�����My heart ached with the thought of leaving my own friends and family behind, but I felt that my time had come, that I should leave these lands now, even if my brother and sister were still there. When Legolas told me his decision to stay a little longer I would have stayed as well, not wanting to be parted from him, though every fibre in my body pulled me west. But nobody thought this to be a good idea; Arwen, especially, had insisted on me sailing to Valinor and Aragorn had strongly supported her. She did not want me to stay and watch her grow old and finally die; I should rather keep her in my memory as she was. So I finally complied, taking one of the last ships to leave Middle-earth, heading west. �

�����That was many, many years ago; several decades have passed since then. In the beginning I didn�t feel too troubled by being alone even though I missed him greatly, I was simply glad to have finally arrived in Valinor, enjoying life here, far away from all the troubles of Middle-earth. But now� �

�����I fear he will not come. �

�����He promised to and Legolas has always been one to keep his word. I know that he would never willingly break his oath, but there are so many things that can keep him from coming here. Ill meaning Men, a bolting horse, a falling tree� So many possible ways to die. �

�����I fear he cannot come. �

�����The ships have vanished from the water together with the setting sun and the sky is dark, with just a faint red shimmer left at the horizon. Once again I did not notice how the time passed, only that he did not come. My heart heavy with pain and sorrow, I rise from the sand on which I have been seated, and that is still warm under my hands from the day�s heat. A last glance towards the sea once again reveals nothing more than plain water. Reluctantly I turn away from it, slowly heading home. �

�����Living in the fabled city of Tirion for a short while after our arrival, most of the former Rivendell Elves had quickly discovered that they did not feel quite comfortable in there, and so a big house has been erected, similarly built to Rivendell, to give a home to everyone who wanted to join us there. �

�����When I arrive there now, Elrohir is already waiting for me, concerned grey eyes looking over me. �So you did not see him, once again?� he asks softly, falling into step beside me as I am heading into the building. �

�����I only shake my head, tired of discussing this topic for the hundredth time. �

�����He sighs deeply. �Elladan, you worry too much. He will come, he promised. And he has not even been gone that long.� �

�����I don�t answer, for what should I have said? Up to now I have been unable to explain my fears to him, so why should he understand now? �

�����Elrohir is silent for some moments, staring at me, waiting for a reaction. When he does not receive one he continues to speak. �You are far too thin. Father said so as well.� Again he pauses, though this time he seems to contemplate something. �Have you even eaten today?� �

�����I sigh softly, halting in front of the door that leads into the rooms I occupy. �I�m not hungry.� �

�����A pained looked crosses Elrohir�s face and I wince slightly, feeling guilty. I do not want to worry him or father, but I simply can not help feeling like this. I feel my brother�s arms around me, pressing me to his chest. �I worry for you, Elladan. I fear it is destroying you and it is all caused by a worry that is completely unjustified. He will come to you, Elladan!� �

�����I nod, feeling numbed with the knowledge that I�ll have to spend another night without Legolas. Elrohir releases me from his embrace and I step towards my door. �

������Good night, brother.� �

������Good night,� he answers, standing in the hall, looking at me with worried eyes. I do not wait for him to leave before I enter my rooms and close the door behind me. My bed feels empty and cold when I lie down. Sleep will not come to me for a long time and when it finally does it is an uneasy sleep. �

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�����I only notice the figure that has entered my rooms when I feel a hand on my mouth and a body pressing me down. My heart skips a beat as my eyes fly open, staring into the darkness of my bed chamber. My mind is blank from the shock but all possible thoughts and worries vanish when my eyes fall upon the beautiful face of my assailant. A sheepish smile adorns his face. �

������Hello, beloved.� He removes his hand, but I can do nothing but stare at him open-mouthed, wondering if I am still asleep. Then I remember to breathe and I manage to gasp his name.�

������Legolas!� �

������Hello,� he says again, folding his hands on my chest and resting his chin on them, body spread over mine. �Did you miss me?� �

������Yes,� I stammer. The realisation sinks only slowly into my mind. Legolas. He is here. Alive. He came back. �

�����Legolas leans forward a little, gently kissing my throat. My brain finally starts to work again and with slight difficulty I manage to form a sensible sentence. �

������What�� His teeth starting to nibble at my throat momentarily shut me up as the pleasant sensation goes straight down to my groin. �What are you doing here?��

������Well, what does it feel like?� His mouth moves to my ear. �

������You know what I mean!� I am surprised about the soft giggle that escapes my throat together with these words, as it is a sound that was completely unfitting to my mood these last few years. To feel Legolas�s touch now is pure bliss and I feel how my heart grows lighter and is filled with happiness again. �How did you get here? When? I have been looking for you all day long!� �

�����Legolas takes his weight off my body, kneeling over me. His fingers move down my body, gently pushing my nightshirt up and towards my head. �I should think so! I would have been really disappointed if you hadn�t done so!� Lovingly he strokes my belly, staring down at me as if admiring my body. Then he returns his attention to me. �We arrived just a short time ago and I instantly came looking for you.� He pauses whilst he leans back to allow me to sit up far enough for him to undress me completely. �Ever sailed with a raft over the ocean? A long journey, I tell you, and not much space to move. And together with a Dwarf, above all people!� �

������A Dwarf?� I blink at him, confused. �You took a Dwarf with you?� �

������Yes,� he answers shortly, working on removing his own clothes. �Gimli asked me to and who am I to resist a dear, old friend?� �

������Of all the Eves in the world he asked *you* to take him along? Was he not afraid that you would simply throw him offthe raft a few miles away from shore?��

�����He grins at me, but shows no reaction to my comments about his strange friendship with the Darf. Instead he throws the last of his clothes, which have slowly but steadily vanished from his body throughout the last few minutes, somewhere into the dark of my room. He bends down again, gently closing his lips over mine, effectively shutting up any further questions or comments. �Hush now. We can talk in the morning. Now,� one of his hands moves to stroke the inside of my thigh, �I just want to do this.� And his hand moves just a little higher. �

�����A groan escapes my lips as my body instantly reacts to his touch. I have a thousand questions for him, but he is right, that is something that can wait. My body, on the other hand, cannot. �

�����I can�t see my lover clearly, as it is still dark outside, but the moon stands high enough for me to see his skin shine softly in its light. My hands move over his body, feeling every curve and scar of it, first caressing his shoulders, then further down over his back towards his bottom. One of my hands strokes the soft skin there, whilst the other one continues to explore my beloved�s body. �

�����I feel Legolas�s own hands move over my chest whilst he kisses me gently, tenderly nibbling at my ears, lips and throat. I do not have his range of motion, lying under his body, but he does not seem to care about my passiveness, absorbed in the exploration. �

�����I lift a leg, slowly moving it along his own, stroking his skin with my foot. A wave of pure bliss washes over me, being able to be together with him like this, and I can�t help but sigh contentedly. Legolas gently bites my nipple, sending delighted shivers all through my body. �

�����His warm breath moves up towards my ear, teeth nibbling teasingly at the earlobe. Then a soft voice whispers, �Do you have any oil here?� �

������I have,� I answer, my voice just a shaky breath. It is difficult to tear my attention away from my beautiful lover, but I finally manage, extending my hand to the small closet beside my bed, but Legolas�s weight keeps me from reaching it myself. �It should be in there somewhere.� �

�����Legolas�s weight shifts on me as he leans over to reach into the closet. After a short moment of searching he pulls out the delicate glass vial, filled with the most aromatic vanilla oil, moving back to me. He kisses me gently, caressing my throat, whilst his free hand gently guides my legs apart. �

�����I moan softly as his slick fingers touch me, massaging, before they slowly slide into my body. His lips find mine once more and he engages me in a tender kiss whilst he thoroughly prepares me for our lovemaking. �Wait,� I whisper when he moves to enter me. �Can we move? You�re getting heavy.� �

�����He smiles brightly at me, pressing another kiss to my exposed throat. �Of course, my love.� With one quick movement he rolls us both over, making me sit upon him. �Better?� �

�����I press a tender kiss to his lips, answering in this way. I can�t remember this ever feeling as good as in this moment, when he slides into me. I hear his soft moan and feel his hands grip my hips tighter, holding onto me. I look down at him, my long lost lover, finally returned to me, as beautiful as ever in his passion. Slowly moving my hips, I watch his eyes close with bliss before the pleasure overtakes me as well. �

�����Legolas�s hands roam slowly, aimlessly over my body, gripping me hard as he reaches the peak of his pleasure. The sensation of his essence filling me completely undoes me, making me spill myself all over his body. �

�����Rolling over, we lie in the soft bed next to each other, gasping softly, holding each other tightly. �

������You have no idea how glad I am to have you back,� I whisper to him, moving my hand through his silken hair. �

������Oh, I think I do,� he answers, kissing me softly once more. �

�����Together we lie there, simply enjoying each other�s presence, tenderly caressing and kissing each other, the time passing by without meaning. Until an unmistakable sensation in my stomach makes me return to reality. �

������Legolas, love?� �

������Yes?� he asks, his voice a little drowsy as he drifts back from the edge of sleep. �

������I�m hungry.��