The Awakening of Sadril

Chapter 5: Revia Amin
by Sienna Dawn
Disclaimer: All familiar characters of this story belong to the awesome world and works of JRR Tolkien, who is an unparalleled genius of this genre. All unfamiliar and original characters, animals and places are of my own invention. I do not derive any monies from this work and created this story solely out of the love and respect that I hold for all of the works related to this canon.

After Nathor's death, Sadril had taken to her cottage, spending the days walking along the shore, reading, resting, sometimes weeping. As the days turned to weeks, her mind cleared. Sadril began to see that in the last years of her marriage, her love for Nathor had turned into something else. Something more like friendship....the friendship between two very good friends. She wondered if this was the reason she had remained childless.

It was during these times of deep thought that Sadril came to realize a good many things about her marriage and her true reason for it; the fact that in over three thousand years no one had asked for her hand in marriage had a lot to do with her accepting Nathor's offer. These realizations deepened her guilt but it also freed her to feel something new, an emotion that had seeded in her heart and whose voice she had refused to hear.

She had seen little of Legolas in the ensuing weeks, but she knew he still labored to finish his ship and sail with Gimli. From the Healers, Sadril had learned that the dwarf was showing signs of the wasting disease and so she understood well Legolas' need for urgency.

Sometimes she passed by the quays and saw his silhouette in the distance, bent over the sturdy little vessel, which appeared almost complete. Never did he turn to face her, although she knew he was aware of her presence. Yet, she asked herself, what was she to expect? She had rebuffed him the day Nathor had died, rebuffed him and rejected him. Would he come and say goodbye when he sailed? She did not think so, for she had come to learn Legolas was a proud elf.

She spent her days in contemplation, trying to push Legolas' face out of her mind. But always she failed and many were the times she wondered if she should go to him. Yet, always she would find a reason for not doing just that.

And so, in this manner time passed.

Legolas knew his heart in the matter, but he also was not about to force his company on Sadril. Often he would recall Gimli's advice to go to her, but he was torn. What if he did go? What then? What would he tell her? Had he not already shown her his heart? Had she not rejected him?

These thoughts kept Legolas undecided, until one night, when he heard a soft sigh in the night air. It was a sigh of loneliness, and one that called him, even if not by name. He recognized who called him and he answered in turn, waiting, hoping.

With hope in his heart, Legolas answered the soft call, "Sadril?"

And so it was that on a cool evening, when Sadril was laying on a deep fur rug before a bright fire, contemplating her life and future, that she heard a gentle voice call her name. It came on the wind and it humbly asked for entrance to her heart.

She knew the owner of the voice and she called out unthinkingly, "Legolas?"

In moments she felt the warm touch of a beloved sigh, a gentle question and Sadril accepted it gladly. She had not long to wait.

Minutes later he stood knocking gently on her cottage door.

Rising to her feet, knowing who was at the other side, her heart leaping in her chest, Sadril opened the door. The soft light of the lamps outside and the warm glow of the fire illuminated the elf at her doorstep.

Sweet Elbereth, but he took her breath away! She held out her hand and he took it. Indigo eyes burned with love and passion. Sadril had forgotten how beautiful he was in the night.

"Legolas" Sadril whispered, feeling suddenly self-conscious, dropping her eyes, feeling consumed by the passion in his eyes.

"Meleth nin." He whispered, stepping inside and closing the door. Turning to face Sadril, his hand still holding hers, he brought it to his lips and pressed a kiss there, fervent and prolongued, relishing in the softness of her skin.

Sadril turned and led Legolas further into the room, her hand never leaving his. Her raven eyes met his indigo ones and their gaze held for a long moment. Suddenly, feeling shy, Sadril dropped her gaze. Legolas smiled, raised her hand to his lips for a soft kiss, and dropped his eyes to her body. The soft light of the fire cast a shadow over Sadril, rendering her thin shift nearly transparent. Legolas felt his breathing stop and he looked leisurely at the lovely body revealed before his eyes. He had memorized every nuance of her, but in fact she was more sensual than he had allowed himself to remember. Suddenly, Legolas felt hot, desire welling up in him. Slowly, he feasted on the sight before him, still holding her hand close to his mouth. Tentatively, his tongue licked a knuckle and he was rewarded with a low gasp.

His breathing ragged, Legolas looked into Sadril's face and brought her chin up to meet his eyes. "I cannot resist you any longer, lirimaer." Legolas tried to keep his voice light, but the longing and desire had made it husky and thick. "I love you, even if you do not wish to hear it said." His blue eyes held her raven ones and in them Sadril saw a flash of pain. "I sail within the week, Sadril. Gimli grows weaker each day. I dare not linger."

Sadril met his gaze valiantly and nodded. She had known that one day he would depart Middle Earth forever. And now that Gimli's life was at stake, time was of the essence. Her lips broke into a small smile.

"You are a good friend, Legolas." Her voice faltered then and she pulled her hand away from his, not wishing to weep before him. Already she felt the weight of his loss.

Legolas instead took her by the arms and turned her to face him. "I am here because there are some things you and I need to settle, my Lady." His voice was sweet and husky at the same time, and she closed her eyes, remembering a night by the sea when he had spoken to her in the same tone.

Legolas watched her face, her closed eyes and a wave of longing and desire swept over him. He was suddenly confused...did it come from him or from her?

Looking at Sadril, Legolas smiled and brought her close to his chest in a sudden embrace. His chest heaved with a deep sigh.

Sadril, finding herself within the enclosure of Legolas' arms, sighed too and brought her face up to his and found blue eyes looking down at her, blue fire watching her, dropping to her mouth with wanting and need.

Smiling, Sadril asked in a husky whisper, "How do you kiss, Legolas?"

Groaning, his heart full of joy and lust, he picked her up in his arms and strode to the front of the fireplace, sitting her down on the soft fur, kneeling beside her. His eyes searched hers and his hands cupped her face, one thumb tracing her lower lip.

"I kiss thusly, my Lady." He whispered inches from her mouth and covered her lips in a kiss full of sweet ecstacy, despair and longing.

This was not the same kiss Legolas had given Sadril that night on the pier. This was a kiss full of love, desire, honeyed in its slowness. He took his time licking her mouth, thrusting his tongue beyond her lips. They dueled with their tongues, slowly, tip touching tip, licking and lapping, sucking and suckling. Legolas' hands cupped Sadril's breasts, no longer able to contain his desire. Sadril moaned deep in her throat when this thumb began to circle the stiff peaks. And she, in response, slowly tumbled him to the floor, covering his body with hers as Legolas never left her mouth and the kiss turned deep and slow.

Finding himself beneath her, Legolas pulled her hips into his groin so she could feel the effect she had on him, how he desired her, what she meant to him. But he also knew she was still fragile and did not wish to hurt her. His heart clamored for her and he knew that this night he would give himself to her, for all time, even if he never were to have her again, see or touch her again. This night he would love her, take her and cherish her as he had never done another being in his long life.

Reaching out for her face, he broke the kiss and looked into Sadril's eyes. They burned like hot coals, raven black. His were indigo fire, lit with love's passion and flame. Tracing her lips with a gentle finger he whispered, "I love you, Sadril of Imladris, and whether you have me or nil, I will bind myself to you this night for all eternity until the fate of elves is come." His voice was a broken whisper of love but also tinged with sadness and tears, for he knew she did not love him in return.

Sadril's breath caught in her throat at the suddenness of his declaration. He loved her enough to bind himself to her? But how? She knew he fully well understood her need to remain on Middle Earth at least until Nathor's family knew of his death. After that....She gazed upon his fair face, and saw the longing and anguish there and she realized he was both binding himself to her and saying goodbye. He knew she would not come with him and knew also he was condemming himself to an eternity of pain.

And it was all done for love of her.

Sadril suddenly shook her head and tried to disentangle herself from Legolas' arms. His face grew suddenly alarmed. "What my sweet?"

Sadril managed to place a few inches of distance between them for Legolas refused to let her go and so she laid on his body, looking into his face.

"You cannot do this, Legolas. I will not let you!"

Legolas smiled languidly. "But you cannot stop it, lirimaer. It is done. I have fallen in love with you. I have bound myself to you. It cannot be undone." His bright gaze warmed her face and his hands caressed her back gently. "Come, let me love you, let me have you, my sweet. Let me give myself to you."

Sadril shivered at his words, spoken in a seductive melodic whisper. "Legolas..." She tried once more but he silenced her with a kiss.

Sadril opened her mouth to Legolas' tongue and melted in the fire he fanned. His hands pressed her down on his body and once more she could feel his arousal. His hands caressed her back, while she held on to his shoulders. Licking her neck, Legolas wrapped his strong legs around Sadril and in a swift move she was pinned beneath him.

Slowly Legolas removed her shift, a thin garment which was tied at the waist and just as slowly he caressed her bare legs, smiling at the beauty of her full breasts, licking the stiff nipples, teasing her, licking her leisurely, fixing the taste of her into his memory.

Sadril, overcome by desire, flushed and moaning, writhed beneath Legolas. Never in her life with Nathor had she known this ecstacy. Legolas finally freed her of the shift, bringing her up to a sitting position and pressing her against him and then gently lowering her onto the soft rug.

Slowly he began to kiss her again, first lightly licking her mouth, trailing her neck, her breasts, briefly suckling her nipples which caused her to arch her body into his. He covered her with his own body, and when she arched into him he placed his hands on her hips and ground himself into her. His erection was hard, solid. "Meleth nin, this is for you." He whispered brokenly, while his tongue traced a line of fire to her raven mound. Slowly, he parted her thighs and she gladly welcomed his touch there, moaning his name and many other endearments he barely heard in his passion to taste her.

Gently, his fingers parted her folds and he heard Sadril gasp above him. Opening her thighs wider apart to give Legolas greater access, Sadril moaned his name. Legolas smiled. Slowly he blew on the black curls and he heard her moan his name again. Her body moved beneath him and she writhed in pleasure, looking for release. Slowly Legolas brought his fingers closer to her raven mound, delved inside and drove two slender fingers deep inside her.

Sadril arched her body and screamed in release as her wet folds tightened around Legolas' fingers. Not waiting for her to come down, he withdrew his fingers and brought his mouth to her, his tongue flicking quickly at her nub, her taste driving him on. Once again, Sadril moaned and screamed while Legolas savored her, in his heart saying the words that would bind him to her. Never had he desired another like this, never had the sounds of another's pleasure so consumed him in lust. He continued to lick and taste Sadril until she begged him to stop.

Breathing hard, Legolas drew Sadril into his arms and kissed her deeply and she tasted herself in his mouth and found the experience inflaming her senses to a greater height.

When Legolas broke the kiss, he cupped one breast as he watched her arch into his hand and her head drop back. She moaned deep and low. Legolas watched her with passion-filled eyes as Sadril called his name and straightened to stare into his eyes. Her face was flushed, her mouth open and swollen, her body ready for him. He smiled and she smiled while reaching for his tunic.

"Is that how you kiss, my Lord?" Her voice was heavy with passion, thick and deep.

Legolas smiled in return while she pulled the tunic off. "Yes, my love, that is how I kiss." His eyes held hers for a moment and then she dropped her hands to his erection and closed the space between them until she was nearly sitting on his lap. Closing her fingers around him, Sadril heard Legolas gasp.

"Well, then, my Lord, let me show you how I kiss." Her eyes looked into his face and she saw that his were closed and his mouth slighly open. Pushing herself up she reached his mouth and touched her tongue to his lips and he groaned her name, opening his eyes and catching her in his arms, pulling her into a deep kiss.

While they kissed, Legolas felt Sadril reach toward his boots and he broke the kiss briefly to stand and remove his boots and leggings. In the light of the fire, his skin glowed like her own, but his erection surprised her for he was larger and thicker than Nathor had ever been. Creeping toward him, Sadril surprised Legolas by suddenly taking him fully into her mouth. Twirling her tongue around his erect penis, Sadril heard Legolas moan loudly, and suddenly found he was dropping to his knees, his hands on her hair, massaging her scalp.

She suckled him leisurely, licking, nipping, taking him fully to the shaft, and then releasing him only to draw him back into her mouth. Already she could taste his pearly essence as he fought for control, while her mouth threatened to ravage him completely.

Gently, Sadril brought one hand behind Legolas and cupped him, running a finger between the cleft of his testicles, her tongue twirling around his engorged penis and her cheeks sucking deeply. Holding him by the shaft, she lapped him, drawing him out of her mouth, leaving a glistening trail on him. She flicked her tongue lightly over his length and then sucked him into the heat of her mouth, at times suckling him hard and fast and at others switching to a slow pace.

Legolas' mind ceased to function. He could not think, remember his name even. All he knew was that the one he loved beyond time was at that moment giving him a pleasure he had only heard others talk about and never dreamed would be his to experience.

Sadril's tongue was driving him insane. Shudders of delight flooded into his body, curling his toes and when Sadril's fingers gingerly squeezed him, he exploded into a delirium. All he knew was that he was trapped inside sheer pleasure and that he was powerless to stop it. As his climax rocked him, Sadril moaned with pleasure from the delight she gave Legolas and from the knowledge that he took it from her as well.

She savored his taste, honeyed and salty at the same time, and then, hearing him breathe raggedly, pulled herself against his body, rubbing her breasts over him until she reached his mouth. His eyes were closed and his golden hair was fanned out behind his head. Reaching down to enfold his penis, she was surprised to find him stirring again, and she watched as his eyes fluttered open and they watched her in silence.

Releasing him, Sadril brought her legs around Legolas' hips and straddled him, his penis straining below her mound. Leaning into him, she caressed his chest slowly, and smiled, bringing her lips close to Legolas' mouth. "That is how I kiss you, my Lord."

Legolas smiled at the implied meaning of her words, understanding that she meant to tell him she had never done that before, and that this would be for him only. Reaching for her head, he brought her to him in a languid kiss, savoring his taste on her tongue, feeling her stiff nipples press into his chest and he groaned in pleasure.

Within moments, Legolas had grown ready for Sadril again and held her in his arms, while his hands massaged her back, and he kissed her neck and then licked her mouth. Small moans of delight escaped Sadril. Then, Legolas cupped her face, forcing Sadril to look at him. Soft indigo eyes held her raven gaze. His face radiated sweetness and love and in a soft, tender voice he gave her the words she feared to hear, "I love you, Sadril of Imladris and with this union I bind myself to you." Legolas smiled, happiness and contentment illuminating his face.

Legolas' words pierced Sadril's heart and soul, and she tried to shake her head no, but found instead that he had freed himself from beneath her black curls and was slowly burying himself deeply inside of her. Her eyes closed and she grasped her breasts in pleasure.

Sweet Valar! He was opening her as no one had! How was this possible? She was no virgin, but this complete filling sensation was unknown to her.

Slowly, Legolas ground his hips up and with his hands pushed her pelvis down on him, until golden strands of hair twirled around her raven curls. His hands reached up to hers and removed them from her breasts while he covered them himself, rolling the stiff nipples between his thumb and forefinger.

Sadril placed her hands on Legolas' chest and gasped, the sensation of being so completely filled still numbing her mind. The words came to her unbidden, and in her lust for Legolas, she let them spill forth, "Oh Legolas...you are filling me, so deeply...I don't know..." And then she felt herself contract and Legolas buckled under her, groaning.

"Sweet one, move, please move against me!" He began to thrust up into her and then without thinking, Sadril let her body take over and she began to ride him, moving in unison to his thrusts, a heat coiling from between her legs and spreading through her like liquid fire. Faster and deeper Legolas thrust into Sadril, feeling her energy, feeling her core, knowing he was binding himself at the moment they both released. Legolas felt his soul soar and touch Sadril's. It was a moment of joy and of sadness, for he knew that now he was bound to Sadril and soon would lose her, yet himself doomed to never love another.

He felt Sadril collapse atop him, sated and complete, breathing hard. Still inside her, he caressed her black hair and was rewarded with a gentle kiss on his stomach.

Without speaking, they laid like this, wrapped in each other's arms, passion flaring many times that night, their lovemaking at times slow and leisurely, at others quick and furious.

Legolas took Sadril on the bed, in the tub, on the floor. Sadril surrendered herself to him, each time finding a new way of loving him, a new way to kiss and caress him. His body was beautiful to her, perfectly contoured and fit hers as if made for this very reason.

At last dawn came and it found the exhausted lovers whispering loving words, Legolas resisting what the shafts of bright sunlight told him. One day less with his beloved heart. He tried to not let the sadness creep into his face, but once Sadril saw it, when he did not see that she was watching.

Standing, Sadril left the enclosure of Legolas' arms and returned with his clothing. "Here, my Lord, dress quickly for you have much to do today." She tried to appear non-chalant, but Legolas' eyes were sad as he dressed.

At last it was time for him to leave, and make his arrangements, for his departure. Turning to Sadril, his eyes sought hers.

"Revia amin, meleth nin." His words were whispered, and his hands held hers.

Sadril bit her lower lip and gazed at Legolas. She saw the sadness there. "I am bound to you now, beloved." He said quietly. "I am your husband." His voice was a mere whisper.

Sadril shook off Legolas' hands and turned away from him. "Go, Legolas, before I make another mistake."

Legolas frowned, his heart close to breaking and turned to leave. At the door he stopped and tried one last time. His sweet voice spoke with all the longing in his heart. "Meleth, I knew, when I bound myself to you, that you do not love me. I asked you to sail with me so that your heart may know peace in Aman. You are not bound to me, Sadril. You may choose another."

Sadril did not turn when she answered him for fear Legolas would read her eyes and that would spell disaster for both.

"I know this, Legolas. My choice is made. Please go and may you and Gimli find the Straight Road in peace." Sadril reached the door, keeping her eyes downcast and gently closed the door behind Legolas.

So that was it, thought Legolas and he turned without looking back, his heart torn and bleeding.

Slowly Legolas wound his way toward the dry dock where Gimli was already at work. Seeing the elf approach, he called out, "Rather nice of you to join me." Gimli handed Legolas a saw. "Over there, we need more pitch."

Legolas removed his tunic and stared at Gimli, "What did you say?" His eyes were sad, dull.

Gimli stopped himself just as he was about to chastise the elf when he saw the look of despair on Legolas' face. Compassion filled the dwarf's heart. "She did not accept you?" Gimli kept his voice low.

Legolas shook his head, "Nay." He looked down at the saw in his hand and then raised his eyes to the nearly complete ship. Gimli saw they were full of tears.

"Come, lad." Gimli said gently and took the saw from Legolas' hand. "One day of rest will not put us too far behind."

Gimli watched Legolas for a moment and then came to sit quietly beside his friend, offering a silent companionship that he knew spoke louder to the elf than a thousand words could.

Gimli sighed deeply, looking out at the sea, watching its rolling waves and then became aware of a gentle sound coming from the elf. Turning to look at Legolas, he saw the elf weeping silently, tears coursing down his fair and sad face. Frowning and sighing, helpless, not knowing what to do, Gimli waited with Legolas by his side, listening to the gentle weeping of the distraught elf.

KEY:

Meleth nin = My love
Lirimaer = Lovely one
Revia Amin = Sail with me

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