They snuggled under the fur blankets.

“Can you see me?” she asked.

“Mmm.” Leaning over her, Legolas stroked a strand of hair from her face. “My lovely Eowyn.”

“That is not fair.”

“No. But you can feel me.” He lifted her hand.

“Oh. Yes…” She grasped his thick erection, feeling a hollow ache, deep inside her—

Then his mouth found hers and, suddenly, he was straddling her, and he lowered himself upon her, and his penis was pressing hard against her trembling flesh; and she opened herself to him, and then cried out as he drove himself home, filling her.