Warning: Lemonade, Lemon Meringue, Lemon Sorbet, Lemons!

Neither of them spoke as Lexi led Fìlì through the quiet halls of Rivendell. Her room had always been in the guest quarter, even though she had long outstripped what could ever be politely called a guest. For the most part, she had usually been alone in the wing and if the stillness of the hallways indicated anything, it was that they were to be the sole occupants again tonight.

Lexi paused in front of the door of the room that had been her oasis from the time she awoke in pain, in a strange land, surrounded by out worldly people. She put a hand on it, remembering when it was part of her daily life; a life that seemed so far in the past now, after everything she'd been through since she left.

She opened the door and drew Fìlì inside after her, still lost in memories.

As she moved further in the room, she dropped his hand and started to run hers along the vanity table that she'd spent time learning from Ainleyn how to arrange her hair in Elvish fashion.

She moved onto the dresser, that, upon looking into the first drawer, still held her clothes, including the strange (to the elves), torn and stained jeans, sweater and jacket she'd been wearing when Gandalf had carried her, dying, into Rivendell. The elvish tailors had marvelled at the zippers, colours and branding of each article and questioned her closely about their manufacture and purpose. She'd been at a loss to explain how zippers were made, unfortunately for them.

She plucked a book off the top, a copy of popular Elvish myths that Linder had commissioned for her as gift. She wanted to take it with her when they left again, as she'd always treasured it and was unsure when, or if, she'd return a third time.

She wandered on to the full-length window that opened into the common grounds and held a pool that was naturally warmed from an underground spring. She's spent a lot of time in that pool when she'd recovered enough from her injuries to hobble to it. It has eased her pain and given her time to think. Sometimes, she would immerse herself until only her upturned face was above the waterline and she would stare at the sky, pretending it was the sky of her childhood, trying to understand what had happened, how it had happened and sometimes even if it were real.

Letting the curtain drop, she reigned in the memories, sighed and resolutely put them properly into the past. There was no going backwards. She turned to Fìlì, who was her present and her future.

He stood by the door where she had left him, silent, watching – letting her drift through her memories without interruption. Being his wonderful self.

All joking with Kìlì aside, Lexi's plan for the evening had been to discuss Ainleyn rudeness, Thorin's sullenness, Fìlì's discomfort with her revelation of her time spent at Rivendell and to apologize that she hadn't shared that part of her life sooner, as it seemed to upset him a little. Basically, she'd planned a whole lot of talking and, maybe at the end, another heady make-out session as a reward for 'adulting' the situation properly. Now she wondered when she should divulge her real history. Or even if she should. It was not so much she wanted to hide it, but more that she was at a complete loss to explain it. Even Elrond, with his interminable patience and desire for knowledge had eventually given up trying to make sense of what she was telling him. Because it didn't make any sense; not really. He kept saying he believed her, but what frame of reference did they have in common to build on? She might as well have been asking him to believe she lived on the moon before showing up in Gandalf's arms. Only she didn't know where the moon was, or how she'd left it, or arrived where she was now. Some days, Lexi started to wonder if she believed herself. Maybe she'd been injured and left by someone from Westron and dreamed up Toronto, her family and friends, her life. But then there were the zippers, the Dish Jeans, the Patagonia Jacket, Sorrel Boots, sitting just over there in the drawer and she knew it was all real.

But seeing him there, being his glorious self, golden hair shining in the moonlight, the beads in his hair and beard glinting and those changeable hazel eyes fixed on her drove most of the rational thought out of her brain. The time to talk was in day light, with brightness, with birds singing and people working. Moonlight, with its darkness, its silence, when all were sleeping, was time for something more.

Lexi crossed the room, holding Fìlì's gaze, until she stood in front of him again. She cupped his cheek, running her thumb along the bristly border of his beard. His eyes seemed to darken but he did not move. Lexi pressed against him and kissed him, slowly, deeply; a kiss that in its own way was a conversation. It was a kiss that told him she wanted him, a kiss that asked him to stay with her this night, a kiss that gave him permission to her bed.

He did not disappoint.

With a growl, deep in his throat and sexy as hell, Fìlì's arm wrapped around her waist to pull her tightly against him. After thoroughly kissing her mouth, he moved on to her jaw and neck, sucking, licking, adding in the occasional playful nip. His other hand grasped one side of her bum, pulling her against him. Lexi struggled to formulate full words. All she was capable of was whispering, whimpering and moaning his name, somewhat breathlessly, over and over, "Fìlì!"

Sliding his other hand around the other side of her bum, he lifted her up effortlessly as her legs wrapped naturally around his waist. She was lost to the feeling of his mouth on hers, the taste of his lips, the texture of his tongue; the way his hair felt as she ran her hand through it; the strength of him as he carried het to the bed.

Breaking the kiss, he gently laid her on the feather mattress. Lexi scooched to the middle and the popped up on her knees the meet him in the middle. Grasping the back his head, she pulled him into another deep and lingering kiss, but now her mind was working overtime.

She. Wanted. Those. Clothes. Off. Him.

She started fumbling with the laces on the left side of his Dwarvish overcoat, trying to keep the kiss going while getting it done. in the meantime, Fìlì was working on the buttons of her elvish overcoat. Finally she abandoned the kiss, to start working on the laces in earnest; why were they so damn tight? Fìlì had managed three of the many buttons of her coat, but was starting to curse under his breath.

Lexi was suddenly struck by memory of an awkward date when she was 16, and she and Brent Harris started making out in the front seat of his car in front of her house at the end of a movie date. She could still recall his fumbling attempts to unhook her bra at the back. She didn't really want him too, but was too inexperienced to say 'no', so she'd let him fumble around for a while until he gave up and tried to go up the front of her shirt instead. Thank goodness her brother had thrown on the porch light, giving Lexi the excuse to break off and go inside. The memory made Lexi smile, and then, suddenly, she was giggling at the memory and how similarly fumbling this situation seemed, though it was her too this time. This time though, she wanted Fìlì to succeed getting her clothes off. She wanted it very much. And yet, here they were, struggling with the fastenings like two teenagers. That thought made Lexi laugh harder, and when she met Fìlì's quirked eyebrow gaze, she laughed harder still.

Finally she gasped out "You do you & I'll do me, or we'll be at this all night!" Lexi started effortlessly unbuttoning her own coat to prove her point. Fìlì ran a hand through her hair, kissed her forehead, grinned a her and then started easily on his own laces. Soon they were flinging articles of clothing off the side of the bed. Fìlì even started making a bit of a show of it to her surprise; giving her a bit of wink when her started removing an alarming number of knives from about his person and an arch look when he started on the lacings on the front of his trousers. This was a lighthearted facet of him that she'd not met yet and she was delighted by it. Fìlì left most of the humourous antics to his younger brother but apparently there was more of a sense of humour than he's been letting on. She loved it.

However once the last garments hit the floor, Lexi sobered up again quickly.

Fìlì's body was amazing in all it's naked glory. Her hands drifted toward him, wanting to feel the planes of his well-muscled chest, covered in the same golden hair that crowned his head and filled his face. Fìlì let her hands explore his chest, arms, thighs and face. All the while, she was aware of his semi-erect penis, nestled in the hair at the apex of his thighs. It was...large and for the first time, Lexi felt a bit nervous. What if she couldn't accommodate him? She wanted this connection with him; she loved him more than she'd ever known she could love someone. But, facing facts, her body wasn't made to fit his.

Fìlì plucked her hand off his chest and nuzzled his face into it. How he knew it would make her feel better almost immediately was one of those mysteries that was him. He seemed to know what she needed, often before she even knew herself. He then reached out and started his own exploration, fondling her breasts, running his hands along her arms, her collarbone, her ribcage and along her thighs. Suddenly, her pulled her forward, so she was straddling his thighs and started sucking on her breasts; first one, than the other. Desire started dulling the worries hovering at the back of her brain. It just felt so good. Lexi ran her fingers through his hair, encouraging him to continue his ministrations on her breasts. A moan escaped her lips and she actually felt him smile against her as the sound reached his ears. Cocky bastard.

Lexi felt like she was melting and could feel her desire pooling between her legs, knowing he must feel it too. Almost like he could hear her thoughts, one of his hands reached down and began gently stroking the liquid path between her legs. Lexi gasped and nipped his shoulder in approval. Fìlì's mouth continued to play with her nipples, alternately licking, and sucking with the occasional soft bite while his fingers stroked a blissful rhythm against her pussy. Lexi tried to keep kissing him, but she was rapidly unspooling and having trouble concentrating on anything but his mouth on her breast and hand on her pussy.

Then he inserted a finger.

Lexi hadn't known she was going to be that sensitive, and that one finger would almost sent her over the edge. She'd given up any attempt to do anything but weakly lean against him. His thumb was working her clit as his finger stroked in and out. Where had he learned to do this, she almost jealously wondered? He was no amateur. Just when she was pondering in the back corner of her mind how jealous she should be, he inserted a second finger. After a few strokes, it did send her over the edge. Lexi climaxed, hard, her walls clenching his fingers as the waves of bliss washed over her. She collapsed against him.

"Wow", she muttered into his chest. She felt a laugh rumbled through it.

After giving herself a moment to re-orient, Lexi reached determinedly between them to start stroking Fìlì's now fully hard cock. She wanted to make him feel as good as he made her feel.

Fìlì closed his eyes and groaned, obviously enjoying her hands on him. Lexi knew what she wanted to do next, but was a little unsure if it would be considered acceptable. Throwing caution to the wind, she kissed him hard on the lips and then dipped her head and licked his cock, starting at the base and slowly working to the tip; finally taking the whole top into her mouth. Fìlì gasped and when she snuck a look up towards his face, he looked positively pole-axed. Keeping her eyes on him to gauge reaction, she swirled her tongue around and took a little more of the top in her mouth. Fìlì groaned again, the sound resonating deep in his chest. His hand drifted into her hair, supporting her head. Lexi learned two things in that moment; experienced or not, no one had done this for him before and he was definitely OK with it. With that green light, Lexi threw herself into pleasuring him. Gripping his shaft in both hands, Lexi worked on setting a rhythm of rubbing, licking and sucking, feeling cocky herself when he started rocking into her mouth. She mixed it up by occasionally taking his large balls into her mouth and sucking gently. The first time she did this, she was awarded with another look of total surprise on his face, that melted into another chest rumbling groan. Better and better. By this time, she'd worked him fully onto his back, so his whole body was her playground. As she sucked him, she also occasionally played with his beard, his nipples; ran her hands up and down his chest and thighs, enjoying the feeling of him under her hands and in her mouth. Soon he started to become erratic in his breathing and movements and she knew he was close. She double down with both hands on his shaft and focused on pulling him as deep into her mouth as she could.

"Lexi!" He looked at her frantically and she could tell he was worried that he couldn't hold back.

She popped her mouth off his cock and answered, "It's OK Fìlì, just come." She returned to her ministrations.

With a bellow, he did come - hard. Lexi took it all in, swallowing as streams of his seed burst into her throat.

Now it was his turn to lie bonelessly back, trying to get his breathing back to normal.

Lexi felt rather proud of herself.

She slithered off the bed and went over to the sideboard where there was always a flagon of wine and some tidbits of food to be found. The elves were consummate hosts; no one would ever be hungry in their company. She felt that they could both use with a bit of refreshment. She poured out two glasses of watered wine and made a little plate of cheese, bread, fruit and nuts. Balancing it all together, she headed back to the bed.

Fìlì's gaze was...appreciative...as Lexi strolled nakedly across the room. She felt quite good about that. She handed him a glass and the plate, which he placed on the side table on his side of the bed. She set her glass down and was climbing back on the bed when he pounced. She was always shocked how quick he moved despite his stocky frame. He pulled her onto him and kissed her thoroughly for a few minutes. Letting her go, he reached over and brought back to plate, balancing it on his chest. Lexi chose a couple of cherries to nibble on, while Fìlì hoovered up some of the cheese and bread. She could feel him playfully sizing her up.

"You are a magical creature."

Lexi tried to look modest but truth be told, she was chuffed that he looked so happy and relaxed.

"You're not so bad yourself", she offered, picking a couple of candied nuts off the plate.

"This was your room...before?" He asked her.

Lexi nodded and looked around, "I spent a lot of time here, about a year, and they left it as mine. It still has all my things. It was, is, a peaceful place. Sometimes I miss it." She hadn't meant to say that, but it just came out. She realized it was because it was true. Sometimes she did miss it.

She could see him taking in the room, adjusting to the thought that she'd lived here for such along time.

"It's nice", which was just about as much as Fìlì ever said about anything when he was in a thoughtful mood.

Watching him lie in her bed, being thoughtful, kind, intelligent and gorgeous, Lexi started to feel a bit of fire stirring in her belly again. Enough with the pre-show, it was time for the main event. Even though she was still a bit nervous about logistics, she learned that Fìlì was a generous lover and she trusted him to love her the way she needed him to.

She put the almost empty plate on the side table and then plucked the nearly empty wine glass out of his fingers as he was about to drink the last bit. She downed it herself with a mischievous smile, earning a chuckle.

Turning back, she spread her naked body on his and kissed him with intent. Fìlì responded, kissing her deeply, cupping bum and wedging her tightly against him. She felt her core heating up again and felt Fìlì begin to harden against her belly. Wanting hands on him again, she stroked his cock, marvelling in at the feel of the velvet hardness; glorifying in her ability to make him want her. Meanwhile, Fìlì was testing her readiness, running a finger through her slickness.

Lexi expected them to go missionary. It was what most men seem to prefer, but Fìlì had a different idea. Still kissing her deeply, he rolled them onto their sides and pulled her top leg up, hooking it over his hip. This move positioned his cock right against her vagina. Lexi tensed, ready for him to push inside her.

Instead, Fìlì started sliding his cock along her slick slit, rubbing her clit with the tip. It felt fantastic. Lexi was almost embarrassed at the sounds she started making, but she couldn't stop. Fìlì was looking at her like a satisfied cat that just caught a mouse. He seemed to be enjoying her embarrassing noises, so she gave up trying to contain them. He was going to make her come again, and he'd never even been inside her yet. Lexi was starting to feel desperate.

"Fìlì please," she gasped out.

"Please, what?"

Was he teasing her?

Lexi decided to take the bull by the horns, or in this case, the cock in the hands. She reached down and positioned him at her core and started pushing herself onto him. By this point, she'd forgotten all about tense; she wanted him inside her more than she'd ever wanted anything else.

Fìlì's hand was around her hip, guiding her onto his shaft. After he was about an inch in, she hesitated. He was large and it was a tight fit. Fìlì kissed her again and then started to pull out.

"No, no, no, no", she gasped. She wanted this, she really wanted this..

"Patience Amrâlimâ, patience".

Not her strong point.

He pulled almost completely out and then started to gently push back in again. Yes! The side position allowed her to control how much of his cock she could take. It allowed her the freedom to back off a bit if she wanted and to allow more if she wanted. She was a fan.

They managed a couple more inches this time before she started to tense against him again. Fìlì immediately pulled back again, before they started to slowly come together again, each time a little deeper than the last. Lexi marvelled at his control; it was only his ragged breathing that gave away his struggle to keep things slow. After a few more slow strokes, he was finally buried completely inside her. They paused for a moment, giving Lexi time to adjust. The need to move, to feel the friction of him inside her soon overcame her and she started to move back and forth on him. After her first few thrusts against him, Fìlì couldn't hold back anymore; nor did she want him to. He started to match her thrusts and soon they were ramping up to a steady rhythm. Lexi felt like she was on fire and only Fìlì could douse the flames. She could barely keep it together when his tongue started to delve into her mouth, keeping time with his thrusting cock. Before long, she felt the build of another orgasm coming. Unable to concentrate on anything but his wondrous cock turning her wild, she abandoned his mouth, her focus only for her tightening pussy.

"Fìlì, yes, yes, yes!"

Lexi knew that some people called it "the little death' but she always thought is was an exaggeration by people who liked to pretend an orgasm was more than it was. This time, however, she understood.

The orgasm ripped through her like an earthquake. Her walls clenched Fìlì's cock so hard that she was briefly worried that she might hurt him. She had almost no control over her body as she shuddered against him again, again and yet again. She thought she might have even blacked out a little. Just as she was coming back to earth, she felt Fìlì become erratic in his thrusts and breathing and knew he was ready too. With a animalistic growl (that she quite appreciated), he stiffened and came, hard, inside her. He stroked and came again, and stroked and came again and with a final few strokes, came one last time.

They collapsed against each other. Lexi buried her face in his beard, luxuriating in the musky sweat he was coated him. Fìlì kissed her forehead. They stayed like that for a bit. Too blissed out to move.

Finally, Lexi rolled on her back, regretting the feeling of Fìlì sliding out of her. He rolled over on his back too, throwing one arm up around his head.

"Amazing," she murmured. She saw Fìlì grin out of the corner of her eye.

"Yes', he agreed.

"Pretty proud of yourself?"

Fìlì grinned more broadly, "yes", he agreed again.

Lexi chuckled, "Well, you should be."

She stretched and snuggled over to his side, warm. drowsy and sated. In a classic Fìlì move, her tucked her into his side, wrapping one arm around her. Protecting her in her sleep, even in one of the safest place in the world.

They slept.