Ilvana frowned in thought, sipping wine on her balcony as she took in the evening cityscape. The day had been spent packing, parsing and otherwise arranging things into boxes to be sold, returned or given away as she prepared to cut her dealings with this world. The woman had already met with the landlord and discussed the terms of leaving her apartment.

She often times still could scarcely believe she'd never see this place again. And there were still so many things to be done. She had to properly talk things over with Myra, for one. The wishy washy justification she had given her friend the other day for her going off the grid would not work for a lifetime. Few people would wonder but Myra was one of those who deserved at least part of a worthy explanation. What to tell her? What parts to leave out, what parts to share? Then a brief image of darkened depths and slitted pupils swam into vision and she shook her head to brush it away. One day I'll also be free of it.

She felt arms around her waist. "All in due time, luv," the blond whispered as she leaned into him by default.

"So much to consider, to wrap up..."

"And I say this not to burden you further, but know that you'll have no easier time of it over there either, at first."

She sighed. "I know. But I'd be lying if I said I'm not looking forward to becoming a dashing creature such as yourself," she giggled, "...maybe without the attitude though. Besides, you'll be there to help, and we're married now, so you're pretty much done, no more balrogs, patrols, dangerous quests..." she counted jokingly.

Ilva felt his grin against her cheek before the elf drew away to go back inside. He returned with a glass of whiskey, propped himself against the opening to the balcony.

Oh, there's that asshole smirk. You're up to something. Which will either annoy or delight me. Or both.

Ilvana joined him until they faced each other, her smirk mirroring his.

"Technically, we're not married," Fin said with that same knowing look in his eyes that made her wonder, "Yet."

Ilvana crossed her arms. "Alright, I gotta hear this. Do I need to sit down?" An unnamed feeling surged through her as she said this. The woman found herself languidly pacing back from him, the look in her eyes glazed and daring. She seated herself onto the stone edge of the balcony, legs dangling lazily over as she watched him follow.

"Marriage and its consummation," the elf continued his explanation as he approached, "are one and the same for our kind. In strained circumstances," he added when he reached Ilva, placing his glass onto the edge before his palms came flat on either side of her. He leaned forward, even as she playfully tilted her upper body back and slightly away from him.

"You're not serious." Oh, does this mean-

The grin disappeared, his vision set downward. When the elf met her eyes again Ilvana felt a shiver. One she knew very well, one she had felt around him so many times before.

So that's why he was always so... reluctant.

"You're serious. Oh Fin-"

"You had no way of knowing, and I had no reason to tell you. Besides," his hand reached, unsteadily she thought, and the woman keenly felt its warmth over her thigh, "it is something worth waiting for."

Oh yeah, you might just be right there.

A few moments passed in silence.

"Do you remember when we met?" the question came in a gentle voice.

She huffed. "You were a total ass."

Ilvana felt both his hands slide over her thighs then, slowly and deliberately; moving to her hips; reaching up to her waist as the elf effortlessly lifted her off the edge, placing her down on her own two feet before him.

"You told me your name," he continued, bringing Ilvana to him gently until they were into somewhat of a slow dancing position.

"And you proceeded to ignore me," Ilva followed, arms lacing around his neck.

The elf sighed through his teeth, a wistful smile lighting fair features. "I was gutted. After nearly renouncing my search for you at the time, I wandered aimlessly, trusting Them to lead me. And then one night unexpectedly there you were. When you crashed into me my heart nearly stopped, and I thanked Them. But then you looked so miserable, caught as you were in your present life, something I had no inkling about. I had absolutely no idea how to approach you, how to talk to you. Then when you came to me, brave little soul that you are, I wavered, forgetting any plans I might have had. You told me your name, and I couldn't help but say something to maybe get you thinking, but also to feed my own need, to somehow express how I felt."

"Oh, right," Ilva grinned, as she was pulled even closer. "I said I'm Ilvana, and what I got was Yes you are."

"So you do remember."

Oh no, those dimples again. "Yeah, because I thought your wiring was fused then," Ilva joked, a finger pointing to his head, as they continued their slow dance to the tune of a forgotten song in the background. Was it something by Pink Floyd? A pleasant breeze blew through her hair, sending curly strands dancing. He felt so good and warm against her, her body aching where they touched.

"I tried to tell you that you were perfect," the golden haired elf purred. "Your name in our tongue, it means perfect, unmarred."

There go my knees.

"I wanted you to know my meaning so much, but I wasn't allowed to interfere until you awoke to me."

"And then you saved me," her hazel eyes shone with affection. "Can't help yourself being the hero, not even in a parallel plane of existence, can you?"

The elf crushed her to him, the sudden action surprising her. "I saw red. His saving grace was that my strength is significantly reduced outside of Arda."

God, I want him. Say it, say it Day. I want you. I want you to do me all night, the dripping mess that I am. You're so hot the floor melts under your feet. I want you. Cure me of this ache, this storm of sensations when we touch. Please, you magnificent weirdo come straight out of a waking dream...

"Will you just kiss me already?"

His brow furrowed in mock annoyance. "Oi, is that any way to speak to a high lord of the Eldar?"

Her eyes narrowed playfully. "High on your ego, maybe." And Ilva tilted her head to kiss him but the elf was faster to pull away.

He grinned, a desirous glint in his eyes. He took her chin between his fingers. "So impatient, this human form."

"You play dirty, my lord, for all your valiant deeds."

Sharp crystals narrowed on her, lips parted slightly. She felt a light, searing kiss on her forehead.

Come on Blondie, lose yourself with me, you're brave enough to do this. You want to do this.

Those elegant hands slid to her neck, fingers trailing over the spot where her harried life pulse sang.

I'm going to jump him. I swear. He'll be eligible to file a complaint.

Her plan ended abruptly when Ilvana felt the blazing pressure of him on her lips. Electric flickers shot through her entire body and next she all but clung to him, fingers grasping his black shirt, lifting herself up on her toes just to feel more of him. She had longed for this so much, longed for him, and now her heart raced, her body taut and screaming for completion.

He tasted sweeter than her wildest dreams. But this is not enough. "More..." the young woman cooed against his lips.

"More?" the elf asked, smiling before his tongue grazed hers, lifting her to him until her feet barely touched the ground anymore.

"Yesss," Ilvana said with a sigh, giving in to the turbulent sensations his closeness was causing.

"Are you sure you want this now, Ilvanya?"

"Don't you?" the woman lost in him rasped, her voice desperately hoarse.

She saw his pupils dilating, pushing the thinning ribbons of clear irises to the edge. His breathing already harried, lips parted slightly, all he had to do was...

"God...," Ilva whispered aloud without thought as he tasted her again, slowly, exploring the corners of her lips with his tongue.

"...has nothing to do with this," the elf grinned before melding his mouth to hers, sending all her senses askew.

Ilva could feel his pulse becoming erratic, his touch more persistent as he deepened the kiss. They were soon breathless against each other but too eager to care, and it all made her flood and overflow like streams after a deluge.

"Fin," she breathed his name helplessly.

He gently bit on her lip. "Say after me. Glor-fin-del."

"Glor...fin..del..." she obeyed, eyes glazed.

"Good girl."

"I like it, very much," Ilva said through half open lashes, drawn in by his eyes. "It's very you. Glooorious!" she spread her arms out in the air playfully, trapped as she was in his embrace.

"I am glad, my Ilvanya," fingers lightly ghosted her face. He brought his forehead to hers. "How I have missed you." It sounded different as he said this. And she also felt him differently. Graver, more imperious, but also somehow... reverent? That flicker of his true self.

Wordlessly the elf then lifted Ilva in his arms, her legs circling around his hips like a vice. I am never moving from here. Nope. You'll need specialized tools and maybe a taser.

Here he was. An immortal warrior of old in his own world. A slayer of countless enemies, killed a freaking demon, sacrificed his own life for others, was sent back into the world like some sort of painfully perfect Messiah, having traveled between multiple dimensions defying logic and physics and everything in between.

And his fingers trembled when he touched her. This one clearly surrendered to her just as much as she did to him. Vulnerable for her, with her.

I'm done for. I love him. I love him so much it hurts just thinking about being separated from him. Goodbye sense, farewell reason.

One arm was pressing her to him while the other found purchase through her hair as he proceeded inside towards the bed, where they happily draped themselves over each other; the elf propped himself on one forearm, one hand now firmly on her hip, causing her to nearly lose it from the sheer pressure of it on her skin.

Yes touch me, please please touch me...

That hand then moved, painfully slowly, up, up, up until her dress came off and was discarded, landing into a heap somewhere on the floor.

She felt the touch of his fingers, tangling in the straps and slowly sliding her lingerie off completely, leaving Ilvana as naked as the day she was born.

"Devious for an immortal being of light aren't you," she arched playfully into his clothed form.

She yelped as in response she was lifted and drawn into his lap. He breathed her in, hands roaming with just the pressure she needed, lips nipping at her skin.

"Just a little longer," the elf followed, smiling fiendishly. "I want to explore you." Then, eyes closing he started to do just that, causing her to mewl and grasp the sheets, his hair, pulling him closer against her.

"Watch it elf, wouldn't want you poking those beautiful eyes out," Ilva joked between gasps.

He looked up at her, slowly but powerfully sucking on one of her hardened peaks.

Stars exploded behind her eyes. "Argh! Oh you need some professional help, that's what you need...you..." she trailed off, playfully drawing away only to be pulled roughly back into a steel hold.

Oh my, I liked that. Yes I did.

"Stay," he ordered as Ilva ran her fingers through his hair. Her nails lightly grazed his scalp, delighting in his shudder. She swiftly removed his shirt-

Oh.

My.

Fuck.

Those impossibly toned muscles wrapped in firm skin. And those v-lines...

That lopsided grin returned. "Something you like?"

"An understatement," she breathed before their mouths met again and more desperately. Air is overrated anyway. Who needs it when you have this?

The elf leaned forward with her as she playfully arched backward in his hold. That silky tongue glided over her, from flat abdomen to hardened peak to her neck as he brought his lover slowly back to him for a kiss.

Grinning, her mouth slipped from his without warning and next her hands were on his shoulders; her tongue slid straight over his ear.

"Fuck- Ilva!" the blond snapped with a jolt, fingers digging into her skin.

"Now that was very unlordly of you."

He smiled, eyes closing as his lover continued her ministrations. "This is a perilous path you tread."

"I am terrified, great and noble elf lord," her tongue slipped over his inner lobe, then back to the pointed tip.

"Nát vára orco..." he hissed between his teeth.

Went into Elfspeak. Hot. Why am I surprised?

She looked back into his face. "I hope that wasn't about my mother."

He scoffed, still smiling, his eyes kind and loving.

Oh you like my crappy humor. Just admit it, it's ok. We all have our guilty pleasures.

With that Ilvana resumed her game, insistently nipping on his ear, alternating between his lips then his other ear, reveling in the feel of his panting breath washing over her skin. She couldn't resist trailing her kiss to his chin, that wonderful jaw, and down his neck to his collarbone until her golden warrior was strung as tense as a bow in her arms. Just a little longer. If you like to torture me, I can torture you too.

"I said-" He suddenly shifted and threw her down on her back, looking at her with blue flames for eyes, so bright and beautiful, arms on either side of her head.

"-that you are a dirty orc."

"You know you love me," she cooed but then her eyes widened, realizing the words had escaped her. Ilva often used it as a casual expression but now, to them, it was like turning the lock. They both knew. But she didn't want to make it seem like it had to be said. Mouth to brain connection failure. Crud.

"Ilva..."

"No, I just meant..." please don't say it, please don't make anything of it, it's fine, let's get back to sexing each other and forget I said it for now.

Then something happened that melted her. His eyes softened, no lust, nothing else in them other than pure affection.

"You are the love of my life," he whispered, a smile she had never seen on him lighting that perfect face, the look in his eyes bringing her heart close to bursting. Illvana was drowning in a bright, flaming sun, her longing painful against those maddeningly hard hips.

"I-... you-... " Eloquence at its finest. But he was so distracting, and his sudden passionate movements took her by surprise.

"I have sought you across worlds, ages, time and space," Fin followed, lifting himself briefly and unzipping his jeans before regaining his position, one hand helping to easily slide everything off completely as the other tangled possessively in a good portion of her hair, keeping her pinned in his hold.

Woah, Go Glorfindel. Go you lovely beast. Damn this... aches. You're just as desperate for me, I feel it. Come on, do it, just...

"And I am never, ever, losing you again," the elf said breathlessly to a positively dazed Ilva, his chest raw and panting against her own, his hand still caught in her hair as he slipped his tongue into her mouth, brought her legs to encircle him.

"Please, just..." Ilva sighed when both his hands pulled her hips to him, eyes on hers as he found her. Like a known path he was now, sensations she had enjoyed so desperately and willingly before. She locked her arms around his neck, hips tilting upward; heard him gasp and closed her eyes, drowning in him perfectly, never wanting to escape him.

"Look at me," she heard and obeyed, eyes rolling to the back of her head when he completed her again with one fluid motion. His skin, that mouth, his taunting of her were building a dangerous peak to fall from and the woman looked at her lover again, giving in to it all, helplessly clinging to him like a lifeline as they had each other. She couldn't help it, because he would not stop, because he did it again, and again, and again, setting a rhythm that was killing her, eyes never straying from her face.

This...

is...

..freaking...

Oh f... those beautiful, angled thrusts.

...amazing...

She remembered this. She remembered his warmth, being one. Clear rivers and lush forests, the stars under darkened skies. Sun rays dancing in her hair through wide, intricately carved windows. The wind against her face, their horses in a gallop across wide fields.

Beautiful figures in white, witnessing their joined hands atop a lonely hill. He faced her clad in white and gold, a warrior in all his splendor. Long hair aglow like the sun falling freely to his waist, pulled back from his face in ceremonial braids; eyes bright as stars boring into hers.

"Antan melmenya lenna," he whispered, hands entwining with her own.

"Antan... melmenya lenna...," she replied in turn, her voice her own but not her own, her green robes flowing in the wind, her fiery hair spun with yellow flowers, eyes drowning in his; drowning in each other.

His movements never ceased, killing her, crushing and rebuilding her. Then she soared into the firmament, her body arching into his, shattering, dispersing with the wind. He held her tightly, so tight she fused with him, erratic and sweet, warm light spilling in torrents inside of her; felt his face burying in the crook of her neck. Then everything started to lessen and became a pleasant murmur. She was back in his arms. All she heard after was his panting breathing, so soft against her lips, her neck, her forehead.

"What... was that?" Ilva asked in the ensuing silence. His hand roamed over her from waist to hip as the woman faced him on her side, propped on one elbow. Up and down.

"Luv, I believe that was our binding," Fin said, grinning at her lazily.

"You could have warned me it was going to be so-..."

"Intense?"

"Yes," she cooed, drinking him in. Not that I'm complaining. And to think I might have missed this. Oh lordy lords have mercy, I could get used to this.

The first light of dawn shone through the windows.

His grin turned haughty. "And have you knowing what to expect? Zero fun in that."

"I hate you."

He brushed a finger over her still reddened lips. "That's not what you said earlier."

Right, things turned all magick at one point. I went into Elfspeak? What did I say?

'I give you my love.'

Oh...

He smiled, knowing she remembered.

"But, how?"

"If I am to guess, a renewal of our bond. I wasn't sure myself what would happen. You have few memories of your previous life, and through our link some of them may have been passed on. The vow is for life, and now things got...

"Reset."

His smile widened.

That makes sense. I knew what I meant when I said it.

"So what now?"

"Now..." he said, sighing and locking eyes with her, his face turned serious.

Oh crap, I'm not gonna like this am I.

"We get some breakfast."

She snorted, slapping his arm playfully. "Does toast count as part of the ceremony?"

His smile turned impish, displaying those dimples in all their glory. "Only if I eat it off you."

So fucking hot with that grin and you know it, you bastard.

"We could do what we did last time."

"Which was?"

"Which was," he took her hand and placed it to his chest. His heartbeat quickened her blood. "Taking you to bed for the rest of the day, with a few breaks in between."

Yes please. She pursed her lips, trying and failing to seem unfazed. "Well, I could deal with that." Then her mouth quivered in a smile. "If you can take it."

Her husband scoffed, a knowing glint in his eyes as he reached to pull her closer for a kiss. "Oh I will, wife, I will."

Oh man.

A/N:

"The End"

Or is it?...

But really, thank you all for staying with me for this fast paced, casual little love story. I've written a few (very) Mature companion pieces to this, should you be interested. Farewell!