Cosette didn't listen to Legolas' cries. Her free hand moved down to his breeches. Relax Legolas, it's ok! We've done this before! She told him, kissing and lavishing his neck with her tongue and lips. Once his breeches were undone, she smiled and kissed him deeply once more. Just let me show you...remember..... She whispered against his skin. Cosette licked his lips before kissing and biting them again. Her hand began to stroke his lengh.

'Let a ploughman plough, but choose an otter for swimming, and for running light over grass and leaf, or over snow...an Elf.'