Title & Chapter Number: Boromir's Property 1/1
Author(s): - Author's Index
Website: Of Elves and Men
Fandom: Tolkien
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: I don't know or own them, and I make no profit from their use.
Special Warnings: None
Betas: Mayetra
Cast: Haldir and OCF
Timeline: Sometime before LOTR
Spoilers: None
Summary: Lilly is captured by our intrepid March-Warden. What will he do with her? (Come on, you know me! Guessing has to be easy!)
Notes: I tried to make Hal a slave and he said he'd prefer a make master. We aim to please. This is for the Challenge at NF: write a slave fic. has to have haldir in it, any pairing, het and slash both. here's my het one. of course hal has to do his stint as a slave too in another one.
Just looking at the human girl made him want her beneath him. But she wasn’t his. She belonged to the Steward of Gondor, or more likely, his son. The chain on her wrist told him this. But he had caught her in the edge of the forest that he and his brothers, among others, guarded.
A human female.
He had seen few of them, never one close up. He walked around her. Her hair was long and dark, almost as dark as Arwen’s. She was a lot shorter than she-elves were, her head coming only to his chest. Her body, oh, her body was round and soft. Her breasts were rather bigger than any he’d ever seen and her hips were wider than most of his kind’s. He couldn’t believe how aroused he was getting from just looking at her.
"What are you called?" He asked her in the tongue of Gondor.
She just stared ahead and said nothing. He reached down and grabbed her jaw, lifting her face up to look into his. "You will answer me," he sneered.
She said nothing, just glared at him. She wasn’t afraid of him. She belonged to Boromir, who could be at turns gentle and brutal, one never knew which he would be. This pretty blond wasn’t scaring her much. She was a bit surprised when he lifted her up off the ground and held her up so close to his face that his nose touched hers.
"What is your name, girl?"
"Lilly, my name is Lilly."
He let her fall to the ground, stumbling onto her knees. He thought how much he’d like to keep her there as he looked at her. He wondered if she were good with her mouth.
"Well, Lilly, it would seem that you are mine for now." He turned to Rúmil and said, "Tie her up and bring her along." Rúmil complied as Haldir turned and began walking back in the direction he had come from, seemingly dismissing her from his mind as well as his sight.
Nothing was further from the truth. He walked in front because he didn’t want her or his brothers to see his erection. Damn her. A human! A dirty, smelly human female. And he wanted her desperately. He would have her tonight, and there was nothing that would stop him.
Lilly was tired. She had escaped from Minas Tirith with help. One of the cooks had packed her some food and had given her extra clothing for her journey. She had worked hard when Boromir was not at home, doing everything from being chambermaid to laundress. She had even shoveled stables on Denethor’s whim. As a result, she was strong and able. She just wasn’t sure where she was going. She had ended up closer to this elf wood than she had meant to and now she was a captive. A bed and a bath would be nice. She doubted she would get either. She’d gone from one Master to another, it seemed.
~*~*~*~
It took several hours of walking deeper and deeper into the woods to reach the talan that was home to Haldir. Lilly was amazed at the elf-homes in the huge mellryn trees. She had heard tales of elves all her life but this one and his companions were the first ones she’d ever seen close up.
The other elves seem to disappear into the forest leaving her alone with her new Master, as she thought of him already. She was surprised when he got something out of his pack then laid the pack beside the tree. Now what?
"We are going to the stream for a bath. You smell." He led her down a path to a small stream that been dammed up to make a bathing pool for him and the other elves who lived up in this area of the woods. There was no bathhouse or building. The weather tended to stay warm here so it was always warm enough to bathe in the little pool.
Lilly stood beside the water. She didn’t want to remove her clothes. She had seen his lust and had noticed the bulge he kept trying to hide. It didn’t take elven senses to see something that noticeable.
"Take off your clothes, human."
She blushed, but she didn’t move. He stepped closer to her and spoke in a deceptively soft voice.
"Lilly, I want you to take your clothes off for me. If you do not, I will do it for you."
She swallowed hard and pulled her thin cotton shirt off over her head. She removed her soft boots then she slipped the leggings she wore over her hips and let them drop around her ankles, stepping out of them. She looked up at the tall elf. His face was a study in lust. His eyes were dark and he breathed through his mouth in short, harsh pants as his eyes were fixed on her full breasts with nipples that responded to his stare.
He never took his eyes from her as he stripped his own clothes off. He was busy looking at her chest and the nest of dark curls between her legs. Lilly was enjoying what she saw too. The elf was taller than Boromir. His skin was pale, but not pasty. It looked more like he was made of moonlight. His chest was broad though not as broad as a man’s was. Her gazed dropped to his erect manhood as it jutted out proudly from silvery curls. He was well endowed, maybe even more than her Master. He stood on long muscular legs. There was a part of her that wanted to reach out and touch him.
"Master?" Her voice came out a hoarse whisper.
"Yes?" He was still short and terse in his replies. She knew it shouldn’t matter to her. He was her captor, after all, but it did. She actually wanted to please him. She had never cared whether she pleased Boromir or not, not that he even noticed.
"Do you have a name? I would know it if you will allow me."
He held the bar of fragrant soap that he taken from his pack earlier. He moved closer to her and took her hand, leading her into the water.
"Haldir, my name is Haldir. You may call me that."
The water came up to her chest. It was warmer than Lilly had thought it would be. He moved close to her in the water, dipping the soap down into the pool to wet it. She turned her back to him and he lifted her hair from her shoulders.
He began to soap up her skin. He was pleased to see how pale and smooth her skin was. He resisted the urge to kiss it as he bathed her. He reached down under the water and washed her bottom, his hands lingering on the soft globes. He wanted to bend his knees and press his cock against her, wanted to lift her up and impale her with it. He did neither. He turned her around and began to wash her shoulders in the front. Soon enough, his hands were soaping her breasts, and his breathing was becoming a little ragged.
Lilly was on fire as his thumbs almost absently rubbed her nipples until they ached. Boromir’s touch had never felt this way. He usually just squeezed her breasts until they were bruised from his hands. She found herself leaning toward him, wanting his mouth on them, wanting him to suckle them.
Haldir stopped himself when he would have leaned down to kiss one of those dark little peaks that were tormenting him so. He wanted her and he would have her tonight but not right now. He needed her... her what? Her trust maybe. He wasn’t sure.
He washed her long, almost black hair, amazed at how much like elven hair it looked. He dried her with his own tunic when they got out of the water and wrapped it around her as he walked her back to his talan. He helped her up through the round hole in the floor and smiled a little at her wide-eyed look of amazement.
"You have never seen a talan." It was a statement, not a question, again delivered in that cool manner.
"Mas-Haldir, I have never seen an elf before today, except two I saw at a great distance in Minas Tirith once when I was a child. You are the first."
As he rummaged through her pack for clothing, he asked her a question. "And now that you have seen an elf very close up, what do you think?"
He handed her another pair of leggings and a clean white cotton shirt.
"You are very comely, Ma-Haldir." As she dressed, her eyes were riveted to his nakedness. "So are the other two elves who were with you."
"Those were my brothers, Orophin and Rúmil." He went to the kitchen part of the small talan and unwrapped a loaf of bread on a small table. Still naked and beautiful, he cut thick slices and drizzled honey on them from a crock. He poured water from a pitcher into two silver goblets.
"Come and eat, Lilly. You must be hungry from your journey." There seemed to be even a touch of sarcasm in these words, though they appeared to be spoken in kindness. She moved to sit on the floor by the low table. She bit into the bread and almost moaned in pleasure. It was fresh and sweet, and it was all she could do not to hum as she ate it.
She looked up to see Haldir smiling slightly at her. She licked a bit of honey from her lip, and couldn’t help but notice that his still hard penis twitched.
"What will you do with me?" She asked suddenly.
"Tonight I shall take you to my bed and teach you how to pleasure an elf."
She shivered involuntarily at the thought of having him inside her. She knew not why though, she had never felt much more than disappointment at the act that men seemed to value above all others. It always left her sad and unfulfilled, wanting something that she couldn’t identify.
Haldir wondered how long he could wait. He probably should have dressed at least, but he was enjoying how intimidated his nakedness made her.
Their dinner of bread and honey was soon over and Lilly had to admit that her excitement was almost as great as her fear. Would he hurt her, would he take her selfishly as she’d been taken before? His hands on her in the pool had made her achy inside, something she had not felt with Boromir.
"Are you tired?" He had noticed her fatigue once or twice, as she would just close her eyes and be still for a bit when she got the chance.
"Yes, Master, I am tired. I have walked far from Gondor to find my freedom, only to be caught and lose it again." Suddenly, she was near tears, feeling despair at her failure and dreading going back to the punishment that she knew awaited her.
"You may rest in my bed, little human. I will leave you alone if you wish."
She was near tears at his sudden kindness.
"Master, I would not put you from your bed. Surely we can share it." Her voice was lower for some reason that she didn’t quite understand.
"If I come to the bed, Lilly, I will not be able to keep from touching you." His voice was rough velvet and she knew he was actually asking her if she wanted him.
"Then you will have to touch me." She rose and walked toward the small, soft pallet that was his bed. She lay down, still dressed and watched as he crossed the talan slowly. He knelt down beside the bed.
"I would not take you unwillingly, though you might be a slave. Tell me, Lilly, do you wish to join with me?"
"Yes, my Master." She opened her arms and he went into them, still kneeling. He kissed her, surprised by her closed mouth. He flicked his tongue across her lips, and was met by a surprised little sound. He pulled back and looked at her. Her eyes were wide with astonishment.
"What is it, my little one?"
"I’ve never had anyone do that before."
"Never had anyone kiss you?" Haldir was confused. He thought she was a pleasure slave to the man from Gondor. Had he been mistaken?
"My Master did not kiss me when he…" she let the sentence trail off. Haldir said nothing, just kissed her again, a sweet gentle kiss that turned more passionate as she finally parted her lips for him. She sighed as his tongue gently touched hers. She was amazed at how he made her feel. He kissed her face, her jaw, her round ear. She lay still and whimpered, her only movement the hand that reached up to smooth his soft hair.
Lilly wasn’t the only one amazed. Haldir was amazed at her softness and her scent. Her female scent was stronger, more potent than that of she-elves, and it was having a profound affect on him. He felt an urgency that he hadn’t felt since his first fumbling attempts at joining many, many years before. He would control, he told himself. After all, he was an elf.
When his kisses wandered down from her neck to her chest, Lilly arched her back as he closed his lips over a cotton covered nipple and sucked until her shirt was wet and clung to her dark bud. Lilly had never had her breasts suckled in any fashion. The best she got from Boromir was a rough pinch or bite. Her insides were wet now and she noticed a hollow ache deep inside too.
He peeled back her thin shirt and looked down at her breasts. He leaned back down and rubbed his cheek over the soft flesh, capturing a naked nipple in his mouth as his hand gently caressed the other breast. He lay on the bed then, laying close to her as he touched and kissed her. His fingers worked the laces on her leggings. When they were loose, he slipped his fingers inside.
She was already wet and he had to bite his lip to keep from moaning out loud. She did moan when he found her clitoris with his questing fingers. Her eyes flew open as he continued to rub her. He sat up so he could strip the leggings completely from her, throwing them to the floor and opening her legs.
"So beautiful," Haldir whispered to her as he lay down between her legs and tasted her. She tried to pull away. This was something new, and the feeling was so intense that it felt close to pain as he ran his tongue up and down over her swollen nub. His tongue teased its way down to slip inside her as he continued to stroke her with his fingers. Nothing had ever felt like this, certainly not her own fumblings with her body after Boromir left her wanting more.
When he slipped his fingers into her, she wrapped her legs around his neck and arched up into him, screaming his name in pleasure. He sucked at her as he smiled to himself. She was a surprise. Why would Boromir not pleasure such a delightful creature? When her shudders stopped, he unwrapped her legs and rose up between her legs. He could not wait much longer. He pulled her up so her bottom rested on the fronts of his thighs and he opened her legs. He just slid her closer and closer until his cock nudged her opening, then he pulled her all the way against him, pressing himself deep inside her as her legs came around him. He then pushed forward and pushed her back against the mattress until her bottom once again rested on it and he was on top of her.
Lilly had never felt anything like the slow, sensuous thrusts of the elf. He touched places inside her that Boromir certainly hadn’t, places that had her panting and begging him to make her feel that exquisite pleasure yet again. He looked down into her eyes, his deep blue with need now as he let himself down low enough to kiss her as his hips moved up and down in an ancient dance.
Lilly had not expected him to be so glorious to watch, even in passion. Boromir had squeezed his eyes shut and growled horribly obscene things to her when he had taken her. Haldir looked into her eyes and whispered words to her in elvish when he wasn’t kissing her. Her own body responded to him again as her blood pounded in her veins and her center felt like liquid fire.
Haldir felt it begin, tightening, tensing, coiling inside him. He wanted her with him, wanted her to feel the exquisite joy of sharing an orgasm with someone else, that feeling of hurtling into nowhere and everywhere at once while sharing it.
"Come with me," he said as he kissed her once more. He slipped his hands under her and lifted her bottom up even closer. He wasn’t pulling out anymore, he was just pressing deeper. He was panting and saying things to her in his own language that sounded like begging. Whatever he said, along with the way he was filling her so completely, set her on fire. She writhed and cried out beneath him as she felt him peak and saw the pleasure as his eyes glazed over. She clung to him as they were both swept up in a long moment’s bliss and as they both gently settled back into themselves, Haldir smiled at her and kissed her.
He moved off of her and pulled her into his arms, cradling her head on his shoulder.
"Tell me why you knew not of pleasure, my Lilly. You were no virgin." He said quietly a short time later.
"My Master does not know how to pleasure a woman, only himself."
"Does he misuse you?"
She didn’t say anything for awhile.
"No, he uses me as men in Gondor use women. I am not mistreated." But how could she lay beneath him ever again after tonight? How could she ever stand his clumsy, ugly fumbles when she had lain with this perfect elf? She began to cry silently.
Haldir had no idea how to soothe her and make her stop crying. He knew then that perhaps he had been very wrong to take her to his bed. He knew that her life back in Gondor would be a nightmare and that he would never hold a tall slender she-elf without thinking of her soft, round body and how well they had pleasured one another.
Lilly finally fell asleep.
He took her again in the night and yet again near to sunrise, wanting to memorize how she felt.
They both were subdued when morning came. They knew that the Gondorian would come looking for her today. A slave was worth a great deal of money. Neither said much as they ate and bathed in the stream, dressing her in her leggings and shirt.
They set out for the border.
Late in the day, riders approached. Lilly and Haldir sat on a very small platform up in a mallorn tree that dwarfed those around it.
"I must go talk to them." He quickly kissed her lips and was gone. Seconds later, she saw him on the forest floor, walking toward the riders, his brothers flanking him on either side.
~*~*~*~
Haldir was thinking that he must be a huge fool to do what he was about to do. He really didn’t care. He had done a few foolish things before.
Several minutes later, he was talking to the men from Gondor. They were gesturing and talking a lot, and Haldir only shook his head sadly. They finally rode away. Lilly wondered what he had done.
"What did you tell them?"
"That we have found what was left of your body out just past our border and that we had buried you."
Lilly’s jaw dropped.
"Boromir’s property no longer exists. You are now Lilly, woman of Lothlórien. You may choose to do as you wish."
Haldir bowed formally to her and as he stood, she threw herself into his arms. He laughed and wondered what he gotten himself into. He looked forward to finding out.
~end~
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