Title & Chapter Number: Serving Haldir 1/1
Author(s): - Author's Index
Website: Of Elves and Men
Fandom: Tolkien
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: I don't own them nor do I profit from them.
Warnings: None
Betas: Mayetra
Cast: Haldir and OC fem
Timeline: Before LOTR
Spoilers: Nope
Summary: Haldir is given a gift.
Notes: This fic is a gift for May, my lovely beta who cracks the whip when I get lazy!
Haldir looked at the she-elf.
She was beautiful, and he was going to have her. She was a slave, sent by Thranduil to his Lord as a favor for some help in a recent border skirmish with some Orcs. Galadriel had refused to allow her into the talan, so Celeborn had given her to Haldir. She was supposed to be trained in the arts of love, according to Thranduil. Perhaps Celeborn thought he needed some training. He was angered by the implication.
"Come with me." He grabbed her by the arm and dragged her out of the city and into the woods. She was pitifully underdressed in a flowing gown as thin as gossamer. She would soon be rid of that too.
He looked at her. She was tall and dark-haired with grey eyes that gave away her Noldor heritage. She was very beautiful, even more so than Elrond's fair Arwen. He sure hoped she wasn't as cold as Arwen. If the fire in those eyes was any indication, she wasn't.
"You have a name?"
"Varne."
A few hours later they stopped. He looked at her. She had walked hours without complaining. She was dirty and bedraggled and she had to be tired. They were far enough into the woods that they came to the first of a series of talans that the Guardians used for their shelters in various parts of the forest. He helped her up into the tree house.
~*~*~*~
Varne hated the elf who was dragging her through the forest. Everything about him was irritating, his walk, his voice, his eyes, his silver hair, the way his leggings hugged his legs and ass, everything.
But he was better than Thranduil. The King of Mirkwood was a hard, cruel elf. She had hoped things would be better here. Maybe they would be. She wasn't counting on it.
"Take off your gown."
She stared at him. Was he crazy? She was a slave, not his whore.
"It is torn and dirty. Take it off."
She dropped it to the floor. His eyes didn't leave her. They lingered instead on rosy nipples as he didn't even bother to hide his hunger. It was quite evident in his eyes and in the bulge in his tight leggings.
"Now what, my Master?" she asked with very little of the subservient slave in her voice.
He gestured to a trunk in the corner.
"Should be leggings and a tunic in there that fit you, some boots too, I'd think. Put them on."
She looked inside and found clothing much like his. He watched her dress, the fire still dancing in his eyes.
~*~*~*~
Haldir wanted her. Now.
She dressed in the clothing of a guardian, but the clothes did nothing to make her look less female. The tunic stretched tight across her breasts and her hips filled the leggings out quite a bit. He could see her nipples through the thin tunic.
He handed her lembas and offered her some of his water. They rested a few minutes after they ate. All too soon, it was time to get moving again.
He motioned for her to follow him. He had no idea what he was going to do with her up here. She didn't seem very pleased to be here at all. But then he didn't think he'd be happy to be a slave and given away like a pet either. She sighed and did her best to navigate the trees with as much grace as possible.
Haldir carried the heaviest pack, and handed Varne the lighter one. She followed him wordlessly most of the day. At dusk, they came to another set of talans. Haldir didn't have to help her this time. She scrambled up herself.
He looked at her with her cheeks pink from the exertion of climbing and walking all day. Haldir wanted her so badly that he ached with need. He couldn't say why he didn't just take her. She was just a slave, after all.
~*~*~*~
Varne had expected him to take her all day. She was surprised that he had not. She found herself feeling a bit offended that he had not tried. He was very attractive for one of the Galadrim. He surely was a quiet one, though. Maybe he wasn't as bad as she had thought. She watched him when he moved about the small talan, checking his gear and his bow and quiver. His long slim fingers handled the weapons reverently.
When it was finally dark, he lit a small lamp.
"Lord Celeborn gave you to me to pleasure me. He said you were a pleasure slave to Thranduil. And I find that I want you. Now." His hands were on the fastenings of his leggings.
She watched him as he freed his cock. He stroked his hand up and down it as he looked at her. She wasn't afraid of him. He wasn't Thranduil. She knew how to act as if she were enjoying herself, even when she was in pain. Thranduil loved giving pain. Perhaps she would make it easier if she tried to seduce him. He seemed a rather proud elf though. She decided to wait him out. She was enjoying watching him anyway. He was quite well made.
"Come touch me." He said, that already low voice dropped down to a throaty growl.
She didn't really mean to want him, but when she got close enough to close her hand over him, his scent alone had made her wet and needy. He smelled of the woods and of his arousal, hot and damp in her hand. She dipped her head to taste him and was surprised when he shoved her onto the floor on her back. He was on top of her in seconds, kissing her violently, his tongue forcing its way into his mouth, his hips moving in imitation of what he intended to do in truth as soon as he could.
Varne saw anger in his face as well as lust, perhaps because of his loss of control. He rose up far enough to rip the tunic open, exposing her breasts to his view again. She found herself moaning and trembling as he began to bite and lick her breasts, leaving red bite marks on her white skin. She grabbed his head when he closed his mouth over a tender nipple. He sucked the nipple deep into his mouth as if he depended on her for succor. She whimpered beneath him, even though she tried not to.
"Your name, what is your name?" She managed to ask as he tugged her nipple with his teeth this time.
"Haldir. I am Haldir."
"Fuck me, Haldir." She whispered the crude words in the common tongue. There would be time for play later. Right now, she wanted him inside her, wanted to feel him pounding into her.
He moved off of her and ripped the leggings off of her body with much cursing and growling. He didn't even bother to remove his own clothing, since his cock was already exposed. He opened her legs and positioned himself above her. He slammed into her.
"Yes," she hissed as he braced himself with his hands and began to thrust into her, pulling all the way out before ramming deep into her again so hard that her teeth rattled. His rhythm was erratic as he panted and groaned. He felt better than anyone had in a very long time. She arched up to meet him and was taken by surprise at her body's immediate response as she shuddered and came.
He rammed deep into her and stayed, delivering his seed, whispering sweet elvish obscenities into her ear until he was spent.
~*~*~*~
By the Valar, she was sweet! Haldir collapsed on top of her, kissing her, before he rolled over, pulling her on top of him. Her dark hair fell over both of them. He thought she smelled like green grass and summer flowers. And he wanted her again, soon. He was surprised to feel himself stirring back to life already as he looked into her eyes.
He rubbed himself up against her.
~*~*~*~
"Would you have me again?" she said, her own voice low and sultry with arousal. She found she wanted to be his slave, wanted to do his bidding. He moved her over to the floor on her stomach. He moved onto her back and parted her legs with his knees. With his own semen still inside her, he glided back inside her. She stretched her hands above her head and pushed against the floor with her palms in order to brace herself for him.
He grunted with the effort as he ground into her. It was hard to keep from sliding across the floor with each of his thrusts. To stop her from sliding out from under him, he moved up onto his knees and pulled her up onto her hands and knees. She thought of the swift horses of the Rohirrim as he slammed into her with as much vigor and force as he had the first time, none of his ardor seeming to be missing.
His hands held her hips tight as he rode her hard. Varne had been with many other elves at the Mirkwood court, but none were anything like this one. They seemed almost foppish in comparison to his earthy and honest need. She knew she could get used to him, but knew she didn't dare hope for such a thing.
Thought stopped as his hand moved under her to touch her swollen, and by now, almost painfully tender clitoris. Her muscles clenched involuntarily at the sensation and he moaned as he felt her tighten around him. She smiled and tightened even more.
"Mine, you're mine," he whispered as he took her with him into sweet release.
~*~*~*~
Haldir looked at the pretty dark haired elf as she combed and braided her hair. He had no idea what he would do with her. He could easily spend at least a thousand years making love to her over and over.
He supposed he could always use more elves to guard the paradise they lived in. He would ask her tomorrow.
He just wanted to love her again tonight, he thought as he moved behind her and kissed the nape of her neck as she finished braiding her hair.
~end~
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