Title & Chapter Number: A Tale of Three Elfhoods 3/5
Author(s): & Debbie - Author's Index
Fandom: Middle Earth
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: I write fan fiction solely for my own enjoyment and do not claim any copyright or ownership of his works nor do I have intent to make financial gain. All original concepts and characters are from my own mind and remain my property.
Warnings: Comedy! Elfhood jokes galore! Explicit sex!
Betas: Fianna & Debbie
Cast: Pairing: Haldir/OFC, Rúmil/OFC, Orophin/OFC
Timeline: Third Age?
Spoilers: None
Summary: Haldir & brothers start their day as Peeping Toms. Events progress from there!
Notes: This is meant to be a comedy, so we hope you think it's funny. It contains shallow characterization and silly dialogue and very little plot, but it should be good for a laugh.
Chapter Three - In Which the Warden's Matches Light Their Fires
Orophin lay on his stomach atop the coverlet of Mina's bed while Lira pulled thorns out of his backside with a pair of tweezers. "Do not move, Orophin," she told him primly, every time he tried to look at her. "I am not even half done."
"You are hurting me," he pointed out, trying to sound pathetic.
"No, I'm not. I'm being very careful, which is more than I can say for you. Mina is furious with you. You broke the largest stalk off her favorite rosebush."
"I nearly broke my own large stalk," he said sulkily. "Her rose stalk will grow back."
"And yours won't?" said a voice from the door.
Bella stood there, smiling widely at his humiliation. "So, tell us, dear warden, what deal did you strike with Haldir and Rúmil? How did they get you to do their dirty work?"
"I'm not talking. You'll have to torture me. Ouch!" he whimpered. "Lira! I thought you liked me."
"I do like you, Orophin. I did not hurt you on purpose."
"A likely story," he muttered.
"If I had wanted to hurt you," she whispered, leaning close to his ear, "I would have done this." She opened her hand wide and slapped him lightly on the one cheek that was now clear of thorns. Orophin winced, and Lira blushed deeply, amazed by her own courage and audacity. She had never felt so brave as she did at this moment!
Bella only laughed and left them alone, and so failed to see the way Orophin reached for Lira's hand and kissed each of her fingers in the most romantic fashion conceivable. Lira decided to permit this liberty for a few moments before she continued plucking out the thorns.
Mina, meanwhile, was nowhere to be found. Bella had last seen her gathering the broken pieces of her beloved rose, muttering to herself and cursing the warden for his carelessness. Bella and Lira had been the ones to help Orophin climb the stairs, while Mina had gone to view the damage he'd wrought.
Minutes later, loud footsteps could be heard stomping up the stairs, and then the door suddenly flung open. Bella turned to look, and there stood Mina, each of her hands gripping the arms of the eldest and youngest wardens, both of them still unclothed. She wore a disgusted look on her lovely face.
"Look what I found poking around the brush outside!" she announced. "They must have followed their oh-so-bold brother as he trespassed onto my house."
"Onto is right, climbing around as he was!" Bella agreed. "Although, I must say I'm surprised you two managed to come here so willingly." She looked pointedly at Haldir and Rúmil and somehow kept her mouth from twitching into a smile, for the situation now seemed rather humorous.
Haldir surveyed her calmly, his eyes meeting hers. "Your loud-mouthed friend here was making such a racket, we had no choice but to follow her screams and squawks, lest she attract unwanted attention upon us."
Mina shoved them further inside, releasing their arms as she slammed her door shut behind them. "You are damn right I was making a racket! Look what your brother did to my prize rose! I should have escorted your naked asses all around the city!"
Rúmil glared at Mina, but Haldir continued to look at Bella with a most unreadable expression.
Bella stared back at him, her brows raised innocently. How could he stand there, totally naked, and still look so commanding and arrogant and remarkably unembarrassed? What a handsome hunk of elf! He was definitely the elf for her, but before she let him know that, she just had to teach him a thing or two first. But she also had to be careful because he was no ordinary elf. He could easily turn the tables on her if she were not very careful!
"Where is Orophin?" Haldir inquired, perhaps a shade too pleasantly.
"More to the point, where are our clothes?" Rúmil demanded, sounding irritable. "Mina, my love, what have you done with them?"
"I am not your love, Rúmil," Mina answered tartly. "Not after the way you've been misbehaving today."
"Mina!" Rúmil looked wounded. "I thought we were hitting it off really well!"
"OUCH!" screamed a voice from the room behind Bella.
"Hush, Orophin," Lira soothed. "Don't be such an elfling over a few thorns."
Haldir walked toward Bella, but she blocked the doorway with her body. "You can't go in there. Orophin is having surgery at the moment."
Haldir's strong hands settled on her shoulders, and Bella found herself moving backward into Mina's bedroom.
"Ha!" Haldir pronounced as he saw Orophin with Lira leaning over him. "I knew you would make it to the bed! Aren't you the lucky one?"
Lira glared at him, lifting her chin like a mother bird protecting her nestling. "Don't tease your brother! He is in much pain at the moment, no thanks to you! Sending him off like that!" For once she managed to keep her eyes off of Haldir's true source of arrogance. Oh yes, her heart most sincerely lay with Orophin!
"Are you done plucking?" Orophin inquired, in a stronger voice. He was definitely starting to feel better. More energetic, full of life and vigor, and ready to woo Lira if she would let him.
"Almost." She pulled out the remaining two thorns. "There." She placed the tweezers on the nightstand, and as she did so, Orophin reached out and grabbed her wrist, rolling onto his back and pulling her on top of him.
He winced as he rolled over, his back dotted as it was with many tiny wounds, but he nonetheless managed to give her his best and most charming grin. It was time to remind her that an elf in the hand was worth two in the bush, especially when the one in her hand was HIM and . . . oh, Mordor, what was he thinking? Had he lost his mind . . . or his heart? He wasn't making any sense.
"Oh!" Lira gasped as she found herself lying atop Orophin. She could feel his stiffening elfhood pressing against her stomach; apparently that stalk had not been broken. She found herself smiling down at him. "Doesn't it hurt you to lie on your back?" she asked anxiously.
"Yes, a little. I guess that means I'll have to be on top." His clear blue eyes gleamed mischievously, and her heart flip-flopped.
Mina poked her head around Haldir. "Don't make a mess on my bed!" she warned, wagging a finger.
Bella tried to slip past Haldir into the other room, but his hand shot out and grasped her wrist before she'd moved an inch. "Where do you think you are going?" he asked smoothly.
"I am certainly not going to stay here and watch Orophin and Lira do whatever it is there are planning to do!" she informed him. "Are you?"
"Damn right he's not!" Orophin said meaningfully. "Take him away, Bella. Away, away, away with you, dear brother Hal. I've got my soft bed and my fair maiden, so leave me in peace."
"Now, Orophin," Lira scolded, "I think you are making a few assumptions here. Or rather your, er, precious stalk is making assumptions. It is definitely unbroken."
Haldir rolled his eyes. "I'm not going to ask. Come on, Bella, you and I have a date with destiny."
"Come sooth my suffering, sweet one," Orophin cooed to Lira. "Forget my stalk. We'll get to that part later. Right now it is my mouth that needs feeding."
Bella felt herself being dragged from the room by a still naked March Warden, who shut the bedroom door firmly behind him. "Would you like to put on your clothes now?" she asked brightly. "They are in the kitchen."
"The kitchen is ours!" Rúmil cut in, and Haldir turned to him in surprise, having forgotten that there were still two others out here with them.
"Ours?" Mina asked incredulously. "I know you are not serious."
"Would you prefer the dining room table?"
"Table?!" She shot a steely glare at Haldir. "Your brother is sorely out of his mind, warden."
Bloody hell. Couldn't a couple get a private moment around here? He would have to send them away. "Tables may not do you justice today, Rúmil," he said, winking at his brother. "Why, she has no mirrors out here. You will have to take her to the bathing room."
Rúmil's eyes lit up, and he grasped Mina's wrist and pulled her in that general direction. Mina began alternately slapping at Rúmil's hand and reaching out for Bella's assistance. Bella grabbed her friend's hand, and she and Rúmil began an amusing tug-of-war with poor Mina in the middle.
After a moment of observation (this was just too good not to watch!), Haldir finally felt sorry for his brother; Mina and Bella were putting up one hell of a fight. He reached out and wrapped one arm around Bella's waist and began to tickle her. Her concentration was immediately broken by his touch, not to mention by his elfhood pressing against her thigh, and she released her grip on her friend; Mina and Rúmil went flying.
Fortunately, Rúmil demonstrated the quick reflexes of a true warden of Lórien by righting himself and heaving Mina over his shoulder in one swift flowing motion.
"Put me down!" Mina screamed, kicked her heels and beating his back with her fists.
"You know, I've changed my mind," Rúmil said with a chuckle. "I think we'll just go back to my place. It's not all that far and Mina's skirt is protecting the modesty of my elfhood. Come, Mina, my lovely one, I want to show you my mirror. It is a very, very lovely mirror. You will enjoy what you see when you look into it."
Bella watched in astonishment as Rúmil carried a still screeching Mina out of the door and down the outside steps, singing a few phrases of that popular song, "Oh, If I Only Had A She-Elf," under his breath.
"I can't believe he's actually doing that," she commented to Haldir. "He's walking around the city in the buff, carrying a shrieking she-elf over his shoulder and humming that obnoxious song. Is he not embarrassed?"
Haldir snorted. "Rúmil? Embarrassed? Not likely. Maybe if his elfhood was exposed and at full mast, but not when he can hide it in the folds of her skirts."
Bella suddenly realized that she was alone in the room with the March Warden of Lothlórien. A naked March Warden of Lothlórien. Suddenly, she felt a bit nervous. "Tea?" she inquired hopefully.
"Perhaps later."
"How about those clothes?"
"Yes, how about them? Aren't you going to take them off?"
She blushed. "I . . . no. I'm not."
"Ah, then you are going to have me take them off for you. Is that not the case?" He suddenly stooped down and grasped the bottom of her gown and pulled it up to her waist. He pressed himself against her, pulling the skirt of her dress over himself. "Ah, see? I can be covered by your skirt, too, just as Rúmil is under Mina's."
She could feel him rising between her legs. Push him away, she thought. However, it seemed at the moment she could do nothing but stare at him, mesmerized by his deep grey eyes that flashed with sexual excitement, sending bolts of desire coursing through her own body.
And then he kissed her, crushing her to his mouth, his tongue plundering her mouth, and she felt herself moan involuntarily. And, she thought, this kiss was so much better than the one at the lake. This time, they were dry, and warm, and there was no silt to scratch their skins. She returned his kiss hungrily.
He broke their kiss and stared down at her. "Bella," he murmured, "my bold little Bella, I really should punish you for all the tricks you've played today." He bent and licked at her neck, his tongue sliding up to her ear, which he nipped. "But I like your boldness. I am bold myself by nature, as perhaps you know."
"I do know that, actually," she told him, her hands seeking his nipples as if to prove this. She felt them harden under her fingers, and she squeezed them gently and heard him moan, and that moan expanded the heat between her legs.
"You took me in your mouth before, when we were in the water," he reminded her. "Never has a maiden done that without my having to ask. Never has a maiden done it with such enthusiasm. I liked that very much."
She looked into his eyes, seeing the hot flare of excitement burning within them. "I would not have done that for your brothers," she confessed. "Only for you. But when I said to you, `what of your brothers?', you deliberately misinterpreted my meaning, did you not?"
"Of course," he admitted. "I was having so much fun, I thought to get a rise out of you. You had already gotten one out of me," he added slyly. "The largest rise I am capable of having, I should add." As if to prove this, he pressed his elfhood hard against her. "And now I shall repeat my former request. Tell me how you want it, Bella. I am asking what I can do to please you."
She scrunched her nose. "There will be no tables involved, I can assure you," she said. "And the bed is currently occupied, so that is out." As if emphasizing this, there came a loud thump from the direction of the bedroom, followed by a shriek and a giggle from Lira. Bella snickered.
"Something soft . . ." He squeezed her rump and glanced around the room. "The divan, perhaps?" In one smooth motion, he pulled her gown up and over her head, and then he sought her mouth again, kissing her somewhat forcefully, but it was not undesired on Bella's part. She wrapped her arms around his neck, unconsciously trying to press their mouths and bodies closer together.
Haldir wrapped one arm around her waist, reveling in the sensation of her soft breasts pressed against his chest. With his other arm, he leaned down slightly and placed his hand at the back of her thigh, bringing her leg up and resting it on his hip. He could feel the warmth radiating from her center, and he ached to bury himself deep within her. No, he reminded himself, not yet. He would wait for Bella to give her consent.
He urged her in the direction of the divan, nibbling on her neck as they moved in little steps, one hand cupping her breast while his thumb flicked at her nipple. He backed her up until she sat down, bouncing a little on the soft cushions. Then he lowered himself to his knees, his hands spreading her knees wide, then sliding to her hips so as to urge her to the edge. "Lean back," he said, "and let me give you pleasure. I believe I know what you will like, but if I am wrong, then you must tell me."
"Very well," she whispered, her lovely blue eyes reflecting his own excitement. He could see that she breathing heavily, her rosy lips slightly parted and moist.
He bent his face to her breasts, laving first one and then the other with his tongue while his hands slid to her inner thighs. He heard her moan, deep in her throat, and he laughed softly, conscious of the exultant thrill that comes with pleasing a sexual partner. His mouth trailed lower, his tongue licking at her as he worked his way downward to her female core. Finding that sweet and sensitive point, he flicked his tongue against it.
"No," she whimpered, arching her back. "You must not."
He glanced up, wondering if no meant yes. "Am I hurting you?"
"I . . . don't know."
And it suddenly dawned on him that no one had ever done this for her before. He pulled himself up to face her, and she colored slightly, though he wore the sincerest expression.
"Has no elf ever pleasured you before, Bella?" She said nothing. "Are you a virgin?" he prompted.
"No!" she said adamantly. "I am not a virgin!"
He raised an eyebrow. "Are you telling me you've never . . ."
She cut him off. "I don't know."
He leaned forward, touching her lips ever so softly with his own. "I will never hurt you, Bella. I seek only to pleasure you." He kissed her deeply for a moment, then pulled away.
"I want to be bold," she whispered. "I want to be brave. For you."
He kissed her chin, running his tongue up the line of her jaw. He nipped her earlobe. "If you wish to be brave, then I will continue. And you can let me know afterwards if anyone has pleasured you as I have done."
She nodded, sighing as he lowered himself to her breast once more, lapping at her silken flesh, then traveling further south.
He went more slowly this time, reining in his aggressive tendencies. She was no virgin, yet did not know if she had ever felt true pleasure? What a curious, wonderful creature she was, to be both bold and shy. She had a complexity he had not realized, yet he suddenly understood that perhaps he had always known it. Long had he dreamed of Bella, even while he had been with other she-elves. Gods, how he wanted to go deeper with her! His elfhood was literally as hard as it had ever been, its tip weeping openly with need for her.
Yet he forced himself to go slowly, working his way down her soft stomach and around her hips to her inner thighs. He felt her quivers as he grew closer and closer to her center, circling the area with his tongue rather than diving instantly into its sweetness.
"Haldir," she choked out. "I want . . ."
"What do you want, my love?" he said without thinking. Then he blinked with surprise. He had never called any maiden by that particular endearment before.
"I want you not to stop," she managed to say, and he saw the stain of a becoming blush rising in her cheeks.
"That's all I needed to hear," he said, and bent his head once more. He put his mouth directly on that focal point of all her feeling, sucking and flicking it with his tongue, sliding below and then moving up and around, exploring the entirety of her female secrets. Her hands tangled in his hair and moans erupted from her throat as he tasted her, diving deeply before sweeping upward to touch once more upon her pleasure spot.
A cry burst from her throat, a long moan of sheer ecstasy, and then, without opening her eyes, she gasped, "No one . . . has ever . . . touched me like this, March Warden."
March Warden! His formal title on her lips sent a subtle thrill through him, and his scalp burned where her fingers touched him. As her shuddering subsided, he began trailing his kisses upward, over her silken belly and her supple breasts, and he could feel the chills covering her body. He paused briefly to suckle each soft breast before finally pulling himself high onto his knees to face her. Her hands were still buried in his hair, and she drew him into a deep kiss.
He pulled away slightly to kiss her chin, then her cheek, and finally to nuzzle her neck. He licked her, asking, "Did you enjoy that, my love?" He pressed one hand to her center, cupping her and putting slight pressure on the very spot that made her cry out. She inhaled sharply as he did so, though managing to moan a low affirmation.
His elfhood now stood at its highest yet; the throbbing of blood made it almost painful. He reached one hand below, grasping himself in his hand and placing his hardness against Bella's very ready entrance.
He caught her glancing downward, and he pressed his mouth to her ear. "Do you want me to stop now, melamin?"
"No," she whispered, shaking her head slightly. "Don't stop now."
He pressed only the very tip of his hardness into her, and he heard her catch her breath. She nodded, urging him to continue. He pressed a little further, and saw the way she winced slightly. Damn. He hadn't anticipated this; he wasn't at all sure he would be able to fit!
But she was very wet, and so he risked it. He pressed harder and heard her moan, not a moan of discomfort, but of renewed pleasure. It sparked his passion as nothing else could have done, and he drove deeper, watching her face for any sign of pain. He did not see it. He was fitting inside her, thank the gods, her delicious tightness providing him with delight beyond his wildest dreams.
Her eyes were closed, her lips parted, enticing him to seek her mouth once more, thrusting his tongue inside just as his elfhood thrust below, seeking the same rhythm in each location. A heady excitement overtook him. He felt like a conqueror, Bella's conqueror, and it increased his pleasure to a new height.
Yet as his rhythm increased, he pulled their mouths apart, for he was panting hard and so was she, straining together in mutual need for one another. He slipped his hand between them and touched the nub of her desire, pressing it slightly, stroking to be sure she followed where he led. They climaxed together, their cries drowning out each other as they both shuddered and trembled. He watched her open her eyes, and saw her small sultry smile.
She touched his hair with her fingertips. "Like I told you before, March Warden," she said in a breathy whisper, "that's quite a treasure you've got down there."
He grinned. "You have quite a treasure yourself, Bella, my love. One I intend to claim for myself. What have you to say to that?"
"I say it's yours for the claiming, my love."
He kissed the tip of her nose, then he slowly rose to his feet, carefully removing himself from her. He settled himself in the corner of the divan, pulling her onto his lap, and she curled up in his arms. They gazed out the window.
Their lazy window-gazing was interrupted suddenly by a shrill laugh from behind the bedroom door, followed by a yell from Orophin and more laughter.
"Don't tickle me!" they heard Lira yelling.
More muffled sounds, then a surprised, "Not there!" from Orophin.
Haldir burst out laughing. "I think Orophin just wanted the bed because it's so spacious," he said, giving Bella a light squeeze.
"Spacious, as opposed to a table?"
He chuckled again. "My brothers are terribly strange, Bella. I assure you I'm not quite so varied in my sexual tastes."
She turned her head to look up at him, a wicked smile on her lips. "But what if I am?" she teased.
"Then perhaps you can make a believer out of me. I will try anything once."
She giggled and kissed the peak of his ear. "Why don't we get dressed," she said, "and I will make us some tea." For the moment, it might be nice to do something ordinary on this extraordinary day.
"No wine?" he asked, nuzzling her neck.
"Well, this is not my house, remember."
"Oh, very well."
He moved her from his lap and strode toward the kitchen while she pulled on her gown. She tried to absorb the fact that she had just made love with the March Warden, and it had been more than just sex. He had actually pleased her, unlike the other elves who had only wanted her to please them. This elf was a keeper, she decided with a secret smile.
"Ha!" she heard Orophin say as she passed the door to the bedroom. "Silly little maid, I knew you would like it if you just stopped telling me you wouldn't!"
Bella shook her head, thankful she couldn't see what was going on in there.
She found Haldir dressed and seated at the kitchen table, waiting for her to serve him. She went to pick up the teapot, saying casually, "Why don't you find a plate and put some of those biscuits on it?"
Slightly to her surprise, he rose to his feet and did as he was instructed. None of the other male elves she had been with would have done so. The Arrogant One seemed full of surprises today.
The bedroom door suddenly flung open and a still very naked Orophin dashed out toward the bathing room. Haldir and Bella heard the bath water begin to flow for a few seconds, then turn off. Orophin ran back out, holding up his hands, which were dripping slightly.
He grinned sheepishly at them. "Ice," he said. Then he disappeared into the bedroom again.
Speechless, Bella's mouth hung open as she stared after him. Haldir rolled his eyes just as Lira released a surprised shriek.
Finally able to gather her wits, Bella plopped down at the table. "I do not think Mina will be very happy when she returns home," she said, solemnly shaking her head.
"Orophin is always neat," Haldir assured her. "At the very least, he'll clean up. Besides, I am not at all sure that Mina will be home any time soon." He grinned.
Bella raised an eyebrow at his insinuation that her friend would be romping with Rúmil for hours to come. Ah, well, who was she to say what they should or should not enjoy? Mina and Rúmil would make a lovely couple.
The kettle began to whistle, and so Bella poured the tea-water, and she and the March Warden had tea and biscuits in the comfortable not-so-quiet.
Bella was just rinsing the tea-cups when the next shriek erupted. She glanced at Haldir, who only sighed and shrugged. "Don't ask," he said.
Before either of them could move, the bedroom door crashed open. Orophin strode into the kitchen and gazed beseechingly at his brother. "I need my backside healed, please."
Haldir snickered. "I'm not touching your backside. Especially right now."
Bella assumed he referred to the fact that Orophin's elfhood was in the same condition Haldir's had been only a short time earlier, its large tip glistening with his need for release.
"Please," Orophin begged. "I'm in pain-"
"Then do something about it!" the March Warden advised.
"Not that kind of pain. She wants to stick needles in me. She says I need a tattoo."
"For crying out loud, she wants to do that first?" Haldir exclaimed. "Tell her no! Can't she see the condition you're in?"
"Yes, but I just told her I loved her, and she thinks it will be romantic if I have her name on my butt while we-"
"Wait," Bella said. "Come here." She yanked open the cupboards, searching through the various items until she found two small vials of red and blue food coloring. "I'll paint her name on your cheek, Orophin, just as a temporary measure. She can tattoo you another day when you are, uh, in a more favorable condition."
"That's what I like," Haldir said with approval, "a lass who can improvise, think on her feet. It shows intelligence."
Bella glanced at Haldir as Orophin gingerly leaned over the counter. "You're next, love," she said, a wicked gleam in her eye.
Haldir laughed sardonically. "I highly doubt you'll be able to get me to stay still long enough to paint your name on my rear."
She giggled. "That's what you think. Orophin, do you want a heart, too?"
"Absolutely not. I do not need-"
"It's too late," she informed him. "Actually I painted the heart first. I just asked to be polite."
Orophin let out muffled curse. "I don't want hearts!"
"Look," she said, "it's already done. Now hush, before I start painting hearts around each of your thorn wounds which you so deservingly received."
Orophin scowled, but said nothing more.
Lira peered around the corner into the kitchen, wrapped in a bed sheet. "Oh!" she said sweetly, "that will work quite well!"
Haldir nodded. "That was Bella's idea," he said proudly.
Lira snickered. "That food coloring won't come off for a while. I know what it's made from!"
"There, Orophin," Bella said with approval, "your rump looks very pretty now."
"It looked pretty before," Orophin complained. "Before I fell on that damned rosebush. I happen to have a damned fine-looking ass."
"It must run in the family," Bella commented with a impish look at Haldir.
Haldir grinned. "My brothers and I do have a few things in common."
Bella giggled. "Yes, we noticed something else you three have in common. Speaking of which, I wonder how Rúmil and Mina are doing?"
"Oh, who cares?" said Orophin as he sped from the room, following Lira who was shrieking with laughter. The bedroom door slammed shut, and then the moaning started.
"Shall we go and visit Rúmil and Mina?" Haldir suggested with a sigh. "It can't be any worse than listening to this."
Bella turned her back on him so he could not see her smile as she said lightly, "Oh, come, they are no worse than we were."
He was behind her suddenly, his hands slipping around her waist. "That is true," he murmured in her ear. "Just the memory of your sweet moans makes my elfhood rise once more. But let us leave this place and seek a new location."
Bella found herself growing breathless at the thought. Could he possibly want her again so soon? What a lusty elf he was! She had never dared to dream that the March Warden could be like this. She turned around and slipped her arms around this neck.
She gazed up into his grey eyes. "What did you have in mind?"
"Well," he said, "I do have my own home, of course. With lots of new furniture, I might add. And of course there's my private flet out by the border."
"Oh, I'm not sure about that one," she said, her brows furrowing with slight worry. "The rest of the wardens are out there! What if they hear us?"
"What if they do?"
Her mouth fell open. "You don't care?"
He laughed. "I might care just a little bit," he admitted. "But if the noises they hear are us enjoying the greatest earthly pleasure, then who are they to say we should do otherwise?"
She smiled. He certainly had a point, and a good one, at that. "Well," she said, grabbing his arm and pulling him toward the door, "let's make our way out of here, and see where the path leads."
Smiling to himself, Haldir followed her out the door.
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