Title & Chapter Number: Legends 4/16
Author(s): - Author's Index
Fandom: Tolkien
Rating: NC17
Disclaimer: This world and its creatures belong to J.R.R Tolkien, New Line Cinema and Peter Jackson. I've just bullied my way in long enough to right a wrong. You know the one I mean. (Haldir deserves better…) I receive no financial compensation for the following tale. I "do this for love."
Warnings: Explicit het sex; a few slashy references
Betas: Telbeth the Indefatigable
Cast: Haldir/OCF (a Maia, no less!); Rumil, Orophin, Galadriel, Celeborn, Aragorn, and a few original critter characterizations
Timeline: 3rd Age of Middle Earth during the War of the Rings -After the visit of the Fellowship to Lothlorien through the Battle at Helm's Deep
Spoilers: None
Summary: During a border patrol, Haldir discovers a lone Nazgul horse and a strange visitor with an annoying attitude and some very spooky skills. Things unfold deliciously until a deception and a surfeit of pride cause them to separate. They are re-united at Helm's Deep with an entirely different outcome, of course. Horses and dragons and crows…oh, my!
Notes: Dedication - Hennaid to my friend Sulien for nagging me into this romp and forcing me to learn Sindarin (well, pidgin Sindarin); to Craig Parker for gifting us with his interpretation of Haldir, and to my amazing husband for being…well…amazing!
A sharp tug on one of the Guardian's braids pulled him from slumber into the cool of dawn. The crow was nested on his chest playing with his hair, and the female - confound her - was gone. Haldir bolted upright and peered over the edge of the flet. The horse was gone, as well.
"Where is she?" he inquired evenly of the bird. The creature re-settled on his shoulder and projected an image of the female and the black cavorting in an open field.
"Little fool," the Elf hissed, and vaulted off the flet.
When he found the pair, they were as the bird had pictured. The black's hooves were striking at the sky as he wriggled on his back in the high grasses. The female stood a few yards away, laughing at the horse's undignified behavior. She had managed to add several earthy smudges to Haldir's already-abused tunic, and her hair was a silken tangle littered with leaves and field flowers.
As Haldir watched, she sprinted toward the horse. He responded by rolling upright and rising to his feet just as she gained his broad back. She sat astride as easily as if she had been raised in Rohan, even when the black executed a wide circle of little pouncing leaps - a game both he and the female seemed to greatly enjoy. Unfortunately for Haldir's self control, each pounce raised the hem of the female's borrowed tunic higher up on her bare thighs. His flesh was rising again, confound her. Suddenly the leaps and laughter stopped. She had spotted him.
For long moments she sat transfixed. Haldir in the dappled shade of the wood had been a breath-stealing sight. The sight of him now framed in green-gold grasses and corona-ed in dawn's first sunlight put her wits to wandering. She was still unaccustomed to being this close to the fabled Guardian of Lorien, and she found herself staring...and continued to stare even as the black elected to carry her over to his new Elven friend.
Haldir took a moment to rub the beast's forehead and place a light kiss on his muzzle. He then swung up easily behind the female.
"Feeling better?" he asked dryly.
She twisted around to assess his mood. His perfectly featured face was expressionless except for the elevation of one perfectly arched eyebrow. Belying this coolness was the considerable erection wedged against her vulnerable backside. Before she could answer, he had snaked an arm around her waist, securing her against him.
"If you are through playing, perhaps we should return to the Wood," he suggested in an ominously mild tone. "There may be Orcs about."
As if conjured by his remark, eight full-armored specimens appeared at the edge of the field blocking the way back into the Wood. They were uncommonly large and equipped with brutishly efficient-looking weapons. The leader snarled a challenge, daring the mounted pair to attempt to pass.
Haldir allowed himself a moment of annoyance that the band had managed to move undetected at the perimeter of his Wood. Orophin was right. The female was a powerful distraction. Her caprice and his own carelessness now had them facing this enemy.
"Flee," Haldir ordered as he slipped to the ground and readied his bow. "I will deal with this."
"I stay," the female countered. "I've fought beasts like these before."
"Brave talk while you are up there," Haldir patted the black's side, "and the enemies are yonder. But they grow impatient to die and are advancing. Now, GO!"
Three Orcs had fallen under the Guardian's arrows before the female moved. By the fourth arrow, the remainder of the band was sprinting to close the distance between themselves and the Elf's deadly bow.
Haldir could hear the black trumpeting his alarm, but did not look in his direction until the fifth and sixth Orcs had fallen. When he did spare a glance, the horse was behind him facing the opposite direction and the female was nowhere in sight.
The seventh enemy warrior went down just as the black sent Haldir an image of four more Orcs stalking him from behind. The Guardian rapidly dispatched the last member of the original band and turned to face this new threat, only to watch as one, then another yelped and fell dead.
Haldir stilled and listened. He could hear the ragged breathing of the final two Orcs and smell them close by, one to the left and one straight ahead, obscured by clumps of tall grasses. And he could smell the female, also close by. Would she NEVER do as she was told?
In a sudden ruckus of metal and leather, one of the creatures burst from cover a few yards to Haldir's left. Seconds later it was twitching on the ground, its life pulsing out through a sizable hole in its forehead.
The female appeared as if from mist, tugging her borrowed tunic into place. She stooped to select a stone from the ground, and approached the glowering Haldir.
"There is one more," she warned in a low voice, ignoring his irritation. "They prefer to attack in packs, but they are also singly dangerous…"
Her warning went unfinished as the zip of a passing arrow had her diving for the Guardian. …Too late... The impact of the missile took him to the ground, tearing away a strip of his shirt and scoring a deep furrow along the right side of his rib cage.
The female covered his body with her own as the final enemy warrior bore down upon them. In one elegant movement, she unsheathed Haldir's dagger and pitched it hilt-deep into the attacker's chest.
Haldir rose to one elbow and stared at the female. His gaze shifted briefly to the fallen body, then returned to her. She was calmly staunching the flow of blood from his wound. He brushed her hands away impatiently.
"You killed the other three, as well?"
"Yes." She pushed him back to the ground and resumed her ministrations.
He clamped his arm against his injured side and rolled to his feet, drawing her up with him.
"How did you kill three Orcs with no weapon?"
"Haldir, your wound…" She squirmed from his grasp. "Let me…"
"How?" he demanded.
She huffed impatiently and dangled a worn leather sling before his eyes.
"You killed them with ROCKS?"
"I'm very good," the female answered primly, wrapping the sling around her wrist. "Now let me tend…"
"Show me."
"Haldir," she pleaded, reaching for his wounded side again.
"I am an Elf. I can heal my own wounds and any you might have, as well. I will deal with this scratch later. Now show me."
The female rolled her eyes and unwound the leather sling from her wrist. She fit a stone into the pocket and quirked an eyebrow.
Haldir nodded in the direction of a dark body several yards away. "The feathered end of the arrow sticking out of yon Orc," he challenged.
The female swung and released so smoothly that Haldir almost missed seeing the severed feathers drop to the ground. His eyes widened a fraction before he caught himself. She had unearthly skill with this simple weapon.
"Again," he demanded, "the twig atop the boulder at the edge of the Wood."
Again, she swung and released. The twig flew up and landed several feet from its original position.
Haldir's face was carefully impassive when he turned back to his companion. The female secured the sling around her wrist with quick, economical movements, and then attempted - yet again - to address his wound. He grasped her wrist, turning it to inspect the smooth leather material.
"How came you to chose this device?"
"I travel light," she explained. "A sling is easily carried and things to use in it abound everywhere."
"And you throw knives, as well," the Elf persisted.
"When they are at hand..."
"And if a sword or a bow is at hand?"
"Then I use a sword or a bow if it serves my purpose," she replied impatiently.
He studied this surprising little warrior. Apparently there were more mysteries to her than he had thought. And he meant to know them all.
"What else? Can you fly, as well?"
"Only on dragon-back," she grinned.
"Dragon-back...such talents... Fascinating little nogotheg, are you not?" Haldir drawled. "I wonder that no one has captured you for his personal collection…until now."
He watched her smile falter and felt a moment of regret for deflating her with his barb. But he was still annoyed that she had disobeyed him and, despite her impressive martial skills, had jeopardized her own safety. A minor calling-to-heel was in order, a reminder as to who was in charge of their acquaintanceship.
"Captured? Personal collection…?" The female lifted her chin and stoned him with a look. This haughty Elf would benefit from a good shock. And she would provide it.
She backed away a step, swept her tunic up over her head and tossed it to him. He caught it one handed, eyes never leaving her. He had seen her so before when he replaced her useless rags with his tunic, but she had been at rest. She was vibrantly awake now.
For moments, she stood nude – head high, eyes glowing, curves and contours creating their own tantalizing shadows in the early morning sun…then she faded…faded…until only a slight waviness was visible against the background of tall grasses.
"I am very hard to capture," her disembodied voice remarked.
The Guardian stared, torn between astonishment at her feat and urgency to explore the form he had glimpsed so briefly. His unruly flesh was on the rise again, demanding to mate. He extended a hand, searching the space before him with gentle sweeps.
"Is…is this how you evade your enemies?"
"My enemies, yes," she replied, stepping into his touch. He savored the feel of her skin and captured the luxurious weight of an invisible breast in his palm.
"Gods, you tax me," he groaned. "Come back into my sight. I would know how you do this thing." He sensed her beginning to draw away and clipped a restraining arm around her. "Come back," he repeated. "…Now!"
There was a wavering of light as she materialized, first watery and pale, then all glowing, tanned flesh. Haldir surveyed the enigma within his arm. His free hand meandered from her breast over her collarbone then behind her neck. Slowly, he tangled agile fingers in her hair and pulled her head back, gazing down into wide gold-amber eyes.
"Strange, precious creature," he lowered his face to breathe against her mouth. Her lips parted and he eased inside, slicking his tongue over her sharp incisors, testing…probing. She nipped him lightly and he responded by enveloping her in a voluptuous, openmouthed kiss. They feasted on each other in a haze of ancient heartbeats and spicy fragrance until…
A sharp snort not inches away startled the pair apart. The black stood behind Haldir, shuffling his feet restlessly.
"Do...not...DO…that," the Elf scolded, turning to grasp the beast's face between his hands. The black sent him an anxious image of Orcs on the prowl.
"You are right," Haldir relented, pulling the horse's forelock gently.
When he turned back to the female she had already retrieved her tunic and was slipping it over her head. Regretfully, he helped her pull it into place.
"Our friend four-foot serves us well. We should quit this field before the next horde descends. Come, nogotheg." He vaulted aboard the black and drew her up behind him.
"Nogotheg, is it still?" she muttered, wrapping one arm around his waist and draping the opposite hand across his thigh, just within reach of… She raked her nails up the side of that impressive bulge and won an indrawn breath from her companion.
"Do not tease me further, hiril nin," Haldir gritted," or our first time will be on the back of this horse!" He pulled both of her arms firmly around his waist and drew a deep, calming breath. "Best we return to the forest. NOW…"
Unprompted, the black lifted into an easy lope, heading for the shadows of the wood.
~*~*~*~
Dialog translations from Sindarin:
Nogotheg – Dwarflet
Hiril nin – My lady~*~*~*~
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