Title & Chapter Number: Legends 5/16
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!
The pair had barely dismounted in the glade-of-the-pool before the female was pulling at Haldir's tunic. He trapped her hands against his chest and laughed softly at her struggles. "Daro,hen anor. Let us go slow and enjoy ourselves."
"I will enjoy nothing until I have seen to your wound," she announced.
The look in his eyes and the condition of his body told her he had other designs, but he finally allowed her to remove the torn garment, all the while muttering about stubborn little negethig. She ignored his objections and peered at the seeping gouge over his ribs.
"This must be cleaned."
"And so must you," Haldir retorted, "again."
This said, he grasped the front of her tunic, pulled her to him for a fierce little kiss, then proceeded to pull the garment over her head and toss it into the pool. On reflex, she attempted to cover herself with her hands. Haldir crossed his arms over his chest and raised an eyebrow.
"What is this sudden modesty, hiril nin? Did you not just strip naked in the field and taunt me with your charms?"
The battle light kindled in her eyes and she dropped her hands to her hips.
"Stubborn, arrogant Elflet," she countered in her most condescending tone.
"Grubby little nothing," he grinned, enjoying the irritation that was painting her cheekbones a charming coral tint.
"Ignorant, self-important plague on the forest," she shot back, advancing on him.
"Nogotheg…"
"Arrrrrrrrrgh…" She would even these odds. This Elf needed yet another shock.
She knelt, sliced his belt ties with her sharp teeth, yanked his leggings to the ground... and froze. She was exactly eye-level with the bobbing length of his erection, and it was beautiful. Palest Elven skin was stretched tight over its impressive length and blushed into a deep rose at its sculptured helmet. The tiny eye at its tip winked out a pearl drop of fluid that mesmerized…beckoned.
Before she could act on her impulse to touch, taste and consume, Haldir kicked free of his leggings and boots and pulled her to her feet.
"'I thought you would enjoy nothing until you had seen to my wound," he goaded, smiling when her flush deepened.
"You are right, a foolish moment of distraction." The female leaned over to peer at his bloodied ribs. "Let us…"
"Yes, let us," Haldir interrupted, drawing her against the length of his body. "Wrap your legs around me, hen anor."
She hesitated.
"Do it," he prompted, cupping a hand beneath her buttocks.
When she finally complied, he braced her against himself with an arm around her back and waded into the pool. Each step created a delicate friction where his member nestled hotly against her plump nether lips. By the time they were waist deep, the pair was nearly vibrating with sensation.
The female leaned back into the cradle of Haldir's arm and glanced down to where their bodies met. A sluggish trickle of blood was snaking its way down Haldir's right side and pooling against her leg. With unexpected strength, she slithered free and lifted the Elf's arm away from his damaged flesh. She leveled an enigmatic look at him, and then sketched a small bow.
"Will you allow me to cleanse your wound, Guardian of the Golden Wood?" she asked formally.
Intrigued by this sudden change of demeanor, Haldir nodded his assent. Stubborn little creature WOULD have her way, one way or another.
Carefully, the female sluiced handfuls of water over the bloody gash until the tissue glowed pinkish and tingled pleasantly. "The chill of the water will stop the seepage. When you have bathed, I will apply a poultice."
Haldir stared long into the female's solemn face. Something had happened. Something was changing between them. Her gamin features had sobered and vestiges of ages long past flickered in the depths of eyes the color of dragon's treasure.
"When WE have bathed, I will welcome your poultice."
The Guardian bowed over her hands and kissed the knuckles of each. "Hannon le. You honor me with your concern for my wound." Then he surprised himself by adding, "Would you honor me with equal concern for my heart?"
It seemed that the whole of Lothlorien fell still. The black looked up from his grazing and the crow, now perched on the horse's back, paused in his preening. Even the waters seemed to ripple more quietly against the banks of the pool.
The female gazed up at this Elf, standing before her speaking of his heart - this beautiful, dangerous creature, this warrior, this Guardian. Her Elf...
"Just to heal, only to heal…" echoed in her mind. She drew a deep breath. Not for many hundreds of years had she felt like this...drawn toward another so quickly and in such an elemental way. Perhaps this one precious being was meant for her. A glowing, cat-fanged smile bloomed on her face.
"And what heart might that be?"
A corner of Haldir's mouth kicked up. His feisty little nogotheg was back. He placed her hand against his chest.
"This one, meleth nin."
"And what of these?" she teased, sliding a hand beneath his globed sacs and squeezing gently. "They seem to beat, as well." The Guardian bucked and groaned softly.
"Haldir…?" Rumil's voice sounded from entirely too near by.
This brother of his had abysmal timing.
"Haldir…!"
Rumil entered the glade just as the female faded from view. Haldir could feel her sliding around behind him, clever hands trailing over his sensitized member, and tickling up the furrow between his buttocks.
"Behave," he hissed under voice and moved away toward the shore. Rumil met him with a grin, eyeing his erection.
"You should finish yourself, brother," he chuckled, grasping Haldir's engorged flesh. He stroked it lightly from base to tip, smoothing a jeweled drop away with his thumb. "Else you might pass out from lack of blood in the rest of your body."
Haldir detangled his brother's hand. "What do you here, Rumil?"
Not to be distracted from his theme, the Elf reached out again to give the Guardian's member a friendly tap. "I have not seen you this hard since your tryst with the young Gondorian when the Fellowship visited our wood."
"You saw?" Haldir's expression frosted over and one eyebrow winged toward his hairline.
"You were…ah…'training' together. I stopped to watch." Rumil grinned.
The Guardian's eyebrow inched higher.
"I was on patrol!" His brother laughed, unrepentant. "Besides, the sight of you and Boromir was toothsome in the extreme."
"He needed kinship," Haldir intoned. "I will ask you again, brother. What do you here?"
"The Lady asked that Orophin and I take your patrols and see that you have any assistance you might need in the care of the visitor," he recited, then glanced about. "Where IS the visitor?"
"Nearby," Haldir answered shortly. "I will thank the Lady for her consideration. Is there aught else?"
Rumil gave his brother's member another affectionate stroke.
"Well, if you don't need help with this…or with the visitor?" he offered in owl-eyed innocence.
Haldir's brows descended and his eyes narrowed to lapis shards. Rumil stepped back.
"No? Well, I shall return to my patrol, then. Galu, brother..."
He moved to leave, and then turned back, the lines of his elegant face sobering.
"Be on guard with the visitor. I suspect there is much Lady Galadriel is not telling us about her. I would not wish you to come to harm."
Haldir watched as his brother disappeared into the forest, and then cast a thought in the direction of the big black bird still roosting on his horse-friend. The crow rose up smoothly from the horse's back and drifted off after the departing Elf.
"Your brother is very beautiful," a disembodied voice remarked from behind the Guardian.
He turned to watch as the female materialized not two feet away. "As are you," Haldir smiled, reaching out to slip a hand behind her neck. "Do not tease me with these admirings of Rumil. You, I will not share. And I guard that which is mine. "
"Like this 'heart' of which you spoke?"
"That, meleth nin, is no longer mine." He pulled her toward him. "It is now yours to guard."
"And this body?" she sleeked her hands around his waist and over the rise of his buttocks, easing them slightly apart.
"To do with as you wish," he gasped as her fingers delved further into his dusky furrow.
"Then I will apply that poultice now," she said briskly, hooking a foot behind his knee and toppling him onto the lush moss at the base of the tree.
The move caught Haldir by surprise, but only for a moment. He easily snagged the female's ankle as she tried to dance out of his way. She was flipped neatly on her back and tucked beneath her captor.
"You will regret this rough handling of the treasure I entrust to you," Haldir growled, playfully swiping his tongue along her jaw. "I am much sought after," he continued, settling his teeth over the bridge of her nose and biting down gently. "…A gift not given lightly." He moved to suckle the pointed tip of her ear… Pointed tip?
He drew back. This he had not noticed before. He smoothed the bronzed tangle of her tresses away from one ear and inspected that delicate organ, then gently tested it with his tongue. The female squirmed at his ticklish assault, and he took advantage of her writhing to settle more deeply between her legs.
"I am about to join with you," the Guardian remarked in a near-steady voice. "Perhaps, it would be well if you told me what…who you are."
The female's eyes were beginning to haze with the delicious sensations engulfing her. She blinked. "I…I am called many things."
Haldir fingered a strand of her hair, waiting.
"I am called `Angol' by some and `Faer' by others. And those who know from whence I come call me `Laur'." Her voice had steadied to a hypnotic rhythm, as if she was chanting.
"So many names for such a little cat," Haldir mused. "And what of those who care for you? How are you known to them?"
She blinked again and focused, savoring the unearthly beauty of the Guardian's features. He eased the engorged head of his member against her center, wetting it in the pearly fluids pooling there. Her eyes drifted shut and she undulated against him.
"Those who I hold dear call me 'Illume'," she whispered.
"This I may call you?"
She nodded.
"Illume," Haldir breathed against her cheek. Flexing his hips, he thrust into a heat unlike any other encountered in all his long centuries. She seared him, massaged him with her internal muscles, and branded him with her essence. He tingled as if singed by a too-bright sun on a too-hot day. Then, with a hoarse shout, he exploded… pumping…jetting his essence into her body until he collapsed boneless over her.
He lay in her arms, steeped in satiation, organ still imbedded within her depths. Warmth spread from his groin to his chest and throughout his limbs.
"Illume," he growled. "What sorcery is this? I lost control like a callow manling."
"Rest," she soothed.
"Wanted to give you equal pleasure," he grumbled into her shoulder.
"I know"
"Greater pleasure…" He burrowed against the soft crook of her neck.
"You will."
"Yes. I will," he murmured and drifted off.
She smiled fondly over his drowsy attempt at Elven superiority, and stroked the moon-gilt hair tickling her face until she joined him in sleep.
~*~*~*~
Dialog translations from Sindarin:
Daro, hen anor – Stop, sun eye
Negethig – Dwarflets
Hiril nin – My lady
Nogotheg – Dwarflet
Hannon Le – I thank thee
Meleth nin – My love
Galu – Good fortune
Angol – Magic
Faer – Spirit
Laur – Ancient
Illume – Always (Quenyan)~*~*~*~
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