Title & Chapter Number: Legends 6/16
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!
Haldir lay propped on one elbow, fingers sifting through the springy pelt covering Illume's nether triangle. His eyes roamed her body from tough little feet to tabby mane, and returned to that glorious pelt. Elven females did not have hair on their bodies, but he had encountered nether hair on both male and female humans and rather enjoyed the feel of such.
He slid around to position himself between her legs and dipped his face into the glossy mass, inhaling his own scent mingled with hers. Illume stirred and began to rouse from her slumber. The Elf glanced up and met her half-lidded gaze.
"What are thee, little cat?" he asked, "Not woman, not Elf…"
"Not dwarflet," she purred.
He grinned and lowered his face into her heat.
The tickling glide of his tongue around the edges of her nether lips had her arching off the forest floor. He parted her and covered her reddening nub with his mouth, alternately laving then suckling until she grabbed his braids and tried to pull him up her body.
"Haldir!" she gasped. "Please…"
He shook free of her hands and grinned wickedly.
"Greater pleasure, I promised…"
He lowered his mouth to her again, this time slipping a clever finger into her depths as well. With unerring finesse, he found her secret spot and teased it with a gentle fingertip.
"Haldir… Aaaaaaahhhhhhh..."
As her belly bowed upward again, the Guardian rose to his knees and pulled her spread-legged onto his lap, burying himself groin deep in her satiny purse. He held her tight to his body with one arm around her waist and rocked her against himself.
The long-unaccustomed feel of a penis stretching her inner core had her moaning her pleasure into his mouth. When it seemed she was about to fly apart, he wedged his thumb into her heat along side his member. He wiggled it in her juices then drug it up her pearled slit and rotated it once…twice around her inflamed nub. This new sensation slammed her into a keening orgasm, her body arcing back against his arm.
When Haldir could feel her inner ripples begin to subside, he pulled her gently back into his arms, crooning soft Elvish phrases. Her head drooped against his chest.
"Mmmmmmm…"
"Ah. My little cat purrs," he whispered smugly.
She caught his skin in her sharp teeth and nipped a small wound into his flawless shoulder. He flinched and his engorged member pulsed within her body, further excited by this pleasure-pain.
"And she bites," he ground out.
She cast him a predatory glance then slithered free of his arms and down his body.
"Yes, hir nin. She bites." Illume confirmed. "Do you still entrust this treasure to me?"
She suckled his erect nipple on her way down his corded chest. He gasped as she laved her way around his navel and detoured to the soft channel of skin where his leg met his body. She took her time licking him delicately with a sharp tongue point before transferring her attention to his penis. He held his breath as she regarded it…patiently…intently.
As if asking for her touch, the subject of her scrutiny bobbed upward. Illume smiled and lowered her mouth to the plumy helmet. She probed the tiny slit at its tip then lowered her tongue to lave his length from its base upward in one wet, voluptuous sweep.
Haldir's buttocks rose toward this new delight then slammed back down when she caged his most tender flesh between her pointed incisors. He lay scrupulously still, oddly excited by this implied threat.
Illume fixed a feral gaze upon him and slowly, carefully ran her teeth down his straining organ. Haldir's head fell back, silky mane tangling with the grasses carpeting the forest floor.
"This pleases you, hir nin?" Illume teased in a low voice. "And this…Pleases you this as well?" She settled her lips over his penis and slowly engulfed it, sucking lightly and testing his hardness with those sharp teeth.
His response was a groan and a muffled. "Saes…Saes!"
She swirled her tongue around him once before raising her head.
"Please, what? This?" And pushing his legs farther up and apart, she breached his nether entrance with her tongue. This startled a shout from him and he bucked against her ministrations. She held him fast, wetting him thoroughly before she withdrew.
"You would deny me your superior Elven flesh?" she mocked. "Would you also deny me this?" She forced two slender fingers into his anus, thrusting deeply to tap the sensitive gland within.
"Uuuuuhhhhhhh! Gods! Illume…!"
"Yes" she breathed, recapturing his penis in her mouth. She thrust her lips down over him and worked her fingers in and out of his dusky tunnel until she could feel the gland ballooning toward orgasm. Then she settled her fingertips against the orb and pressed.
Haldir screamed his release to the canopy above, body arcing up from the forest floor. His essence fountained into the back of Illume's throat, enchanting her with its saline bitter-sweetness.
When Haldir finally sagged back to Arda, he dragged Illume up against his side.
"Where did you learn this trick, witch?" he demanded in a sex-sanded voice.
"I have seen many things," she smiled into his chest. "I saw you, with the Gondorian."
"You as well…?" Haldir sighed.
"From afar," she placated. "He seemed to like it when you did it to him."
"I like it when YOU do it to ME," he countered. "You will do it again…as soon as…" His voice drifted as he fell away into a light slumber.
Illume held him close until she was certain she would not disturb his sleep, and carefully freed herself from his embrace.
She slipped into the forest gathering innocuous bits of greens with which to make her `poultice.' When she returned to the glade, Haldir still dozed with the black hovering nearby.
She knelt beside the Elf's wounded side and placed her hands over the angry gash. Heat began to course and an orangey glow blossomed against the torn flesh. Illume held herself steady against the gathering echoes of past wounds to the Guardian's body and heart. This was for flesh alone…for the Orc damage. She would not take away anything that had made this precious being exactly what he was.
As Haldir's flesh rejoined and smoothed into its original perfection, Illume slumped away. Bracing herself on one hand, she managed to cover her work with a liberal plastering of the sticky poultice before collapsing by his side. Long experience prompted her to conceal the true nature of her healing gift. There would be too many supplicants to be able to serve all. Besides, Haldir did not wish to believe in the legend of the "Hand Healer." So be it, she told herself…
She spooned her backside into his body and even in his sleep he reached for her, securing her in his arms. On its own volition his member rose against her. Her last sleepy act was to position her upper leg to allow him to slide into her moist haven.
~*~*~*~
And that is how Rumil found the pair, naked, entwined and joined…slumbering at the base of the oak with that big black horse standing over them. The elf decided it would be best for all if he introduced himself formally to the black, though aloud as he had not yet mastered Haldir's degree of mind-speak. The black responded by snuffling and nibbling at his locks. The fastidious Elf withdrew a sodden braid between thumb and forefinger.
"Ah, allies at last."
He stroked the great black muzzle, and then stooped to drape his brother's cloak over the sleeping pair.
"Wouldn't appreciate being discovered thus," he remarked softly to the horse. "Stern is my brother. Unpleasant, one could say, when irritated."
He rested his head against the black's heavily muscled neck for a moment, enjoying the vista of his fierce brother in blissful, disheveled repose. He had never seen that particular expression on Haldir's face, but mentally thanked the odd little visitor for putting it there. Then he slipped from the glade.
~*~*~*~
Dialog translations from Sindarin:
Hir nin – My lord
Saes – Please~*~*~*~
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