Title & Chapter Number: Legends 10/16
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 return ride to the glade was accomplished for the most part in silence. Haldir sat the black with military precision. The tension in his body was so tangible that Illume finally pulled her arms from around his waist. Haldir immediately replaced them.
"It hurts," she said and withdrew them again.
"What hurts?" Haldir asked curtly.
"The anger...I can feel it through your skin, through your clothes. It hurts."
He did not attempt to reclaim her arms and they continued in silence. They had dismounted and ascended to the flet before he spoke again.
"And when was I to know you are not my little cat, but a legend that lives…some venerable property of all time?" He inquired with chilling civility. "Perhaps after you tired of baiting me for your amusement? Or when you no longer needed someone to un-shoe your horse or feed you and bathe you and protect your sleep?"
Against his will, his voice began to heat. "Did you enjoy playing at being the lover of one such as I am…a non-royal, an Elf of but a few thousand years, a mere servant?"
He paced the length of the flet in effort to regain control. Turning back to Illume, he sneered, "The Hand Healer, you? …A healer of strays and outcasts…A coward who could have saved many a fallen warrior."
As he paced the deck once more, the crow sailed in to perch on Illume's shoulder. The bird spiked his head and thigh feathers aggressively and flapped his wings in Haldir's direction.
Ignoring this implied threat, Haldir wheeled on the pair. "Boromir!" he gritted. "You could have saved Boromir! Instead you waste your gift on a Nazgul horse and a broken crow." He gestured dismissively at the big black bird.
Throughout his tirade Illume said nothing. She had hoped his anger would fade eventually from having been spoken aloud. But she recoiled from this last accusation as if punched in the heart. He had chosen his weapon well, this mention of his human lover. It was too much. She had allowed him too close and would now pay the price. His disdain and the wounded pride that fueled it scorched her. Pain thrummed inside her skull. And her damaged heart began its mourning for the comrade, the playmate, the lover she had grown to adore in so short a time.
"You will explain yourself!" Haldir demanded, grasping her forearms. "You will explain why you choose to give me pleasure with your touch, but will not use it to save the lives of other than wounded beasts."
She gasped in surprise as welts began to bubble up beneath his fingers. He lifted his hands, staring incredulously at the damage he had done. His anger was blistering the smooth flesh of her arms!
She stepped back and, for a moment, chasm-deep sorrow laid shadows upon the once lively topaz of her eyes. Then her face emptied of expression and her skin began to lighten.
Haldir's alarm grew. Her essence seemed to be vacating her body, leaving just the solemn porcelain likeness standing before him.
As he watched, she began to waver,like an image viewed through water. Her skin became a reflection of the tree behind her until all he could see clearly was her garb. When it fell away and pooled on floor he made another grab for her. This time no warm flesh came to his touch.
She was gone.
"Illume," he barked. "You will stay and answer me." He stormed to the edge of the flet and his voice rose to the leafy canopy above. "Illume!"
The black's receding hoof beats echoed in the forest.
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