Title & Chapter Number: Legends 15/16
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!
This time when Haldir awoke from his drowse Illume was with him, cradling him against her breasts, stroking his hair and savoring his exotic dishevelment. He peered up at her through half-lidded eyes.
"How do you DO that?" he grumbled.
"Well, I…" She slipped a hand around his now-flaccid penis and stroked upward.
He groaned in appreciation, but captured her hand, stilling her ministrations. "Not that, little beast. How do you set me to sleep at will?"
Illume leaned over and kissed the tiny thought line inside his right eyebrow. "Magic," she teased.
He caught a berry-like nipple between his teeth and suckled until she was both giggling and squealing. As they tussled, a movement drew his eye. A light breeze had penetrated the tangled forest and set Tatharnen's canopy to wafting about. Of a sudden, Haldir was conscious of their nakedness and wondered if the Ent had witnessed their play. He moved to shield Illume with his body. She followed his gaze and chuckled.
"So modest of a sudden?" she teased, and nodded toward the Ent. "He sleeps. He slept throughout. He saw nothing."
"Did you…Can you bring sleep to his kind, as well?"
"Apparently," she grinned, pleased with the discovery of this new skill.
Haldir rose to his elbows, one sleek eyebrow on the rise. "You are a dangerous creature," he remarked in his silk-sandy burr. "You may do as you wish about the Ent, but you will cease putting me to sleep."
"Some things are best served by rest - recovery from near death, for one."
"I am healed," he retorted, flexing his tender back experimentally. "But you could have been damaged by this foolhardy healing of me. When you healed the black you slept long. Why do you not sleep now?"
"The Ent waters…" she began evasively.
"I drank from them, too, and yet twice you have awakened before me."
Her eyes slid away. He grasped her chin and turned her face back to him. And he waited.
"I…" She paused, wary of exposing this newest revelation. "It seems that…" Again, she hesitated.
He lifted a strand of tawny flax from her brow and laid his lips to her forehead. "Tell me," he whispered against her skin.
"It seems that whatever healing I give to you, you give back to me."
Haldir took his time digesting this revelation. "I can heal the Healer?" he finally asked.
She sighed and nodded.
"And has this ever happened before?" A smile was tickling the corner of his too-perfect mouth.
She sighed again, and shook her head.
"Ummmhm. And think you that this…talent of mine might be of some use to you, my lady?"
Illume pursed her lips to keep from smiling at the re-emergence of her proud Elf in the full glory of his customary hauteur.
"And while we speak of that which only I can `bring to you as mate'," he continued, "…there is the matter of the dragon-which-of-course-is-not-yours. She became very fond of me in our short time together. She may choose to serve me in preference to you. If you wish to retain her services…" Haldir dodged too late to avoid the sharp little punch to his shoulder.
"She is friend to me, not a slave, lout. I have known her from an egg…"
"When you stole her…" Haldir prompted.
"When I FREED her…! And we have known each other ever since..." She paused, glaring at him suspiciously. "You are playing with me," she accused.
"Yes." His smile was feral as he lowered his length over her. "So let us play. We have many lifetimes to discuss slaves and dragons and…"
~*~*~*~
As in Lothlorien, they savored a few short days of rest, squabbling, training, hunting, begging Tatharnen for stories of Ent-lore when he visited the grove, and loving, always loving. And for a few short days they did not dwell on what was to come beyond the day or night they inhabited. …Until…
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