Title & Chapter Number: Sins of the Father 2/?
Author(s): - Author's Index
Fandom: Tolkien
Rating: R
Disclaimer: Nothing belongs to me `cept the carpal tunnel…and various bizarre action figures. No elves were harmed during this Fic…and I do not test on animals.
Warnings: Violence, self mutilation, unresolved pain
Betas: Nope
Cast: Orophin/ OFC
Timeline: TA AU
Spoilers: Nada
Summary: Orophin is caught up in the fear of a backward Human village and pays a high price for his heritage and his father's past.
Notes: This plot centers around a storyline developed by myself and EmberVixen..involving the fate of the Lorien Brother's parents.. Vhaelvyren is Embers own creation...as the former March Warden and father of Haldir, Orophin and Rumil...
"You there… in the tree," she commanded, her hands going to her hips as she assumed her best huffy stance.
"Come down here and face me if you want to stare!"
Orophin looked around him half expecting someone else to be up there, the woman's attitude far more aggressive than he would have guessed. It seemed her personality was indeed as fiery and rare as her hair color.
Slipping down from his perch in a soundless leap, the young Galadhrim landed but a mere few inches from the glowering female, his lips curled in to a mischievous smirk at her bravado.
"Oh thank-you my lady," he mocked, his tongue catching on the rough Westron speech, "You are quite correct, the view is indeed much nicer from here."
The young woman's eyes widened as she took in the tall stranger who stood gracefully a full head and half taller than she, and who's handsome face was framed by the most interestingly pointed ears. This was no man, but an Elf, the first she had ever been this close to in her whole life, and the realization both aroused and unnerved her. Her mother had filled her with countless stories about the Elf kind and their despicable ways and how that despite their luminous appearance their hearts crawled with evil and darkness.
Instinctively she backed away.
Orophin chuckled at the young one's sudden change of attitude, his hands coming up in a gesture of peace.
"I am sorry mellon-nin, I mean you no harm," he offered, feeling a bit ashamed of his behavior.
"I am Orophin of Lothlorien"
The woman eyed the Elf carefully, noting especially the full quiver of arrows and the daggers that he wore at his waist. Though he spoke of peace, he looked far from peaceful and she was completely unarmed. Orophin cocked his head and followed the human's line of sight. He did not see himself as threatening, but then again he was the one with the bow. Slowly he crouched and set the weapon on the ground, flashing her a smile that he hoped would ease her apprehension.
"Aislin." It was out before she could slap her hand over her mouth. What was she doing offering up her name to lurking Elves.
"Aislin," Orophin rolled the name over his tongue as if tasting it. "A beautiful name, meleth," he purred, seating himself beneath the large tree.
Finding her courage again, Aislin nudged the bow out of the way with the tip of her foot before approaching the Elf that had the audacity to sprawl himself beneath HER tree.
"What do you want with me Elf?" she blurted, embarrassing herself with how much like her mother she sounded. He had not threatened her or made any 'despicable' moves yet she treated him as if he was a horror.
Orophin plucked at some grass that tufted about the base of the oak and stretched a wide piece between his thumbs before bringing it to his mouth to create the most ridiculous sound. The odd squeal echoed about the garden, breaking the tension.
Aislin could not keep a straight face for she had not expected this elegant creature to act so… childishly. A grin trembled upon the edges of her lips and she tried her best to look unimpressed.
"What were you doing up MY tree," she questioned narrowing her green eyes in an attempt to look more annoyed than she actually was. Orophin dropped the grass from his fingers and looked that the youngling incredulously.
"Your tree?" he inquired, quite amused that the human could possibly believe that she held ownership to the oak.
"Yes, Oroph... Elf!!!! It belongs to my family… it is on our land." Aislin bit down her frustration and pulled herself to her full height, which was not as formidable as she would have liked. "And so are you," she accused, eyeing the stranger carefully.
"Well," replied Orophin crossing his legs and his arms and settling against the solid trunk of the tree in question, "It never mentioned that it belonged to you." A soft breeze chose that moment to rustle the leaves and as if on cue scattered them like a rainfall of green around the smirking Elf's shoulders.
Aislin's mouth fell open at the sight and she gazed at Orophin with round glittering eyes.
"The tree talked to you?"
"Oh yes," replied the Galadhrim, leaning his head languidly against the bark, his blue eyes dancing with mischief.
"It told me many things... tales about the birds, and the lack of rain… And of a certain young girl who brought some lad named Haneth to hide behind its branches while they…"
Aislin rushed forward and clamped her hand over Orophin's mouth utterly embarrassed at what the Elf was about to reveal. Beneath her palm she felt him smile and yanked it back when his soft lips caressed her skin setting herself off balance. In an ungraceful heap she fell into the Elf's lap, his arms steadying her against him.
"Well now," he chuckled as she squirmed against his loose embrace. "I think I like this vantage point the best of all."
"Let me go," she protested, trying unsuccessfully to stand and falling back into Orophin's waiting embrace more than once, each movementtangling her skirts more tightly about her legs.
"By the goddess," she whined, wiggling against the Elf's hips in attempt make purchase on the ground. "Do help me up."
Orophin smiled down into the maid's flushed face and shifted his body so that she could feel just how much he was enjoying this game.
"Oh I think I like you just where you are," he teased, as she ceased struggling when his arousal nudged her backside.
"Ohhhhhh you are... you..." Aislin flustered, her cheeks blushing crimson, "You are despicable!!!!!!"
"Me??????" replied Orophin holding up his hands so that she could see that he was not holding her against her will.
" It seems that it is you fair maid who is wriggling deliciously against me…. You can remove yourself at any time…"
"I cannot," she growled, not daring to move against the Elf's growing concern, her body almost trembling with frustration.
"You cannot… Or do not wish to," teased the Galadhrim, whispering softly into her ear.
"Help me up," she breathed, a shiver betraying her body's reaction to his close proximity.
"Under one condition," he murmured, his lips skimming the edge of her ear as he breathed in her scent.
"One kiss…"
Aislin stilled completely, the Elf's request, not entirely repugnant to her. In fact, her belly tingled at the prospect of those perfect lips pressed to hers.
"And you will keep your word?" The youngling's eyes fluttered closed as Orophin's mouth nipped at her neck.
"Aye… I will…" he replied, nuzzling the soft flesh that had move closer to him.
"Alright..." Aislin shivered and suddenly pushed away from Orophin's chest, shifting in his embrace until she faced him, his clear blue gaze even with hers.
"One kiss…"
Orophin smiled and tipped her chin with his fingers and brushed his lips tentatively across hers, decidedly making his one kiss something he or she would not soon forget. The human tasted unlike anyone he had sampled before, bittersweet and sharp, like a crisp green apple not quite ready to eat. It was the taste of mortality and he savored the feel of her mouth as she curiously opened to him.
Aislin was prepared to exact the Elf's price and then send him upon his way, however she was not prepared for the pull of her body to his as his lips caressed hers in what was to be a just a simple kiss. Never had she shared a mouth so sweet or tasted lips so decadent.
Against her better judgment she slipped her arms about his neck and deepened the kiss losing herself in the new sensation with a soft moan.
Breaking the kiss, Orophin shifted forward and began to lift Aislin to her feet, his body protesting his chivalrous motives.
"What are you doing," she breathed hotly against his parted lips, her fingers hopelessly tangled in the silken fineness of his hair.
"I am keeping my word," he replied, tracing the soft curve of her jaw with the back of his hand.
"Foolish Elf," she moaned wrapping her freed legs about his waist, and capturing his lips once more.
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