Title & Chapter Number: Sins of the Father 4/?
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...
Orophin ran until he could no longer run anymore, his rage draining his endurance faster than he would have liked. How dare his brother pass judgement on him. For centuries the Elf had treated him as no more than a compatriate and now all of a sudden he claimed brotherhood and to have his best interests in mind. Haldir did not know him. Haldir had no idea. Haldir had NO right.
Bracing himself against a tree, the young Galadhrim searched the dark wood for an indication of where his blind racing had led him ,and despite the lack of moonlight to aid in his search ,he recognized the distinct outline of oak and beech in the distance. Even with his dear brother's intent on keeping them apart, it seemed the Valar had other plans for he had run straight for one place that the March Warden had warned him away from, the one place he had a future....the human village.
Aislan rolled over again, sleep having eluded her for hours. Her mother had kept her extremly busy today, and by all rights she should be utterly exhausted, but it seemed that every time she closed her eyes and let her mind drift upon the edges of slumber, the most disturbing of images would crawl into her thoughts. Visions of fire and arrows and blood and..Elves....NO....she refused to allow the poisoned beliefs of her mother invade her sleep.
Slipping from the warmth of her bedding furs, the young girl dressed quickly in the dark and tiptoed over past her sleeping siblings. In the outer chamber she could hear her fathers rumbling snores and a quick peek through the curtain that separated the rooms told her that her mother slept, though lightly. She was the only one up and about and the thought was somewhat pleasing to her and though she would be be sorry in the morning that she had not slept ,she bounded for the open window and scrambled silently out into the dark.
He had come to her mostly in the night , and though she knew deep inside that he was of no threat, she still felt the apprehensive tingle begin within her belly as she approached what was now becoming known as thier tree. Ever since the afternoon that she had given herself to her Elven lover, she had been hard pressed to think of anything or anyone else. He was far more attentive and gentle than she could have ever imagined and his beauty radiated from him like a halo of light drawing her in like a moth to flame.. How she longed to burn with him again....
Slowly Aislan reached out and laid her palm upon the roughened bark of the old oak that shared her secret. Orophin had showed her how to listen and had covered his own hand over hers as he allowed the tree to share in their passion for one another. So patient was this Elf when she had giggled at the cool tingling that crept up her arms. He simply held her tight and kissed her intently and soon the tingling burst forth into a white heat that sought out the core of her body and washed her away. Closing her eyes tightly, Aislan tried to feel the heat that had been imprinted upon the arbor, tried to feel again the passion that burned in the garden that evening. For countless moments she could feel nothing but the echoes of the suns subtle warmth upon the cooling bark, but then, like a flash of recognition, the heat pulsed forward and all but took her breath away with it renewed urgency. Her eyes flew open and in the darkness she saw him, his clear glittering gaze searching hers with need. Without another thought she moved forward and into his arms, his weapon falling to the soft ground, leaving him as defenseless as her.
Orophins need was far more desperate than he had anticipated. He had intended only to rest upon her breast and listen to he steady thrum of her mortal heart. She grounded him and made him feel desired and important, but once wrapped in her fragrant embrace he lost all restraint and as his lips met hers in the cool darkness of the garden his passion roared like the very fires of the black mountain. Fingers wrapped in unbound tendrils of silver and copper weaving them together in a tangle of fire and ice. Clothing was quickly discarded and replaced the press of warm and willing flesh, each touch burning with exquisite heat.
"I need you Aislan...," rasped Orophin, as he clutched at the young woman's slender body, pulling her as close to him as he could possibly manage.
"Orophin I am here," she sighed between branding kisses.
Overtaken by his desire, the Galadrhim pulled her down to the base of the sheltering oak and wrapped his body about hers, slaking his seemingly unquenchable thirst for her until the sun began to pink the sky.
In pale light Aislan shifted beneath Orophin's cloak and he pulled her closer to him, his desire having not waned during the night. He was content here wrapped about her body and at this very moment with the first light of dawn glinting off the dew kissed grasses, he knew what he wanted. He wanted someone to love him in return, he wanted a life for himself devoid of his illustrious brother's shadow, he wanted children, he wanted Aislin......
"Aislin," he whispered, turning her warm body in his strong embrace.
The young woman opened her pale eyes and smiled sleepily up into his handsome face. He was like a dream. Leaning forward she captured his parted lips with her own.
"Aye," she whispered, trailing her fingers across the taut muscles of his belly, delighting in his breathless shiver. "I want you, " he replied smoothing her hair behind her ear, tracing the rounded edges with a delicate finger. "You have had me many times my love," she replied her lips curling into a knowing smile. "No," answered Orophin, the earnestness of his tone causing Aislins smile to soften.
"I want you in my life. I want you to be my mate....Aislin...come away with me...." The young woman was momentarily overwhelmed. This was not something that she had ever considered even in her wildest fantasies. It would mean leaving her family and her village....but one touch of Orophins lips to hers sealed her decision.
" Yes, Orophin....I am yours..."
The Galadrhim returned to her almost everynight, their unions brief and hurried. It was becoming more and more difficult to keep their relationship clandestine, and Aislin worried that her siblings knew of her trysts. One brother in particular, Hanath, seemed quite interested in Elves as of late and was asking far to many questions of her. He was not quite ten years of age so Aislin was not sure that he was the best of confidantes. Instead she plied him with tales of night herb gatherings and star watching. The stories were getting a bit threadbare and the lack of sleep was seemingly taxing her health leaving her nauseous and exhausted, but she persevered.
For weeks Aislin kept the secret of her bonding with the Lorien Elf to herself. She dared not ever tell her mother, for the woman would surely not agree to such an arrangement. In the matter of Elves she would not be budged, though her reasons till remained hidden. When asked she would not elaborate except for simply stating that they were untrustworthy and utterly despicable. Aislin saw nothing that would label her Orophin as such and planned to give her mother a bit more time before announcing her intentions.
Orophin avoided Haldir with the utmost skill, using Rumil to his advantage when he could. He hated to drag his younger brother into the middle, but he found he had no choice, for the youngster shared his Talan and thus was privy to his coming and going.The youngling was more than willing to keep his secret for they had both relied upon each other most of their lives, and tell the truth Rumil was quite thrilled to know something that Haldir did not. That alone kept him loyal to Orophin and his cause .
One morning however, the March Warden of Lorien decided he had quite enough of these games and decided that it was high time he exercised his authority as both eldest of the family and Captain of the Guard and get to the bottom of this ridiculous infatuation with humans. Before the sun had even begun to hint at rising he swung silently up to the brothers talan and slipped inside. As he had expected Rumil was sound asleep and Orophins pallet was cold and empty. Slipping between the coverlet he pulled the furs close to his head and then whispered loudly in the sleeping youngling's direction.
" Rumil.....brother......I am back.........."
The young Galadrhim shifted in his bed and turned towards the voice.
"Welcome back brother," he replied sleepily, and noting the darkness that still hung about them continued, " You are back early, I trust all is well......"
"Oh indeed it is..." mocked Haldir, glaring at Rumil from beneath the coverlet.
"You do not sound yourself gwador," replied the younger Rumil propping himself up on his elbow to focus in the dark.
"Perhaps that is because I am NOT myself" growled the March Warden throwing off the covers and coming to stand closer to the gawking guard so as he would make no mistake as to whom he was addressing.
Rumil groaned loudly and fell back onto the pallet, covering his face with his hands.
"I suggest little brother that you start talking, and start talking now. I want to know where Orophin is RIGHT NOW!"
Haldir was not the only one who had quite had enough of the games.
"Perhaps he does not want you to know his whereabouts..BROTHER!", retorted Rumil in a most unexpected outburst.
"Then you DO know where he is" growled Haldir, his fist clenching in frustration.
"Aye...,' replied Rumil slowly reaching for his sword that lay bedside his pallet.
"You will tell me...," snarled Haldir advancing on the youngling.
In an instant Rumil has his sword pointed leveled at Haldir's throat. " Why? He snapped, hopping off the bed to face his brother square on. " So you can haul him back. He is in love Haldir. For once in his life he has someone that he cares for and you wish to tear him away because of your arrogant distrust!''
Haldir stood firmly, and swallowed hard. His lack of communication with his brothers had caused this rift in trust and now perhaps Orophin would pay for it with his life.
The elder brother relaxed his body and sat heavily on the end of Rumil's pallet, his threatening stance abandoned.
" Rumil," he stated softly, his hands steepling nervously against his lips.. " There is something you must know...."
~ Next Chapter ~
~ Previous Chapter ~
~ Library Main ~
~ Author Index ~ Character Index ~ Title Index ~
~ Hall Of Fire ~ Gallery ~
~ Links ~ Shops ~ Map ~ News ~ Rules ~ Lists ~ ~
This page is in no way affiliated with New Line Cinema or Tolkien Enterprises, and no profit is being made.
The information contained herein is NOT to be used to spam or in any other way harrass its members. Be advised that abuse of this site will not be tolerated, and the appropriate legal action will be taken.
Hall-Of-Fire.Com v.4.0, Copyright © 2003, 2004, 2005, 2006, 2007, 2008, 2009 by Cristine Cook-Fireheart. All rights reserved. This web site may not be reproduced in any form, except as occurs in normal browser caching, without express written permission from the author.
Website by Infinite Connections Design.
