Title & Chapter Number: Herdir 1/1
Author(s): - Author's Index
Website: Tortured Scribes
Fandom: Tolkien/LotR
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: All things Tolkien belong to his estate. All things original belong to me. I wrote it story purely for my own amusement and make no profit.
Warnings: Het Sex
Betas: Alex
Cast: Haldir/OFC
Timeline: AU; Pre-Lord of the Rings
Spoilers: None
Summary: Haldir breaks in a new slave.
Notes: This is in response to the Haldir Slave Fic challenge on Northern Fences
Fools, Haldir thought as he watched the small band of Humans crossing the grassy plain beyond the border of the realm he guarded. Mortal eyes would not have discerned them, but his Elven eyes had. The night was moonless and black, but that did not hamper him. He knew that was the reason the Humans had dared such a crossing so close to Elven lands. The shifting of impatient feet drew his attention and he glared over his shoulder at his youngest brother, Orophin, who promptly ceases his movements. Turning his gaze once more to the distant shadows that crept along in the distance, Haldir raised his hand in a silent command to advance.
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The cool breeze caused Elysia's dark hair to flutter and sent a chill down her back. A sense of foreboding filled her as if the night wind carried an evil omen. She reached up with easy grace and snatched at the air before her, as if to pluck the dark thoughts before they could manifest into reality. Tis only the thin line of forest in the distance that causes you unease, she thought. She turned hazel eyes to scan the darkness trying to reassure herself that their passage went unnoticed. That there were no dark figures in the murky night waiting to capture them. Elysia and her father had joined with a small band of Humans making their way to the Free Lands in the East. This was the most dangerous part of the crossing for it brought them close to the Elven lands in the Forest of Gold. If they were detected, then it was a guarantee that they would be enslaved, forced to serve Elven masters until they passed to the Fate of Men.
The night was suddenly filled with a light whistling and Elysia's eyes widened in horror as she watched an arrow imbed itself into her father's back. Her screams tore from her throat to mix with those around her. She knew that Elves were upon them. They would slaughter the men and capture the women and children. She dropped to her knees and pulled her father to her. "Papa!"
"Run, daughter. Leave me and flee. Use the night to-" His words were cut off by a gurgle and the vacant stare of the dead filled his eyes.
Something snapped within Elysia, breaking the horrifying spell of inaction that had ensnared her. She would mourn her father later, when she was free of danger. Leaping to her feet, Elysia sprinted away from the confusion and death that surrounded her. The tall grass whipped about her bare legs as she ran, expecting to feel the sharp pain of an arrow in her back at any moment. The darkness blinded her and she didn't see the small hole hidden by the tall grass. Her foot found it unerringly and she tripped, falling forward to land heavily on the ground. Her foot screamed in protest as it twisted, causing pain to lance up through her leg. Fighting back tears and struggling to breathe, Elysia listened for sounds of pursuit but could only hear the rapid throb of the blood rushing through her ears. Instinct told her to move on, despite the agony of her twisted ankle, and she rose, biting back a cry at the pain. She stumbled onward into the night toward the sound of gurgling water and the low foothills beyond.
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Haldir watched the young woman as she broke from the pack of Humans. He called to his troops to let her go, she would not get far and he would enjoy the sport of fetching her. The brief glimpse he had gotten told him that he would probably claim her as spoils. It was his right as leader of the squad. The rest of the captives would be turned over to the Lord and Lady, to dispense as they saw fit.
The Humans were quickly subdued and Haldir gave orders to Orophin to take them to Caras Galadhon. He would return as soon as he had captured his new pet. Confident that his orders would be carried out, he jogged out into the long grass in the direction the young girl had fled.
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Elysia could not believe her luck when she found a small cave set into the craggy face of the rolling hills. Scrub brush grew up and around the entrance casting it in shadows, she had almost over looked it in the pre-dawn light. Crawling through the low entrance into the surprisingly roomy cave beyond, she collapsed on the soft sandy floor, exhausted from her flight and the mental anguish of her father's death. She was alone now; her mother had died while she was still a small child, and for the first time in her eighteen years, she had no one to follow or care for her. Her eyes slid shut as her numb mind began to drift towards sleep. Even the dull thud of her ankle would not chase away the cobwebs that began to fill her thoughts. She knew that she shouldn't give in to the urge, but she was so tired. Surely, if she had been seen, the Elves would have either killed her or recaptured her by now. No, she was safe. That was the last thought to cross her mind as she gave herself over darkness.
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Haldir had followed the girl's tracks with ease through the tall grass, past a small creek and into the rocky foothills beyond, his sharp eyes finding the small cave. He paused outside the entrance and listened, hearing the light breathing in the darkness beyond. Not taking any changes, he drew his sword and crawled through the small opening which was just big enough to accommodate his broad shoulders. It took only a moment for his eyes to acclimate to the gloomy darkness of the cave's interior. There was his little Human, sleeping on the thick white sand covering the cave's floor. She was a tiny thing, the top of her head coming only to his shoulder if he were to hazard a guess. Her frame was slender bordering on too thin. Thick dark hair cascaded down around her shoulders in stringy curtain. She was dressed in a short, threadbare dress that reached her knees, it was made of a dark coarse material and the mottled gray/brown color did little to enhance her beauty. Yes, he thought, there was beauty beneath the dirt and grime that covered her. His nostrils flared as the pungent odor of unwashed flesh reached him. The first order of business would be to bathe his new slave.
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A gentle swaying sensation rocked Elysia. She was a child again, happily sitting in her mother's lap free of the worries that would plague her later. The pleasant dream was shattered as icy water surrounded her, jerking her awake. She quickly gained her feet ignoring the pain in her ankle sputtering and coughing. Looking wildly about her, still disoriented from sleep, she tried to understand what was happening and where she was. Her eyes fastened upon the tall Elf standing on the shore staring down at her with cold blue eyes. Memories returned as panic settled into her chest. She had been tracked after all. She turned to flee towards the opposite shore of the tiny river but was brought up short by his command.
"You will stay where you are or you will regret it. I can be by your side before you take more than two steps on the opposite shore."
Elysia turned and regarded him, shivering in the icy water.
"Very good, Slave. I am Haldir and you belong to me now. You will call me Herdir. It means master in my tongue." He regarded her coldly.
Elysia said nothing, still in shock over the sudden turn in her situation.
"Disrobe."
The word rang in Elysia's ears and she knew what this Elf wanted from her. A sudden fury at the casualness of his claim of ownership washed over her. In a burst of adrenaline brought on by that fury, she turned and sprinted toward the opposite bank. True to his word, Haldir was by her side before she had taken more than a few steps on the sandy shore. He reached out and grabbed her hair, twisting it painfully in his hand. "Do not be a fool," he hissed. "I am faster, stronger and my senses are sharper. You cannot hope to escape me. You will remove that filthy rag you are wearing and you will bathe the stench and grime from your body or I will do it for you."
Tears pricked Elysia's eyes as he continued to pull her head back painfully.
"Do you understand me, Slave?"
"Yes."
Another painful jerk snapped her head back further.
"Yes, what?"
She could not stop the tears that leaked from the corner of her eyes as the burning of her scalp intensified. "Yes… Herdir." She spoke the second word lightly as though she could take away some of its power of her.
Haldir released her hair and pushed her toward the small stream. He noted her limp and frowned as he took in the swollen purple flesh around her ankle. He would deal with it later, for now he just wanted her clean. He leapt the small stream effortlessly and began to scan the ground around the creek. Spotting the plant he needed, he pulled his knife and carefully cut a handful. Return to the girl, he dropped the plant trimmings onto the bank as he noted in satisfaction that she had removed her offensive garment. She held it to the front of her body, denying him the ability to look his fill. He wasn't concerned; there would be time for a leisurely exploration later, after she was no longer offensive to his delicate senses. "You will break open the plant and use it to cleanse the filth from your flesh, Slave."
Elysia said nothing, but moved wearily toward the bank. She kept her eyes locked on his tall powerful frame, ready to retreat if he made a grab for her. At the last possible second, her eyes shifted to the shoreline as she reached out with a free hand to retrieve the soap plant. Before she could fathom what he was going to do, Haldir had snatched her dress away from her. She yelped and retreated into the center of the stream where the water rose to cover her waist.
Haldir dropped the rag and raised one brow as he surveyed her. She had one hand across her breasts, hiding them from his view while the other clutched a few pieces of the plant. Her green-brown eyes were wide and she stared at him seemingly frozen. "What are you waiting for, Slave? You have nothing that I have not seen before. See to your bath and be sure to pay special attention to your hair." He punctuated his statement by dropping into a crouch and washing the hand he had grabbed her hair with.
Elysia stalled for as long as possible. She doubted there was a speck of travel dust left upon her body. She had washed her hair three times and washed her dress twice in an effort to delay the enviable. Finally, the Elf seemed to have had enough of her stall tactics.
"You are clean enough, Slave. Come here."
Elysia slowly drew on the dress and crossed to stand in front of him. He gripped her upper arm firmly and led her back to her cave. She could have sworn he moved slowly in deference to her twisted ankle, but she quickly pushed that thought aside, Elves were not known for their kindnesses to the Race of Man. Heeding his prodding, she crawled back into the cave, butterfly whirling in her stomach. He would rape her now. That is what Elves did with their female slaves. She was untouched but knew the ways of men and woman. Once in the cave, she settled on the sandy floor and waited, a deep depression filling her.
Haldir entered the cave. Removing his cloak, he spread onto the sandy floor and settled himself upon it. He withdrew a leave wrapped parcel from a pouch at his side. Opening it, he broke a piece of the Lembas and held it out to the girl. "Eat this."
Elysia started to refuse, but at the sight of food, her stomach growled in anticipation. It would be stupid not to eat, she need to preserve her strength if she were to survive the ordeal in front of her. Still, his offering to share his food was surprising; she had expected him to pounce on her as soon as he entered the cave. She popped the morsel in her mouth and chewed it slowly. He took one small bite himself and then returned the parcel to his pouch. She frowned. Didn't Elves need more then to survive? Then, much to her surprise, her hunger dissipated, as if she had just devoured a full meal.
Haldir watched the play of emotion across her face. He took in the slight trembling of her frame and the little bumps covering her arms. "You are cold, remove your wet gown."
Frowning, Elysia slowly removed her dress. She was cold but had been willing to suffer so long as she remained covered. Pressing it to her front do little to calm her fears. She continued to tremble as the cool air in the cave sent chills down her damp back.
Haldir stood and took the offensive gown from her. For a brief second, he thought she would refuse to yield it, but she did. He hung it from a slender outcropping on the cave wall, so it would dry and stay relatively free of sand. Turning, he motioned for her to settle on his cloak and he sat next to her. "How did you injure yourself?"
His question threw her off guard and she looked up at him. "What?"
Haldir raised a dark brow, letting his eyes sweep over her nude form. She was a bit thin for his tastes; too much time on the run with too little food had left its mark. He would see that she had plenty to eat so that her frame filled out a bit. But for now, he needed to remind her of her position. He had little patience for insolence and he was renowned for having obedient slaves. He had been rewarded greatly from this reputation and normally made a fair profit from his slaves when he grew bored with their favors. Snaking out a hand, he gripped her damp hair. "We discussed this, Slave. You will address me as Herdir or suffer the consequences. This is the last time I will remind you of this. Now answer my question."
"Yes… Herdir. I twisted it in my flight last night."
"That is better, Slave." Haldir released his hold on her hair and motioned for her foot. She complied, still trembling. He gently prodded her ankle. "Does this hurt?"
"Yes, Herdir."
After a few moments, Haldir seemed satisfied that it was merely sprained and not broken. He allowed his fingers to glide along the smooth flesh noting its golden color from her time spent in the sun. His sharp hearing detected the faint intake of breath and he allowed the faintest of smiles to touch his lips. He had been breaking in new slaves for well over a thousand years. Some Elves chose to brutalize their slaves until they were spiritless, cringing shells, but those slaves never lasted long, either killing themselves or simply willing themselves to die. He much preferred his method of given out small kindnesses interspersed with quick punishments for infractions, which resulted in obedient slaves without crushing their spirits. He practiced this method now as he carefully bound her ankle with strips of cloth from his pouch.
Elysia was thrown off balance by the cruel/kind nature of this Elf. One moment, he was the epitome of all the things she had heard about his race, and the next he was gentle beyond description. She found herself seated before him, while he worked the tangles from her hair with a comb he produced from his pouch. The simple act caused a warm, fuzzy feeling to settle upon her. Her body relaxed against the warning protests of her mind until it to was finally silenced by the hypnotic effect the simple act of the comb running through her hair evoked.
Haldir returned the comb to the pouch at his waist and removed the belt holding it there. He set it aside and returned his attention to the Human slumped before him. He traced his fingers lightly along her shoulders, leaning forward he asked, "What is your name, pet?"
Elysia shuddered as his warm breath fluttered across the shell of her ear sending an unknown bolt through her. "E-Elysia, Herdir." His fingers caressing her shoulders were distracting her, causing a strange feeling in her stomach.
"Have you known another?"
"Herdir?" Elysia couldn't think straight. His voice was like warm honey seeping into her very skin.
"Have you known a lover, pet?"
"N-no, Herdir," Elysia answered honestly. It was no use lying to him, he would find the truth for himself soon enough.
Haldir sighed in disappointment. Breaking in virgin slaves was a tricky business; he would have preferred that she was experienced. "Face me, pet."
She did so, sitting before him, her legs tucked under her, hands folded in her lap hiding her sex, as her hair cascaded down over her shoulders covering her breasts.
"Help me with my tunics." Haldir had found that the best way to handle virgins was to give them something to do, keep their minds from irrational fears. He watched through hooded eyes as she reached out and removed his outer tunic. She folded it neatly and left it sitting in her lap, much to his amusement, using it to cover her sex. His inner tunic soon followed suit. He got to his knees and knelt before her. "Undo the lacings."
Elysia obeyed him as if in a strange dream, watching her hands move with a sort of detachment. But even this detached state, she could not help but notice his beauty. It seemed strange to refer to him with such a feminine word, but she could think of no other word that fit. His clothing had hidden a lithe body, well muscled and firm. She had seen naked men before and his nude body held no surprises, except for the absence of body hair. No, she corrected herself; there was a light patch of golden curls surrounding his penis, which swelled under her gaze. She wondered if the curls were as soft as they looked and stopped herself before she reached out to see if they were.
Haldir read the girl's thoughts plainly. He watched her fingers curl involuntarily as she resisted the urge to touch him. A light blush covered her cheeks, neck and upper chest, but other than that, she gave no sign of distress. He was pleased, maybe she would be easier to train then he first surmised. Reaching out to thread his fingers in her hair, he began to pull her face down toward his erection. "Take me in your mouth."
Elysia's mind rebelled at this order and she balked. "No!"
Haldir acted swiftly. Releasing her hair, he grabbed her body and laid her across his thighs. It was a simple matter to hold her in place with one hand planted firmly on the center of her back. He ignored the screeches of outrage as he slid his free hand down to cup one of the pale globes of her bottom. She froze at his touch. Running his fingers lightly over the soft flesh until the taut muscle relaxed. Smiling, he lifted his hand and smacked her with his open palm leaving a pink handprint of the pale skin. A cry was torn from her throat and echoed in the small space. "That was for disobeying me."
The swirling fingers were back but did little to help Elysia relax. She kept waiting for another blow. The fingers moved up to her lower back and then down to her thighs.
With a patience known only to the Firstborn, Haldir continued his soothing strokes alternating with a gentle massage, eventually, his little pet relaxed and he administered another hard blow. Again a started yelp echoed in the chamber. "That was for neglecting to address me in a proper manner." He wanted to leave her draped across his thighs and continue to explore her silky backside, but he must not let her think a punishment will get her out of something she did not want to do. He pushed her back onto her knees, a hand firmly gripping her hair as he maneuvered her back to her original position before him. "Now, Slave, take me into your mouth and keep your teeth from my flesh or I will make sure that sitting causes you pain for the next week."
Elysia stared at the bulbous head, which had pushed passed the cowl that normally shielded it. Little beads of fluid leaked from the tiny slit. She squeezed her eyes shut and opened her mouth, allowing him to slide between her full lips.
Haldir suppressed a sigh and began to describe in graphic detail what he wanted her do. She was awkward at first but then seem to overcome her inhibitions.
Elysia's jaw was beginning ache as she moved her head up and down the soft firm flesh of his erection. Her tongue swirled along the vein at pulsed down the underside of his shaft. The salty clear fluid leaking from the tiny slit exploded on her taste buds causing a curious thrill to run through her.
A fine sheen of sweat covered Haldir's body as his breathing came in short, soft pants. The familiar pressure began to build within him as he was pushed closer to climax. Finally, like a geyser under pressure, he exploded into her mouth, crying out for her to swallow.
Elysia gagged as the first hot spurt of fluid hit the back of her throat. Instinct had more to do with her swallowing then his terse command. She continued to do so until his tremors subsided and he lifted her head, pulling his spent shaft from her mouth. She looked at him hopefully, perhaps this would be the only service required of her. She had heard talk among the more experienced girls of her small band and had heard that once a male was spent, they needed time to recover. She began to think of escape.
Long years of training allowed Haldir to quickly gain control of his ragged breathing. His slave's eyes darted to the cave opening where a shaft of sunlight spilled into the small space illuminating it. He knew she was thinking of escape under the pretense that like mortal males, he would need time to recover. How little she knew of Elven stamina. "Come lie beside me, pet," he commanded as he stretched gracefully out onto his cloak.
"Yes, Herdir," Elysia complied in a meek tone, seeking to lull him into the mistaken belief that she had been cowed. Her thoughts had led her to another conversation about males and the sensitivity of their groin. A well-placed knee would drop a full-grown man to the ground. She mused that this Elf would feel the same effect.
Haldir wondered what his little pet was thinking; her compliance did not match the defiant fire burning in her eyes. He decided to take a true course and distract her. Leaning over, he pressed his lips to hers in a light kiss, using his skills of seduction to get her to yield to him. She opened her lips and he pressed forward plundering her sweet mouth with his tongue, tasting his own salty essence on her tongue as she dueled with him.
Elysia had been kissed before but never with such ferocity. It took her breath away and left her light headed. A deep yearning for some unknown thing filled her and she desperately tried to push it aside.
Haldir moved from her mouth to sample the flesh of her neck. He teased and tasted down to her shoulders. Then further still until he drew a taut bud into his mouth, rolling the hard flesh between his lips.
A moan escaped Elysia jerking her awareness from the sweet sensations he was building within her. He was still on his side and she rolled towards him, under the pretense of seeking closer contact with him. He lifted his head, ending the delicious torment and locked eyes with her.
"You wish to touch more of me?" Haldir rasped.
"Yes, Herdir." There was no deceit in her eyes or tone for she had not lied. In that moment, she slammed her knee hard into his groin, registering with slight surprise that he was already beginning to stiffen once more. A howl of pain and outrage filled her ears, but she ignored it. Instead, she rolled to her feet with the grace of a cat and bolted to the cave opening. Heedless of her nudity or the agonizing pain ripping through her ankle, she sprinted away wanting to put as much distance between her and her captor as possible. She hadn't gone far when a great weight impacted her. At first, she thought that another Elf had been near by, but the sound of Haldir's words corrected that assumption and sent chills through her.
"You will pay dearly for that, Slave."
Elysia began to struggle in desperation, but to little avail. His weight was too great and pinned her to the ground, her arms trapped beneath her.
Haldir rested against her for a moment to allow the pain in his groin to pass. He had been surprised by the fiery little minx, but would not make the same mistake twice. The pain receded and his desire grew again. The heat and feel of her naked body pressed against his as she squirmed beneath him made him groan.
Elysia froze at the low guttural sound that escaped her captor. She could feel him swelling against her thigh. His weight shifted and his elbow dug into her back as he gripped her hair. A knee forced her legs apart and then the elbow moved and his weight was firmly atop her again. Panic filled her as she felt him probing between her thighs with his shaft. The grass and dirt pressed into her stomach and face and shame filled her. She had never thought it would come to this, to be taken like an animal face down on the ground. She knew in that moment, she did not want to survive this. She did not want to live to have it happen again and again. "Kill me, Herdir. When you are finished, kill me. Grant me that one kindness."
Haldir froze at the sound of resignation in her voice. If he did not kill her, she would see to the task herself as soon as his attention lapsed. This would not do at all. He wanted more than a fleeting roll on the ground with this new slave. She had potential and it would be stupid to waste it. He sat up keeping a firm grip on her hair, lest she tried to run again. "Sit up and look at me."
Elysia complied as she wondered if he would grant her request. Would she be punished now for daring to ask? She didn't care anymore. What was life worth if you were bound to another with no free will? His blue eyes were unreadable. She was learning to hate that about Elves, the fact that you could not read their faces, could not garner even a hint of their thoughts. "Yes, Herdir."
Haldir sighed as he reached out to wipe a stray smudge of dirt from her face. "I will not kill you, pet. Nor, will I allow you to take matters into your own hands. Come, we will retire back to the cave."
He stood, pulling her to her feet. When she stumbled as her ankle refused to support her weight any longer, he scooped her into his arms and carried her back. Once inside, he sat and settled her in his lap. Seduce her and she will be your willingly, Haldir reminded himself. This tact had not failed him in the past. Lifting her face up toward his with a gentle hand, he kissed her softly. His hands stroked her body gently, keeping her senses off balance.
Elysia was drowning in sensation. She tired to remember what it was she had been thinking about but it was hard with this Elf pressed against her, warm and hard. Her befuddled mind wondered when that had happened. Again the warm wetness surrounded one of her nipples and again fuzzy warmth spread through her limbs emanating from the fire that had ignited between her thighs. You must resist him, some small part of her mind screamed. "Please, Herdir…" Please what? Kill her? Quench the unbearable emptiness that was filling her, burning her, making her ache?
Haldir smiled as he left a trail of butterfly kisses from one wet nipple to it mate. He drew it to his mouth, sucking hard as he swirled his tongue around the flat sensitive top of the hard nub. His hand drifted to the hard bit of flesh between her folds that had swelled with desire. He gave it an experimental rub and was rewarded with a soft gasp from his slave. He knew what he had to do. Make her beg and then she would be party to her own enslavement. It was a strange thing about Humans, give them guilt and they would serve you loyally. He continued to rub, bringing her closer and closer to her peak. Taking her to the very edge before he stopped, sitting back on his knees and gazing down on her with smoldering eyes.
Mindless except for the persistent thought that this Elf held the key to the inferno raging in her, she cried out, "Please, Herdir. I need… I need this to end. Kill me or enslave me, but end this torment."
Haldir felt the thrill of satisfaction run through him. He had done it; she was his until such time as a new girl caught his fancy. He settled swiftly between her legs before her desire could diminish and he would have to begin anew. One shift thrust and he was seated to the hilt. Her heat and tightness overwhelmed his senses drowning out her cry of pain. It would pass, he knew, and she would once again be caught in the net of passion.
Elysia dug her claws into the silky skin of his back as he began to pound into her. Where was the pleasure? Was this the fate of women, to be pushed to the brink of some wondrous feeling only to be denied? Then the first tendrils returned as she adjusted to his invasion. The feeling grew and grew as she felt him moving within her body. His lips found hers and his kiss help fan the embers until she was raging again. Instinct drove her to wrap her legs around his waist allowing him to thrust deeper. She began to move, awkwardly but with increased finesse, soon matching the driving rhythm he set.
Her cry pierced the air and Haldir felt her shudder beneath him. He let himself go and quickly reached his peak, collapsing on her in a panting, sweaty heap. It took only moments for him to regain his composure and he rolled off over pulling her close to his side.
Elysia had regained her senses and was horrified by what she had done. She had begged him to take her as if he were her lover. Looking over, she found herself trapped by his deep blue eyes. "You will kill me now, Herdir?"
"Nay, pet. You will stay with me." Haldir said softly.
Elysia scowled. "Nay. I will not stay with you as a slave. Spreading my legs at your whims, cleaning for you, cooking for you. I would rather die."
Haldir swatted her bottom. "Think on this. If you were to wed, would it not be the same? What is husband but another word for master? Would you not be beaten if you did not comply with your husband's wishes? Would a husband not see to your upkeep, providing food, shelter, and clothing? It is no different. As my slave you are my responsibility. It is I who will see to these things so long as you serve me."
Elysia stared at him with her mouth agape. She couldn't think of an argument to his statement. Would it really be any different? She had seen a wife take a beating at the hands of her husband. "But what about children? I want children. You cannot give me that!" She finally said in defiance to his logic.
Haldir smiled. "That too can be arranged."
"Yes, but what if you sell me? What then? You will separate me from my babies?" Tears pricked her eyes at the thought of being torn from her children, shocked to find she imagined them blonde with bright blue eyes.
Haldir sighed. "I have yet to sire a child on a slave. Elves do not breed as… easily as Humans do, but whether you bare me a child or a procure a Human child for you to raise, I give you my word that I will not separate you from them."
"And why should I believe you?" Elysia retorted stubbornly.
Haldir smacked her bottom again, harder this time. "Because I am an Elf and my word is my bond. Now not another word unless you add Herdir to it. I grow tired of your insolence. Rest now, pet, you are weary."
Elysia sighed and squirmed closer to his heat. She really had no choice she supposed, other than death and there was too much of her that wanted to live. She soon closed her eyes and drifted to sleep.
Haldir smiled as he stroked her bare back, watching her sleep. She was the first slave who had ever dared argue with him. He had a feeling that he would not tire of her anytime soon. It would be a constant battle to gain her obedience. He liked a challenge.
The End
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Herdir – Sindarin word for Master
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