Title & Chapter Number: A Great Destiny Awaits 0/?
Author(s): - Author's Index
Fandom: Tolkien
Rating: R and eventually NC-17 in later chapters
Disclaimer: Nope nope, don't own any of Tolkien's or PJ's characters or stories. I make absolutely no money nor do I seek any from this writing. It is all done out of pure fun and enjoyment. All OFC's are figments of my own twisted imagination-I DO own them.
Warnings: Violence, death, implied slash, explicit sex in later chapters
Betas: Katya
Cast: OFC/Haldir, Elrohir, Elladen, Legolas, Orophin, Rumil & many others from LOTR!
Timeline: AU/Before FOTR ending after ROTK
Spoilers: Only if you have never read ROTK or have not seen movie ROTK
Summary: Chronicles the life of a peredhel born to heal a proud people and thereby fulfilling a great destiny.
Notes: This is the first fan fic I have ever posted and YES this does fall into a Romance category. Used a mixture of info from both novels and movieverse. Feedback is very much appreciated. I prefer constructive criticism, just like any other sane or semi-sane author!
PROLOGUE
A searing pain ripped through his shoulder, the thick black shaft protruding obscenely from his shoulder. Spinning, he loosed an arrow with deadly accuracy, burying it in the left eye of the one remaining orc, killing him instantly. Thank the Valar it had only been a small patrol of ten orcs. The elf snapped the shaft of the arrow while he stumbled to his horse. With great difficulty, he mounted without the use of his left arm. With luck he’d make it to safety before the poison from the arrow set in too deep.
"Noro lim, Maethor, am Lorien. Noro lim," he whispered desperately to his steed.
He tried to remain calm, he had to keep his blood from pounding too hard, keep the poison from infusing itself too fast. Harder he urged his horse; he was at least two days hard ride from Lorien. He hoped his elvish healing abilities would keep the poison at bay for a little while longer, that his peredhel heritage would not rear up on him and give him a mortal’s reaction to the wound.
"We know better than this," he thought, "Why, oh why did we head out of Imladris alone?" The brothers had traveled alone before and they were more than capable of defending each other. This time they were only to be parted for a week, one travelling to Lorien and the other to Mirkwood, carrying similar messages to the Lords of each wood. "What on Arda were we thinking?" He silently scolded himself for his own arrogance in refusing a proper escort. It wasn’t the first time his strong will had gotten him into trouble and he hoped this would not be the last.
Four hours he galloped nonstop, his long dark hair whipped about his lean form and the sweat dotted his brow as he struggled for breath. The pain in his shoulder and the stinging in his eyes ever pushing to the forefront. Close to tears he was, blinking to keep his eyes from blurring, silently praying for the blissful numbness to settle in his shoulder so it would be easier to ignore. Another hour passed and he knew his prayers would not be answered. His left arm hung limp along his side and he felt his body become as heavy as lead .The poison continued to course through his shoulder, slowly spreading, his breathing becoming more and more labored.
"I’m not going to make it!" Silently he lamented, " I’m sorry Ada, sorry we refused the additional company you offered. Sorry I let my pride overtake my common sense! Oh Elbereth, please allow my sweet gwanunig make it safely to Mirkwood, let him feel how sorry I am for this mistake."
He swayed, pitching forward from his horse; the blackness engulfed him as he fell and the ground rushed to catch him. The jarring impact elicited a weak groan, rattling every bone in his body as he rolled to a stop. Gratefully he gave into the oblivion that had threatened him for hours. Through his fading gaze he saw Elbereth, the sound of her melodious voice greeting him. His last thought before he was overtaken was "Muindor, I will be at Mandos waiting."
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She had needed to restock her supply of healing herbs and had been out looking just after dawn. Carefully, A’gwynlyn picked though the brush, gently uncovering the necessary roots. The pounding thrum of hooves startled her from her concentration. She fell back a few steps as she straightened herself and narrowly missed being trampled by the large beast. She spied a dark haired figure loose their fight to cling to the pommel of the horse and gasped as the figure came crashing to the forest floor. The horse careened around a tree and disappeared as A’gwynlyn rushed to the fallen figure. He moaned as she gently rolled him over and an unexpected sigh escaped her lips.
An ELF! Never had she beheld such a fair being, beautiful, for lack of a better word. His flawless skin was so pale with a light sheen of sweat sweeping across his brow. Dark arched eyebrows topped his closed thick lashed eyes, she wondered briefly of their color. His nose was aquiline, straight with a slight flare at the nostrils. High cheekbones led to full lips that were set with a slight pout and a strong slightly squared jaw that twitched each time a wave of pain crossed his features. She had met many handsome mortal men, but this elven male far exceeded any of her wildest imaginations.
A’gwynlyn examined the thick shaft protruding from the elf’s shoulder. It appeared to be an orc arrow and with that knowledge she was sure it would have had a poisoned tip. After all, how else could an elf be felled so easily? Running her fingers gingerly over his face, she found the elf aflame with fever. Gently she pressed around the wound to gauge how deep the arrow had pierced. The elf moaned louder and his eyes snapped open, wide and unseeing.
"Please do not move, I am A’gwynlyn the village healer. I must attend to your wound quickly."
The elf merely nodded once as his head lolled to his right, losing consciousness once again. A’gwynlyn let out another exasperated sigh, unsure of how to get him to her cottage a mere twenty yards away. She quickly pulled some leaves from her herb pouch, packed it around his wound and began to pull him by his boots, dragging him slowly along the ground. Finally, she reached the side of her cottage and as she rounded the corner to the front door, she spied the elven horse waiting patiently at her front door.
"Well, you could have waited closer to your master so you could have helped me get him to my home!" She huffed. The horse tossed its head and gave her a loud snort. "You probably understood me, huh? Well stick around since I’m sure your master will need you when he is healed!"
The elf regained consciousness briefly when they reach the small step to enter A’gwynlyn’s cottage. He struggled to his hands and knees, trying to help her get him inside. After much struggling, they managed to get him onto a small bed, his feet hanging over the edge. He passed out once again.
A’gwynlyn gathered the rest of her herbs, a small knife, a bowl of hot water and a bottle of wine. She was thankful he was not awake to experience what she must do next. A low hiss escaped her lips as she removed his cloak, jerkin and tunic. As she shook her head she thought, "This is not the time to gawk at his body, Gwyn! Must concentrate on healing him!"
She doused the knife in wine and without hesitation made a small cut next to the entry point of the arrow while she quickly pulled the shaft out with her other hand. His body jerked at the sudden pain coursing through his nerves. Quickly she laid a wine soaked cloth over the wound, applying as much pressure as she could to stem the bleeding. After long minutes passed, the bleeding had slowed enough to gently wash the wound and pack it with healing herbs, the skin already beginning to fuse together. A’gwynlyn laid her hands over his wound, chanting quietly, the heat coursed from her fingertips, willing the herbs to draw the poison out. She removed her hands when she was confident she had dissipated all the poison from the immediate area. Now, she could only hope she had infused enough of her healing strength into the elf to fight the residual amounts through the rest of his body. She was relieved she had gathered these particular herbs today for this was not the first, nor would it be last time she had treated a wound from a filthy orc arrow.
For five days she tended to the fallen elf, diligently replacing the spent herbs for fresh ones as the remaining poison coursed through him. He remained feverish, constantly thrashing and muttering in his fever induced slumber. A’gwynlyn could not understand any of his words since they were in elvish, she hoped that he at least understood the westron tongue when she whispered small encouragements in his ear. She gently bathed his face and chest with cool water dipped cloths, admiring for the hundredth time today, the strong muscles that corded his upper body. She hoped he would heal soon so that he could be on his way, otherwise she was in danger of losing her heart to him.
On the sixth day his fever broke. A’gwynlyn was cooking a stew when she heard a shuffling sound behind her. Turning she came face to chest with the elf, his storm gray eyes gazed at her admiringly. He leaned against the doorframe, flexing his shoulders and crossing his arms across his bare chest.
"Oh my! You shouldn’t be up yet, you need to be laying down for at least another week!"
The elf merely gave a lopsided grin and answered in westron, "I am no invalid, lady. Have you never heard that elves heal much faster and easier than men?" He lowered his tall frame to a chair next to the fireplace, enjoying the heat emanating from the hearth. "Besides, I do believe due to your careful ministrations, you may have even sped up my own healing abilities. Thank you, I owe you my life."
"There is no need to thank me, I am the healer for the nearby villages. I could not have left you to die, be you elf or man. My name is A’gwynlyn, in case you didn’t catch it while you were in fevers. What are you called?" After he gave her his name, she couldn’t help but mentally repeat it over and over again. "Here, you must eat and regain your strength," as she placed a bowl of stew in front of him.
He slowly devoured two bowls of stew feeling more like himself again. Afterwards he sat back, removed his bandages and began examining his wound. There was but a small red puckered area and soon that would disappear as well. A’gwynlyn had been amazed at the rate he healed, she hadn’t even needed to stitch the gash closed since the skin had already adhered to itself when she first put pressure on it.
He looked up at the healer once more, thinking she was very lovely, in both mortal and elf standards. He couldn’t help but admire her waist length ebony hair and her sun-kissed skin. Her large amber eyes with their slight slant upwards topped a small straight nose and full sensual lips, all within a perfect heart shaped face. She was tall for a mortal woman, the top of her head even with his chin and he himself was six foot two. Her curves intrigued him for they were rather generous on her slender form, much unlike any elleth he had ever known. While he studied her, he could feel the heat of her gaze as she hungrily drank in the vision that was all him. Her eyes returned to his face and catching him staring at her, she blushed and turned away. He knew what she was thinking, having had numerous lovers among both elleths and mortal women in the last few centuries.
He rose from his chair, crossing the distance between them in two strides and burying his left hand in her hair he caught A’gwynlyn’s lips in a tender kiss. Her eyes widen briefly before she closed them and gave into the kiss. The blood pounded in her ears, her skin on fire where he caressed the back of her neck as he deepened the kiss. Her lips parting to allow his tongue access to explore her sweetness until they were both breathless. He dropped his left hand to her chest, first feeling her heart pound beneath his palm. Slowly he lowered it further until he was cupping her full breast, lightly flicking his thumb against her nipple as it strained against her bodice. He pulled back slightly and looked at her with desire glazed pupils.
"Let me show you my thanks for saving my life, lirimaer," his hot breath a whisper against her ear. She felt his hands reaching behind her to cup her bottom and bring her closer to his arousal that now strained against her stomach.
With a low sigh, her arms wrapped around his neck and she gave herself over to his tender ministrations, neither of them obtaining much sleep that night.
~*~*~*~
Another week passed, A’gwynlyn was in a constant romantic haze around the elf. He was everything she had ever imagined in a mate and she had lost her heart to him. The days were spent in long conversations, she found he was also a healer and they compared techniques and medicines. The evenings were reserved for tender embraces as they explored the other’s needs and wants. Her body, she willingly gave again and again accepting his gift of gratitude. Soon, she would have to return to reality, knowing that although he must care for her, she knew he was not in love with her and would be returning to his people. For now she would just enjoy what time she had left. She had already overcome so much in her life, although this would be a small thing in comparison to her past, it was probably one of the hardest thing she would ever deal with. Mentally she committed every detail to memory, she prepared herself for the time he would have to leave and she knew it would be soon.
It didn’t surprise her when one morning she heard the slow approach of a horse. She was gazing at him while he slumbered, his eyes open and glazed in reverie. The first night he was well, she had been shocked to see him sleep like this, at first thinking he had died after all. Her small cry of panic had awakened him and he explained how elves only closed their eyes to sleep when they were very ill. Still, it took a little while to get used to it and she found she liked to watch him sleep. She was able to memorize every detail of his face down to the exact shade of his eyes.
Her love was instantly alert, hearing the approach while he slept. A smile split his face as he quickly strode to the front door and flung it open, he had recognized the gait of the horse and the soft words that were being said to encourage the beast.
"Muindor!" He yelled happily as he ran out the door. The rider pulled up sharply and hit the ground running, pulling the elf to him in a strong embrace, kissing him on his forehead.
"Little brother, I was so worried when I did not find you at Lorien. I knew you were alive for I did not feel our bond broken, so I backtracked." Identical features gazed warmly back at the elf.
A’gwynlyn was shocked as the brothers turned to face her. TWO of them? The only distinction she could make between this new elf and her love was in the way they were dressed. How could Eru be so cruel to create two of them and not allow one of them to remain with her? She knew her time was up with her love, he would be leaving now.
Her elf gathered what few belongings he had and packed his horse. His brother waited patiently for him and flirted excessively with A’gwynlyn.
"You know my brother and I can only be told apart by our kisses. Well, I guess I should be more specific, it usually takes a little more than our kisses! Would you like to test the theory?" The brother leered lasciviously at A'gwynlyn.
"Do not heed my brother’s words, lirimaer. He is an awful tease!" Matching mischievous grins turned towards her. "We must be leaving, we are expected in Lorien."
A’gwynlyn smiled sadly as she watched her love mount his horse, he moved forward so he could bend and sweep a final kiss from her lips.
"Hannon lle," he said with a slight nod and his right hand on his heart. "Thank you for all you have done in healing both my body and spirit. Please, if ever you are in need, send word to the Golden Wood, we have kin there and they are but a few days ride from here." With a wink, he and his brother turned and cantered away.
Tears filled A’gwynlyn’s eyes as she whispered, "Goodbye my love, go with the blessings of Eru. Goodbye my Elrohir."
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TRANSLATIONS
Noro lim – Ride faster
Maethor – Warrior (Elrohir’s horse’s name)
Am Lorien – To Lorien
Imladris – Rivendell
Arda – Earth
Ada – Daddy
Gwanunig – Twin (single)
Muindor – Brother
Elleth – Female Elf
Lirimaer – Lovely One
Hannon Lle – Thank you~*~*~*~
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