Title & Chapter Number: Brothers Love, Healers Gain 1/1 (Sequel To Brothers Lament, Healers Loss)
Author(s): - Author's Index
Fandom: Tolkien
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: I own nothing but these characters are mine.
Warnings: Get your hankies!
Betas:
Cast: own characters, Peredhil twins.
Timeline: RotK, Just before the Fields of Pelennor
Spoilers: RotK, perhaps
Summary: An elf has touched a healers heart and a twin suffers loss. Will the surviving twin heal?
Notes: This is my interpretation of the hurt that healers feel and the healing that can be done with just love.
I would like to thank Dorothy and Zee who encouraged me in writing this sequel. Thanks my friends!
Come Back To Me
The wind howled around the houses of Edoras as the spring finally settled into the plains. A light flurry of rain made me blink as it hit my eyes as I scurried from my home to the healer's house, my feet squelched through the slippery grass. I walked carefully as not to slip for an injured healer would be no use at all here. As I made it to the door, I glanced out and over the roof's of the other buildings and saw riders coming in the dimming light of evening but I took no notice as to whom they were. There was so much coming and going now that all I concentrated on was those who needed my help so I turned and opened the door and entered the relative warmth of the building.
That evening was quiet as I sat and dwelt on my memories. The sound of the wind moaned against the wooden structure of the roof and I glanced up thinking at any moment it would disappear into the night. Nearly two weeks had passed since Helm's Deep and I often thought of Mairdhron and Maerdron, the two elves who had somehow come into my life. One was now dead and taken back to Lorien by his twin. That last hug Maerdron gave me was intense before he left with his brothers body wrapped in a shroud and I remembered the words whispered in my ear as if it was just yesterday.
"I will see you again."
I sighed as I rubbed my hands over my head, pushing hair away from my face then let my hand drop, letting my long hair flow downwards over my ears and the sides of my face. It was rare that I held my hair lose but earlier that evening I felt a headache beginning to dwell behind my eyes, so I had released my plaited hair from its hold and shook my untameable locks free. There was no one to stay overnight in the healers rooms so I was by myself as the candles flickered their golden glow in the darkness of the room. The familiar pungent smell of sage and lavender filled the air and I sniffed it deeply, its scent familiar to me as if it was my own.
Feeling idle at my lack of movement, I sighed as I pushed myself up off the cot that I sat on and walked over to the table. Scraps of material lay there ready for rolling to make makeshift bandages. My fingers twisted the fabric around and around, my lonely vigil in the stormy night.
I did not hear the door open but I felt the wind as it whipped through the room.
"I will be there in a minute!" I called and received no answer. I scowled then gasped as cold hands covered my eyes.
"Guess who." The voice was melodious, sensual, deep and brought warmth to my heart.
"Maerdron." I breathed, a smile on my lips as I felt the hands loosen from my face as a quiet chuckle came from behind my ear.
I turned around and gazed upwards into large azure eyes, eyes to which I could drown in. Eyes to which I knew the heartache that still dwelt inside. His lips twitched in humour, his arms encircled my body as he bent his head forward to kiss me on the forehead. I closed my eyes and let the elf hold me, for little warmth had entered my life since he had left. His mouth felt warm despite the chill of his fingers and I softly sighed at the touch.
"Mae govannen, Miriam. I did promise you I would see you again." He murmured against my face.
I chuckled as I leant back and gazed back up into his face. Raindrops dwelt on his hair and cloak. His armour was gone and he was wearing riding clothes and looked so different from when I met him so many weeks before. Soft tunics adorned his form, dark blue with a black trim around the collar and cuffs. I glanced down to see dark leather breeches and black boots, decorated with embroidery. My eyes drifted back up to gaze back at this stoic elf who stood before me.
"I am glad to see you, Maerdron. I have missed you. But why are you here? I thought you had gone back to Lorien?" I asked, as I placed my hands on his chest, his hands now resting on my hips so comfortably that I did not realise the intimacy of the act.
Maerdron's lips tightened, hardness swept into his eyes and I shivered.
"I have come with the sons of Lord Elrond to help Elessar regain his rightful place as king of Gondor."
I bit my bottom lip, unsure at what to say but I sensed another reason why he was here. A darker reason than he told. I knew nothing of the destiny that my people held, only that we had to fight for our lives. The blonde haired elf looked at my expression and smiled gently.
"Have you eaten?"
I shook my head and Maerdron glanced around the empty room. Then standing back he took my hand, grabbed my cloak and pulled me towards the door.
"Then come! A celebration is being held in Elladan's and Elrohir's honour. We must join them."
I shook my head and pulled back against his hand, stopping his departure with me in tow. Maerdron paused and looked at me, an eyebrow raised at my action.
"I do not hold enough rank to sit amongst the noble folk of the Riddermark." I whispered as I felt a blush creep up my neck and onto my cheeks.
Maerdron opened his mouth to say something, then abruptly shut it. Then after a second, he smiled gently.
"Then let us find somewhere where we can talk for I have missed your company, Miri."
I thought quickly, ruling out my home as I knew my brother would be there with his friends. Somewhere warm, comfortable, and unlikely to be disturbed . . .I thought for a second then my memory showed me a perfect place.
"The stables. No one will be there tonight. It is warm and we can sit on the straw."
Maerdron nodded his approval.
"Sounds like a fine place! Now wait here," He ordered, giving me my cloak. "I will be back soon. I will get us food and wine."
I nodded and waited patiently at the open door, ignoring the wind that tussled my cloak and whipped at my loose hair as I placed the cloak around my shoulders for warmth. It would be a bitter night and the stables would keep out the cold. No sooner had he gone, Maerdron returned carrying a bundle of fabric.
"Come!" he ordered, and I followed, shutting the door behind me.
I led him to the stables, meeting no one on this stormy night.. We entered and soon it was lit with the soft glow of candles as we spread our cloaks onto the straw and Maerdron opened the bundle. There lay food I have not seen for months. Fresh bread, cheese and fruit. My mouth watered as I unconsciously reached out for an apple and I heard a quiet chortle. I glanced up to find Maerdron was watching every movement I made and I blushed for I could not help it. How embarrassing to realise you are more hungry than you would admit and for someone to see it.
"You have not eaten properly have you?" he murmured as he placed the apple in my hand and I shook my head, relishing the feeling of the autumn fruit against my fingers. This was like gold and I savoured the texture before I bit into the juicy flesh, its firmness gone but it tasted good all the same.
As we ate, we talked of what had happened to each of us over the past weeks since we had parted. Maerdron told me of how he carried his brother home to Lorien and how he was now buried next to his favourite tree. I could tell that the pain was there; the half a life he now lived because of his brother had gone. I finished eating and crawled so that I now sat next to him, my back resting against a hay bale and rested my head against his shoulder as he took the last bite of his apple. His tunic felt soft against my cheek and as I nuzzled into the fabric, I could smell dirt, wood smoke and horse.
"You miss him don't you?" I murmured, unsure what to say and felt instantly foolish.
"I am dying." I heard his soft reply and my heart sank like as stone. I pushed myself up from his shoulder and gazed at his profile, his eyes were lowered, his long golden lashes nearly resting on his pale skin.
"Maerdron . . ." I begin, but I stop, not sure what to say. I felt tears sting my eyes but I blink them away as I reached for his hands that rested on his legs and held them tightly in my own.
"I do not want you to die. I did not want your brother to die but I had no way to stop his passing. You have a choice Maerdron."
He shook his head, long blonde pale hair tumbled down his chest.
"Nay," he whispered as he covered my hands with his own. "I do not have a choice. I have lost one half of myself and that can never be replaced."
The Lorien elf turned slightly to face me, my hands still enclosed in his.
"I came here, with Lord Elrond's son's to try to make an honourable passing. I do not wish to fade but my body and my mind will not rest. I feel so empty, so alone. My heart is like a cavern that is no longer filled. A void . . a blackness that I cannot shake and I do not want to carry this pain any longer. Two weeks is nothing in the time of an elf but this time has been the longest of my life and I do not want to repeat what I feel, for second."
His voice was harsh, a catch in the throat betraying his emotions. I could see tears that dwelt unshed in his eyes but this elf had too much pride to shed them for himself.
"Maerdron. You do not have to be alone to feel this pain," I paused as I my eyes flickered down to his fingers, long elegant hands that could wield a sword, could kill at a moments notice but seem so graceful entwined amongst my own. "I know for I have lost my parents and I still grieve for them but time heals."
My eyes darted upwards to see that the elf was staring at me, his mouth open slightly, his azure eyes seemingly dark in the dim light.
"I have been alive more than three thousand years Miri. How much longer do you expect me to carry this burden for?" Maerdron's voice was suddenly hard.
I gasped. Three thousand years?
"I . . . um . . . I meant . . ."
Maerdron pulled his hands away from mine and looked away, his body stiff against the wooden wall of the stable.
"You cannot understand what you do not know!" he muttered under his breath and I felt the beginnings of a wall build between us and if I did not push it down, it would break us both.
"Maerdron?" I whispered as I tucked my hair away behind my ears. His head was still turned away and I sighed deeply. So taking a bold step, I moved so that I sat in front of him, placing my hand onto his cheek and turned his face so that it couldn't look anywhere apart from where I sat. His expression was hard, but so full of pain that if I could I would carry the burden for him, for just a little while.
"Maer? I am sorry. I cannot bring your brother back. I cannot do magic. Oh by the gods, I wish I could! I would save all those who had died, I would have made your brother live again . . . but I cannot." I despondently, as I dropped my head, my last words coming out as a whisper as the hopelessness sank in. "I cannot."
My memory showed me that night, so near and yet so far away now that it seemed so distant. The smell of Maerdron's twin brother, Mairdhron, still dwelt in my memory. The way he held such grace, such beauty as he passed and as I glanced upwards again, tears pooling in my eyes, I saw that same grace, that same beauty and I would not lose it a second time.
He watched me, his blue eyes shimmering in the gold light of the candles, as his hand drifted up and lay gently on mine.
"Miri . . .I . . . I . . .I do not know. . . how to . . . live without . . . him" he began as slow tears slipped past those long lashes and made their lazy trail down his pale cheek and my heart broke for him.
"Maer . . ." I breathed as I leant forward, intending only to rest my face against his but it did not happen that way.
His lips were soft, subtle in their movement as I kissed him and he did not seem shaken or disturbed that I had been so seemingly bold. I closed my eyes as I let my need to feel alive threw down the gauntlet to his soul and it seemed his soul was ready to pick up the glove. His fingers came upward and cradled my face and with a low moan, his tongue delved slowly into my mouth, the taste of apple on his lips.
The kiss grew more insistent, more demanding so that soon both of us needed to breathe. I was the one to pull back, resting my forehead on his as I gazed at him, his fingers resting amongst the loose curls of my hair, our breath catching in gasps as he pulled me onto his lap, my legs straddling his thighs. My lips felt swollen from such a kiss, but my body warmed against his touch.
"I want to feel alive Miriam. Show me what there is to fight for." He whispered against my lips, lightly brushing them with his own, making tingles glow all over my body and goose bumps appearing over my skin.
"Aye, Maer . . . show me your heart so I may heal you." I breathed as he bent forwards, his tongue wanton in its search for mine, his hands slowly tracing my face. His mouth left mine, leaving me breathless.
"Lle naa Vanima." He murmured as he brushed over my lips, his eyes the darkest blue as they gazed at me under those elegant lashes.
I had never felt my body feel so alive, so wanted at that moment and though I did not know what he just said, the erotic nature of his language made me want to curl up against him and never leave his embrace. I closed my eyes and let out a sigh of contentment as I felt his soft lips against my cheek, following my jaw line and finally resting at my ear, his tongue tentatively encircling, roaming the ridges. At that I moaned as I felt hot and cold rushes wave up and down my body and I involuntarily moved my body against him, my body searching for more.
His hands had slid down and rested against my shoulders, following the edge of my dress and I shivered at the duel sensations of his mouth and his hands. Never in twenty years had I given myself to anyone, bar no more intimacies that hugs from my brother and stolen kisses at gatherings from riders that had stayed no longer than a day. Now this elf, this beautiful elf was making my body respond to his caress as if a dam had been released and I was drowning but I cared not.
Fingers stroking downwards over my arms, his tongue and teeth nibbling my neck, following the column to where the skin met fabric and there he laved my collar-bone. I gripped onto his upper arms unable to do anything against the sensual onslaught Maerdron was subjecting me too.
Slowly this blonde haired creature of grace gazed up at me, his breath erratic as he kissed me longingly again and I responded with a moan as his mouth was mine to explore. He then pulled back slightly, his hands at the ties of my dress and soon it was loose. I watched his expression, almost shy in his tenderness towards me as he pulled the bulk skirt up and over my hips, my arms raised so that he may remove my over dress over my head. Now that this layer was gone and eased myself back down onto his lap, I could feel his arousal hard and hot against the apex of my thighs and I closed my eyes at the sensations that hardness gave me. Delicious pressure built as I pushed my hips against him causing this elf to moan softly, his eyes shut and I smiled against his lips as I softly kissed him again.
"Miri . . . .love me . . . saes?" Maerdron pleaded against my mouth as he opened his eyes to gaze at me, his eyes wide and dark and my smile widened.
"Aye, Maer . . . Aye" I breathed as I copied the elf's actions and nuzzled my lips against his cheek and slowly slid down his jaw line until I came to his ear. It was delicate, pointed and I laved it gently, my teeth brushing the tender flesh with a delicate pressure. His hands grasped my thin under skirt, bunching it in his fists as his body arched against me, a slow moan escaping from his lips as his hips pushed against me, delivering intense pressure to my body and I could not help but whimper as I suckled against his neck.
His muscles were smooth and solid against my mouth and so different from the Rohan riders I had kissed before. Drifting downwards, my mouth came to his edge of his tunic and pulled back, wanting . . . nay, needing to see his nakedness. My fingers dropped to the cloth edge and pulled it upwards as I sat back, releasing both up and over his body until his chest was naked, his alabaster skin perfection in my eyes. Smooth but deliciously perfect, his muscles were strong and defined, shadows playing over his features from the flickering light, making the sight more erotic than before. I felt heat pool in between my legs, a wetness lingering as my inner muscles clenched, as I allowed myself to love him in the only way I knew how.
With trembling hands and with Maerdron watching with a reticent smile, I stroked his flesh, warm under my fingers as I explored his form. He shivered as my hands drifted over his nipples and down his stomach. Hairless, skin so smooth it was like the finest silk, I lowered my face to his body. The smell of his skin reminded me of his brother, forest leaves after a storm. With a delicate tongue, I licked his skin, tasting the erotic flavour of his kind and felt his shiver and heard his whimper as his hands came up to my hair and guided me to his darkened flesh against a pale skin.
To my delight, the groan I heard was deeply sexual and arousing as I encircled his tender flesh with my heated mouth and suckled the puckered skin. I lapped against the tightening bud of his nipple causing Maerdron's body to tighten and arch further against me and I smiled at his reaction. I had never done this before and to give this elf pleasure was just exquisite.
I slid down, allowing my mouth to make a lazy trail to where his breeches lay against his skin, his arousal erect against the fabric and I suddenly felt nervous, butterflies fluttering in my stomach. I had seen naked men and seen horses couple on more than one occasion, but I had never touched a man there. Gentle fingers pulled against me, causing me to look up at him and he smiled at me.
"This is your first time?" he said softly.
I nodded as I felt the blush of embarrassment creep over my cheeks and he chuckled.
"Then I will show you, meleth, how to pleasure someone and be pleasured in return. Would you like that?" he asked huskily.
I could not say no nor did I want to say no. My groin felt tight and hot, wetness slicking my legs and this Galadhrim had done this to me in such a short time.
"Please…" I whispered as I felt Maerdron's hands pushing me back against the blanket, my under-shift up to my thighs as he crawled over my legs so that he sat, straddled, across my thighs and rested his weight gently onto me.
His fingers deftly untied allowing the stiff member to gently spring from its confines, his dark azure eyes never leaving mine, but I had to glance down at the erection that now sat just inches away from my hands. My fingers itched to touch it, to feel the sensual skin. Maerdron's lips twitched in humour and gently grasped my hands and placed them on his stomach, his muscles twitching.
"Touch me." He whispered as he pushed my hands down onto his velvety hardness and I gasped in reaction, almost pulling my hands away but his fingers held me solid against him.
"Touch me, saes?"
My eye flickered upwards and saw Maerdron smile gently at me as he encouraged my fingers to encircle his length, his fingers covering mine as he increased the pressure. He shut his eyes and moaned while his hips slowly pushed into my hand, making his hardness slide against my palm and I found my body reacting to the scene before me and I licked my lips.
Maerdron rolled suddenly onto his back, letting go of my hands for a moment to shove his boots and breeches aside, then as he lay next to me fully naked, golden hair adrift on the hay, he reached for me and pulled me onto his chest. His hands pushing mine downwards once more. I savoured the texture, the firmness of the flesh my fingers slid over him once more, his hands demanding that I move against him and I complied, watching his body arch against my stroking, his fingers increasing their grip.
It was then, as I learnt, that he removed his hands, and gazed at me expectantly as I faltered. Unsure of what I wanted to do, I decided to do what my body told me. I wanted to savour him, suck and lick his flesh to see if he tasted any differently there and when I placed my lips against his firm hardness, the subtle musk of his sex made my mouth wet. My tongue laved his heated sex and I explored him totally, fingers brushing over curled hair, pale golden as Maerdron hissed and groaned. After a few moments, his hands stopped me.
"Stop . . . Saes Miri . . . I want you savour you……Saes…."
Gently pushed sideways, Maerdron's mouth settled on mine yet again, his arousal against my hip as he gently bit my bottom lip and gazed into my eyes, his hair falling around us both like a flaxen curtain.
"You are beautiful Miri. What power do you have that draws me to you like a moth to a flame? Why does the pain lessen when I kiss you?" he whispered against my mouth.
I felt hot against his skin as I panted with arousal. Sliding my arms around his neck, I slipped my hands under his hair and smiled gently against his mouth, his tongue flicking against my lips, making me chuckle under my breath. I knew the reason but was unsure to say it, fearful that if I did, he would get up and leave and I could not bear that so I shook my head but my mind struggled with the fact that I knew I loved him. I knew I loved him a few days after his twin had died. I knew that moment when he held me tightly to him the day he took his twin home, that he took half of my heart. But I also know that I could not lie to him. If anything else, I could not lie so taking a large breath to steady my increasing nerves, I held his fingers as they brushed against my neck.
"Maerdon. I have feelings that go deeper than friendship. As dearly as I cared for your brother, it is you that has stolen my heart and I could not bear to be parted from you." I replied tenderly.
I saw the incredulous look on his face as he raised his lips from mine, his eyes wide and I felt instantly terrified. My hands rested on his shoulders as I bit my bottom lip with nerves, and I saw the rolling emotions pass over his face. I nearly cried out as a hole began to develop in my heart, as I watched him gaze up to the ceiling for I knew I was lost. I had lost him.
Slow hot tears slipped down the sides of my face and I wiped them away, ashamed at my own stupidity. How foolish I was to think that I could be loved by such a beautiful being! I closed my eyes and turned my face away, my own naivety showing my very weakness. I no longer wanted to be alone.
His lips were warm against my tears, his tongue licking the wetness from my eyes as he turned my face back to him.
"Why do you cry?" he asked softly as his fingers came to wipe the rest of the tears, his face leaning gently on mine.
"Because I am stupid and naïve. I am but a human woman in your eyes. Your kind do not care much for mine."
And at that, I heard a gentle rumble come from his chest as he slid his body over mine and I could not help but moan at the contact.
"Miri? Look at me . . .saes . . .please."
With my bottom lip trembling, I caught my breath as I opened my eyes to see his face above mine, a gentle tilt on his swollen lips.
"I see now, why you have come into my life. Our destinies are entwined you and I, Miri. The Valar has given you to me. I saw it the day that Mairdhron passed to the Halls of Mandos. I saw the spark then but I did not want to admit it to myself."
A finger followed a lonely tear as it slipped from the edge of my eyes and Maerdhron whispered. "Could you be the one thing that could save me?"
I shivered intensely as the emotion grew so deep in my very being that it had to be voice.
"I . . . love . .you." I stammered the words unfamiliar on my lips.
His lips smothered mine in such deep passion that I lost all sense of shame and loneliness, his tongue demanding and I was willing to give. His hands raised my dress so that in the end, it was discarded as I trembled against his naked form for the first time, luxuriating in the sensation of naked skin next to my own heated flesh.
"Miri …" Maerdron breathed as his hands roamed my body, my breath catching as I was stroked in placed no man had ever touched and I let my body do what it wished for I had no control under the attentions of this Galadhrim.
A hot wet tongue licked between the cleft of my breasts making me sigh and shut my eyes, then whimper as this same tongue trailed to my nipple and there Maerdron sucked at my sensitive flesh. I shivered at the intensity of sensations that rolled down my body, making me arch into his mouth as he rested his body gently on his arm as his other hand caressed my other breast. My body rolled under him, which made him nuzzle both my breasts with equal affection.
I was vocal in my pleasure as Maer slid down my body, covering my skin with nips and kisses, my hands stroking his back, his beautiful back, his delicate ears as I struggled to make my body touch anything for the feeling of his skin against mine was almost sinful.
I was shocked to find his hand had drifted downwards to the apex of my thighs and I instinctively clenched my legs together and I felt the kissing stop. I opened my eyes to see Maerdron looking at me, a gentle smile on his face as he stooped to place gentle kisses on my hip and I could not help but jump at the contact.
"I want to give you pleasure Miri. Relax for me. Trust me. I will not hurt you."
I saw those sapphire eyes and his graceful features and my heart burst with joy at having such a alluring creature. His smile took my breath away as I relaxed so that this enticing Galadhrim could slip his body between my legs. Hands pushed my thighs apart as I shut my eyes again, unsure of how to act. Gentle fingers stroked my calves, making me giggle for it tickled and I heard Maerdron chuckle in return as his lips followed his hands and I laughed, squirming under his touch.
Soon my laughter turned to whimpers as his firm strokes and gentle nips came up my inner thigh and I felt my body tighten in some unknown quest as I gasped at his touch. Delicate strokes made me cry out in delight, my body quivered as I felt his fingers touch the intimate part of me and though my body tried to clench my thighs together at the both strange and exciting stimulation, Maerdron would not let me. I clawed at the blanket as his hands made my body buck, his tongue licking my thighs and slowly slid up to the apex where the junction of leg joined body.
I moaned for I could not bear this sensual torture, passion arising from my body, unfamiliar to when I had pleasured myself. Tendrils of illicit desire rushed as my body surged upwards uncontrollably as his mouth opened my sex, my wetness easing his fingers and tongue as he laved my folds, causing me to cry out in frustration and joy. Never had anyone made my body feel so wanted, so alive and so loved as Maerdron.
My body felt out of control, such blissful splendour shook me to my very core as his fingers entered, slowly, gently and I felt delicious pressure against my inner walls. With gentle movements of his fingers, I could feel the rising heat of my own release buillding, coiling slowly upwards to be completely undone as his mouth covered my nub and sucked. My body arched upwards, my mouth opened in a silent cry as the intense climax carried me to a new height of rapture, my whole body alive to his touch and his alone. The fever pitched passion took my breath away as I rode the ecstasy to fulfilment and as I slowly came down from such ardent passion, I felt his body slid up mine. Surrounding his with my arms, I wrapped myself around Maer and never wanted to let him go as the tremors from my orgasm still tingled over my skin.
Soft kisses rained my face, the smell of my juices on this beautiful Galadhrim's lips as I opened my eyes to see Maerdron gaze at me, his azure eyes so full of love that I shivered from the intensity of his gaze. His fingers stroked my cheeks as I felt his reassuring weight on my body and sighed with contentment. Leaning up, I kissed his nose and Maer's lips slid onto mine, taking my breath away once again. It was then that he paused, then looked at me with a more serious gaze.
"Miri? I want you. You are the healer to my heart. I want to ask you something."
I smiled gently, unsure to what he would want to ask me at a time like this. Tilting my head slightly, I lay my head back down onto the blanket.
"Ask me." I replied softly and he smiled gently, suddenly shy.
"You know that I am immortal. The only things that will kill me are that of battle or of love. My heart is broken for I have lost half of my life but I have found that you have a healers touch to my soul." He began and I nodded, my heart bounding in my chest. I watched as he raised his hand to gently touch on my lips, then slide into my hair and I closed my eyes and sighed.
The lightest kiss brushed my lips making me open my mouth to his touch but he pulled back slightly, his breath against my face. I opened my eyes to see that Maerdron was gazing lovingly at me and I smiled.
"Bind with me Miri. Make my soul sing once more. Save me from myself amaelamin for I cannot do it alone. Become mine, my own. I need you more than life. I love you more than death. Saes?"
My eyes widened at such a request and for a second I was stunned, my mouth opened in shock. This creature of myth, this beautiful being of grace loved me? Wanted me? Needed me? Rolling emotions hit me like a tidal wave as I felt tears drift down my cheeks once more that night. My heart was so full of love and joy that I felt sure it would burst from my chest and fly away.
I raised my hand shakily to his cheek, his eyes trying to read the feelings of an emotional human and I could not help but chuckle which made him seem more confused than ever.
"I do not know what you mean by `bind' my love, but I will follow you to the ends of the earth. I want to be yours forever." I whispered, my voice seemingly hoarse to my ears.
At that, it seemed that all the tension had been driven away between us as Maerdron gave me the most captivating smile.
"Miri……I will love you like no other. Once this night is through, we are as one. Only death can part us. Do you understand?" he whispered as he lowered his mouth onto mine and I could only nod my head.
It was then, that I felt his arousal against my inner thigh and tensed involuntarily.
"Trust me Miri. Love me. Show me as I will show you. This is the only way to bind to me. I want to give you myself, my whole. Let me . . . Saes?" he murmured, as I felt the tip of his hardness against my sex and shivered at both sensation and the words of love.
"Then show me Maerdron. I want to be part of you."
At that, I felt him rub his arousal against me, sliding against my slicked folds and though I was nervous, I felt the passion rise again. I felt him pant, his body tighten as I raised my hips to allow him enter me. His movements slow, steady as I felt my body shiver in delight as his length stretched me then I caught my breath.
"Oww, please . .stop" I gasped as I felt something tear deep inside me, stinging so harsh that I tightened against the pain and he instantly stopped though I knew it was severely stretching his self control.
He settled onto his arms, his body covering mine, his tongue slowly licking my lips as his body shook but he waited. Waited for my body to get used to his girth and after a few moments, I knew I had to follow through. Easing my body upwards slightly, I tilted my hips so that his length slid further into me, slowly, surely and Maerdron moaned tightly against my mouth, his body straining, so taut.
"Push." I whispered into his mouth and that was all he needed to fill me with his passion, riding against my inner walls and making me shake with the intense sensations, then he stilled against me, kissing me with such passion that I felt lost against him. Pulling back, he smiled with such devotion that I felt overwhelmed.
"My soul is yours, as is my heart. I bind myself to you Miri. You are now mine as I am now yours." He whispered against my mouth.
"Aye Maerdron. I am now yours." I replied softly.
At the words were spoken, I felt a shiver in my soul. A fever of emotion, of love, of devotion hit my very being.
Hear my words Miri. We are now one.
Stunned I pulled back to gaze at this Galadhrim as he began to rock his hips against me, slidding his arousal deep into me again and again. His sapphire eyes never left mine, blonde hair twining with brown as I wrapped my legs around his hips to increase the friction and rolling sensations that were battering my body as well as my soul.
A connection had formed in those words he had spoken and to which I had replied, and as we were driven by need,. Passion overriding thought as I shut my eyes and was enveloped. I could sense his love, his loss and I surged my inner mind to his, meeting him with equal fury. I allowed my body to ride the heated tension that would drive us both to the ultimate joining as my mind found all that hurt and caressed it with love. The heat built with delicious ardency, our bodies joined in the most intimate act as our souls joined, for I could feel him and he I.
As I wondered at the intensity of all I felt, I cried out, my hands clutched to his body as if it was my only salvation. Delicious ripples began to make me shudder as I came to the ultimate pinnacle then gladly released myself to him, my soul, my love now his. As I shivered against him, I heard Maerdron cry out in rapture as his body quaked, his hips buried deep against my own uncontrollable flesh. It was then, I felt hot warmth fill me and I welcomed it, needing it as part of my essence.
Intense tingles covered my body, my mind adrift as I let myself float down from what had been but a few seconds of paradise but now which meant I had a lifetime of love. Opening my eyes, I saw my beautiful Galadhrim still above me, his eyes closed his face relaxed in such a rapturous wonder that I felt instantly blessed. It was then his eyelids fluttered open and his eyes seemed alive. They had lost their pain.
Amin mela lle
I smiled at the words I heard in my head. They were said with such emotion that I laughed at the wonder my soul felt.
What does that mean? I giggled mentally, trying hard with the new concept that I could talk to him without using my mouth.
Maerdron smiled as he kissed me, his tongue roving mine with possession.
It means I love you, beloved. Thank you for saving me.
~*~*~*~
Epilogue:
We spent the rest of that night in each others arms, passion rising, insatiable and demanding as if neither of us could get closer to each other. When morning broke, we dressed and walked arm in arm to the great hall. There, Maerdron introduced me to Lord Elladan and Lord Elrohir, two dark haired identical twins. Both seemed ecstatic about the binding. It was also there, in that great hall, that my brother learnt of our binding and seemed shocked but too intimidated by Maerdron's height to say anything against it. As was the custom, a proper ceremony was held later that day.
I wore a dress of green given to me by Eowyn's maid as Lord Elladan married us in the way of the Rohirrim and that night there was much celebration. That night was our last together before they left and I cried despite his assurances he would return. I would lay awake at night and reach out with my mind to find an instant response to my caress.
It was several weeks before we found out that the army of darkness had been pushed back from whence it came but no news of my love. I waited, my mind numb at the prospect of my beloved Maerdron not returning, his soul seemingly distant.
It was then, on a beautiful spring morning, that I heard riders arrive and I ran out to greet them. My eyes scanned the wounded, and though I was a healer I could not stopping looking to see if my Galadhrim had returned to me. It was then, as the sun shimmered over the roofs, that I saw familiar pale golden hair. I cried out with relief as I ran to his side as Maerdron slipped from his horse and held me tightly against him, his armour digging against me but I cared not for he was safe.
He had returned to me.
Two months we stayed at Edoras as I tended those who needed my help. Then, in the beginning of summer, Maerdron took me home to the golden wood. There we stayed until he felt the call of the sea and I followed him, my beautiful warrior to his destiny, our child in my arms.
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