Title & Chapter Number: Dream Warrior 4-6/33
Author(s): - Author's Index
Website: Heather Lynn's Page
Fandom: Tolkien
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: The characters, settings, places, and languages used in this work are the property of J R R Tolkien, the Tolkien Estate and Tolkien Enterprises. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.
Warnings: SEX!!!
Betas: None
Cast: Haldir/Lirimaer (OC)
Timeline: FotR AU
Spoilers: FotR Perhaps
Summary: This story begins in the year 3018 (S.R. 1418), the same time that Froto, Sam, Merry and Pippin have begun their journey. They are now with Aragorn, having left Amon Sûl (Weathertop) after battling the Ringwraiths. Arwen Evenstar has Frodo and is taking him to Rivendell. Lirimaer is an elf from Rivendell who journeys to Lothlórien to speak to Galadriel about the haunting nightmare she repeatedly has. Haldir comes across her along the way and he leads her to Lórien.
Notes: While writing this, I followed the Tolkien's books and the two movies and made up a few things as well. My timeline does not coincide with the books, only to try to keep things short! I hope the translations are correct, if not please email me so I can make any necessary repairs. I hope to add drawings soon, having just moved I will need some time. I hope you enjoy my first fan fic I've ever written, please let me know what you think! This fan fic was also part of the www.haldir-lives.org Fan Fic Challenge.
Chapter 4 - First Impressions
Lirimaer heard what appeared to be moaning. She awoke on her belly and tried to get up on her hands and knees. Her head pounded fiercely. "Lodo!" She looked about her franticly for the voice when a hand came down on her shoulder from behind. "Did you hear what I said? Lie still! I have not finished tending your wound." Her shirt was pulled down over her shoulder, exposing the wound. She tried to turn to look at the one with the firm grip on her shoulder. "Sedho!" he said, squeezing her shoulder with bruising fingers. She wriggled under his grasp. "Be still! You are a stubborn elf! What is your name, boy?"
Boy? Then she remembered how she was dressed. She thought it wise to keep up the charade. She didn't know who the voice was and how they would react to a she-elf. "My name is Astalder, son of Megilindir."
The voice snickered. "Valiant One; a mighty name for a stubborn boy. I knew your father. I was unaware that he had a son."
"And what may your name be; Thaurer?" Lirimaer retorted.
She heard him suck in his breath. "You should have a little more respect for the one who saved your hide from the freezing waters, BOY!" With a swift move, he grabbed her arm and rolled her over. He was elf kind!
She stared into the face before her. He had blue eyes with dark arching brows, a long straight nose, and lightly bronzed skin. His jaw was set firm with annoyance at her remark. His long flowing golden blonde hair was shining in the early morning sun. He was well built, more than most male elves she'd seen. She could see the fullness of his muscles beneath his tunic. He was beautiful!
"What is the son of Megilindir doing floating down the Gladden? And why is it a boy is traveling alone?" he asked.
"First, I would like to know who it is that I am speaking to," said Lirimaer with a hint of disdain. "I've told you who I am, it is only courteous for you to do the same."
"My name is Haldir, Captain of the Guard of Lórien."
So this is Haldir, the one she was warned about. Elrohir was right; he is arrogant! Then she thought about Elladan and Elrohir. Great sadness passed over her. "My companions… I was traveling with the sons of Elrond: Elladan and Elrohir. We were on our way to Lórien to deliver a message to the Lady Galadriel from Lord Elrond. We were attacked by orcs and warg-riders while following the Gladden."
"Elladan and Elrohir! You need not fret about them. I'm sure they are fine. I know them well."
"So I have heard!" remarked Lirimaer.
"And let me guess? Elrohir I'm sure had much to say about me! Probably whining about the scratch I gave him several years ago. He'll never let that go!" Then, turning back to Astalder, he said, "Speaking of scratches, remove your tunic so I can properly take care of yours, Astalder."
"No!" gasped Lirimaer, forgetting about the pitch of her voice.
Haldir gave her a sharp look. "How old are you? I can't imagine that you are very old from the sounds of you. Or by the way you are acting!"
"I do not need you to play nursemaid to me," she said as she jumped to her feet, not realizing the mistake she made by moving so quickly. The orc poison was still strong in her veins. Her vision blurred and everything started to go gray. Haldir quickly caught her about the waist before she fell to the ground.
"Foolish boy! Do you want to start bleeding again! I can't believe that you are the son of Megilindir!"
"What do you know of my father!" she cried.
"Your father was a great warrior. I fought beside him at Dol Guildur with King Thranduil's troops in 2885. I was with him when he departed from this world. But that was over 130 years ago. How could he have been your father? You are no more than a boy! Why do you lie to me? Who are you?"
"I did not lie to you! I was three when my father died. I knew him little, but he WAS my father!"
"How can you be over 130 years old? I mean, look at you! You are… scrawny! No more than a boy. I will listen to no more of this!" With that Haldir walked away before Lirimaer could come back at him. But what could she say? She was scrawny for a male-elf of 130 years of age.
Haldir walked over to his pack and withdrew a small hatchet. "Since you are injured and we have no horses, the best way for us to travel will be to raft down the Anduin." With that he turned and went over to a stand of young birch trees. He cut down several of them; he then removed their branches and dragged them back to the riverbank. Haldir went back and cut down several more. It was late morning and was proving to be a warm day. He came back to the riverbank and removed his tunic. Lirimaer sucked her breath in. He was very well formed. Haldir turned and looked at her. "Is something wrong?"
She had to cover for herself and quick! "No. I just moved my shoulder the wrong way is all." Whew!
He proceeded to tie the trees together with reeds from the bank. His hands moved quickly and with great skill. She watched as the muscles moved beneath his skin and wondered what they felt like, what his warm skin felt like. What was she thinking! She didn't even like him! Time to think of something else. "So what are you doing so far away from Lórien?"
"I had a message to convey to King Thranduil from Lord Celeborn. And what about yourself? What is a boy doing delivering messages?"
Lirimaer chose to ignore the mockery in his voice. "I came to seek counsel with the Lady Galadriel."
"And what is of great importance that a boy needs to seek counsel with the Lady?" he smirked.
Lirimaer was growing tired of the sarcasm. "My name is not BOY, it is Astalder, as amusing as it might be to you. And my business is my own! I do not have to tell you anything!" With that she tried to stand up but this time Haldir was not close to catch her. She fell to the ground and landed right on her shoulder. The pain was excruciating. Everything in her vision started turning gray and soft around the edges. Her stomach started to roil with waves of nausea.
"Ascarer! You have opened your wound!" Haldir yelled at her. It sounded very distant. She could hear the thump-thump of her blood pumping in her ears. She felt a liquid being poured into her mouth. She tried to spit it out. "Do not spit. This will take the pain away." She felt a great warmth radiate from her stomach out to all her limbs, the pain easing. "It will also make you sleep for a short while so I don't have to deal with your nonsense!" Everything went dark.
Thaurer = Abominable one
Ascarer! = Impetuous one~*~*~*~
Chapter 5 - Strange Feelings
When she woke, it was early afternoon. She felt her shoulder to find it had been rebandaged. She slowly sat up and looked around her. Where was Haldir? She saw the raft on the bank. It looked completed. But no sign of the arrogant elf. Then she saw movement in the river; something was swimming just under the surface. Thinking it to be a strange creature, she reached for the dagger Vuranor had given her that she kept strapped to her thigh. Suddenly Haldir's head broke through the water's surface. He laid his head back in the water and let his hair fan out on the surface. He had magnificent, strong features.
"I see that you are awake," he said, sensing her observing him. "Perhaps you would like to bathe before we move on?"
"No thank you. I think I had enough of the river last night!"
Haldir grinned. "Then I will make us something to eat before we go." With that he proceeded to walk out of the water. She watched the water glide off his well formed muscles and didn't notice until it was too late that he wore nothing. Once again she sucked in her breath sharply.
"Is your shoulder still paining you? I can make some more of the drink for you if you wish."
"No, it is not too bad," she said, her face turning red.
"Are you sure? You look flushed."
"I'm fine!" she snapped. He stooped down next to his pack and pulled out a cloth. He started to dry his hair, running his fingers through it as he did to keep it from tangling. Lirimaer began imagining what it would be like to run her fingers through the silky strands, to feel it against her skin. She felt a warm sensation building deep within her. She imagined what it would be like to run her hands over his smooth skin, to feel the muscles in his strong arms, his chest, his back. She even wondered what he smelled like…
"Astalder!" She almost jumped out of her skin! Then, remembering what she was thinking about, she felt heat coming to her cheeks. "Are you alright? I have been calling your name. You seemed to be off someplace else." He took the cloth and wrapped it around his waist. "I don't have much for food. Just some dried fruit and some lembas." He took the food out of his pack and poured some water in bowls for them.
"I've never had lembas before." She took a bite. It tasted like a rich bread with honey and other things she couldn't place. Delicious. After they finished, Haldir put the remainder of the food back in his pack. Lirimaer watched him stand and stretch out his arms and legs. He picked up his tunic and pulled it over his head. She watched the muscles move down his back as he pulled it into place. The warm feeling deep inside was returning. He removed the cloth to draw on his leggings. Turn away and stop torturing yourself! Remember, you don't even like him!
He walked over to where Lirimaer sat and bent over, picking her up. "What are you doing?" she exclaimed.
"I am putting you on the raft. You cannot walk and you need to get there somehow. Hold on."
He put one arm under her knees and the other around her back, being careful of her shoulder. She leaned her head against his shoulder and inhaled deeply. Her head started to swim. He smelled like a breeze blowing through the trees on a warm summer's day, mixed with a touch of earth and lavender and soap. She could inhale his scent forever! Then she felt his hair against her cheek. It sent shivers up her spine. She began to wonder what a kiss from him would taste like…she sucked in her breath yet again!
"Am I hurting you?" he asked, genuine kindness in his voice this time.
"My shoulder hurts a bit. I'll be fine," she said.
He placed her on a blanket he had laid out for her. Then he went back and got the rest of their belongings. He pushed the raft into deeper water and jumped on. He picked up the paddle he made and paddled to the center of the river. From there he would let the river take them south.
He turned to Astalder in time to see a large yawn escape him. Haldir could see he was in need of a healing sleep. "You should try and get some rest. It would be good for your wound. There's not much else for you to do anyway."
"Perhaps you are right. I am feeling a bit worn," she said and was quickly asleep.
~*~*~*~
Chapter 6 - Secret Exposed
Haldir braided his locks and watched Astalder sleep. It couldn't be possible that this is the son of Megilindir! He would have said something about a son. He only mentioned a daughter named… he could not remember. This boy couldn't be older than 40. He had fine features; soft brows, high cheekbones, a shapely face, a narrow neck. Haldir had to admit this boy had beautiful green eyes with gold flecks, something not very common. But there was something familiar about the color of his hair. It was the same chestnut color that Megilindir had. He would be a handsome elf when he matured.
A strange look came across Astalder's face. Was it fear? He started to moan. Must be dreaming, thought Haldir. His breathing started to quicken. He started to toss and turn in his sleep. Astalder let out a small cry and grabbed at his left arm. I better wake him up before he hurts himself again. He reached over and gently shook him when Astalder cried out and clutched Haldir's arm tightly. He looked at Haldir with a wild look in his eyes. "Please don't die!" she wailed.
"I don't plan on doing any such thing any time soon," Haldir said smartly.
His eyes! She shook her head, still confused from the dream. You're being foolish! Lots of elves have blue eyes. "I'm sorry," Lirimaer said, holding her left arm. She turned away from Haldir and pulled up her tunic sleeve to take a look. A red mark was there again.
"Is something wrong with your arm?" Haldir asked.
"No, I'm fine. I must have been lying on something sharp."
"You were lying on a soft blanket. There is something on the side of your neck. It runs down your back under your shirt. Let me look at it." He started to pull the boy's tunic and undershirt up and saw an angry red mark going up the center of his back. Astalder struggled to keep the tunic from going up any higher. "Do not fight me anymore! Lift up your tunic!"
"Hello!" It was Elladan and Elrohir on the river's edge. "Lirimaer! We've found you! You're all right! Haldir? Is that you?"
Haldir quickly turned and stared at Astalder. Lirimaer? Wait! That was the name of Megilindir's daughter! He couldn't remember it until now… "You're Megilindir's…daughter?" Haldir was suddenly enraged. "You lied to me again! I will be lied to no more!" With that he picked up Lirimaer and threw her into the river.
She kicked her way to the surface. "How dare you!" she fumed, reaching for the raft. "How could you do that to me?" Trying to swim was causing vast pain in her shoulder and the poison was still strong. Haldir, sensing her pain, reached down and pulled her from the water. "I'm sorry if I lied to you!"
"If you lied? Of course you lied to me! You're… you're a she-elf!" something that was very apparent to him now, after he threw her into the icy water and her tunic was now clinging to her breasts, her nipples erect from the cold water. How is it he didn't notice this when he pulled her from the Gladden? He sat her down and glared at her, watching her shiver. Aggravated, he grabbed his pack and pulled out his cloak and wrapped it around her. Then he grabbed the paddle and made his way to Elladan and Elrohir, who stood there with their mouths open.
"What was that all about!" shouted Elrohir. "I think you owe us an explanation!"
"Don't start with me, Elrohir! I am not in a frame of mind to deal with you now!" Haldir said sharply. "And don't you think about it either," he said, pointing to Elladan.
"Not me!" Elladan smirked, holding up his hands in mock defense.
"I had to lie!" said Lirimaer. "I didn't know who you were or what your intentions might be if you found out I was a female."
"I'm an elf, not a man!" he spat. "I think I am able to show some control."
"You forget! I couldn't see you when we met. I was lying on my stomach and you were behind me tending to my wound. I tried to look at you but you kept yelling at me to be still!"
"You should have told me!" Haldir hissed at her.
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