Title & Chapter Number: Dream Warrior 7-10/33
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 Sűl (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 7 - Setting Up Camp
It was getting late in the day. Haldir decided it would be best to set up camp. It would not be safe on the open river at night.
"Are you all right? Can you stand?" asked Elrohir. She shook her head. The poison still had her feeling unsteady. "We were very concerned about you." He picked her up and followed Elladan and Haldir to the trees. "We saw your horse get taken down by the warg and you go soaring into the river. We rode into the river to get you, but the water was too strong and we lost our mounts. We found your pack and bow down the river a ways. Unfortunately, everything is pretty wet. What is this that I heard about a wound?"
"I will be fine. An orc arrow pierced my right shoulder. Haldir took care of it," she said, giving an irritated look in his direction. Elrohir placed her down on the blankets Elladan had spread out for her. They were in a tiny circular clearing. The tall trees around them would provide cover for the night. Haldir and Elladan walked back to the raft to get the rest of the provisions and to hide the raft for the night. She turned to Elrohir: "You are right about Haldir! He is arrogant! I do not blame you for not liking him. I wish I never met him!"
"Even though I don't like him, he can be trusted. I have to admit I'm glad he found you! He is a great warrior and would protect you with his life," said Elrohir. "Just don't lie to him anymore or you will feel his wrath! It's not good to be on his bad side!"
"As I found out!" exclaimed Lirimaer, looking down at her wet clothing, shivering.
Haldir and Elladan hauled the raft into some nearby river grass. It would be safe there for the night. Elladan noticed Haldir's tension and decided to approach him very cautiously. "Lirimaer is very fortunate that you found her. Only the Valar know what could have happened to her."
"I should have let her drown, the insolent girl! She has been nothing but a thorn in my side since I found her."
"Lirimaer? A problem? Surely you jest! She is a sweet girl. She is like a sister to me," chided Elladan.
"I'm sorry that you disapprove of my words. Maybe it is that I'm not used to traveling with she-elves. Particularly ones that lie!" he added.
"You have to understand. She has never been away from Rivendell. She was almost taken out by a warg, which she never saw the likes of before. She was found by someone she didn't know who was probably a bit abrasive with her." At that, Haldir tried to cut in but Elladan stopped him. "And on top of that all, she is having problems that she needs to approach the Lady Galadriel with, to ease her mind."
"What problems?" Haldir asked. "Does it have to do with the unexplained marks?" Elladan nodded. "She was having a nightmare just before you came across us. She awoke and looked at me with terror in her eyes and said 'please don't die.' What are her dreams about?"
"She didn't tell you?"
"She didn't get the chance," Haldir said, quietly, remembering how he bullied her trying to remove her tunic to look at her back. No wonder she fought him. She was afraid to reveal herself. He was feeling a bit guilty about his actions.
"Well, I think she should be the one to tell you about them, when she's ready," Elladan said.
They continued their way back to the clearing. Haldir saw Lirimaer sitting on her blanket, shivering. He handed her his pack. "Here. You'll find some dry clothes in here. They will be large on you but you will be warm until your own dry." With that he gave her a small smile.
A smile! She couldn't believe it! Why the sudden change? She looked at him suspiciously.
"Elrohir, bring your bow. Let's see if we can find a rabbit or something for dinner," said Elladan. "I am in the mood for something besides dried fruit and cheese. We'll be back shortly. Haldir, how about building a fire?" With that they turned and left. Haldir thought he heard Elladan laughing.
"I'll be back shortly. I need to gather some wood. Will you be all right?" he asked. She nodded. "Fine. Change your clothes while I'm gone." He turned and disappeared into the wood.
She opened his pack. His heady scent drifted up and assailed her senses. She closed her eyes, recalling the site of him walking out of the river. She felt a tingle go up her spine. Why was he having such an effect on her? She pulled out a pair of earth-colored soft leather leggings and a gray tunic. His smell assailed her nostrils once again. How would she be able to wear these? She would go insane! But she couldn't sit there in wet clothes.
She removed the cloak and tried pulling her tunic over her head. Pain registered in her shoulder straight away. She tried different ways to get it over her head, but pain resulted no matter what she did. "Looks like you need some help." In her struggling she did not hear Haldir return.
"I can do it myself!" she retorted.
He placed a gentle hand on her shoulder. "Let me help you before you hurt yourself further. I see your wound is bleeding through your shirt. Now, lift your arms up a bit." He gently lifted the tunic over her head and handed it to her. She took it and held it in front of herself. He examined her shoulder, noting the gooseflesh on her skin. She must be really chilled. "Your wound needs tending. I'll get some water and bandages."
As he removed her tunic, she felt his warm breath on her skin. She felt herself shudder and the gooseflesh pop up. I hope he didn't notice! she thought.
He came back with the supplies and sat down beside her. He took notice of her shape. The beauty of her skin. The way her hair fell across her shoulders and back. He moved her hair out of the way so he could cleanse the wound. He found himself rubbing the silken strands between his fingers. He wanted to brush them against his cheek. He wanted to feel her skin against his. He wanted to take her mouth with his… Why was he thinking of these things? He couldn't stand this insolent she-elf! But something about her was affecting him in ways he never expected.
She felt him moving her hair. What was he doing? Then she felt him washing the wound. She thought she would explode at the feel of his warm fingers on her body. His movements were soft and caressing. He washed both sides of the wound. Ever gentle, he quickly bandaged it up. She was sorry that he was done. "Lift up your arms again so I can slip on the tunic." She did as he bid with no complaints. As he pulled it down over her head, his knuckles lightly brushed the side of her breast. They both sucked in their breaths! Neither said a word. He pulled her hair out so it could spread out across her back. "I take it that you'll have no problems with the rest," pointing to the leggings. "I'll leave you so you can change."
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Chapter 8 - Miruvor Can Be Dangerous
By the time Elladan and Elrohir came back, Lirimaer was dressed and Haldir had a fire roaring. They managed to get a couple of pheasants, which were quickly plucked and dressed. Elladan and Elrohir couldn't help but notice the anxiety between Lirimaer and Haldir. Elladan just smiled. Elrohir figured Haldir must have said something to upset Lirimaer again.
They promptly cooked the birds and put out the fire. No need to draw attention to themselves. Elladan proved to be an excellent cook. He roasted the pheasants with wild herbs he found growing in the woods. He also made a stew with the dried fruit and some nuts he had found. Everything was delicious. Elladan and Elrohir chatted amongst themselves but couldn't help but notice how quiet Lirimaer and Haldir were.
Elrohir took the dishes down to the river to wash them. Elladan decided it would be a good time to go for a walk with him, to leave the others with their thoughts. "How are you feeling? Are you in any pain?" Haldir asked.
"My shoulder aches a bit. I'll be fine. The air sure cooled down quickly now that the sun is down," she said through chattering teeth. Without a fire it would be a chilly evening. Before she knew it, Haldir was wrapping a blanket around her shoulders.
"You can have my blanket. I am not cold. I am used to sleeping under the stars." He pulled a flask out of his pack and handed it to her. "Take a sip, but only a sip. It is quite powerful. It will help warm you."
"What is it?" Lirimaer asked.
"It is Miruvor."
She never drank Miruvor before. Lirimaer put the flask to her lips. She let the sweet liquid pour down her throat, feeling it burn all the way down. It was wonderful! Then she drank another large mouthful.
"Enough!" laughed Haldir. "You are going to be quite intoxicated!" He took the flask back from her and took a small sip himself before putting it in his cloak pocket.
Lirimaer was surprised with the change in the arrogant elf. He was actually quite pleasant now. It was … nice. "How long before we reach Lothlórien?"
"I figure we have another 35 leagues to go. Almost another two days before we reach the Celebrant."
"I can hardly wait to get there! To finally meet the Lord and Lady of the Galadhrim!" she said dreamily. "And I've always wanted to see the mellyrn trees. I have heard they are beautiful in the spring with their golden leaves falling to the forest floor and new leaves already growing on the branches. It must be lovely." Lirimaer was starting to feel the affects of the Miruvor. She was quite warm all over. She was also feeling quite tipsy and began to giggle.
"What is so funny?" Haldir asked, smiling at her.
"I don't really know!" giggling once again. She turned and looked at him. "You know, you are really quite handsome when you're not scowling. You ought to smile more often."
Haldir felt his face flush. "You unquestionably drank too much. Perhaps you should try to get some rest. We have a long day ahead of us tomorrow."
"You don't take compliments too well, do you?" Lirimaer said, getting up and sitting herself down next to Haldir, almost falling in his lap. She stared long and hard at his face. He would not make eye contact.
"What happened to Elladan and Elrohir? They have been gone for a long time." He needed to get away from her. "Perhaps I should go check on them." He suddenly felt her hand in his hair. He reached out and grabbed her by the wrist. "What are you doing?"
"You are hurting me!" she cried out. "I was trying to pluck a leaf from your hair. It is tangled. Hold still."
She reached up and tried to remove the leaf. His hair was glorious! Before she realized what she was doing, she had taken a golden lock and was brushing it against her cheek. What brought her around was a moan coming from Haldir. He was looking at her with fiery eyes. She felt like they were burning right through her. Why was she doing this! Surely it was the Miruvor going to her head.
She reached out and brushed her fingertips along the side of his face. She traced the contours of his jawbone. Before she knew it, she was tracing his lower lip with a single digit. What it must feel like to kiss this mouth! A fire was burning up her insides. This was more than just the Miruvor.
As if her sitting so close to him wasn't bad enough, now she was touching him! Haldir was shocked when he heard the moan escape from his throat. She seemed to have a power over him. He had a hard time controlling himself around her. Her finger was on his mouth! He looked in her eyes. They were full of want. It made him ache all over. She ran her hand down his neck, down to his chest. His leather leggings were getting uncomfortable as he swelled inside them. It was too much!
He grabbed her wrist once more. He saw that he had caused her pain once again. He started to massage the red fingerprints he had made on her white flesh. She had beautiful hands with long fingers. He desperately wanted to feel them against his skin again. He had to stop this. "It is time for you to get some rest. You need to recover from your wound."
He was not ready for what happened next. Lirimaer with her free hand grabbed him by the back of the head and pressed her lips fully on his!
She couldn't control herself anymore. Her hunger had taken control. The heat of his lips sent a shock through her system. She moaned deeply as his tongue darted into her mouth seeking hers. She ran her fingers along the side of his face, finding an ear. She ran a fingertip along the edge to the tip, dragging another moan out of Haldir. He wrapped his arms around her waist, drawing her into his lap. He slowly traced his hands up her back, leaving her skin tingling in their path. His fingers were in her silken hair. He was consumed in her honeyed kiss. She could feel him growing hard beneath her. Not wanting it to end, she finally broke the kiss in need for air.
He looked into her beautiful green eyes. This is wrong! She is drunk. I cannot do this!
"I think we came back too soon, brother!" remarked Elladan to Elrohir.
Miruvor - a warming and powerful restorative - a cordial made from honey - used by the Fellowship to keep from freezing to death during a blizzard on heights of Carahras.
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Chapter 9 - A Long Night
"What is going on here!" demanded Elrohir. Elladan tried to hold back a laugh. Elrohir scowled at him. "You find this amusing? Our father put Lirimaer in our care! I would have to say we were not doing a very good job!"
Lirimaer was still in Haldir's lap, caressing his face. He seized her hand. "Stop!" he muttered, loud enough for her to hear. The fire in his eyes had turned cold with anger. She felt humiliated. She didn't realize that the anger was not directed at her, but at Elrohir. Suddenly her hand connected with his face. He looked at Lirimaer, bewildered. There was pain written all over her face. She quickly tried to get out of his lap, tumbling to the ground as she did so. Haldir tried to help her up.
"Do not touch me ever again!" she shouted, throwing his blanket back at him. She stomped back to her blanket and sat down hard upon it. What had just happened? She felt woozy, everything spinning around. Her stomach was churning, threatening to empty its contents.
"Well, this has proven to be an exhilarating evening!" piped in Elladan. Haldir gave him an icy look. "Perhaps it's time for all of us to get some rest. I will take the first watch."
"I will take the first watch!" raged Haldir. I will get no rest this night!
Elrohir was still glaring at Haldir when Elladan grabbed his arm. "Enough, brother! He is in a foul mood. Don't brush him the wrong way! You do not want his fury tonight," Elladan said.
Lirimaer lay down on her side, her back towards the others. Tears were coming to her eyes and she didn't want the others to see. Especially Haldir. She felt like she had a great emptiness inside her. She could still taste him on her lips, the feel of his touch. She could smell his scent all over his clothes that she wore. She wanted desperately to remove his clothes and bathe, to remove him from her. How could he be so cruel? The tears came freely now and she grew weary, the Miruvor and the wound making her want to sleep. She regretted throwing the blanket at him, feeling a little chilled. Finally sleep took her.
Why did she hit me? He sat in the darkness, going over the evening's events in his mind. It was her that initiated what took place between them. He didn't want to get involved with her in the first place. He is the Captain of the Guard of Lórien! He didn't have room in his life for females! A noise caught his attention. He listened. Everything was quiet. There it was again. It was coming from Lirimaer. His elf eyes watched her in the dark. Was she shivering? Of course she was! She had thrown the blanket at him before she staggered away.
He stood up and walked over to her. He bent down and placed the blanket over her shivering body. He looked at her face. It looked pale and… wet? He brushed his fingers across her cheek. She had been crying. An overwhelming feeling came over him to pick her up and cradle her against him, but he could not. She never wanted him to touch her again. It was like getting slapped again when she said that.
He sat down next to her. He reached out and brushed a few loose strands of hair away from her face. She was so beautiful! He watched her chest rise and fall as he listened to her breathing. She whimpered softly in her sleep. It reminded him of the sound she made when he parted her mouth with his tongue, feeling the velvety softness within. The feel of her body pressed against his chest. Her sweet smell.
"Why did you let her go away angry with you?" asked Elladan, startling Haldir from his reverie.
"What are you talking about? She doesn't want me near her! You must have heard her. I'm sure that pleases your brother immensely," he added, glaring at the sleeping form of Elrohir.
"What he thinks does not matter. Can't you see she cares for you? If you can't see that, than you're a fool!"
Haldir's back straightened. "She was the one who pushed me away!"
"With the look you gave her, I don't blame her! You were lucky to escape with only a slap!" Elladan mused. "The look on your face could have frozen Orodruin!"
"I didn't give her a look." Then he thought, of course! She mistook the look he glared at Elrohir for one intended for her. No wonder she was so upset!
"I see you remember now!"
"I was looking at Elrohir, not her. No wonder she is upset with me." He took the flask out of his pocket and took a sip. Then he took a gulp. Maybe it would make him numb. "Since you're awake Elladan, it's your turn to keep watch. I'm going to rest." But rest never came.
Orodruin - Mt. Doom in Mordor
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Chapter 10 - Jealousy
She awoke the next morning to find her clothing next to her. There was also a plate of dried fruit and a bowl of water. She sat up but hastily and lay back down. Her head pounded. Miruvor! She would never drink it again! She pushed the plate of food away from her.
"Perhaps you would prefer some lembas? It might sit better in your stomach," Haldir said.
"I need nothing from you, thank you!" Lirimaer didn't feel like dealing with him right now.
"Look, I am regretful about last night. I think you got confused about something. Let me explain…"
"I don't need or want your explanations! You made it clear that I displeased you. I will bother you no more. And I wish the same from you!"
Haldir was fuming. "Ascarer!" he spat as he turned and stomped away.
"Thaurer!" she yelled after him.
"This is going to be a stormy journey," Elladan said to his brother.
After a little while she tried to sit up again. Her head didn't pound quite so bad this time. She looked at her clothes. They looked as though they had been washed. "Haldir cleaned them for you last night," Elladan said. "He thought you could use them since they fit better on you than his clothes."
Why would he do that for her? she wondered. Perhaps he didn't want her wearing his clothes anymore, which was fine with her. She couldn't wait to take them off.
"Is there someplace I can wash? I really want to get out of these clothes and into my own."
"I'll take you down to the river. There is a section where the water doesn't flow so fast. It is not too deep either. I will keep guard for you. We will need to hurry. It is getting late and we will need to start traveling again," he said, helping her to her feet. She was still weak from the wound and poison. He neglected to mention that that is where they had hid the raft the night before and Haldir was on his way down there to ready it for the day's journey.
She sat down on a log near the water's edge. She took off her boots and leggings. She stuck a toe into the water. This was going to be a cold bath! She was able to remove her tunic this time, since it was large and roomy and her shoulder was feeling a bit better. Then she grasped her soap and slowly waded into the water. She held her breath and dunked herself under the water. She stood up again, taking the soap and lathered her hair and body.
All of a sudden she got the feeling like someone was near. She looked around, saw Elladan sitting on the log where she had removed her boots, with his back to her. Then she glanced at a large patch of river grass that grew nearby. Haldir! He was removing the grass that they had used to cover the raft with the night before. He had not seen her.
She moved into deeper water. She dove under the surface to remove the soap from her hair and face. She came up and looked towards the raft. She did not see him. She breathed a sigh of relief. She needed to get out of the water. Her fingers and toes were starting to go numb with cold. Lirimaer made her way to the shore. She was just about to reach for a cloth to dry herself when she saw movement out of the corner of her eye. Haldir was standing on the raft, looking at her!
He couldn't believe his eyes! There she was, standing there naked, with Elladan! He felt heat rising into his face, ready to explode. How dare Elladan, after their talk last night!
Lirimaer could see the hostile look on his face from where she stood. She quickly wrapped herself in the cloth. Haldir was coming. His hands were clenched in fists at his sides. She felt like running from him; she was afraid. She started to back up and fell over the log that Elladan was sitting on.
"Are you alright?" Elladan asked, bending to pick her up. Then he saw the look of fear on her face. Something must have frightened her badly. He turned to look and saw Haldir coming. Elladan smiled.
"Ah, Haldir, are we almost ready to go?"
He barely got the words out before Haldir's fist caught him in the jaw. He hit him so hard it sent Elladan reeling. Before Elladan could do anything, Haldir was on him again. He knocked Elladan to the ground where he tried to strike him again, but Elladan had his wits back. He grabbed Haldir's wrists, trying desperately to hold him off. It was not an easy fete; Haldir was powerful. "What did you hit me for?" demanded Elladan.
"You know exactly why! And you deserve more!" he hissed, fighting the grip on his wrists.
"I am here to keep watch for her while she bathed!" gasped Elladan, getting tired of the struggle. "I didn't think it wise for her to come down here by herself. Come on Haldir! Like I told you yesterday, she is like a sister to me!" Haldir stopped struggling.
"Get off of him!" yelled Lirimaer. "What right do you have hitting him? I am not one of your possessions!"
Haldir looked up at her. She was livid! And lovely! The cloth barely covered her, showing hints of her white flesh underneath. It almost slipped off one of her breasts, barely catching on the end of an erect nipple. He was starting to stir in his leggings.
Haldir got up and helped Elladan to his feet. He looked where he hit him. His jaw was already getting an angry looking bruise. He felt terrible. What was wrong with him? He was jealous!!
"Are you alright Elladan?" asked Lirimaer. She too saw the bruise on his jaw. She turned on Haldir. "What is wrong with you? You made it clear you don't like me, but then you come here trying to defend my honor! You are unbelievable!"
"Please except my apology Elladan for the way I have behaved. I am truly sorry. You have always been a good friend of mine. I should have trusted you. I will never doubt your integrity again," he said, bowing to Elladan. Turning, he gave Lirimaer a quick nod and walked back towards camp.
Lirimaer was fuming. How dare he not apologize to her for his behavior! Elladan saw the look on her face. It made the smile return to Elladan's face.
They returned to the camp to gather their belongings. Everyone was silent. Elrohir broke the silence. "What happened to your face?" he asked.
"I wasn't paying attention and when I should have been," exclaimed Elladan, smiling.
"What?"
"It is nothing for you to worry about, Elrohir. Let us get moving. Time is wasting."
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