Title & Chapter Number: Nestadren Faer 5/?
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, warlike violence
Betas: Marta
Cast: Haldir/OFC
Timeline: It begins at the Battle of Helm's Deep
Spoilers: There will be RotK spoilers for those that have not read the book!!!
Summary: The elves are at Helm's Deep. Mereniel, a Rivendell elf warrior, is also a healer. Will she be able to heal Haldir and herself physically as well as spiritually?
Notes:
“You have a difficult task ahead of you, Haldir,” Éorelm said. “I do not think you will find anyone to take care of that boy. His mother was thought to be a witch and many people were afraid of her.” Éorelm leaned closer to Haldir and whispered, “She had the ability to see things, such as how people were going to die. Unfortunately, she must not have seen her own ending as she was murdered last year. No one seems to know who did it; she was found with her head cut off by the Kings’ burial mounds. No one talks about it anymore.” Éorelm returned to bandaging a man’s shoulder. “Funny thing is, the last thing I remember her talking about was a vision she had of a great war. She said many men would die before it was over, including our King. She frightened a lot of people, but now it looks like her words are becoming a reality.”
Haldir sighed. “Thank you, Éorelm. You have been a help.” Haldir felt at a loss. Who would take care of Déodred? He had grown fond of the boy but knew he could not raise a man-child; Déodred should to be with his own people. With a heavy heart he left the cavern and went back to check on Mereniel and Déodred.
When Haldir reached the wall, he heard the sounds of riders in the Deeping Coomb. He looked out over the wall and recognized them immediately. King Théoden, Legolas, Aragorn, Éomer and Gimli were returning to Helm’s Deep. A Hobbit, several men and two familiar elves that Haldir had not seen in a long while accompanied them. He smiled to himself and ran quickly up the steps to their room.
The bath was warm and soothing. Mereniel sank into the fragrant bubbles and leaned against the wall of the tub. She smiled at the small boy at the other end of the tub and splashed some water and bubbles in his direction.
“Why do I have to take a bath again?” Déodred asked with a pouting look on his face. “I took one last night!”
“Because you covered yourself with sticky jelly from the bread you were eating this morning. Don’t you like playing in the bubbles?” Mereniel asked laughing at the sour look in his face. She scooped up a handful and blew them into the air, a large clump landing on Déodred’s head.
“Bubbles! Yuck!” he shouted, wiping the bubbles off his head. Mereniel sighed and stood up, stepping out of the tub.
“I see your wound is well on the mend,” Haldir said from the doorway. Mereniel gasped and quickly grabbed a towel; trying to cover herself but not before Haldir got a good eyeful. She turned and scowled at Haldir, seeing the smirk on his face. His eyes wandered down the length of her body and her long, shapely legs. She wasn’t a typical elf maiden. She was well muscled but shapely with full breasts. Most elleths were willowy and dainty. He wondered to himself how she would be as a lover and quickly blotted out the thought, feeling a stirring in his insides.
“Don’t you know how to knock?” she chided.
“The door was open,” he said smugly.
“You said you would be back later. You’ve only been gone a short time,” she said, wrapping the towel around herself tight.
Haldir walked past Mereniel to the tub. “Another bath? So you made a mess with your breakfast?” he said to Déodred, scruffing up his wet hair. Mereniel looked at Haldir with surprise. How long had he been watching and listening? He must have seen her get out of the tub as well. She quickly grabbed her pile of clothing, took them into the other room and went behind the dressing screen. She was pulling on her chemise when Haldir’s silhouette fell on the screen. “Would you like to go outside for a while with me for some fresh air?” he asked. “There are some things I need to talk to you about.”
Mereniel slipped a gown over her head and stepped out from behind the screen. Haldir had a serious expression on his face. She knew it must be important. “All right. Let me get Déodred out of the tub.” She dried him off and got him dressed and the three made their way down to the wall. Immediately Déodred spotted some children playing on the wall and looked up at Haldir and Mereniel. “Go play!” she said, chasing him off. Déodred ran to the children as fast as his little legs could carry him.
“We are leaving tomorrow,” Haldir said.
Mereniel, who had been watching Déodred, turned to Haldir with a shocked look. “So soon? What about the wounded elves?”
“They are well enough to travel. I am not worried about them; I am worried about you.” Haldir took hold of her hand and caressed the back of it with his thumb.
“Me? Why?” she asked. The contact of his warm hand on hers sent a shiver down her spine. She looked into his eyes and saw that he was being sincere; it made her heart melt.
“You have formed a bond to the boy in a short time. I don’t want to see you get hurt.” Haldir’s other hand stroked her cheek, brushing her silky dark hair. She closed her eyes and felt a burning deep within her core.
Mereniel tried pushing the feelings away and opened her eyes, gazing into Haldir’s. “What are you trying to say?”
“He his a human. A mortal. You know what will ultimately happen.”
Mereniel glanced back at Déodred. She felt a single tear run down her cheek as she watched him laughing and playing with the other children. Fingers brushed the tear from her cheek. She didn’t realize how close she had become to the boy.
Haldir squeezed her hand gently to regain her attention. “I have asked around to find someone to take care of him. No one will. Many of the people are afraid of him because of his mother. They thought her to be a witch because she was seer.” He led Mereniel to the wall and sat down, still holding her hand. “I am leaving it up to you, Mereniel. Do you want to care for the boy, knowing the eventual pain you will go through? Or leave the boy here, and hope someone will care for him? I wish I could give you more time to think about this, but we will be leaving at dawn. I must return to Lórien. The decision is yours.” Haldir stood and let go of her hand, walking off towards the Keep to locate the newcomers.
Mereniel watched him disappear and looked back at the children. A few the children’s mothers had come out of the caverns to collect their brood. One woman pushed Déodred away from her son and he fell hard onto his backside. Mereniel jumped to her feet and ran to the crying boy and picked him up. “Tiuka Atan!” Mereniel spat at the woman, frightening her. The woman grabbed her son and dragged him back into the caverns. Mereniel held Déodred in her arms. “You are all right, sweet child. I won’t let them hurt you anymore.” At that moment, Mereniel knew her decision.
Haldir heard their voices echoing inside the Keep. He followed the sound until he saw the twin elves standing before him with their backs to him. He silently crept up behind them. “You two are a bit late for the festivities.”
Elladan and Elrohir turned to the familiar voice with huge grins on their faces. “And quite the party it was, we hear,” Elrohir said, clasping hold of Haldir’s shoulder. “It is good to see you again, my friend! Aragorn told us of your injuries. I am glad to see you are well.”
“And how does your healer fare?” asked Elladan.
“Mereniel is doing well, but why not come see for yourselves?” Haldir grasped them both by the shoulders, and then led them to the wall where he had left her.
Mereniel was sitting on the wall holding Déodred in her lap, rocking him and singing a soothing elfling song. Her tear-stained face looked up at Haldir and the sons of Elrond, a smile spreading across her face at the sight of the brothers. She stood up, still holding the boy in her arms, to greet them. “Elladan, Elrohir, it is wonderful to see you!” She gave them each a kiss on the cheek.
“Aye, and good to see you as well,” said Elladan. He was shocked to see Mereniel with most of her long hair gone. He had always admired the beauty of her dark brown wavy locks. Elladan was also concerned to see that Mereniel had been crying. “Who may this handsome child be?” he asked.
Déodred’s arms and legs were wrapped around Mereniel. He lifted his head from her shoulder and gave the brothers a quick glance before hiding his face once more. “This is Déodred,” Mereniel said. “It is all right, Déodred. They are friends. Say hello to Elladan and Elrohir.”
Déodred lifted his head and looked at the elves. “Hello. Why do you look the same?”
“Because we are twins, little one,” Elrohir said. “I am Elrohir and this is Elladan.”
Déodred looked back to Mereniel. “How do you tell them apart?” he asked. The elves all chuckled at the child’s innocent remark.
“When you get to know them better, you will be able to tell.” She hugged Déodred and looked at Haldir and smiled. He returned the smile and stroked the child’s head. Haldir knew that Déodred would be returning to Rivendell with Mereniel.
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Tiuka Atan = Thickheaded human!
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