Title & Chapter Number: Border Crosser 10/?
Author(s): - Author's Index
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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: Graphic het sex, violence, angst, character death. I am not responsible for any injuries that might occur while jumping from various old trees.
Betas: Zee, Lenara, SoErl.
Cast: OCF, Haldir, Galadriel, Celeborn... well, and almost anyone else you could imagine when thinking about `Lord of the Rings'.
Timeline: AU
Spoilers: None
Summary: If there was a passage to Middle Earth from our world, what would you expect to find? or: Tolkien invented Middle Earth - didn't he?
Notes: My OFC(s) are mine; the Elves that Tolkien invented (he did, didn't he?) are not mine (what a pity!). A special "thank you" to the Kronos Quartet / Clint Mansell / Fatboy Robert s for the "Requiem Overture", giving me (and brought me through) several dar k nights when writing this. Thanks to Xavier Naidoo and Rufus Wainwright for their music that inspired me. Thanks to the Goddess for letting me find peace and inspiration. And thanks to my ever-curious and inspiring beta readers, pushing me forward on each chapter.
Dedication: This one is for the two only real Elves on earth; To the Silver One: You will always have a special place in my heart and memories; to the Golden One: You are a legend, a saint and the only true heir of Gil-Galad I know. Let's burn them down! :-)
* SPECIAL WARNING: There are real people avatars innocently depicted in this fic. They belong solely to themselves, no harm became of them and no offence is intended. It is just my way to pay the tribute to these real people, for without them, we would not have words and images of the wonderful Elves in our heads. This is posted with the List Mum's approval.
Chapter 10 - Bound
I touched him once more, slowly moving the back of my hand from his cheek towards his ear. The skin was soft, and smooth in a way that I only knew on unwashed, delicate silk.
And then I knew what he meant. At the moment I had half finished the movement of my hand, something like electricity flew from his skin through my fingers, running up my arm; and my heart seemed to crack. I felt sadness, for the fact that I could not hold on to this moment forever. It reminded me of my mortality. And his eyes opened wide. I had just discovered the magic of Elven love.
My voice broke. I tried to say "What was..."
His hand raised up, holding my face from the side the same way that I did that moment with his. "I told you not to touch me this way. Now the spark has flown over to you."
We looked in each other's eyes, and I wondered how I could still stand on my feet. The world and time seemed to stand still; but the earth under my feet trembled as if there was an earthquake taking place at the same time when the sight of his eyes filled my mind.
I looked into these dark blue, shining lakes; I saw his wisdom and age. And I saw the fire burning there, somewhere, long time hidden in the back of his mind; now being awoken from the touch of my hand to his face.
"If you want to stop this, stop it now. There is no turning back if I stay here any longer." he whispered. "I do not want to stop. I want this moment to last." "You will kill me with that, you know that, right?" Dark blue eyes still looked at me, and they sparkled like the stars in the sky.
I thought about the Border Crossers. I knew I would have to go back, and I knew that he would not be able to come with me, because of the pollution, or whatever. I was scared as hell but how could I resist him, if he showed no signs to refuse me? But this moment was far too wonderful to let it go. From Galadriel's words that evening, I knew that Elves loved beauty of whatever kind, and this was a beautiful moment, and I barely believed that a beautiful moment could kill the strong March Warden.
"If you want to stop, then just leave." I whispered back, leaving the decision up to him.
For a moment, he seemed uncertain and when I already thought that he would turn around to disappear through the door forever, I heard his breaking, dark, voice whispering to me.
"I cannot. I do not wish to. I will not."
If it was true what he told me and what Tolkien wrote about them, I was just about to get this Elf into really big trouble. I had read about their ability to love so much that the grief from the loss of their lovers took their power to live. I had always wondered if this was true. And still now, after having felt his spark of love that came over to me when I touched his face, I could barely believe or understand it.
"Maybe... maybe you should rethink... you could-"
His face came close, and his lips met mine.
I closed my eyes, feeling the softness of the Elven lips that were kissing me. I caught his scent, like rain on a summer evening. I held his head in my hand, raising on my toes so as not to miss anything of that first kiss. I opened my mouth, and my tongue touched his lips, wanting him to open them. He seemed surprised, stopped for just a moment - and then opened his lips, taking me into his strong, warm, soft arms. My arms went up around his neck, and our tongues started dancing around each other, soft, tenderly and warm.
The kiss seemed to last for ages; but then, he released me from his embrace, moving his face away from mine.
"Now, Border Crosser," he whispered, caressing my face with his strong hands, "what will we do about this now? You did not want to stop. You are holding my life in your hands now."
Suddenly, the seriousness of his words came to me. I thought of what the Lady told me: To be careful what I did to her people and land. And now, according to his words, I was holding the life of her Warden, stolen from him with just one kiss.
"You didn't want to leave, and besides that, you are holding my heart as well, Haldir", I said, "I am totally lost to you; ever since last night when I saw you down there."
"Are you?" He smiled.
"Yes... may I see you again in this way, a little closer this time, maybe?"
The smile lasted this time on his face. There it was, again, this fast, short, simple and elegant move I remembered so well and adored so much, with which he took off his tunic over his head, and I held my breath when I saw the flawless body of the Elf so close.
This was beauty, this was perfection beyond imagination. The skin of his hairless chest gleamed softly in the light of the moon.
"You look as if you have never seen a naked male before", he said, smiling a strange kind of smile.
"Oh... I have seen some naked men before... but you are no man, my perfect Elf Warden."
He took the ties of his pants slightly pulling and opening the bow, and the pants fell to the floor. I closed my eyes at the sight, smiling, and felt him coming near to me.
His hands wandered around my waist, loosening the bow of my sash, and it fell to the floor. He laid a hand aside my neck, and with a soft move, he removed his mantle clasp. The draped fabric fell to the floor.
I wrapped my arms around his neck, and felt him holding my corseted waist with his strong hands.
Feeling his naked body so close almost drove me mad. I let my hands wander down his muscular arms, going over to the chest, feeling his soft and yet strong body and skin under my fingertips and palms.
This was completely insane. Just a few days ago I was walking through England's countryside, and now I was standing in a treehouse, caressing the perfect skin of an Elf.
"You are beautiful beyond understanding to me." I whispered; going on my toetips to be able to speak close to his ear. I sighed on the pointed ear, and felt him tremble under my discovering, wandering hands. His scent of warm rain, came to my mind; and I wondered if he ever had any ideas about spending a night with a woman that would just want to smell any single square inch of his body.
He lifted me up, kissing my neckline, my décolletage. I stroked his light hair; it felt as if I would touch a bunch of finest silk threads.
He carried me over, hands on my waist to the bed. I barely felt his movement; and was laid down softly. He came lying half upon me. "Now, Melamin, what do you expect me to do?"
"Well", I replied, "What would the usual Elf do in this situation?"
"Get up and leave. This would never have happened."
I was surprised.
"What? You don't do this?"
"No." he replied. "Alright. I heard of some Elves who did this; but this is something that you rarely do in a thousand years; but from what I understand of Men, I know you are different concerning this."
"Once in a thousand years?"
"Yes. If you have found a partner you are bound to..."
"Moment", I interrupted, quite surprised. "Haldir, how many times have you done what you are, well, just about to do?"
"With an Elf?"
I understood that he was trying to give himself some time to think about his answer, adapting to my usual way of answering difficult questions by replying with a question himself.
"No, not necessarily with an Elf. With any kind of male or female being."
He looked at me, with these deep blue eyes in a serious face.
"You do desire a honest answer?", was his reply.
"Sure, as honest as you can be."
"You see, I have not bound myself to a partner... "
I could hardly believe this; but from the serious look on my face I knew I had to.
"Haldir? Is it possible that you have never been with someone before?" I tried not to laugh out aloud at the thought I just had. Almost four thousand years old and never...? Impossible, or not?
Instead of answering me, he buried his face deeply in the crook of my neck and my hair.
And I knew the answer, even if I could not believe or understand it.
I turned to him, rolling myself to the side and him on the back. Smiling, I said, "Don't be afraid... I will show you; and from what I have experienced with you until now, I would bet that you learn fast."
"Yes, teach me," he murmured, pulling me towards him.
I slid on top of him, sitting on his lap, and started unlacing my corset. It fell next to the bed.
"Touch me", I whispered.
"Where?" he asked.
"No matter where you start... just explore."
I arched my head back and closed my eyes. His hands wandered up my arms, touching my neckline, caressing it. Carefully, as if he did not want to hurt me, his fingertips moved over my breasts, and he held them in his hands, feeling their weight. His fingers stroke my nipples gently, and I sighed quietly. He stopped the movement of his hands.
"Did I hurt you?"
"No," I replied, my voice almost breaking, "just go on, it's fine."
My nipples became harder under his gentle strokes, and I felt his breathing became faster, which aroused me, causing me to moan under his touch.
He stopped again, but before he could ask anything I decided to show him; show him what I liked, let him know how I wanted to be touched.
I leaned forward, brought my face next to his, sunk into the white flood of his hair, and whispered to his ear. "Touch me, Haldir... I need your touch..." and I started to kiss his ear and caress it with my tongue.
And now, it was he who moaned; at my words and the way I moved, or maybe it was also the touch of his ear?
It was a silent, deep sound, vibrating, like a cat purring. "Now I know..." he whispered; and his hands went to my spine.
I was lying on top of him; both of us were completely naked, and the feeling of having him under me, feeling his skin all over my body almost took my mind.
And I felt somehow, this pleasured him. Something started to press against my pelvis; first very slight, then becoming stronger and stronger. I rushed off him, laying half on him, still tormenting his ear with my lips and tongue, and slowly, gently touching his chest, which was warm, strong and soft. I could feel him breathe under my hand; his breath quickened, little moans came to my ear when I started to play with his nipples.
I rushed down to his chest; carefully licking his chest, his nipples. His breathing became harder, and his hands wandered through my hair. "Melamin, what are you doing to me?" he sighed.
My lips still busy with his chest; my hand started to explore the way down his body. I found his stomach, which I caressed thoroughly, and I could feel his strong muscles tremble under my touch. I stroked his loins; make him arch from the bed for just a moment, and letting me hear a no more so quiet, dark moan from him. That was the time, I thought, in as much as I could still think, to explore his very private parts, and slipped down, between his legs, feeling that he started to sweat. The sweet smell of his perspiration came to my senses; I never thought that a sweating creature could smell intensively like summer rain.
My hand slid over his sac, making him arch again under me. And then, I started exploring his strong erection with my hand. My fingers grabbed around the shaft, pressing it slightly. Oh, how warm he was. How soft and smooth his skin was. This Elf was truly strongly built; I thought.
"Dana," he murmured, "come over to me, let me touch your skin; explore your body...."
I rolled to my back; he rolled on his side, and his hand touched my skin. I closed my eyes, breathing deeply.
Anything around me, on me, inside of me was sensitive beyond normal. I felt his hand, caressing my breasts. I felt his lips on my chest, kissing every single inch. His hand slid down, to my legs, caressing the skin. How I wished to have him with me, feel him, deep inside of me.
His hand slid between my legs, exploring, and I felt his body shivering when his hand reached the dampness of folds. He gasped, when his fingers slowly and teasingly began to stroke me down there; and I arched towards him, moaning deeply.
I closed my eyes, just enjoying the sensation of feeling his body heat next to mine, feeling how he explored each and every part of my body with his hands and lips. I could feel that his hands were trembling, from time to time, showing me that he was definitely not the self confident, arrogant Elf I had always considered him to be; at least not at the moment.
I felt his fingers teasing my sensitive opening, and gasped. I felt his breath on my ear, and he silently and murmured "May I?" and started slowly sliding his finger into my opening, making me tremble. Instead of answering him, I slightly lifted my hips to push him deeper inside of me. And he understood, slowly, teasingly starting to move his finger around in me.
I left out a small cry. "Take me, Haldir. Take me now, make me yours completely." I managed to gasp out with my fast breathing.
"Open your eyes." he whispered back, "I want you to look at me, I want to see your eyes."
I looked at him, the moonlight pale and cold on his damp skin. He was so beautiful at that moment that I could have died for him, that very minute.
He turned around, slowly pulling me onto him. I took a relaxing, sitting position and leaned over to his ear. "You want that, right?"
"Yes, I want you, please, take me." he answered quietly. I positioned myself over his hard, upright standing member, and whispered to his ear again, teasingly breathing on his pointed ear.
"You really want that? You want me to become yours?"
"No." he answered, looking at me with his glittering blue eyes. "I want to become yours, take me, please..." I moved above him, still not allowing him to get into me.
"Tell me you want me." I teased him, "You were so confident this evening that you could have me. Where is your confidence now?"
His blue eyes widened in surprise, and he grinned. "You are very confident about being in the position of commanding me."
"Well", I grinned, "I am on top now, March Warden, and you are below me. Yes, I think I am in the position of... oops!"
With a fast, elegant movement of his muscular body, he flipped both of us over, without even slightly loosing the contact of his member to my opening.
"It is time to stop you from talking too much." he murmured." It is time to show you who is in command here."
Command me, I thought. Command whatever you want, and I will be happy to serve you.
He kissed me, wildly, full of need; and I wrapped my arms around his neck and my legs around his hips. This was obviously a sign for him, and with one slight move of his loins, he completely slipped inside of me. I cried, burying my cry in his shoulder.
"Who is in command now, my lady?" I heard him whisper.
"You are", I groaned.
Slowly he started moving inside of me, and already after a few strokes, I thought I would loose my mind.
Each and every move he made was full of sensuality, full of sexual power that arouse me deeper than I ever thought was possible. I groaned, moaned, shivered under his movements; and he breathed hard, sometimes moaning. He moved a little faster, and I dug my fingers into the warm flesh of his back, obviously arousing him, because he picked up the speed even a little more.
When I thought that I could not hold back any more and would come any second, he started to move very slow, and his legs trembled so that I knew that this was hard for him as well. There it was, again, the elegant and fast move, and I found myself on top of him. He took my face in his hands, pulling my face as close to his as possible, staring in my eyes.
"I hope," he gasped, "you know what you have started here. Now", he had to breathe deeply,"you will have to finish it. Take me, make me yours."
"I will." I replied, leaning back and let my body find its own rhythm on him.
During every move I made, I watched his face; and he watched me. I saw drops of sweat running from his forehead, down his cheeks; they glistened in the moonlight and I felt how my own perspiration ran down my body, which must have been an equal sight to him as he was to me.
I felt that he could not stand it any longer; and at the same moment he whispered to me. "Do not wait much longer." he gasped, "I cannot-" I closed his mouth with my lips, feeling how he needingly pressed himself to me, taking the rhythm with his own hips.
And suddenly, I saw that the room lightened up. Do I see stars?, I thought, and my orgasm started to take over me, but I still could see that it was not imagination that the room had lighted it up, nor was it my orgasm that gave me a hallucination.
Haldir below me, in his own orgasm, had started to glow; muted shades of blue and red light came from inside his body. I was so shocked that I would have stopped right at that moment; but I was not able to, as my body had different needs than my mind.
Feeling his warm orgasm inside of me, I discovered that the colorful glow of Haldir's body swept over to mine. It felt like starlight in my body, like a thousand hands caressing my inside and outside body. I was out of my mind, could not think any more, just feel him; he was everywhere, inside as well as outside of me. I felt his thoughts in my mind.
[You are mine now, Melamin, as well as I am yours... keep me safe, you hold my life now.]
And suddenly, I truly understood the words he had given me not too long ago; and I also knew why he had warned me of that so much.
I saw pictures coming to my mind, from his past. Haldir as a child, running after his mother in the gardens. The proud Galadhrim warrior, when he was made March Warden.
Also fearful moments, when he was protecting the border, against the Orcs; slaughtering them, and many other events that were part of his life. I felt as if I was inside a giant photo album, I could grab each of them, and bring them to life.
It was wonderful and shocking at the same time. But I also felt something else. It was as if I had a file-card box in my head, each card an experience, a thought of my life, wonderful or not, and horrified I realized that there was someone flipping the cards, turning them, looking at my life's' experiences.
He was in my head, as I was in his; and each of us knew the past of the other.
The pictures from him faded, and the card flipping in my head stopped. I breathed deeply, desperate to get more air to my lungs, and looked at him, who was as exhausted as I was, and saw the tears that ran down his cheeks from his eyes, and was surprised to remark that I cried as well. I fell down to him, barely able to move any more.
I opened my eyes, staring at his chest. He still glowed, but the light that seemed to come from inside his skin slowly faded. I brought my hand into eyesight, carefully caressing his chest; and it also still glowed, but this was also fading.
I curled beside him, and found a comfortable position in his arm. He raised his hand and turned towards me, deep blue eyes in a still glowing face, streaks of tears down his cheeks. He was just looking at me, and said nothing.
I touched his cheek, wiping the tears away. He took my face in his strong hands, the thumbs wiped away mine. "What I have given you tonight was the most precious thing I had to give." he said. "I hope you will treasure it, as much as I will treasure what you have given to me."
I stared at him, dumbly. "Can you explain what happened? I saw... and you were..."
"Was there no chapter about this in one of your precious books?" he asked seriously. I frowned.
"No, it was not. What was that?"
He was rather surprised. "We have bound tonight." he said, "I have bound myself to you, as you have bound yourself to me. I know your past, and you know mine, and we have taken a bound for eternity."
I was breathless, did not dare to in- or exhale. He looked at me, suspecting something, and got a serious look on his face.
"You did not know that?", he asked, and I felt that his voice was in the hope of me laughing and gladly admitting that I fooled him, knowing exactly what I did.
Unfortunately, this would not have been true, but he knew the answer before I could give it to him.
"Just a moment. You did not know what you were doing?" He almost cried out.
"Uhm, well... let me express it like this: I did not feel quite ready to bind myself to you, after knowing you just for two days, in which you really did not treat me too nice, so..."
"Ah", he said, "but this here, this you wanted and took happily, after just two days, right?" He pressed my hand on his shaft, and I gasped, as I did not expect that.
"And you," I argued softly, "you wanted that, after just two days with that average woman, without struggling too much, right?" and gave him a deep kiss, pressing my body on his, feeling how this aroused him. His hands wandered over my body; and I felt how this aroused me as well.
"Yes, I do admit that I took you happily after two days, woman," he murmured, "and I hopefully, will be able to take you for the next thousand years and more, day by day..."
I did not pay too much attention to his words anymore, as there was something hard and growing between us, that required my attention at this moment...
Some hours later, the morning broke.
I took another look out of the window, the sun was rising, giving wonderful hues of red, orange, pink and blue to the edge of the still darkened night sky. Haldir was awake, I was almost asleep in his arms, my head rested on his chest.
He broke the silence. "I think I should go now." he said, "I have to do my duty. But there is one more thing we need to talk about... Maybe, for the moment, and for some days after the Fellowship has gone, we should keep this here a secret. The Lady will be upset, very upset..." and I received a desperate look from his eyes.
"Don't you think that she already knows it?"
"No, usually she leaves our thoughts alone at night."
"Hmmm," I said, "well, you know the situation better than I do, I guess. If you think that it is better to keep it secret, we will keep it secret; even if I do not feel to good about it."
He smiled at me, slowly stroking the hair from my face which got stuck on my damp skin; but suddenly got worried.
"We will have to find a solution, anyway... you are just a Border Crosser; and even if you have made just this one crossing until now, your crossings are limited... I have absolutely no idea how we could solve that problem."
I stared at the ceiling. Border Crosser. I struggled if this was a gift or a curse; in my current situation, with an Elf that had bound his life to mine, it was definitely a curse.
"I am mortal, you still remember?" I reminded him of something else that he might have found disgusting. "I will grow old, Haldir; and no matter how much I will stretch the time between the crossings -humans usually have only about one hundred years to live, in best case; but I doubt that I will be able to climb on a tree from about the age of seventy or eighty on."
He glared at me. "Then, my mortal woman, there are only a few possibilities; either I will decide to be mortal as well, and follow you to your world; but I do not know the way to become mortal. This way, we have the problem about someone taking my place; and obviously a problem about me dying shortly after I have arrived in your world. The other solution would be, that you stay here; again, we would have to send one of us over instead of you, who would also die in the near future.
The last solution would be to make you immortal, even if I have no idea how, nor how we could get around the limited crossings; and I am also sure that an immortal in your world would cause quiet some excitement...Any better ideas?"
I stared at the ceiling again, remembering how exhausted I was, said "We will think about that in the next days... I am sooo tired now..."
"You are right, Melamin." he whispered softly. "This will need time. If you wish, I will show you a little of this world outside the city in the afternoon?"
"Yes, I would love to." I murmured.
"So then I will send one of my brothers to you to pick you up." He was quiet for a moment, obviously thinking, and then added "I will tell at least my brothers about it; someone from my family needs to know this as well, in case that anything happens."
I was so tired that I barely heard his words, and must have fallen to sleep immediately.
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