Strange Allies
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Lord of the Rings Movies › FemSlash - Female/Female
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
84
Views:
10,217
Reviews:
160
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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Strange Allies
~Strange Allies~ by Nephthys
Summary: Haldir is up to his old tricks pursuing Annowe as the unsuspecting Legolas travels with the Fellowship. The March Warden has managed to convince Elrond that Annowe should accompany him to Lothlorien since she is heading south to Pelargir to spy on the corsairs. Needless to say, the nymph is furious, Haldir is elated, and both Elrond and Legolas are clueless.
Disclaimer - I don't own any of this. I haven't made one cent from these stories.
A/N: This is a follow up to “Between Friends” but can be read as a stand alone piece.
Originally, I had intended to leave things as they were at the end of that story. Legolas and Annowe would live happily ever after (once that small matter of The Ring was resolved, of course).
But, alas, Haldir refused to just go away and leave them in peace. Actually, he refused to leave yours truly in peace as well and insisted that he would not be so easily dismissed. No, he saw his opportunity and seized it, demanding his own story. So here it is and it pretty much runs the gamut – M/F, M/M, M/M/F, oral, anal, solo, voyeurism, little bit of kink, plenty of sexual tension and a touch of suggested non-con. Very NC17 of course.
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Annowe had hoped she could escape Rivendell before Haldir had a chance to find her but it seemed that he had been prepared in advance to leave quickly. She frowned. He had probably arranged this entire expedition with Elrond as soon as he discovered Legolas was going to Mordor. She hated him. The more he tormented her, the more she despised him and missed Legolas. It just wasn’t right that she had to endure his torture. For the first time, she seriously wondered if he would leave her alone if she gave in to his advances.
Certainly Legolas would understand if she did? No. He would not. And she would never be able to forgive herself, either. She was stuck. Stuck with the hated March Warden on a trek through the hated snow and to Lothlorien. She groaned inwardly. If she managed to survive the next month without strangling him or going mad it would be a miracle.
Haldir slid up next to her as she exited her room, her small carryall on her back. “Shall we begin?” He murmured smoothly.
Annowe glared at him and said nothing but began walking down the hall. She vowed that she would not speak to him unless absolutely necessary. Yes, it was childish but so was his insistence that he remain as close to her as possible while Legolas was away. He should have taken her “no” as an answer and left her alone but he would not. If anything, it made him more persistent.
He seemed more determined than ever to stay close to her, to goad and bait her.
She sighed in resignation. He would probably continue to torment her right up until the point she went mad and throttled him. Galadriel would just have to understand and find a new March Warden, she reasoned. Certainly the White Lady could not hold her responsible for his demise if he continued to provoke her. She did not possess the elven self-restraint.
The night air was cold as they left Rivendell and turned northeast toward the high pass. Annowe shivered and pulled her cloak tighter to her. Elrond was right – she would never be able to negotiate the high pass on her own – but she would have rather braved it alone than be dependent upon Haldir’s good will.
The March Warden had become a part of the night and Annowe could neither hear nor see him but she could feel him. Feel his smug grin and his beady eyes roving over her. She wanted so much to slap that grin from his face. She clinched her fist and grunted.
It would take every ounce of self-control she possessed to remain calm and complete the first half of this journey. Once they arrived in Lothlorien, she would be free of him. Free to continue south to Pelargir on her own. She had a feeling that these would be some of the longest days of her life.
Haldir watched her struggle with her emotions and it took most of his considerable self- restraint to keep from giggling at her. He had her just where he wanted her and he was going to enjoy this. Oh, yes, enjoy this immensely and make it last as long as possible.
Legolas was just a memory now, trekking south to Mount Doom and certain death. The naiad was here and his for the taking. But he would not take her, no, he would make her come to him. She would come to him on her knees, begging him.
He grinned wickedly at the thought. The proud daughter of Ulmo begging him to take her, abandoning the spoiled Prince of Mirkwood, as she pleaded for the physical satisfaction that only he could give her. And he would make her beg, too. On her knees.
It had been such a perfect opportunity for him! To revenge himself upon the haughty prince and have his own share of the nymph! It was too good to pass by! Haldir would have been as big a fool as Legolas had he ignored this golden opportunity!
He congratulated himself on his quick thinking. Elrond had been considering the idea of requesting her help and Haldir had agreed it would be a good idea. Yes, she knew the area and the corsairs – it was logical to send her and she would go. Haldir had not doubted that. She would jump at the change to help Legolas. It seemed fitting that he would volunteer to accompany her as far south as Lothlorien – after all, she was not as familiar with the High Pass as he was and he could serve as her “protector”. He smiled at the thought. She did not need his “protection” he had no doubt of that! Perhaps he would need protection from her infamous temper.
How long would it take before she finally gave in or threatened him? He wondered. It had taken Legolas many long years to wear her down to the point where she finally gave in to her desire for him. How long would she last against the March Warden? He smiled to himself. Not long, he told himself. Not long at all. He knew exactly what she needed and would take every opportunity to remind her of it. Yes, this would be a delightful experience, he was sure of it.
However, he would almost be disappointed once their game was over. He had rather enjoyed teasing her, tormenting her about Legolas and watching as she struggled against her own emotions. But if she managed to restrain herself this trip, he was certain their paths would cross again over the years. He sincerely hoped that she would not grow more introspective and melancholy over the years as elves tended to do. No, she should remain the same, an earthy, passionate, willful and stubborn creature.
She just would not be the same otherwise and he wanted her just the way she was. Wanted her to show the same unrestrained passion with him that she had shown in the garden with her prince. He would see it in her, he determined. It would be a battle of wills until the very end but Haldir knew that the victory would be well worth the wait.
Summary: Haldir is up to his old tricks pursuing Annowe as the unsuspecting Legolas travels with the Fellowship. The March Warden has managed to convince Elrond that Annowe should accompany him to Lothlorien since she is heading south to Pelargir to spy on the corsairs. Needless to say, the nymph is furious, Haldir is elated, and both Elrond and Legolas are clueless.
Disclaimer - I don't own any of this. I haven't made one cent from these stories.
A/N: This is a follow up to “Between Friends” but can be read as a stand alone piece.
Originally, I had intended to leave things as they were at the end of that story. Legolas and Annowe would live happily ever after (once that small matter of The Ring was resolved, of course).
But, alas, Haldir refused to just go away and leave them in peace. Actually, he refused to leave yours truly in peace as well and insisted that he would not be so easily dismissed. No, he saw his opportunity and seized it, demanding his own story. So here it is and it pretty much runs the gamut – M/F, M/M, M/M/F, oral, anal, solo, voyeurism, little bit of kink, plenty of sexual tension and a touch of suggested non-con. Very NC17 of course.
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Annowe had hoped she could escape Rivendell before Haldir had a chance to find her but it seemed that he had been prepared in advance to leave quickly. She frowned. He had probably arranged this entire expedition with Elrond as soon as he discovered Legolas was going to Mordor. She hated him. The more he tormented her, the more she despised him and missed Legolas. It just wasn’t right that she had to endure his torture. For the first time, she seriously wondered if he would leave her alone if she gave in to his advances.
Certainly Legolas would understand if she did? No. He would not. And she would never be able to forgive herself, either. She was stuck. Stuck with the hated March Warden on a trek through the hated snow and to Lothlorien. She groaned inwardly. If she managed to survive the next month without strangling him or going mad it would be a miracle.
Haldir slid up next to her as she exited her room, her small carryall on her back. “Shall we begin?” He murmured smoothly.
Annowe glared at him and said nothing but began walking down the hall. She vowed that she would not speak to him unless absolutely necessary. Yes, it was childish but so was his insistence that he remain as close to her as possible while Legolas was away. He should have taken her “no” as an answer and left her alone but he would not. If anything, it made him more persistent.
He seemed more determined than ever to stay close to her, to goad and bait her.
She sighed in resignation. He would probably continue to torment her right up until the point she went mad and throttled him. Galadriel would just have to understand and find a new March Warden, she reasoned. Certainly the White Lady could not hold her responsible for his demise if he continued to provoke her. She did not possess the elven self-restraint.
The night air was cold as they left Rivendell and turned northeast toward the high pass. Annowe shivered and pulled her cloak tighter to her. Elrond was right – she would never be able to negotiate the high pass on her own – but she would have rather braved it alone than be dependent upon Haldir’s good will.
The March Warden had become a part of the night and Annowe could neither hear nor see him but she could feel him. Feel his smug grin and his beady eyes roving over her. She wanted so much to slap that grin from his face. She clinched her fist and grunted.
It would take every ounce of self-control she possessed to remain calm and complete the first half of this journey. Once they arrived in Lothlorien, she would be free of him. Free to continue south to Pelargir on her own. She had a feeling that these would be some of the longest days of her life.
Haldir watched her struggle with her emotions and it took most of his considerable self- restraint to keep from giggling at her. He had her just where he wanted her and he was going to enjoy this. Oh, yes, enjoy this immensely and make it last as long as possible.
Legolas was just a memory now, trekking south to Mount Doom and certain death. The naiad was here and his for the taking. But he would not take her, no, he would make her come to him. She would come to him on her knees, begging him.
He grinned wickedly at the thought. The proud daughter of Ulmo begging him to take her, abandoning the spoiled Prince of Mirkwood, as she pleaded for the physical satisfaction that only he could give her. And he would make her beg, too. On her knees.
It had been such a perfect opportunity for him! To revenge himself upon the haughty prince and have his own share of the nymph! It was too good to pass by! Haldir would have been as big a fool as Legolas had he ignored this golden opportunity!
He congratulated himself on his quick thinking. Elrond had been considering the idea of requesting her help and Haldir had agreed it would be a good idea. Yes, she knew the area and the corsairs – it was logical to send her and she would go. Haldir had not doubted that. She would jump at the change to help Legolas. It seemed fitting that he would volunteer to accompany her as far south as Lothlorien – after all, she was not as familiar with the High Pass as he was and he could serve as her “protector”. He smiled at the thought. She did not need his “protection” he had no doubt of that! Perhaps he would need protection from her infamous temper.
How long would it take before she finally gave in or threatened him? He wondered. It had taken Legolas many long years to wear her down to the point where she finally gave in to her desire for him. How long would she last against the March Warden? He smiled to himself. Not long, he told himself. Not long at all. He knew exactly what she needed and would take every opportunity to remind her of it. Yes, this would be a delightful experience, he was sure of it.
However, he would almost be disappointed once their game was over. He had rather enjoyed teasing her, tormenting her about Legolas and watching as she struggled against her own emotions. But if she managed to restrain herself this trip, he was certain their paths would cross again over the years. He sincerely hoped that she would not grow more introspective and melancholy over the years as elves tended to do. No, she should remain the same, an earthy, passionate, willful and stubborn creature.
She just would not be the same otherwise and he wanted her just the way she was. Wanted her to show the same unrestrained passion with him that she had shown in the garden with her prince. He would see it in her, he determined. It would be a battle of wills until the very end but Haldir knew that the victory would be well worth the wait.