Between Friends

“All I want from you is a promise that you’ll always be there” – The Spice Girls

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That night, Annowe sat soaking in a hot tub of water as she ruminated over what Elrond had revealed to her during their heated exchange. He said he knew how The Ring could be destroyed. She snorted. He hadn’t been able to bring himself to destroy it the last time, why would he be willing to do it now? She wondered. Especially after he revealed that by destroying the One it could possibly render the original three Elvin rings null and void. She didn’t much like that sound of that. It opened up a whole new den of goblins that she didn’t even want to consider.

With a sigh, she picked up her wine glass and slowly turned it in her fingers watching as the candlelight twinkled on the delicate etching. She wondered where Legolas was. He said he would find her but she had not seen him since they had returned. She hoped he had managed to get some sleep and food. He would certainly need it! She grinned wickedly to herself at the thought.

A soft knock on the door caught her attention and she giggled happily.

“Enter,” she called out and stood up in the tub, setting aside the wine glass.

The March Warden slid into the room and Annowe blinked in confusion. This isn’t Legolas! Her mind finally realized.

“I see you were expecting someone,” Haldir purred as he leisurely strolled over to her.

Annowe drew herself up and scowled. “Yes,” she said coolly, refusing to be cowed by his presence or her own nudity.

With a smirk, Haldir let his eyes roam admiringly over her form. She was quite a bit shorter and more curvaceous than an elleth and he felt himself growing hard at the sight of her. What did she see in Legolas? He wondered. The Prince was too young and inexperienced to appreciate a ripe creature like herself.

Annowe placed her hands on her hips and growled menacingly. “What do you want?” She demanded.

“I merely wanted to ask you a few questions,” Haldir answered and helped himself to a glass of wine.

“Get out!” She spat, stepping out of the tub and snatching her robe from the chair.

“No,” he answered, settling himself down in the now empty chair and casually sipping the wine.

She gave him a look that would have stopped a charging balrog.

“I did not come here to fight with you, little one,” the March Warden informed her, watching as she tied the robe about her waist, accentuating her curves.

Annowe snorted. “That would be a first,” she said sarcastically.

Haldir raised a questioning eyebrow to her and shifted in the chair so she could see the growing bulge in his trousers. Annowe pointedly ignored him.

“Well, get on with it,” she sighed, folding her arms across her chest. “You’re obviously not going to leave until you berate me once again so have at it.”

With a smile, Haldir slowly rose to his feet and moved to stand in front of her. She tipped her head up to look at him and he reached out to touch her pink cheek.

“What do you see in him, Annowe?” He asked softly, stroking her soft skin with the back of his fingers.

She blinked in confusion. “You mean ‘why did I not chose Orophin?’” She questioned.

“No, I meant what I said. What do you see in Legolas? He’s spoiled, pampered and inexperienced,” Haldir murmured as he leaned closer to her.

Annowe could feel his hot breath in her ear as he continued to speak softly to her. Despite her best efforts, she could feel her body beginning to tingle from his proximity as she sensed his heat and desire. It made her hate him even more if that were possible. She placed her hands on his shoulders in an effort to push him away and turned her head so she would not have to look into his piercing eyes.

“You need a more experienced lover,” the March Warden breathed, moving his fingers down her throat to rest on her shoulder. “One who can teach you.”

Annowe was about to make a cutting remark when there was a soft knock at the door. Instantly, she stepped back but Haldir did not let go of her. Instead, he pulled her close and kissed her roughly on the mouth. Startled, Annowe struggled and tried to push him away just as Legolas let himself into the room.

Without a word, Legolas turned on his heel and left, slamming the door behind him. At the sound, Haldir released the infuriated nymph who promptly slapped him across the face.

“You – you pompous bastard!” She hissed venomously, her body shaking with suppressed rage.

Haldir chuckled softly. “Now, now, my dear. There’s no need for name calling. I’m sure your young prince will return once he’s cooled off. And if not, well, you can always come warm MY bed,” he smirked and adjusted himself before turning to leave.

Annowe was so enraged she couldn’t even speak but merely sputtered as the March Warden sauntered slowly to the door.

“Remember, lovey, my bed is always open,” Haldir said silkily over his shoulder as he stepped out into the hallway.

“Get OUT!” Annowe screamed and hurled the wine bottle at his head. But the elf was quicker and the bottle shattered on the closed door.

Haldir laughed evilly to himself as he made his way down the hall. That had gone much better than he could have hoped for. Legolas entered almost as if on cue finding his would be mate in the arms of the notoriously beddable March Warden. Haldir chuckled again. It had been perfect!

And so had she. He grinned as he recalled the sight of her wet naked body and the feel of her skin. If she decided to come to him after all, so much the better but he had a feeling that she would be searching high and low to find her jilted prince. But it did not matter. He had given the young Legolas an eye full and something to consider about Annowe.

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