The Lesson of Dangle and Dance

Haldir's nose twitched as strands of silken pale hair whisped against
his sleep warmed cheeks. Streams of silvered morning sunlight danced
across the tangle of heavily brocaded coverlets that cocooned him
tightly.

A languorous fog still clung sensually to his thoughts as he
stretched his long legs within the soft confines of the bedding
startling slightly as he came into contact with the solid form of
another. He did not remember falling into bed last night and even
more so he did not recall taking anyone with him, but the delicate
touch of fingers upon his sensitive skin and the tickling caress of
soft breath as it warmed his neck revealed otherwise.

Haldir allowed the gentle exploration to continue, rolling headhead
as moist lips danced along the contours of his ear, sighing aloud as
gooseflesh began to crawl up his arms despite the heavy bedding.


Galadriel rolled onto her side and buried her face deeper within the
down of her pillow. The activity outside her door roused her early
from her dreams and for that she was quite disappointed. Usually the
Queen's night visions were cryptic in nature, portending of many
things both trivial and wearisome, but last eve's walk was far from
uninteresting leaving her quite unsatisfied and wanting with the
sunrise. In fact one might say that she was quite in need.
Snaking her hand through the twisted coverlets the Lady of Lorien
reached out blindly for the familiar form of her husband and finding
the remaining bedding cold and unoccupied groaned into the feather
pallet. Practically every morning she had awoken to find him waiting
and eager for even the slightest effort on her part, but today, when
she was most definitely in the mood for a rousing game of Saurons'
Wench, he was nowhere to be found. It bloody well figured.


Haldir kept his eyes tightly shut as his bedmate continued to caress
him. There was something terribly arousing about not knowing exactly
which fair maid had won his affections and he had to admit that the
myriad of personae that floated through his erotic ruminations made
him practically writhe with anticipation. Skilled hands roamed his
belly and he felt his nipples harden as his breath quickened with
desire.


Galadriel grabbed the pillow from beneath her head and pulled it
tightly against her chest, hoping that the mock embrace would calm
her body's overheated reaction, but found to her breathless dismay
that it only intensified the building desire that tingled between her
legs. With an exasperated moan, the Elf Queen rolled onto her back
and kicked off the bunched sheeting, quite sure that if she did not
do something about this condition that she was most certainly going
to explode.


Haldir was all but melting with arousal as he felt hands press his
hips to the bedding and roll him onto his back. For a brief moment he
opened his eyes and found his face completely surrounded by a cascade
of the most beautifully shimmering and intoxicatingly fragrant
starlit hair. A sensual mouth moaned low into his ear and his eyes
fluttered closed again at the intimate fire that began to burn slow
within his belly.

Galadriel flexed her toes as the cool air did nothing but intensify
her distress. She tried to keep her eyes closed and push away the
ghosts of her early morning dreams, but the blanketing darkness only
allowed for more inventive and suggestive alternative fantasies.
Slowly she allowed her fingertips to travel over the cusp of her hips
and the flat of her belly towards region of her body that demanded
attention.

Haldir arched his back as a trail of tickling tresses slid down his
chest and the same mouth that had expertly toyed with his ears delved
boldly into the hollow of his navel. It was not often he allowed his
lover to take the lead in lovemaking, but if his shuddering gasps
were any indication of what he was missing then he certainly would be
more open to suggestion in the future.

Galadriel tensed as she anticipated the touch and her back arched
from the bed as her fingertips brushed the downy curls that nested
her desire.

Haldir tangled his fingers within the soft waterfall of his lovers
hair guiding the questing mouth to a most desirous goal. Unwilling to
be led, the teasing mouth followed the moist trail it had made in its
journey south followed by hands that caressed his flanks in ways that
made him shiver.

With a breathy moan the Galadrhim's' mouth was captured in a bruising
kiss, an action that took the archer quite by surprise. Reaching up
to embrace the hovering form, Haldir attempted to roll his lover
over, but was unable to move beneath the weight of his bedmate.

The Elf Queen released a low growl as her hand met with responding
flesh. For a few brief incredible moments she was lost within the
most exquisite of sensations. What had begun as a tentative touch
escalated quickly to a more deliberate motion and the alien reality
of the sensation flew open her eyes and lowered them to her stoking
hand.

Haldir managed to push the determined mouth from his own ,and when he
had regained his breath from both the struggle and passion, he
managed to open his eyes.

The old gypsy packed her pipe with another bowl of pungent herb and
wrapped her cloak around her against the chill dawn. From within the
city echoing shrieks welcomed the morning in Lothlorien, sending just
awakening birds into a frenzy of flight.

With a graveled chuckle, the ancient woman lit her pipe with the wave
of her hand and drew deeply upon the contents.

"Right on time" she muttered between chortling draws......." Right on
time."

TBC